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Chapters: 3/4 Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Nesta Archeron/Lucien Vanserra, Elain Archeron & Nesta Archeron, Elain Archeron & Lucien Vanserra, Elain Archeron/Eris Vanserra Characters: Nesta Archeron, Lucien Vanserra, Elain Archeron, Eris Vanserra, Eris Vanserra's Hounds, Cassian, Rhysand, Morrigan, Helion (A Court of Thorns and Roses) Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, timeloop AU, Absolute chaos after chapter one, Timeloop ending death but also. Murder, fuck around and find out as a Plan, The Hybernian War, Bisexual Lucien Vanserra, Bisexual Nesta Archeron, Found Family, Arson, best friends overnight, (and very different reactions to that fact), Elain Archeron has a personality and a brain, Bookstores as important rebellion, healing and becoming, Oral Sex, Canonical Abusive Relationships Summary:
It takes sixteen loops, to realize the trick to resetting is to let himself die.
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Oranges And Flowers
Kinktember Day 18: Romance
IU (Lee Jieun) x male reader smut
words: 10,517 Kinktember Masterlist
"Can I be honest with you all?" A question for a question, and they all turn their heads, and finally you offer them a real answer. "I didn't really know what I was getting myself into—when I applied to stay here, that is—I just needed a place to stay for the week."
The evening air is humid and still, the sky a flat obsidian black with shining constellations, and underneath it, surrounding a fire, is a circle of maybe the most mismatched group of people ever assembled. There are the stars of course, Hyori and Sangsoon, owners of the house and the famous couple hosting you all—then, Lee Jieun; you know the one, probably the single most famous person in the country, just casually sitting there in her summer dress as if she was nothing special at all. And then there's the guests, an assortment of people you still don't really know. The old couple, the young couple, and the sisters.
And, finally: you.
"So you applied to the TV show, just for somewhere to stay?" Hyori's laughter carries and is as contagious as it is clear and pleasant.
"Honestly," you look around the circle. "I didn't read a lot of the info, and even now I'm not too sure what's actually going on in the show."
This earns a laugh from the group, they're all looking at you, and not in that 'you-fucking-moron' sort of way, no, their faces are full of smiles. Though, one stands out above the rest.
"And you?" Hyori turns her attention to the next person in the circle, one of the sisters who is sitting on your left. All the stares move along with the questions, switching focus to the girl—all except one. Jieun sits directly across from you and her gaze rests stoically upon your face, an unreadable smile painting her delicate lips a plush and radiant pink. Between you, the fire burns. It sends spiralling embers shooting into the night and, behind it, the orange light dances over her skin. It would be so easy to get the wrong idea here. This place is just so beautiful, everything is picture-perfect, and all these postcard-worthy scenes feel even better when Lee Jieun is a part of the composition.
Laughter breaks out in the group again for some joke you never paid attention to. It steals the attention of you both, however, turning to the girl and joining in the laughter with a meek half-hearted chuckle, looking around at them all awkwardly before returning your eyes to Lee Jieun. She returns the look and lifts her drink, taking a long sip through a straw.
You weren't too sure about all this the first day you arrived. On paper it seems like such an obvious idea, you didn't have to pay a penny and the producers even picked you up from the airport, all in exchange for being a bit-part background character that no one who watches will ever really remember or care about. In reality, it has changed the whole holiday. The requirements for guests were rather simple. You just need to be around for a few set activities by the producer, all worked around your schedule, and then you're free to enjoy your time however you like.
That first morning, you were greeted at the house by Hyori and Sangsoon. Introductions were made and then a short tour began, all under the camera's watchful eye.
It was okay, you could handle it, right up until you were taken into the kitchen and standing there was Lee fucking Jieun. Apparently, you skipped over the part that said IU was going to be here. It was like staring into the sun. Of course, Hyori was quick to joke as you stood there stunned and silent with an open mouth that could catch a mosquito or two.
"Why am I being outshone in my own house? Jieun, you need to leave." Hyori playfully poked her friend in the arm, and Jieun just giggled along. And like the world's biggest idiot, you couldn't even muster a simple 'Hello'. Great first impression there.
From then on you were shown where you would sleep and you bumped into some of the other guests. They seemed normal enough. One was nice, one seemed grumpy, and the others—well, you really didn't know yet. When you settled into your room, you yearned to just do something normal, to not get overwhelmed. Making some tea seemed like the perfect grounding activity.
When you got there, the kitchen was empty. The teapot was already out, but everything else was decidedly harder to find. Then came that soft and gentle voice from behind you. "You won't find anything to steal in there; it's all baking supplies." It made you jump, and you snapped around to see Jieun leaning against a fridge door, smiling over a glass of something clear and carbonated.
You pointed at your chest like an idiot. "I'm... not looking to steal."
"Too bad." She took a long and dramatic sip. "It would have made for good television. Plus, you look like a kleptomaniac to me. Brooding and mysterious, travelling alone, all that sort of thing."
"I'm actually just trying to make some tea."
"Oh perfect, let me. Here," She took the cup from the kitchen counter, placed it in front of you, and then moved beside you to open the correct cupboard to pull out some tea leaves. It was funny the kind of thing that can go into making a good impression and the pressure you put on yourself to do so. How many would kill for this chance, to stand close to Jieun in an otherwise empty room? Yet, your mind was swimming, you were trying desperately to not think about the very famous, attractive, woman who stood shoulder-to-shoulder with you—trying desperately and failing horribly as the thoughts of something funny to say slipped out of reach entirely.
She leant in towards you—well, towards your cup—and you jumped back, trying to play it off as a simple 'making way' manoeuvre, but her little side-eye glance and smile told you how stupid you looked.
"This is one of the few things I know what to do. Tea. I can make tea," she was saying as she filled up the teapot. "They asked me to try and bake some bread this morning, but..."
"Where is it now?"
"It's in here," she pointed at the rubbish bin with a free hand.
"I think it bakes better in the oven. Can't tell you much more than that though." Boy did this woman laugh. Like, a lot. As if it was the funniest thing she had heard all week. Her shoulders shook and her whole body swayed, and when the teapot whistled it made her jump, which sent her spiralling back into another fit.
And suddenly, she looked so... normal.
You know it's unfair to say celebrities are anything other than just normal people, because of course they are normal people, it's not like fame and money change them on a fundamental level. That being said, they can't help but not be normal in the eyes of many. Celebrities are celebrities, like how someone with blue hair is always blue-haired. But, at the end of the day, Jieun, whether she is IU the singer and TV star or Jieun the disaster of a breadmaker, is just a regular, normal, though very gorgeous, woman.
And she looks that way now, too, across the campfire. Sure, the cameras are rolling and she puts a little extra emphasis and playfulness on her expressions and movements—who wouldn't for the sake of good television—but in this moment, right here, right now, she's a completely normal and likeable human being, one you think you might enjoy being around. Hyori continues to lead the discussion around the fire pit, asking a few probing questions about the guest's hobbies and home lives, then posing riddles to the group and comparing their answers with her husband Sangsoon's.
For you, her questions are answered quickly, giving them a quick thought and little else before letting them fall from your lips.
When Hyori moves her focus along, she doesn't fail to pick up on the way you and Jieun spend the remaining half hour or so, looking at each other, smiling every so often, then quickly pulling your gaze away as if caught red-handed doing something sinful.
~~~
"We're going to pick oranges this morning." Hyori is explaining over breakfast. "I know, it's not the most exciting but it's the Jeju staple activity, so we have to do it. All guests are welcome to join us."
The young couple sat to your right immediately volunteered their services, followed soon after by the older man and his wife. Once their attendance was secure, the rest seemed significantly less interested and all excused themselves for other tasks. As the only person yet to respond, Jieun turned the spotlight on you, "How about you? Are you going to join us?"
You shrugged. "Uh, I was going to meet a friend, actually."
Hyori is quick to follow up, "You could see them in the afternoon right? Come with us, it will be fun." There are a few puzzled looks around the table. See, Hyori didn't push anyone else to go, no, only you. "Your friend won't mind right?"
In all honesty, your friend might very well be livid, though he might very well lighten up if you told him who you were spending your morning with instead. You run a hand through your hair and admit defeat, looking towards her. "Okay, I'll come along."
An answer that produces an immediate, but brief shared glance between Hyori and Jieun.
~~~
The journey there was lacklustre, a short ride, with the other guest, separated from the stars who rode ahead. The staff member with you gave you a basic run down, they are only planning to use the guests in some overhead shots and some background shots, everything else would be focused on the three of them.
But, after climbing the stone steps and passing through the orchard gate, Hyori takes charge of the situation. "We'll split up into pairs. Our two older lovebirds can go together, and our younger couple too. Sangsoon is with me and..." She stops. Hyori gives you a devious grin, one that speaks louder than words. "That leaves you two." She gives a final affirming nod before striding over to join Sangsoon.
And just like that, you find yourself walking through the grove alongside a girl you've only ever seen on TV before. This morning she wore a cute ensemble that accentuated her long legs. Another flowing sundress with a belt tied tight at the waist to show off that lithe, feminine shape. It's a silent first few steps, walking off down between two rows of trees, both waiting for the other to initiate the conversation.
Jieun speaks first, breaking through the tension. "So, you said you know someone on the island?"
"Uh," you brush a loose strand of hair from your eye. "A couple of them actually, old friends. One lives in Jeju and another's been here for work and he said I should visit when I'm in the area."
"What are they like?" Jieun stops, so do you, and then she steps across you, before crouching down to take an orange from the low-hanging fruit. "The friends."
"Uhm..." What are they like? Good friends, obviously, otherwise you wouldn't be making this trip. Where's the drama, where are the fun anecdotes, or the moments of soul searching. Nothing comes to mind. "They're fine?"
It earns a chuckle from Jieun. "Fine?" She stands facing you, dropping the fruit into the basket you're carrying. "Is that all?" She flashes you the sweetest smile, an endearing smile, one that begs you to open up a little more.
"I met them recently, actually, it's been mostly online, to tell the truth." Jieun ducks down to get the next fruit, you bend down too and pluck at another on the opposite side, rotating to turn to her and handing her the basket, standing back up and following beside her once more. "They're funny, one of them is a big foodie. Always posts pictures of stuff like the best bibimbap in Busan or whatever. Has a whole food blog that's fairly popular."
Jieun nods, pondering and popping a new piece of fruit into the basket. "Do you like food?"
"Can't live without it," you joke.
Jieun chuckles, and you laugh with her. It is hard not to, her laughter is so cute. "So can you cook?" she follows.
"Instant noodles is about all I know."
"Somehow I even manage to ruin those," she admits with a fake frown and a laugh. "I think that's part of the reason I'm on this show."
"What's that?" you ask as Jieun reaches for another ripe fruit, she pulls it from the branch and then somehow manages to drop it on the floor, a gesture you couldn't help but find positively adorable. She runs a few steps after it as it begins to roll on the hard dirt ground, and bends over to scoop it up, presenting it to you victoriously with her smile.
"What's what?"
"You said it's why you're on the show."
"Oh, because I'm kind of, useless? Clumsy, not very domesticated, really."
"Those things don't make you useless, you're anything but useless." Is that flirting? A line you spout before the weight of the words and the loaded tone settle in your own mind. Jieun turns to you, eyes sparkling, cheeks rising as she smiles wider than you had seen before.
"And why is that?" There's no escaping her questioning, and maybe she enjoys it a little.
"Well." A fruit, any fruit, grab another fruit. Look away and look at the tree. Breathe. Turn to her again. You can do it. "You just put all your talents into singing and performing and acting and whatever else you do right? You put all your skill points into one tree so to speak, instead of scattering them to fill multiple."
She stops. Frowns. "What?" Her face twists in a confused mess. "Skill points?"
"Oh. It's like, in games, when you earn skill points to improve something and choose what you want to..." You realise how utterly ridiculous you sound. "Never mind."
Her face is one of wonder, there's this mixture of confusion, curiosity, and her clearly fighting back laughter. "No," she laughs. "Continue, please, you were doing a whole thing there."
"I embarrassed myself enough for one day. Thank you."
"Are you a bit of a nerd?" She asks with this teasing smirk before spinning away, her floral dress flowing in the wind, and walking further ahead.
"Hey! No! Not a nerd!" you call after her, following in her wake.
"Look like a nerd to me" She twirls around just before the turn in the row, leaning on the trunk of one of the few taller trees, smirking and playfully twirling a few strands of her dark hair around her delicate fingers.
From then on, the conversation flows far easier and quicker than it probably should. A playful back and forth as she questions your hobbies and quirks, you fire back asking for her own. Things range from the kinds of books she likes to her telling you how she always sings into her toothbrush every morning when she is brushing her teeth. You promised not to tell a soul, as her secret was safely in your hands. She has a quick wit and a slightly goofy sense of humour, the kind of things a magazine spread or a soju advertisement could never communicate or capture.
Despite her charm and charisma though, the thing that shines through the most is the way she listens to you. With genuine care and fascination, and not just for the cameras, no, it felt genuine. Honest. True.
"No. You can not be serious!"
"One hundred percent true." You pull out your phone and show her the photos on the screen. A blurry mess at first before you flip to another.
"That's you? And that's... is that..." She doesn't need to finish, she takes hold of the phone and holds it directly up against her face. "Why did you think that was a good idea?"
"I never thought it was a good idea, I lost a bet, and we had been drinking. Bad decisions were inevitable."
"This might well be the single worst tattoo I have ever seen." She doesn't stop squinting at the photo. "Why is it upside down?"
"I don't think the orientation would make it any better."
"Wait," Jieun says, looking away from your phone and into your eyes. "You have to show me it, I want to see it with my own eyes."
"Absolutely not."
Jieun slaps at your arm, pretending to be upset. "Come on!"
"Jieun, even if I wanted to show you my ass, there would be no point, I had it lasered off like 2 months later."
Jieun's laughter could ring for a day. It's infectious, it's a laughter that communicates how light, happy and free-spirited she feels—and it makes you feel exactly the same. You talk a bit about travelling, too. Places you've been, places you would still like to go. For Jieun, it became a bit of a flex. A concert here and a concert there, movie filming there and a photoshoot here.
"You've seen the world, and met everyone, but here you are picking oranges with me."
"Here I am." Jieun stepped aside as you passed, looking around at the beautiful weather and the swaying tree branches. "I like this more, I think." She stops. You turn, seeing her suddenly shift a bit shy. "It's nice, this..."
"Oranges are nice and all..."
Jieun giggles. "No, silly," Jieun purses her lips. "This. Me and—"
"Hey, you two! Having a nice time!?" Sangsoon calls out to the pair of you from a few rows down. In unison, the two of you turn to him, to his big, smiling face, and then watch as Hyori hits him on the shoulder and admonishes him for interrupting. For a second it looks as though Jieun is blushing as she looks away from his gaze and towards the ground, scratching her brow, hand almost acting as a shield.
"We should get back."
"Yeah, I'm all orange'd out," you say, holding up the full basket.
~~~
You had spent the afternoon away from the house, which was probably for the best, spending some time in reality instead of this strange new world where you're suddenly hanging out with IU. The friend, your old university colleague and Jeju local was eager to catch up. Despite a minor disagreement—or two, or ten—he took it in good sport. Before nightfall though, you had returned and had just taken a shower.
There's a knock at the door, so you quickly pull on a shirt and open it to find Hyori on the other side. "Hey stranger," she follows your gesture and walks into the room before perching on your bed. "How was your time today?"
You close the door behind you. "Fun. I spent some time catching up with some friends."
"And making a new friend?"
A small nod. "I enjoyed myself today, it was all quite... different than what I had been doing. It was..." You weren't really sure how to follow up.
"I get it." Hyori leaned back on her hands. "But Jieun really seemed to have a lot of fun today."
You're stuck in this awkward silence, not wanting to say anything stupid but also refusing the play it down.
Hyori takes mercy on you. "Anyway," she pushes herself to her feet. "We're eating outside again, barbecue, come join us."
A smile appears, an acceptance of the invitation. She watches it come out and nods at it, as if pleased with your decision. And with a brief smile, she leaves the room and you're left alone. You leave the room.
You arrive on the back porch and watch the scene from a distance. Jieun sits by the fire in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, looking so naturally good it could take the breath of anyone who stared long enough. Her legs look spectacular in shorts, her chest looks perfect through a white t-shirt, and she looks breathtaking right now—in this light and under these circumstances. The fire-pit burns again and as it does, Hyori and Sangsoon stand near the grill, their backs turned and talking among themselves. By Jieun's feet rests one of Hyori's dogs, sound asleep.
As soon as your foot hits the grass to start walking over, Jieun turns to see you approaching and a radiant smile cuts right through your defences, punching into your heart and embedding a spear made entirely out of a whole array of butterflies. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't join us," she teased with a flick of her hand.
"Good to know I'm missed when not around."
Jieun is about to say something but appears to bite her tongue and look back at the fire. There's a space next to her on the little log chair she sits on, though you think it too presumptuous to sit right by her so soon, and take the little wooden armchair opposite instead, crossing your legs and stretching, pulling your phone from your pocket, to check for notifications. None. You stare at it anyway.
There's a solemn silence for a while, the cooking of meat and the playful bickering of the couple by the grill and the occasional chatter amongst the other guests. This leaves you and Jieun, slowly drinking from your glasses, separated by the fire.
After some time, the food begins to come in batches, and you eat with everyone else. The group shares the tale of their expedition to the oranges this morning, like how Hyori claims she found the largest orange of the day only for the young couple to later find and present a larger specimen. Some of the others share how they went into town and saw some old houses, or an old shrine, visited the beach and splashed around in the water and a few others sit and listen quietly, nursing their drinks.
Eventually, you begin to grow drowsy and stifled by the warm heat of the fire, a blanket that draws everyone closer, too close.
You stand, pat yourself off and let your gaze rest on the fire, then speak to no one in particular. "I'm going for a walk, thank you for the food," you say as you bow your head to your hosts.
"So late at night?" Jieun asks from her perch.
"Got a bit too warm is all, fresh air would be nice."
Jieun glanced down at the fire and her eyes shot up at you. "Let me join you, keep you company."
Hyori and Sangsoon share an understanding glance, before Hyori says, "Be careful you two."
Jieun stands up. "Soonshim can come with us, can't you Soonshim? You'll keep us safe." She bends down to stroke her behind the ears, and she lazily raises her head and grumbles in that cute way that animals do. She happily climbs to his feet and yawns.
Off you went, walking the stone path. Up a gentle incline before cutting left towards a quiet path cutting through some trees. For a while, the night is filled with the sound of rustling trees and the snapping of fallen sticks underfoot. That's all until Soonshim leads your party off onto an even more remote dirt track.
"Now where are you going?" Jieun coos playfully, not expecting much of a response.
"She probably knows this area better than we do," you suggest with a smile and Jieun returns it. You seem to bring a lot of smiles out in each other. Soonshim appears to have a destination in mind, the dog bounds along the track and you follow, the path becomes more and more unstable, and the darkness of the evening isn't doing either of you any favours.
Jieun steps up onto a stone in the path and she slips, wobbling from the momentum of the step with a small yelp and you catch her immediately in your arms.
"Careful," you chuckle nervously. She doesn't move, but relaxes into your chest, closing her eyes. You have her. You keep her steady, her breathing is fast and short. It slows and slows, her fingers lightly clasping at your arms. She relaxes and her voice comes at near a whisper.
"Thank you."
And then, slowly, she lifts herself away without looking you in the eye and lets out a small cough. She starts to walk again, this time holding onto your hand—for safety. You smile at the touch and gently squeeze back, taking care as you descend and traverse the difficult ground. Soonshim still leads onward, barking and jumping in her bounding little way and occasionally waiting for the slow, careless, humans to catch up as she heads uphill.
Before long you come to a clearing at the top which blesses you with a view of the rolling countryside, bathed in moonlight, and a peaceful soundscape, far removed from anything but the sounds of nature. Back down the hill, over the trees, you can see the roof of the house, and the glowing of the fire out front.
Soonshim finds a nice place for a rest, and the Jieun leans her head into your shoulder and says quietly, "Tell me something that no one knows."
Soonshim rests. Jieun looks expectant, and suddenly, you're struggling. There must be something interesting. No. Something cute or funny? No, nothing seems quite right. And yet her eyes are searching for answers. The seconds pass and you rack your brain trying to remember, going into the darkest of dungeons in your memories, hoping something would come.
"Something that no one knows," you mutter to yourself. Jieun leans closer. Something that no one knows. Soonshim yawns, laying her chin on her paws as her tail softly hits the grass beside her. "I had this girlfriend, a few years ago. She was kind and sweet and loving."
"What's not to love about that?"
"Ah well." You snickered, a chuckle under your breath. "When she's doing the same thing with another guy it kind of takes the shine off a little."
"Ah... I'm sorry," Jieun reaches out, resting a consoling hand on your forearm. Her grasp is delicate. "It must have been tough. How did you find out?"
"They were bad at hiding it. When I did confront her, she didn't deny it."
Jieun lets out a small breath, something between a gasp of surprise and a grunt of disbelief. "Wow. So did it end, like, there and then?"
"Yep. Walked out and have been free ever since. Never looked back." You smile, looking out across the plains below.
"Do you prefer to be free? Not tied down and always going after adventure?"
"If I wasn't free, I wouldn't be here. If I was tied down I would never make this trip."
"Doesn't answer my question," Jieun jokes then pokes you in the ribs.
"No. Not really." A period of silence follows as you take in the fresh air and the scenery before you. The sound of crickets rings out and the breeze swirls its way through the brush. Jieun seems to ponder on what you had just told her. Maybe it doesn't make much sense, or maybe you just came off a little weird. You can't be sure what she is thinking.
But speaking so plainly is a freeing feeling, and telling her feels right. As though the idea that she may judge you is, not unthinkable, but far more remote of a possibility.
"I broke up with someone too. Not long ago,. It wasn't anything as tragic as yours, but, we just didn't have the time to be together." She brushed at a stray hair, caught by the wind.
"I'm sorry." You turn to face her and she meets your eyes for only a moment before she turns to Soonshim who lifts her head and tilts it with the look that only a dog's can express. "She's beautiful," Jieun mutters softly, nodding her head to the sleeping canine, which wagged its tail at the acknowledgement.
"Yeah. She is beautiful." You say, not taking your eyes off of Jieun.
She draws back her gaze, and looks up, with a little confusion, eyes glimmering like gemstones, searching your own as she draws nearer and nearer to you. "Are you talking about Soonshim, or—"
"You."
Lee Jieun steps into the kiss, onto her tiptoes and lifts herself as high as she can to press her soft lips on yours. Your heart seemed to miss a beat, or five, as you leant into it, capturing her lips with your own. You pull your arms around her, in a tight embrace and her heartbeat thunders against you.
And when Jieun pulls her lips away from yours, you lean in again, capturing her lips once more. You cradle the back of her head and guide the kiss, ever so slightly. Just to be closer to her, only a little closer. But enough. When the kiss ends this time, you sigh.
"We shouldn't," Jieun's whisper sounds so vulnerable, her mouth, too lonely for the words. "We should—" kiss again? "go back."
"I'm sorry, I—" Jieun cuts you off with a small kiss, a peck.
"Don't be." She keeps hold of your hand, leading you towards the path and pulling you gently downhill. "We should just get back."
~~~
It's on the porch of the house, where you stood just a couple of hours ago, staring at her, that she says, "Good night." And there's this look in her eye that screams the words 'I want to kiss you again'. Though you both know that this isn't the time or the place.
"Good night," you give her a smile. "Sleep well."
"You too." And then she's gone, Jieun and Soonshim slip in through the back door and you head to the front to get into your room. The emptiness of the room is a strange departure from the warmth of company you've felt all evening. And as you drop onto the bed, sleep does not come quick—it refuses.
Instead, as you toss and turn in the cool, crisp linen, you imagine Jieun's lips meeting your own again, and again. Soft and pliable, sweet and willing, as inviting as can be. Then you argue with yourself that it was an accident, just a product of the moment rather than anything deeper, but... not really. Not when it happens like this, not with her so eager, as eager as you were, in equal measure. And that has a price. The whole night, turning endlessly.
You wonder if she struggles just the same.
The morning rolls around and so does the bad news. There's someone completely unrecognisable helping prepare breakfast, a change that goes unaddressed by your hosts for what seems like the longest time. It's only when they join you at the table that they make the announcement, "Jieun has a concert, back in Seoul, she'll be returning tomorrow evening." Hyori pulls a chair and sits down at the table, pulling a full plate closer to her.
Sangsoon helps himself and settles next to Hyori, asking casually, "Did you and Jieun go for a walk yesterday?"
You pause, trying not to sound like a blushing teenager. "Uh, yes. Yes we did, it's very pretty out there, with some really nice views. Soonshim led us up a hill."
"Didn't see much of you afterwards," Hyori teases, "did we?"
"I was tired after we got back so I just crashed. Tough work walking those hills."
The two hosts glance at each other and chuckle. "Well, Soonshim will be happy, she loves walks. Thanks for looking after her."
You give a small, simple nod. "Of course."
For the next ten minutes, you pick at some of your food but feel so restless the entire time. By the time you stand up from the table, Sangsoon looks a bit surprised. "Somewhere to be?"
"Just want to use the bathroom," you say, with a hasty smile.
There, you stare in the mirror. And it hits you. Hard, right in the stomach, like a heavyweight boxer throwing a right hook, or a hammer kick from a martial artist. A surge of feeling that cuts through you and shatters any façade of composure. Of control. You're flustered. Nervous, even. Like an anxious teen in a school hall during prom.
It's an alien, almost nauseating, feeling, something like vertigo.
~~~
"Can I get you anything else?"
"No, that's everything." Jieun answers, before pulling closed the divider of her first-class pod, shielding herself from the prying eyes of those seated nearby. She places her headphones on and peels into her orange, holding a large section up to the light, before gently placing it in her mouth.
The flight is short to Seoul, but it's a lonely one—without him. She can still feel him though, the kiss that happened at the hilltop. And all the dread that comes with it. Jieun knows full well just how wrong it was, and yet she also knows just how right it felt. Normally, by now, all of her thoughts are on the performance ahead. All her little anxieties arise from the finer details and how she strives to perfect them. Now, though, is the exception.
The ride from the airport to Yonsei is a little different. Though she had to put on her best actress face in the airport, for all the fans and the cameras, but here, alone and safe, she's given the time and the space she needs, but it doesn't bring the relief she expected. Now her thoughts are just swirling, again. Swirling and storming and churning.
Her manager is talking, about this and that, all probably important—but she'll never know.
'It's just going to go down the same road again, another relationship that takes a backseat to my career.'
Jieun groans internally. 'He's such a nice person though.'
"Jieun?"
It catches her off guard. Her heart pounds in her chest, startled, not so much because she was called upon, but the direction it was in. "Huh?"
"So, what do you think?" the manager asks. "Are you even listening? This is what you wanted right?"
Jieun closes her eyes, bringing her index finger up and pinching the bridge of her nose, running her hands down the contours of her face, then forcing a small, tired grin on her lips, she mutters, "Yeah, sorry, I'm listening."
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It's been a strange couple of days. You spent as much of it as you could away from the house. Out in Jeju doing the most random of things to take your mind away from her. Though that's pretty tough when you're walking the street and she's on poster after poster and then you dip into a convenience store only for it to be playing her music.
Coming back for lunch wasn't any better, with Sangsoon and Hyori often teasing or giving the odd hint here and there. You sat down, not able to enjoy the food properly and excused yourself when your appetite gave out on you.
That afternoon, Hyori sat on the porch and invited you to join her—quiet and away from everyone else.
"You must know it's not easy for someone in Jieun's position to do, to go around kissing anyone like that," she starts and she reaches for the drink, pouring it and handing the glass out to you, and you reach for it, staring down at the liquid and watching the ice cubes swim and then sink.
"She told you?"
"In a sense," Hyori laughs softly and pours the other glass, putting the jug aside and taking up her glass. She leans back on one hand against the wooden board and says, "So, what now, what do you intend to do?"
"Uh, about what?"
Hyori offers a smirk and says, "About her."
"I..." What can you really say here, apart from that you just want her, like probably a hundred thousand other men and women have wanted her since they've first laid their eyes on her. Instead, you sip at your glass.
"Nothing wrong with liking her," Hyori says casually, as if the statement itself isn't fraught with consequence.
"Doesn't matter," is what you offer. "I shouldn't, we're from different worlds."
"Mmmm, yes and no," Hyori sips on her drink. "Listen. People like Jieun, like me, the reality we live in isn't the reality we want. Well, it is, but it also isn't. Because we get what we want but never quite get all we want."
You narrow your gaze in confusion. "Sounds like a riddle."
"Think of it like this. When we're on TV or we're on a stage or at a photoshoot or whatever, it's like we're living in the clouds, are you with me?"
"I think so."
"Well being up in the clouds is amazing, you get to do great stuff, fun stuff. But there's always a danger of floating away. So there's the other half of our life, on the ground. It's what keeps us sane. Balanced."
"So you have this double life," you offer as an interpretation.
"It's not that drastic but, yes." Hyori swirls the contents of her glass, taking a quick sip to wet her mouth. "Don't mistake it though, the ground is the more important half, because, in that part, we meet the people who mean the most to us. But, listen to me, when you date someone like Jieun, you're dating that half of her life. The ground. The clouds are for her alone."
"So you have to let her live up in those clouds without you?"
"Did she tell you about her ex?"
"She said they didn't have the time to be together."
Hyori nods. "If she told you that, then you've confirmed it for me. She likes you. But, now you have to think, this past twenty-four hours, there's going to be a lot more of this. Sitting at home while she's performing in front of thousands, living in the clouds. You have to ask yourself, can you handle it? Are you willing to accept it? All the pros and cons."
There's nothing for a few moments, the pair of you sit there silently, before you mutter, "That's kind of hard," and Hyori laughs under her breath as she tilts her head and agrees.
"Yeah. That's why not every relationship survives. Not in this business. But I'm doing you the favour of warning you in advance."
"Thank you."
"Speak of the devil." The sound of a car draws closer until it stops. Some commotion arises and then slowly, she appears. In all her beauty and grace. Hair blowing softly in the breeze, her yellow jumper and skinny jeans hugging her hips perfectly, her beauty as sharp and clear and as immediate as ever. There's no way to take it all in with just one look, especially with the sun low on the horizon behind her. You're mesmerised, to say the least, and even more so as her shy smile reveals itself.
"Evening," Hyori stands, opening her arms for Jieun and wrapping her in a hug, kissing her on the cheek. They exchange some words you can't hear but you watch the movement of the mouths, the way the body moves. Then you turn back to your drink, pretending to watch the dregs swim at the bottom of the glass. You can feel her now, or at least smell the light fragrance, you don't need to turn, as a shadow descends on the side of your head.
"Hi."
"Hey," you say as you draw your eyes slowly up her body. "How was the concert?"
"Good, thank you." Her smile widens.
"You must be tired after all that," you follow, and she nods in agreement and glances to the far end of the veranda.
"And hungry. Will you come inside for dinner with me?" She's smiling now, an infectious, radiant smile, that grows.
"Of course."
You move indoors, you and her at the table. You use the conversation over dinner to ask her about the concert, and her life as a celebrity. From asking her how it feels to be up there singing to hearing stories about some of the craziest fans, the sorts of weird things they do and the lengths they'll go to.
"Some even claim to know me," she laughed, "and try and ask me questions or say certain things and act as though we've known each other for years."
"It sounds surreal," you say and Jieun leans in with a curious look.
"It's been days and you haven't asked about this before now, not at all, so what's got you so interested?" she teases.
"Well, I guess I just wondered what life is like up in the clouds."
Jieun narrows her eyes at you for a moment before chuckling a bit, and leaning in further and muttering, "Hyori. She spoke to you about this didn't she?"
"Just a little, yes. While you were gone."
"I knew it, she likes this little analogy." Jieun folds her arms, rests them on the table and stares right into your eyes, asking "What else did she say...?"
"Not a lot."
"Oh god." Jieun throws herself back against her chair, she brings her hands up to her mouth, with the sleeves of her jumper over her hands and looking like she wants to bury herself into the palms of her hands. "Ugh, that girl. What else did she say?"
"Really, not much else," you answer.
"Right." She sits forward again, not raising her eyes. "Listen, while I was away, I was thinking about what happened."
"And..."
"And," Jieun lets out a huge exhale, the stresses and fears seem to leave along with that breath. "She told you, and you haven't run away. Or at least, not yet. You're still here, we're here. Now. Just sitting, having a chat and eating some noodles."
"The noodles are really nice," you say and Jieun laughs.
"See, you make me laugh, and it makes me all confused, in the best way possible. And I know this isn't the time or place, but—"
"Yes, Jieun."
"You don't even know what I was going to say."
"I'd really love to see where this takes us," you say as you rise from your seat, rounding the table without breaking eye contact. You gently take her hand.
Jieun looks a bit hesitant, stares at the ground and mutters under her breath, "Where does that road end, you know? Look at everything I'm asking, of you, I don't want you to get hurt because I may not be able to give enough."
"I get it Jieun, the ground and the clouds," you whisper as you guide her up from her seat to stand in front of you. "I'll be on the ground. Sometimes you'll be in the clouds."
Jieun collapses her cheek against your shoulder and releases a deep sigh. "Why are you so nice to me?" Jieun sniffles.
"Because you deserve it Jieun."
Her heart thumped so hard, so rapidly, and tears flooded her eyes, making the world wavy and foggy. She fights the tears. And she finds the warmth of you, she pushes her face hard into your chest, inhaling deeply, and feeling an inexhaustible source of strength flow through her, bolstering her. She presses her body into yours.
She reaches her head up and kisses you deeply. Your hands cup her cheeks and your tongues meet for the first time. She leans in, slipping her hands to your neck, and curling her fingers tightly. Her lips are so warm and soft, her whole body melts, and the two of you press against one another. A fire burns and every nerve thrills in anticipation. Her breathing increases as a raging fire churns within.
When the kiss breaks, you murmur against her lips, "Should we, go somewhere that isn't the kitchen?"
Jieun nods, her hands still firmly clutching the collar of your shirt. "The food can wait."
As the door to your room closes, you begin unbuttoning your shirt, the last of them dropping open as she leaps at you, her lips attacking your neck with soft, wet, urgent kisses as she clutches you like her life depends on it. And you have her back, reaching around and holding her, carrying her, stumbling through the dark and onto the bed. You hit the mattress, and your grip relaxes as she leans back and grabs the hem of her sweatshirt. Jieun lifts it, dragging it up her body until the garment is sent to the floor and there it lay, forgotten.
For a moment she seems hesitant, sitting above you. It's a strange mix of tension and passion, the way her fingers trace lines on your chest, and you sit in awe of this beauty above you. The urge to reach for her, to take her, becomes overwhelming, as your gaze trails up her tight, toned stomach, and lingering over her small chest, clothed in black and wrapped snug. You stare and she shivers at the intensity of that look and bites at the corner of her lip.
"This is okay?" Jieun asks softly.
"I'm here for it if you are," you tell her, reaching and cupping her breast in your hand, as though it belonged there. That sends a new chill through her.
"Okay." Jieun nods her head a little. The word shakes a little with a quiver of breath and she lowers her head to meet her lips on yours, softly brushing at first but gradually more insistent. Her tongue prods and finds yours, and she pushes you down by the shoulders, forcing herself to lie on top of you and hold you there. And the kiss seems endless.
You run a hand up the soft skin of her back, up the divot of her spine until your fingers come to her bra strap, and with a small break in the kiss, you murmur against her lips. "Can I?"
She kisses you while she nods. Your fingers search a little, finding the clasp, you tug, letting the bra slip. And, with one small gentle tug on her shoulders, the strap of the bra slips off and it's only her hand rushing up to cover her modesty that keeps it in place.
You wrap your arm around her and roll her over onto her back, and as she lay against the covers, you're over her, looking down at how she still holds her arm over her tits. "I want you to see all of me," she whispers.
"I want to see all of you."
And with that admission, her arm, drops slowly away, pulling the black bra with it and exposing those two perfect, beautifully formed tits. With the lightest, most delicate touch, you brush your thumb across one and feel it spring a little at your touch. The nipples are erect, Jieun leans and looks to the side as you bend down, taking one nipple into your mouth. You flit your tongue across the little pink pebble of flesh and watch Jieun's face.
The muscles around her eyes tighten, and she lets out the sexiest little whimper. The reaction makes you want her more and you begin swirling and caressing her tit with the soft, flat of your tongue, and sucking her nipple into the warm recesses of your mouth.
She cries out and gasps. "God that feels good..." her hands clawing through your hair and her fingernails scraping through. Her moan spurs you onwards as you plant a trail of kisses, switching between which sensitive nub you suck, tug and tease. "Don't stop," she pleads.
"Not when you taste so good."
"I can't believe we're... that you're here, with me."
Your hand finds hers, lacing the fingers into hers you smile, push her hand into the bedsheets and stare up into her glimmering eyes as you run your tongue once more around her nipple. "You're perfect Jieun, I can't believe I'm so lucky."
Jieun arches her back a little, closing her eyes and exhaling a breath. "Stop it, that's not true," she giggles in between whimpers, "stop it, you know it's not— oh g-god..."
You're moving your kisses up over her collarbone and to her neck, and settling your body down between her legs, resting between her thighs. Jieun clamps her legs tightly around you as you keep sucking and biting at her neck, nibbling ever so lightly on her ear. "And now," you whisper huskily, into her ear, "I have you pinned beneath me..."
"Oh, fuck, yes," Jieun squirms. She desperately pushes your shirt off your shoulders and then runs her hands over your body. "I like this feeling." She's pushing her hands between your stomachs, pulling open your jeans and pushing them down off your ass.
You return the favour, bringing her into a kiss and reaching to pull her tight jeans open. She lifts her hips to aid you, allowing you to slip them off her hips. You don't have a chance to pull them all the way off, too heavy in your kiss and grinding yourself between her legs.
You reach and pull at her and she breaks the kiss with a soft moan as she grabs your shoulder and shifts her hips. The movements press you into her a little more, and her head goes to the pillows behind her head, tilting back. The angle reveals the beautiful soft and slender curve of her neck and you go at it again, kissing and biting, nibbling and licking, running the tip of your tongue over the hot, smooth expanse and smiling as she wraps her arms and legs around you as tightly as her lips when you kissed her.
"I want you," she gasps. "I want you. Now."
You put an arm under her and pull her up until you're on your knees and she's straddling you. She reaches down, hands into your pants and takes your thick cock in her fist. That first touch. Her soft fingers are on your hardness. It's a rush that hits both of you and suddenly you're kissing again as Jieun awkwardly strokes your length, trying to tease you out.
You decide to make it easier and sit her on the bed, still kissing her intermittently as you stand and push your clothes to your ankles. Standing before Jieun, the most desirable woman you've ever been fortunate enough to touch, you suddenly feel a primal sense of arousal hit.
You lay her back again, and peel those jeans off her slender legs. Slowly down her thighs as they spill out of the denim, then all the way off, until she's in nothing but a pair of black panties, and you're stood over her, naked to the air. Jieun sits up to you and brushes your chest, feeling the shape of the muscles and kneeling back on her haunches, you take her mouth again, sliding your hands up her hips and feeling those supple breasts once more. "Jieun, you're so hot."
Jieun bites your lip, and throws her leg around you, drawing you down and gasps sharply as you find your cock grazing across the smooth expanse of her panties and press at her entrance, almost bursting with desire. Jieun pulls at your hips, urging you between them. She grunts with effort, biting at your neck. "You're everything I have ever wanted."
There's a pause that's filled only by your shared, short panting. This is where it happens. It's more than want and need. The quiet acknowledgement, the long silence, you stare into Jieun's eyes, and both of you nod your heads a fraction, agreeing without speaking a word. You push her panties to the side. Then the contact, the softness and the wetness of her opening as the tip of your cock pushes her apart.
"Oh, shit!" Jieun lets out the involuntary profanity as she claws at your back and moans into the crook of your neck.
It's amazing. Unbelievably, spectacularly, amazing. Her tightness stretches with only minimal effort, and you let out a strained breath.
"Oh my god," Jieun has her fingers clasping tightly to your shoulder and mouth open with pleasure. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she writhes under you. "You feel amazing... holy shit," she curses.
"Jesus Jieun," you grunt as you sink down just that extra inch, enveloping your full length inside her. "You feel perfect, I could stay here forever."
Jieun does the best she can with that compliment, grinning through clenched teeth. "Thank you. I'm—" She cuts her own sentence short by gasping and reaching higher and taking a handful of your hair in her palm, her nails digging into your skull. "Do it." She orders you and the tone is coated in lust. "Please."
And so you do. Pull out to the sound of her sharp expectant inhale, and back in as she moans her lungs empty, the noises making it impossible to remain idle. Soon enough you have a rhythm of slow, measured thrusts, and are gasping in tune to her beautiful mews.
"God, you feel so damn good," Jieun manages, and she follows by adding, "A little harder, I love it."
It's like that for a few minutes. Jieun's pleasure is palpable with every movement of the bed springs and groans. Though it can't be any louder than the voice in your mind. This is actually happening. Fucking IU, of all people, is on her back beneath you, her beautiful body reacting to your every movement. She reaches for her breasts, rubbing them and pinching at the hardened points and begging, "More, please more," and you give.
Jieun brings her leg higher, arching her back and urging you further into her pussy, driving herself into you with equal force. This time her cry is louder, less controlled and broken by the beat of your bodies against each other, the sound of sex becoming a background harmony. Her feet stretch out behind you, her heels dig at the small of your back and her head falls back on the bed.
"I don't know how... how long I can..." Jieun breathes out. Her leg suddenly jerks and her entire body tenses. "Oh, shit."
You know what's coming, that doesn't make the feeling of her tightening around you any less shocking. She's shivering, gasping for breath and squeezing her eyes tightly, her body growing taut like a string pulled between fists.
"Fuck, Jieun, are you gonna—"
"Yes. Yes." Her entire body convulses. Her fingernails ripping lines up your back, Jieun arches from the bed, a sharp keening whimper from between her lips, followed by a series of high-pitched, short cries.
You're falling into the sheets beside her and pulling her on top of you. Seamlessly you move together, and she's riding you now, throwing her head back. You're lying there and she's a sight to behold. Her petite frame rolls and her toned, lithe muscles shift beneath her smooth skin. Every motion carries her hips as she fucks you.
Her breasts rise and fall, her hands flatten themselves on your chest as she holds herself up, bouncing herself on your cock with insistent determination. Jieun slides her palms upward, bringing them to your shoulders and lowering her chest, you reach to cup her tits, squeezing firmly and a sparkle glimmers in her eyes.
"You're so hard," Jieun purrs.
"You look so good on me, feel it too."
A smile flashes across her lips and the muscles clench,. You drag your hands across the perfect curves, feeling her sides, her ass, sliding back to take two, firm handfuls, pulling her into every movement. Your arms and legs beginning to tingle with your release, and you're losing all feeling other than her silken embrace.
Then you see her grimace and twist her body, breaking again for you. She falls against you and grinds out her orgasm. She quivers over you like a leaf in the wind. You hold her hips steady and stroke her skin as she returns from her high.
"Sorry," she moans a drawn-out apology. "Wanted you to cum, but, I can't..."
You hold her, rising from the bed, "Don't worry, Jieun, I've got this." You lift her and place her onto her side, thighs together, knees together, you push them up to meet her chest. Her perfect ass and thighs are on show, begging for you to slip back inside. She twists her body to watch you lean over her and push her knees into the bed.
You thrust into her, slipping under that one ass cheek, past those moist panties and into her pussy again. Jieun moans aloud again, and the sight of your cock slipping into her, the feel, is mesmerising. Jieun squeals a note.
The feeling, after only a few short thrusts, builds rapidly. And while a part of you wishes to hold back for her, make her cum over and over, she's far too sexy to deny yourself your sole need. Jieun moans and clenches again then cries out, "Please!" Her eyes watching you drive in deeper. And you lose it. The pressure breaks within, you bask in the sights, sounds, and feelings, and let it overwhelm you. "Inside, it's safe."
You spasm and with a deep thrust into her, your cum pours. Thick. Heavy, plentiful spurts as you cling to her trembling body. A final, ragged cry slips past your lips. Energy drained from you, into her, and you near-collapse against her sweat-kissed body.
You slip out of her, collapsing behind her and spooning her trembling body close, you drop kisses across the soft surface of her bare shoulder and take a tight grip on her small, perky tits. She whispers, "That was amazing."
"Tell me about it. The best."
She rolls her head and glances at you. "No, I mean, really, thank you. You were..." she sighs dreamily. "I didn't think it was possible to feel like that."
"We fit well, Jieun," you tell her softly. "There's no need to ever thank me. You really are special."
"Saying things like that," she sobs lightly. "You better be careful or you're going to mean a lot to me."
Your breathing seems loud in the sudden quiet, and you say, "I'd like that Jieun, to matter to you. Being important to you. It'd make me happy."
She is silent for a long moment, staring straight ahead. A single, happy tear rolls from her eye, onto the bed, and then sleep takes over. It is like a force sweeping you into the deepest darkness. It seems to happen between one breath and the next. One moment you're lying next to the most beautiful woman in the world, in the most euphoric, blissful post-coital state. In the next, your eyes blink open, and you're sprawled on your back, alone in the bed.
Her perfume hangs faintly in the air. Like a half-forgotten dream. An unintelligible whisper in the corner of your ear. "Goodnight," she had murmured at some point, in that instant between slumber and consciousness. But as your eyes scan around, her absence, her presence, seems like a dream. Like a mirage. As if she's always been this transient figure in your life. You fall into the pillow.
Then, just as sleep begins its second embrace, there's a knock at the door. There's a pause before a quiet voice speaks, "You awake?"
You sit up in a rush. "Come in," you reply, and Hyori enters.
She cuts right to the chase, as seems to be her way. "Last night, did you two? Wait, don't answer. I can feel it. You did."
"We did."
She walks closes the door firmly behind her, ensuring privacy. "I knew it as soon as she started acting shy this morning. I swear sex is the only thing that makes her shy. Funny little mannerism." Hyori takes a deep breath. "But listen, and listen close, okay?"
You nod for her to go ahead, but instead of going on, she sits down, gathering her thoughts.
She looks at you for a long time and says, "If this, whatever this is, is going to continue, you need to be prepared. It's going to be a mess. You need to hide it, and I mean really hide it, from everyone. Think how nuts the press will go."
You open your mouth to talk but she raises a finger.
"Hear me out. You have to remember that. This can't be normal, it will probably never be normal. That girl is special and this whole country knows it. There will always be cameras. And there will be times when you miss her because she's away. Sometimes for days or weeks and it's not the end of the world, because she has her job, and her fans depend on it. And as I'm sure you saw at dinner the other night, she does too, she loves her career."
Hyori sighs and rubs her forehead. "I know this seems a lot. You have known each other barely a week and I'm piling this onto you, but you need to know what you're getting into."
You smile. "I get it."
"You don't. Trust me. Not until you've lived it. Look, Jieun's an amazing girl. I like you, she likes you, a lot. I think you can make this work." She takes a big breath and says, "Welcome to this weird fucking world."
You chuckle quietly and nod in thanks.
"Now, if you're wondering where she has gone, she's out picking some flowers for the side dishes for later. They're recording something for the show right now but you can go out and join her in ten minutes, if you like?"
"That'd be great."
Hyori leaves and true to her word, when you venture downstairs and out onto the garden. Jieun's knelt along the rows. Her hair blows in a gentle breeze, and with the flowerbeds just in front, she is a blessed sight for tired eyes.
You go to her and ask, "Working hard?"
"Hey, you woke up," she beams at you.
"Had a chat with Hyori, too."
"Was it alright?" Jieun's face turns pale and worried, and her voice drops to a whisper. "She didn't try to get in your head, right?"
"It was fine, Jieun, she did give me the talk, though. A warning and a blessing, I think."
"Any regrets?" Jieun asks, timidly.
"What? No. God no. None at all. Actually, the only thought I had was if you would like to eat alone tonight? Just you and me, and then maybe we can go on another walk together, I enjoyed that."
"I'd love that," she says, her voice shaky, before a warm smile grows on her face.
"So, can I help you with the flowers?"
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You felt his hazel eyes trace the lining of your soft curves in the background of his video shoot, as you sat cutely on the hellcat that was parked in the middle of the street. It’s black shiny exterior was warm to the touch, slightly burning the fat of your thighs that were soon to be caressed by the dark-skinned man who couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You were his 2000’s video vixen, black dark hair cut in layers and straightened, slightly blowing in the warm summer breeze, jeans shorts hiked up slightly, but not too much to reveal your delicates. Your cut up and cropped wife beater held your perky breasts beautifully while you sported a black leather jacket, and a diesel purse. It was safe to say that you put that shit on, you admired your knee high rick’s while adjusting your black bra, fixing your hair and pulling out your lipgloss, adjusting it while looking at your reflection on the car’s hood.You winked seductively as the camera’s panned around the rapper, then shifted it’s focus to you. You didnt know if he was eyeing you down for cinematic reasons, but all questions left your mind as he asked for your name while you all were on lunch break.
“I’m Y/n” you said casually as you bit into your sandwich, drinking your mango Arizona, you paused and your eyes met his,
“I noticed that you stare a lot, so what’s your name?” You asked smiling, dusting off bread crumbs from your hand, digging into your fries. “Oh I’m sorry ma, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” he chuckled, his smile lit up the room, admiring the way his grillz fit perfectly in his mouth, comforted by his soft plush mauve lips, his tongue swirled around them quickly as he tucked his bottom lip into his mouth, biting against the soft supple flesh that was now rosy and glossy. His skin was perfect, including the scar that rested on his forehead and under his eye, thick perfect eyebrows that held a small slit in his left one, perfectly aligned with the discolored line on his forehead. His hair was low and wavy, shaped perfectly and cut, chalk fresh and highlighted against his dewy skin. His goatee was short, but still sexy, emphasizing his youth and maturity all at once. “I’m Onyankopon..”
You were all over him.. so you couldn’t blame yourself as you were currently being bent over the trunk of the hellcat that was now parked in the huge garage that wasn’t too far away from the shoot.He slowly slid himself inside of you, as the knees below you went weak , loosing count of the amount of orgasms that he talked you through.His clean hands gently rubbed on your clit as he thrusted into your hole, sucking on your neck, palming your round breasts with his free hand, his soft and sticky skin was caressing yours as he slid his hand from your chest and trailed up your neck, grabbing your silk press and pulling your head back, forcing your tear filled eyes open.
“Look at you baby girl, you hear that?”
He asked as the set called for the both of you, their cries drowned out by the squelching of your flower, she loved the attention that she was receiving, and you felt as if you were close. His mushroom shaped tip entered and exited out of you, periodically rubbing on your clit, and then ramming itself back inside of you as he whispered in your ear.The sloppy sounds of sex echoed against the concrete walls, bouncing off of the metal of the most expensive cars that you’ve ever seen.You were grateful for the fact that there were no cameras.
“Fuckkk Onyyyy” you whispered, this intimate moment made even more intense since it was only your second time having sex. No matter how good he made you feel, you still were ashamed that you were able
to give in so quickly and wished that you would have waited at least before you let him fuck, feeling like this was meaningless. It was just a quickie..and shortly,the sensation that was once closing in had left when your focus did, and he noticed..His strokes slowed down as he pulled out, turning you around to face him. He slowly slid himself inside again , groaning while he kissed you, “Get outta your head mama, it’s just us, no one will know.” His muscled arms wrapped around you as you pulled on the neck of his white tee, under the green jersey he put on after an outfit change.
“We just met, but I wont break your heart love..just-fuckkkkk-“
He moaned as you began to squeeze around him, his voice turned you on to the point that you could cum right then and there, the way you gripped him almost made him faint, his thrusts became more calculated, almost mean as he kept his focus, eyes low,biting back stammers and hisses on every word.
“But I-shit..I want something with you Y/n..I- oh my gosh, I just want you, I’d-damn I’d drop everything, every other bitch, -this pussy gon kill my ass one day”
You listened to his voice , bucking your hips to match his rhythm, internalizing every word while he carried you through your high.
“FUCK! Ony I’m cominnn baby”
You plead grabbing his head, anything you could find because you needed him close, kissing his neck with the remaining lipgloss left, you moaned into his ears with relief, breath slowly steadying.Ony left a trail of butterfly kisses all along your face and neck, as his hips began to twitch, feeling the release of his sperm through the condom. The quiet zip of his pants brought you back to his senses as his hands slid around your waist to lift you up, sitting you on the roof of the car. He rumaged through his pockets for hand sanitizer, and baby wipes lending you a clean rag that the set gave him as “Part of his fit” to wipe off.Them big ass pockets held his life.
“Hear what my love,” His hands rested on your thighs, still standing in between your legs. “ I’ll take you out to eat later, we can go shopping, I’ll take you to the car dealer even, we can go shopping, I want you to use my card and we can even go on tour if you want, or keep it private-“
You smiled shyly, looking down as he kissed your hands..
He caught himself simping over a girl he just met like a looser and laughed while he kissed your forehead again, catching himself before be accidentally love-bombed you.
“Listen baby, what I’m tryna say is that I want you..bad, and if I fuck up just remember this moment okay?”
“Okay Onyankopon do you pinky swear?Because you will be kept to your word.” you blushed while looking at him sternly, holding a painted finger out, he laughed at your child-like behavior, kissing your pinky before intertwining his with your own…
“Pinky Promise”…
dk how i feel abt this but one shots comin soon lol ~𝓵𝓮𝓵𝓮
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When will you find love? And a little about your person.
How to choose a pile?
Close your eyes and take a deep breath and ask the angels to show you the right pile for you and open your eyes. The first pile that catches your attention is the right pile for you
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Pile 1
Alright pile 1! Welcome to your reading and the first message I'm getting is that you will find love when you start loving yourself The way You want to be loved. And it may be a long journey to be honest. However the love that will come to you between your journey is something you have dreamed of, and for some of you I am seeing that you may also attract your future spouse. Because I keep seeing a long committed relationship with the person that will come into your life when you start loving yourself. But I also want you to know that the universe will test you and will send you duplicate copies of your future spouse who are toxic so you may encounter some situations where you made out if this person is your future spouse or not and I want you to always choose yourself in such situations.
Now let's talk about that person, I see that for most of you this person could be a fire sign or an Earth sign. The person you are meant to be with is really mentally strong and embodies the traditional qualities of their gender. What I mean by that is if you are a woman attracted to men your person will embody all the qualities of a traditional man like being the caretaker, being the provider etc. women attracted to women then your person will embody all the qualities of a traditional woman like being supporting, being nurturing etc. and their qualities will not be toxic like how traditional man are viewed as controlling and lack of consideration etc. and I'm also getting that your person will spend their money on you and their love language maybe gifting. I also see that your person belongs to a really big family or a family that has a rich background like some sort of reality or respect that comes from being born in their family. I also see that your person has a really nice voice and whenever they speak it sounds soothing. For some of you their mother may have been a single mom or they may not have good relations with their father. I also see that your person requires a lot of rest because the work they do requires a lot of their energy and their work could be mentally draining.
Pile 2
How are you? Pile 2, first of all I have a good news for you, you are on the journey of finding love and I am saying that because I see that you have been putting a lot of work on yourself and you have been feeling full of love these days for some of you you can literally feel deep inside of you that you are about to meet someone whom you are going to fall in love with. I also see that some of you may have been invited to go somewhere or you will be invited in the near future and you may meet your person there. Some of you are about to find love within a month and some of you will find love in summer time. I also see that you are about to be asked out on a date and I want you to give this a chance because I feel positive Vibes from this pile (of course only accept if you feel like doing it)
Now let's talk about your person. I see that your person could be a fire or a water sign and Aries, Leo and cancer specifically. I see that this person has been through a lot and you can literally see it on their face or you may feel it when you meet them. I also see that you both share equal feelings for each other and this may be the person you are crushing on currently. They may be an artist or they may like to create beautiful things in their free time. Another message I'm picking upon is that they will give you handmade things like handwritten letters , DIY flowers etc because I see that they are someone who shows their Love by doing things for the person they love. I also see that on a side note they may suffer from anxiety or depression or they may have insomnia. However they will recover soon and they could be born in the month of April or April could be a significant month for you. I also see that they hide their pain and their sufferings from others. This person is really physically attractive and they always have something nice to say. They give great advice and the words that come out of their mouth are literally the words of wisdom. I also see that they may do charitable work or they may work in the medical field. Your person may be a bit different from you or from the way you were brought up. For some of you, they can have a fear of lizards or it can be the complete opposite. They may wear a hat or turban, it could be related to their culture.
Pile 3
Heyyyy pile 3! The first thing I'm getting is that this pile is divided into two groups. People who resonate more with group 1 will find love soon, like within 5 to 6 months and the people who resonate with group 2 will find love in , maybe 11 months to 14 months. Now I will be listing some things which will help you find your group. If you are a fire sign or you talk a lot or you talk really fast, walk fast, have a black round mole on your right hand or right side of your body, long fingers, wear glasses not contracts, have more than 8 friends who you talk to, or like pink then you are group 1. And if you are an Earth sign, wear baggy clothes, have a great balance, are or may have been a cheerleader, live near forest, droopy nose, long fingernails or are wearing a black top/hoodie currently then you are group 2. Of course, you can read if you don't resonate with any of these groups.
Okay so I see that some of you literally manifested this person. Within the past 9 months you may have done a ritual or made a wish about love and your wish is about to be granted. I also see that you may meet this person through a friend or your sibling. Because I see that you will get to know this person through a mutual friend or someone. Another message I'm getting is that your person is literally a dream come true for you however I also see that they may have a lot of passion (you know what I'm talking about 🌝👀) and I also see that they are really knowledgeable they may speak 3 to 4 languages and they may have a lot of friends that are different from them. Another thing I'm getting is that some of you share a past life connection with this person and in this lifetime you two are meant to be together so nothing can pull you apart. I also see that your person has a lot of responsibility on their shoulders and I also see that sometimes they get overwhelmed by taking care of everything. They also have a tendency to stress over things they cannot control. Your person could be an air sign or Earth sign. They already have a bright personality and a lot of people notice them. I also see that they know how to take care of things and situations but sometimes they just stress over nothing. They have good time management and hate people who are not punctual. They know what they are capable of and they know what they deserve. They are really sure about themselves and they will not second guess their choices. They require a lot of time alone to function properly, however that will not be a hurdle in your relationship because I see that you have this quality too.
Muah 💋
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for the one word ficlet prompt thing!!
I'd love to see something steddie with the word "sun". not picky about how you use it and im good with whatever season you'd like! 💕🌻💘☀️
pre season 3 crossing paths in high school, my beloved ☀️💕 ao3
There’s a blind spot just on the outskirts of the school grounds, before you get to the woods: a little hill that if you sit at just the right angle, back pressed up against the grass, no-one can see you. Eddie goes there whenever he needs some peace—like now, reading alone during lunch. He can still hear the distant laughter of students floating along on the breeze, but it’s far enough away that it doesn’t intrude as he reads.
The air smells like summer’s approaching. His fingers skim through drying blades of grass; they feel almost as delicate as pressed flowers.
Despite the calm solitude, the words aren’t going in—and he knows that with the right teacher, he kinda gets Tennessee Williams, but Mr Hauser’s gone, and he was the only one who allowed Eddie free reign to go wild when reading aloud in class, every other sub since then would say he was being disruptive and… okay, that was true some of the time, but most of the time it was because it helped, damn it, gave him at least some hope of scraping a pass—
A shadow falls across Eddie’s page—it doesn’t loom in the way a teacher’s stance would, but he still jumps at the suddenness of it.
“Jesus!”
Eddie tips his head back against the hill, cranes his neck to look upside down. Squints against the sun.
It’s Steve Harrington, and he must have gym straight after lunch because he’s already changed into a T-shirt and shorts, which is an odd decision in Eddie’s opinion as a perpetual gym-ditcher, but whatever, it’s a free country… and it’s not exactly like the guy’s an eyesore.
”You trying to give me a heart attack, Harrington?”
“No,” Steve says shortly; he looks a mixture of embarrassed and… annoyed? Which would be a new personal best for Eddie, considering he’s done nothing to piss him off save for just sitting on the ground. “I didn’t know you were here, dude.”
“Yeah, that’s kinda the idea,” Eddie waves his hands in explanation, “welcome to my hiding spot.”
Steve scoffs. “Not much of a hiding spot if I found it.”
It comes out a little petty, sure, but nothing major, Eddie thinks; it’s not like Steve’s picking a fight.
“What’s up with you, man?” he asks lightly.
It’s something he’s pondered more than once over the last couple of years, in between the stress of failed tests and the same platitudes in school reports: Eddie must apply himself next year; Eddie must try harder; Eddie must…
In the background of it all was the enigma that was Steve Harrington. Eddie had found that you couldn’t not look at him, his eyes drawn to even the most fleeting impressions: walking past the lockers or driving in and out of the school parking lot. Seasons changed—whole damn years changed—and still the question remained: just what on earth is up with Steve Harrington these days?
At least now, asking the question is profoundly less upsetting than it had been last fall, when Eddie silently tracked the progression of bruises healing across Steve’s face—along with Billy Hargrove’s intimidating stare.
“Nothing, I’m just…” Steve sighs. “Didn’t wanna spend forever in the cafeteria when it’s so nice out, but… Honestly?”
“Nah, I’d prefer you lie to me,” Eddie says deadpan, and Steve snorts before sighing again; Eddie almost asks him to read some Tennessee Williams out loud, ‘cause he’s surprisingly got the dramatics for it.
Steve flops down onto the grass, lies right on his back with no concern for his precious hair. “I’m so damn bored, Munson.”
“Gosh, my heart bleeds,” Eddie says. “Puh-lease tell me how hard it is to have passed everything and literally not have a care in the world?”
Steve blinks up at him, frowning. “Shit, are you repeating again?”
He sounds earnest, and there’s something in his phrasing that means Eddie isn’t nearly as defensive as normal—maybe because it’s about repeating again rather than failing.
Eddie lifts up the script in demonstration. “Not exactly reading this for fun, dude.”
“God, I’d take that over gym right now.”
“Okay, you’re bullshitting me. You love gym, Harrington. You, like,” Eddie gestures at Steve’s get-up, “actually make an effort and everything.”
“Not when the semester’s almost over, man. We don’t even have a cover right now, so we’re just left to, like, do whatever, who gives a shit. I’m bored outta my mind.”
“Tragic,” Eddie says—gym without a teacher sounds like a dream; he’d literally just leave. “I’m weeping for you.”
Steve rolls his eyes. But it doesn’t feel like a dismissal, even when he doesn’t reply and just lies back in the grass with another sigh.
So… Eddie mulls it over. What the hell, Steve’s graduating; it’s not like they’ll cross paths after that.
“Bet you can’t run to the woods and back before the bell rings.”
Steve sits up, a gleam of interest in his eyes. He checks his watch. “The bell’s gonna ring in, like, two minutes, Munson.”
“Oh, sorry, I thought you were so bored. Well, if you’re not up to the challenge—”
“No, no,” Steve says, standing up. “I didn’t say that.” He actually gets into position like he’s on the running track, looks at Eddie expectantly.
Eddie covers his bemusement with theatrics; he mimes firing a starting pistol.
And… shit, Steve Harrington can run.
Objectively, it’s not like it’s a surprise; he wasn’t exactly bringing up the rear in the swim and basketball teams. Still, it’s one thing knowing it, another to see it up close like this.
Eddie puts his book back in his bag, watching as Steve disappears from view. Reluctantly, he edges away from the hill—if he doesn’t, he’ll risk being late for class again by the time he walks over, and… He thinks of ‘86, what has to be his third time lucky. Start as you mean to go on, and all that.
Eddie turns back to look. Sure enough, Steve comes sprinting out of the woods, racing up to the hill right as the bell rings.
“Still counts, Munson!” he calls, a little breathless.
And Eddie knows that he’s not really solved the mystery of what’s going on with Steve Harrington.
What he does know is that Steve is smiling as he raises a fist in victory, the sun turning his hair golden for just a moment; he looks utterly free—as he should be, graduation’s right around the corner.
And Eddie can’t begrudge him that.
”Inspirational,” he shouts, cupping a hand around his mouth as he walks backwards. “I’ll get John Hughes on the phone, stat.”
The bell stops. Eddie turns around before he can trip on his own feet.
He’s getting closer to the school building now, can feel the change in the air, cliques unwillingly disbanding as teachers move them on.
But as he heads to class, Eddie faintly hears evidence that the moment hasn’t been broken entirely: Steve Harrington’s laughter, drifting across on the wind.
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TOO LUCKY — 🪽 *゚+ itoshi rin.
"rin, please don't move. oh my god, dont move!"
"im not, it's the wind." he grumbles as he shifts just a little on the grass, contrary to his words as you groan in frustration but still continue to click the white circle repeatedly.
you can't stop the squeal that leaves you as you look at all the numerous pictures (most of them being shaky) you just clicked in one go. your lips curve into a wide smile as you gush over the pictures. "all of this is going on my pinterest and my instagram and everything that lets me post pictures."
he leans forward just a little, peeking into your phone, the afternoon sunlight making him squint his eyes. he watches you swipe through multiple photos of him to see what's so special about it, until you stop at the photo that makes you gasp in astonishment, and he's staring with wide eyes too.
most of the pictures were shaky and not as great because of how excited you were, yet that one clear picture looks so different. rin can't believe that's him, lips slightly parted as he blinks and tries to find some sort of imperfection— to find absolutely nothing.
nothing but his dark hair and the grass in the background, the black and green contrasting in the bright sunlight as little white flowers struggle to stay intact in those straight strands of his. his hand covering his eyes in the photo due to how bright it was as he faced the sun. you were glad he didn't have his eyes open or else the picture would have been on the completely different level.
you let out a soft breath after a few seconds of looking at that picture and zooming in. "that's... so pretty."
rin doesn't speak, he just stares, and then quickly begins to ruffle his hair as the remaining flowers fall out on the grass under you both. while he looks down as he does that, his face fills up with heat that is definitely not from the sun. "whatever. im pretty sure i have tiny insects in my hair now."
you huff at his attempt to move on from such a beautiful picture, but help him anyway. your hand ruffles his hair with more love and force than necessary, making him grunt.
now he's free from all the flowers, but his hair looks like a mess.
a bad mess, but he still looks so breathtaking and you don't know how.
in one swift movement, you bring your phone up again and click one more picture. he curses, before reaching for the phone and tackling you on the grass in the process, making you yelp as you both get tangled together.
he breathes heavily as he pins you down, finally getting a hold of your phone and placing it beside you both on the mat that's occupied by the baskets full of snacks and fruits and other stuff you brought for the picnic. "enough."
you smile softly, blinking up at him as his face is inches away, his shadow casted over you, blocking the sun from getting into your eyes. he just keeps looking more and more beautiful, and your heart keeps on racing and racing. your fingers somehow interlock with his in this position, his legs tangled with yours as he settles on top of you completely.
"i'm too lucky, i think." you whisper, your eyes drowning themselves in his as you make no attempt to resist him— resist the way he was leaning closer and closer because of how tempting your lips look.
"that's not true. im too lucky." he whispers back after a minute or so, his nose brushing against yours as he presses himself more onto you, his other hand reaching beside him again to pick up a weak flower from the grass, from the many flowers that he had very roughly shuffled out of his hair a few minutes ago.
he places that one little flower into your hair carefully. you look beautiful. he's too lucky.
then he kisses you tenderly. his usually soft lips are slightly chapped from how long you've been in the sun and the hot summer air these days, but he can't think of how embarrassing it is because whenever you're kissing him, he gets lost in something that he never wants to escape from.
his tongue slips into your mouth as you hold the back of his head gently and your nails scratch his scalp. just before you two can get too carried away, you feel a buzzing sound around you and gasp as you pull away and quickly bury your face in his neck, covering your ears. "there's an insect—"
he lets out some mix of a sharp breath and a chuckle, before covering you with himself as he looks around for any possible insects— to find none. he's resting his elbow right beside your head and putting his weight on it to keep from completely falling on top of you. "it's gone. don't worry."
you slowly stop hiding, and an embarrassed smile makes its way on your face. "sorry. can we, um—"
"yeah." rin gives a small, teasing smile. and then he kisses you again.
all i do is write pointless drabbles that somehow mean a lot to me. what has this blog become? venusdrabbles? bye.
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Sex in the Flowers
pairing: Larissa Weems x sex worker!reader
summary: y/n hasn't been int he game long, but when she met Larissa Weems, her life changed. And after a few months of meeting, she quits her job. ON the last meeting she has, she tries to tell her but Larissa just wont listen.
warnings: language, smut, rough(ish??), mommy kink, breeding kink, shifter cock, thigh riding, fingering, oral, degrading, praise, love confession
a/n: if you see a misspelling, no you dont.
It came as a shock that Larissa Weems had time for this. Let alone planned it all for you. And all you had to do was show up to her office door at 3 sharp.
And so in your shortest sun dress and white vans, you knocked on the door as the time rolled over. Beaming up to the woman who you adored.
But on her half, she assumed that you flashed everyone that smile. It was apart of your job. You were paid to go on dates with rich and wealthy. Mostly their sons in a way to try and match make you. The day you mentioned going for a female crowd as well, your check became way more.
Larissa had accidentally stumbled across you and figured it wouldn't hurt. Yet, with every date, she became more in need of you. Wanted you all to herself and to never think of others trying to take you.
"You look absolutely adorable, darling." Larissa complimented. Please with the blush that covered your cheeks. "Are you ready? I picked out a secret place for us."
"Lead the way, love." You gestured. You knew the nickname caught her off guard. As you never gave nicknames to anyone. It was in your rules, don't give nicknames or you'll get attached. So what was this all about?
She hummed and held your hand towards the car. Where in a summer breeze your hair flowed freely. The music playing in the background as you acted without a care in the world.
This was a side Larissa had never seen. She was loving it ever so much. But it was driving her mad that she didn't know what was causing this free spirit energy.
In a matter of time, you had found yourselves in an isolated field. The two of you laughing over silly things.
At a point you had gotten up to dance around in the field. All while Larissa unpacked the sandwiches she had made and the glasses for the wine. Her blue eyes never once leaving your figure. You could feel her eyes one you. It made you happier than you've ever been.
Mostly excited to tell her you quit your job and love her. The only thing is: you were putting a lot of faith in how you read her actions. For all could go wrong and she doesn't see you in any romantic way and just loves the idea of you. And knowing she could've easily bought it was her finale tie. But you were praying it wasn't like that.
"Darling, come eat!" She called over to you. Smiling ever so softly as you walked over without breaking eye contact. Once you sat, you did something new and sat on her lap instead. Letting you arms wrap around her neck and hugging her. "What has got you in such a mood?"
"Mmm, I just missed you ever so much! What'd you make?" You got comfortable in her lap and reached for a sandwich.
"You're favorites, I figured you've been working so hard and only probably taken out to fancy, so I figured that something casual would be nicer for you." Larissa summed up and you could only feel your heart beat faster.
"Yes about work!" You saw the moment, only to be shushed by the woman who held you carefully.
"Let's just enjoy the time we have together," she whispered close to your ear.
The two of you chatted while nibbling on sandwiches and sipping on wine. You kept shifting however. There was something that was making you uncomfortable, you assumed it was just a foot. Which lead to you now laying on the blanket on your stomach. Reading a book out loud for the both of you. Not noticing how your dress hiked up your legs.
You're too occupied with the book that you don't see how Larissa looks at your body. How she traces every dent and bump on your legs. Every color she ingrains into her memory. The colors of what was going to be hers. And finally she couldn't help it. Her hands needed to touch you.
Her fingers ghosted over your legs. It wasn't till her hand had your thigh in her grasp. "Larissa." You warned. Playing into the job she thinks you still have. You sat up, which made her hand move away.
"I'm sorry." She looked away in shame. Only to be brought back to face you by your hands. "I know it's against the rules but I couldn't help."
"You're fine, we can act like it was a subtle mishap. Nobody will know." You gave her reassurance. Now laying on your back with your knees bent. Showing even more as you kept reading.
Is it possible you're teasing her? No! Impossible! You are far to innocent and sweet to tease her. Plus, why would you tease if she can't even touch you?
But maybe you were teasing, especially now that you've managed to move your dress to expose your frilly laced trimmed panties. The cute bow being what drew her attention.
"Do you always wear cute panties?" She let her hand trace delicately, almost not at all. Her eyes jumping all over your body.
"Larissa Weems, you're being awfully handsy."
"And you're being an awful tease." She puffed out. "I mean truly, your rules make no sense! I get to take you on dates, but never am I allowed to pay for you, buy you anything, touch you, nor spend more than a night with you. I truly don't get what you get out of this!"
You were stunned by her. Were you meant to get anything out of this? But then you busted out laughing.
And after a moment of laughter, you finally could talk. "Well it seems like someone doesn't agree with the rules. You signed the contract as well. Now, keep your hands off while I keep reading."
She gave you a heavier huff and pulled her hands into her lap. Listening carefully to your words. Noting how they seemed way more important now that it was you. Her eyes searched at what she couldn't touch. Trailing over ever detail of your skin. Wishing that just for a day she could touch and hold you.
"You're not paying attention to me anymore. So, bring your eyes up and not lingering." You broke into her thoughts. Closing the book and sitting up. The dress falling back over your panties. "Seriously, what has gotten into you today?"
Larissa was clearly fed with your games. "Jesus, Y/n! I just want to fuck you senseless!" She shouted.
And once again you were stunned by the silver haired woman. "Was that all it took? A tiny bit of teasing?" You couldn't help the growing smile. "Did you know, for the very brief time I've done this, I thought I would be married off before I broke any rule. To even think that it only took me to find you."
"What?" Larissa was confused now. Becoming dumbfounded when you climbed onto her lap, straddling her and keeping her trapped. “Y/n…”
��If you had just let me tell you my exciting news about work we could’ve skipped to this part so quickly,” your voice was low, kept just between the two of you. “I’ve always wanted to be fucked in a pretty flower field.”
Larissa didn't think twice, her lips were on yours in seconds flat. Moaning at the taste of the wine on your lips. You had barely drunken any but the divine taste lingered. She was sloppy and hurried.
“Easy tiger…” You hummed out. Using slight force to push her off. “You have to let me tell you about work.”
She frowned at you, you kept mentioning it. Was it some new rule update? What was so important that's keeping her from devouring you.
“What is it Y/n?” She whispered. She didn't want to scare you off with a higher volume.
“I quit.” You smiled. Yet she wasn’t. “I thought you would’ve been happy for me?”
Larissa cane back to her senses. Pushing you off her lap. “I am, but that means I won’t see you again.”
“Nonsense, my love. I quit cause I fell in love.” You beamed now. Your smile being blinding. “Truly, I didn’t mean to, but you know what they say. You can’t control it. The only thing is if it’s returned.”
A long tense silence washed over. “How long?” She finally broke it.
“Since last week. I met with everyone and told them it was over.” You felt less confidence in everything. And the silence didn't do anything to help settle the nerves. Nor did the silence, which actually made you regret saying anything. "I'm sorry, I should just go now." You were about to leave.
"Y/n?" Her voice shook. You couldn't look her in the eyes so you looked to her legs. How perfectly they were folded to the side. "Y/n, look at me."
You couldn't, you felt so stupid now. Like a little child getting a simple math problem wrong. "No, truly, just forget I said anything." You were walking away, carefully stepping around flowers. But when you missed the overgrown flower stem and tripped, you swore this was the worst day ever.
You felt tears fill your eyes, and could hardly move. You felt an overwhelming mix of emotions. Embarrassment taking mostly, but sad because your dress was now dirty.
It wasn't until arms scooped you up that you let out a small sob. Curling into yourself once you were in her lap. Her hands stroking your hair and thigh to calm you.
"I need you to look at me darling," she whispered. When you didn't she used her own hand to get you to look at her. Meeting your teary eyes. "There you are, none of these tears. You let yourself get to the worse case."
You gave a sniffle, "But you didn't sound happy or thrilled. You didn't even say anything back." You frowned. "Is it because I'm too young? Or do you not find me attractive? Was it easier because you could just buy me?"
"Oh baby no! That's never been the reason. I think you are the sweetest, most charming little thing ever. You're young, you shouldn't want an old hag such as me. You have so many people who would kill to even have a chance with you." She was rambling, but cut short with your lips on hers. Soft and passionate.
You held onto her like she was going to disappear. She was returning the kiss with the same amount of passion. You were ready to die in her arms.
Larissa pulled back and laughed lightly at how you chased after her. You slowly peeled your eyes open again. "I love you." You mumbled in the space. "I love every single part of you. I love you, Larissa Weems."
"Angel, don't say things you don't mean." She stared past you into the field. Suddenly you felt anger. How could she disregard you like this?
You huffed and sat on the other side of the blanket. "Don't belittle me." You felt heat bubble in your stomach. "I confess my love, quit my job, all because I'm so damn in love with you and all you can do is reject me. I put myself out there just for you, and if you don't want me I'm sure as hell someone else would!" You yelled, frustration expressing itself through heated tears.
Something about that sentence got to Larissa. She couldn't believe you would put yourself that low because of her. Yet, her next words only could spur you on. "What, whore yourself around?"
"I'd rather be a whore than mommy's unwanted!" You screamed without realizing. You weren't even making full sense now. "Maybe someone else would please me at least! I'll find someone else to fuck me dumb in a flower field!" You were about to leave once again.
"I suggest you stay put before you do something you regret." Her voice was dangerously low, but you couldn't ignore what it did to you. You wanted more of it.
"Or what?!" You held your ground. That waws until you were on the ground. Her hands on your chest pushing you down with a great strength.
"Mommy's gonna fuck you like the slut you want to be." She purred in your ear. Your breathing stopped. Was this what dying felt like? "Wouldn't you like that pretty girl? To be fucked dumb and hard by me in this field?"
You had this look already in your eyes. It didn't take much to put you into a sub headspace. It never had, a few compliments from a pretty lady and you were puddy in their hands.
"Look at you, already complying with me. Such a good, good girl. Do you truly want this?" Larissa let her hands up a bit. Giving you enough space to back out now.
You were long gone by now. "Please, mommy! I wanna be your good girl, please!" You were at your breaking point. You needed some relief and you needed it now.
Larissa knew this when your hips bucked up to find hers. "So needy baby, but what happened to wanting to whore yourself out? Being a dirty slut?"
"M' so sorry! Never again! Promise!" You were only falling deeper and deeper into the mind set. Eventually you'd become nothing but incoherent words.
Her hands roamed your body, sliding down your legs and back up under your dress. Her thumbs running just under your boobs. Listening to you whine for more. "What do you want angel?"
"All..." you hummed. Larissa immediately knew what you meant. And the devilish smile that dawned on her was intense.
The dress you had on was suddenly gone and the early summer breeze ran over you. Making you shiver with anticipation. Her hands cupping your boobs making you less cold. She played with them like dough, pulling airy moans from you, but it wasn't enough.
Her lips began attacking your neck while her thigh found its way between yours. Making you cry out as your hips began moving on their own. She could feel your slick running on her leg.
"Is that all for me princess? You're so wet for mommy. Have you been anticipating this moment?" Her warm breath was gliding on your neck. You could feel her hand move to find your heat. Meaning you lost the contact with her thigh and you whined. You whined like a puppy being told no.
"You're ok, Imma take such good care of you." Her hand found way to where you needed her the most. Drawing tight circles on your clit. Larissa's blue eyes watched with how you bit your lip to silence yourself. "Uh-uh baby, let mommy hear how good she's making you feel."
And you did, you let loose. Letting her know that she had you entirely. "Mmph, more." You matched her movements. Missing the touch of her as soon as it left. "NO! Please!"
"It's ok, I'm right here. We're gonna get rid of these ok? She fiddled with you panties. Pulling them down your thighs, light kisses being left in the trial. Then the found your inner thigh. Where she nipped and sucked bruises all over. "You're all mine baby. Nobody else gets to have you like this."
"Only yours, mommy." You let your hand tangle into her perfect pin up. "Mommy, your hair." You frowned.
"Does someone want to run their fingers through it?" You could only nod at her words, too lost with how her silver curls fell freely.
That was the moment she knew. Larissa knew you meant your words. Each and every one.
Her head dipped back between your legs, kissing your clit several times while you dug into her hair. Doing everything you could to pull her into you.
Larissa caved finally, giving into your wants. And you thought it was heaven, but one skilled tongue went a long way for you. She had you squirming for more. It was never enough some how. And just as you thought she was going to grant you a release, she pulled away.
"W-what?!" You looked down to her. Instantly forgetting of it as she began to loose her clothing. Letting you focus on between her legs. You were confused suddenly. "Mommy?"
She just smiled at you. "A shapeshifter honey, it's easy to manipulate to my needs. And I need to fill you with my babies, ok?"
You could only respond by pulling her down to you and kissing her. "Yours?"
Larissa softly nodded. "You'll look so cute with that belly, so round and full. Doesn't that sound nice baby?"
Then suddenly, you wanted to make her feel good. She was doing all the work, it wasn't fair. She could sense your gears turning. But never got to ask as you pushed her back and settled between her legs.
"Baby? What are- oh!" She moaned as you licked her tip. Swirling all over it before sinking onto it. Her eyes couldn't tear away from you. How you looked her in the eyes the entire time.
Her mind could focus only on you. How your tongue knew where to lick. How your eyes knew how to look. You were consuming her and she didn't know how. All she wanted was to have you with her every single second of the day.
"Oh baby, just like that. You're doing so well sweet girl. Mommy's perfect princess." Her praise sent a throbbing to your core each time. "I'm so close, god baby you're so good for me!" Her hips began to meet you. Stuttering the second you took her all in. You felt the warm liquid shoot down your throat.
Swallowing it all, you pulled off of her. Only to move fast and crawl on top of her. Lining yourself up. You slammed her all in. Both of you moaning loudly and breathing quickly.
It was all you needed to get that release you had been denied earlier. Larissa quivered at how you tightened around her. Almost forgetting that she was the one who was supposed to be in control.
But once she could find your eyes, you knew you fucked up. "You just couldn't wait could you? Such a whore for your own pleasures. I thought you were my good girl? But was all this so you could use me for pleasure?"
You shook your head quickly, "No! Mommy, please. M' sorry!" You were quick to apologize. "I...you just...I needed you." You shyed away.
"Well, now you're gonna get me. And I hope you accept it all." It was too quick, the movement. You were back on your back and she was on top.
You both were still. Staring down at your stomach. The bulge being so evident. But her stillness only made you suffer. "Please..." you begged. Needing her to move even just slightly.
"You are in no room for begging baby, but I'm gonna fuck you so good."
And she did. She truly meant it all. How she would fuck her babies into you. It was a repeating cycle for what felt like eternity. By the end you were wrapped up in her arms all dressed again as she carried you back to the car. Whispering sweet nothings into your ears.
Once back to her office, you couldn't even think of leaving her. And even when she tried to say goodbye, she missed how you practically clung to her. She wasn't ready for you to leave either yet.
"Rissa?" You called for her attention. Instantly getting it. " I meant it. I love you."
"I know you did pretty girl. And you showed it so well, that I love you too. Now what do you say about a nap?" She kissed the top of your head.
"Really? You'll let me stay?" You lit up, excited at the thought.
She bobbed her head, "For as long as you want. I'm yours forever, Y/n."
The two of you ended the day with the longest nap you've ever had. It was the perfect way to end the date.
#principal larissa weems#larissa x reader#larissa weems x reader#larissa x you#larissa weems#larissa weems smut#smut#wednesday#gwendoline christie#mommy
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HC - Cosy days with Julien and reader!
Please note: this is an 18+ blog and RPF! minors do not interact! this is my first post on here so i’m sorry if it’s not the best 😭 my requests are open and i’m hoping to be posting more over the weekend :)
- the days that julien’s free from work are one of the best days. it means sleeping in late with you, making breakfast together and getting to watch tv shows and sappy romantic movies until late in the night.
- julien’s 99.99% of the time is a big spoon. always wrapping her arms around you in a protective manner. either resting her head on your shoulder, pressed up against your back, or you curled into her chest. eithet way, she loves holding you.
- those rare days it might be a day where juliens come down with the flu / is sick and has to take some time off work- she’ll only be the little spoon when under the weather. knowing you’re there with her, she’ll just melt into your chest, holding onto you tightly and not letting go.
- sleeping in till late. i mean 12pm. having used to getting up early for tour, going to the studio, julien likes being able just lay in bed and admire you while you sleep.
- adding onto this ^ julien usually wakes up at 11am so she’ll just lay in silence twirling or playing with your hair while you sleep, head laying on her chest with the sun shining through the curtains.
- making breakfast together listening to the soft music on the radio
- juliens favourite thing to do is wrap her arms around you while you’re cooking and both of you just sway to the soft jazz music in the background
- some days you might go out to a local cafe for breakfast
- both of you arguing to pay for the others food, julien wins of course with a smug grin
- trips to the farmers market
- julien loves to buy flowers for you all the time. usually will buy them when you’re not looking
- always loves to have some soft music playing in the house at all times. whether it be her vinyls or cds.
- cuddling on the couch while she tells story’s of what happened in the studio the other day
- definitely sings you some of the unfinished / unreleased songs she’s working on at the moment
- if it’s summer / spring it means making picnics and going to the beach or to the park
- free days for julien is kinda one of those days where she’s like “i want to do everything in one day, i want to do this with you, that with you etc”
- just wants to relish in the free time she has with you, if it’s as simple as just cuddling on the couch all day or going for a walk through botanical gardens
- usually orders take out in the evening
- starting up netflix to rewatch the sappy romantic love movies you’ve totally not watched more than 5 times
- julien pretending to not be phased by the movie but you can see her getting more intrigued by the movie as it goes on
- “me crying?? no pfft absolutely not. it’s the lighting duh”
- baths together with candle light and a bathbomb
- taking turns in washing each others hair
#pom writes#julien baker x reader#julien baker au#julien baker one shot#julien baker fanfic#julien baker fluff#boygenius au#boygenius fanfic#boygenius one shot#boygenius x reader#julien baker x fem!reader
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Hello, nerds! Welcome to Elmax week! 💜❤️
DATE: from the 28th of August to the 3rd of September but we’ll be accepting submissions up to 3 weeks after the event
RULES
Every work you submit must be tagged as #elmaxweek2023 so that we can see it and reblog it!
Any type of work can be part of the event! Submit everything and anything as long it has to do with our girls! Ofc
This is a romantic Elmax week not platonic. Also try to avoid Elumax, please. Your works can have minor or background relationships but the main pair must be Elmax.
Also please try to keep this SFW but if it isn’t, please tag the post as NSFW and hide it under the cut so that we know!
Avoid smut but if there is, again tag the work as such!
FANFIC PROMPTS:
Roomates AU
Rink-O’-Mania fix it (Max goes to Cali instead of Mike or both go to Cali together)
1930s AU
Hanahaki AU
Post comatose Max
Second Chances
Self discovery journey and coming out
MOODBOARD AND FANART PROMPTS:
Summer days
Sleep overs and night time activities
Shopping and Music
Sports AU
Flowers and nature
Historical AU
Vacation and First Date
PROMPTS FOR EDITS AND GIFS:
First meeting
Spiderman AU
Girl In Red theme
Mileven break up
Will’s monologue played over Elmax scene
Favorite Outfits
Free day
AO3 COLLECTION
El’s Tumblr acc and Arian’s Tumblr acc
We’ll be posting some moodboards to set the mood!
And remember, we make our own rules! 💜❤️
#elmaxweek2023#elmax#elmax fanart#elmax fanfic#elmax nation#elmax supremacy#el hopper byers#eleven hopper#el hopper#jane hopper#max mayfield#lesbian el hopper#bi max mayfield#lesbian max mayfield#stranger things#sapphic#bisexual#lesbian#wlw#sapphic love
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After the Wish - Adrien's side
Hi, everyone! Are you ready for some scene analysis? Like the title says, this post will focus on Adrien's scenes following the Wish.
Before I start though, I am very well aware the ending bring a lot of very passionnated and very opinated minds. This is why I am asking to please keep an open mind and keep things civil. I won't tolerate any bashing or rude comments. Both on this post and in my inbox. Keep in mind this analysis in my own interpretation of the shots and scenes based on my cinematographic knowledge as well as my viewing experience and memory of the 5 seasons of Miraculous.
I am sharing this analysis because I love the show and because analysing helps me better understand what I see.
Also, this is a leak free analysis. I only analyze and make conclusions based on what it is shown to us on-screen.
So, if you are ok with staying respectful and open to see the episode through my lens, you are more than welcome to continue reading.
Without further ado, let's go!
After the whole universe was engulfed by the light of Gabriel's Wish, the white screen fade to a close up of Adrien sleeping. Marinette's head then block the shot temporarily before Adrien awaken, smiling. We can guess she kissed him.
This shot personally reminds me of the fairy tales in which the knight kisses the princess to awake her from her curse. And it isn't coincidental if the very first image we see after Gabriel made the Wish is Adrien. There is meaning in that. In fact, I want to point out the shot choice itself because I find it unusual.
We are facing a tight close up facing directly Adrien while he is sleeping and then awakes. Normally, we are more used to a medium shot which allow to see the character is lying down and frame both characters. The camera is also normally placed on the side and not directly facing one particular character. Again in order to see both actors at the same time. Think of Disney Snow White or Sleeping Beauty for example.
And even in more modern ones.
You know which other character in the show who had their eyes closed, often shown in a frontal angle and who we were anticipating to wake up? Émilie.
Except this isn't Émilie who awakes, but Adrien.
Not only this tight close up gives a lot of importance and relevance to him, but Adrien is so in our face that it feels like nothing around him mattered, not even the kiss Adrien received. What matters is Adrien. Solely him. And Adrien is smiling.
Then the camera starts to expand little to little to unveil Adrien's "new world". In cinema, we are quite used to start a scene is with help of wide shot before cuting to closer shots. Here, it is the other way around. Which confers a sense of mystery to the scene.
The first thing Adrien sees is Marinette, the girl he is in love with, at his side, bathed by the summer sunlight. The light choice hints we got a time ellipse between this moment and the previous scene.
As Adrien rises up we see their friends having fun in what we guess is the Agreste Mansion Garden.
The artists are painting a mural inspired by Delacroix's famous painting Liberty Leading the People where the characters are remplaced by La Résistance members and led by Ms Bustier depicted as Liberty herself. She is leading the youth to freedom, to a better future.
The rest of the class and their allies are playing in the pool or chilling together.
This series of shots show us the Agreste Mansion garden flourishing with life. In the background, the flowers are all in full bloom, the plants cover most of the gray stones of the mansion, garnishing those with vibrant green tones. On-screen people laughing and having fun.
Hawkmoth (Party Crasher) : I don't feel any negative emotions. There's only... Joy? What is going on in my house?!
This series of shots shows how we are at the opposite at how life used to be for Adrien. His friends can come over and party with him. We see members of both his family and found family. Adrien isn't trapped inside his home-prison anymore. He isn't isolated anymore. He is surrounded by people who love and care about him. And Gabriel is absent from the picture.
Like Bug Noire said earlier during this episode, Adrien already had all of that before the Wish. Adrien went to school and made friends on his own. He wanted to have a birthday party at his home (Bubbler). He wanted to hang and have fun with his friends on multiple occasions. But Gabriel was always the biggest obstacle for Adrien to have those moments, those memories.
It is Gabriel who kept his son isolated. Because Gabriel was living in the past and was unable to move on with life while Adrien decided he wanted more in life than being stuck inside a cocoon. And at the end of Revolution, Adrien knew what he wanted :
Adrien : Father, please, I know what I want. Let me live my life here in Paris with Marinette and my friends. Gabriel : You must go through with this like an Agreste. That's what your mother would have wanted. Adrien : No, I'm sure that Mom would have just wanted me to be happy.
And, in the end, Adrien's wish is fulfilled.
One last sidenote before I continue concerns that one shot.
Despite not being in the center of the shot, Nathalie seems to be doing better than the last time we saw her. She has a least more colors and has gained her red streak of hair back. Her pose however seems... limited. Maybe her body is still weak from the illness afflicting her. Maybe it is due to budget constraint. Or maybe it is both. And remember what Bug Noire said to Gabriel at the end of their fight : she estimated Nathalie had only a few hours left. And we are weeks from now. Either Bug Noire was wrong in her prognostic or Nathalie survived.
Émilie : Adrien will be well surrounded. He'll have you Nathalie, and he'll have his father, if Gabriel agrees to give up on his madness... and on me. Adrien will have all the love he needs to be happy.
Anyway, the group pauses their activities to watch a new show called "Monde Nouveau" (litteraly "New World") and hosted by Alec.
Alec as we know, has changed to become an icon about being yourself and making your dream come true. And him being the host of that new show instead of a character like Nadja, means that we are looking at an happy and positive vision of things.
He interviews Caline Bustier, now both Mayor of Paris and mother of a girl named Harmonie. She shares her program for a better future to us, the audience.
As she talks about her eco-rules, we see sketches supporting her vision. At the bottom right, we recognize the Tsurugi company logo, but next to it there is a new one we haven't seen before.
Next, we see an unveiling of the statue of Gabriel Agreste, which confirms that Gabriel has died. His statue is made of recycled Alliances put out of commission after Monarch's last attack.
Gabriel's statue is his entire height. Gabriel was already a tall character when he was living and his statue is even taller than him. His chin is up, proud. It is almost like he is superior, looking up like that. The camera slight low angle also contributes to this impression I have. Also, he holds a pencil like the designer he is.
Tomoe : Beyond the visionary entrepreneur and the genius creator, it's the hero we celebrate today.
This is how the Parisians in-universe see him. They are unaware of Gabriel's secret identity. They are unaware of the truth. They only know of the image the professional him gave away and they believed he died in an attempt to stop Monarch.
I want to point out the fact Gabriel's statue is made of Alliances. The very tool he uses to try and defeat Ladybug and Chat Noir. He turned Adrien and Kagami's image into avatar for this product against their will to sell both the Alliances and an illusion. He deformed the truth with their avatars by presenting them as a couple (Revelation), or make deepfakes out of them (Representation and Conformation). Now, Gabriel's statue, his image, is made of the very same tool he used. And the Alliances, despite being put out of commission, still contribute to blur the line of what is truth and what is false in regards of his character to the masses.
With this statue made of Alliances, the parisians are honoring the "perfect" and "pure" image they have of Gabriel. I cannot help but think that this huge statue is bound to create great shadows. And even if the real Gabriel is gone, something of him remains and will continue to have an impact.
Tomoe then talks about continuing Gabriel's legacy. To us, the audience, those words have an ominous double meaning as Tomoe was Gabriel's ally until the end and helped him in many of his schemes. And she confirms she will continue that work.
Caline then gets to talk about her new school model which pleases very much everybody as they cheer all together. It will allows Marinette, Adrien and all their friends to remain together while allowing them to explore and grow in the field that please them respectfully.
Then we cut the the sun setting as the cheers are fading away. It is the end of the day and everyone has gone home.
Adrien is now alone in the garden where his mother's statue used to be. White butterflies are flying around. Marinette joins him as he is fidgeting with his parents' twin ring.
Marinette : You are not wearing it? Adrien : When Ladybug gave it to me, she told me how my father helped her defeat Monarch. At the risk of his life.
With this, we know that Ladybug granted Gabriel's dying wish.
Gabriel : Marinette. Make sure that Adrien never knows about the villain that I was, but instead, that he remembers the times I tried to be a good father.
Was it Marinette's place to accept that burden to cover the truth? To acquiesce to her archenemy's demand? Of course not, but that is how kind she is and how flawed she can be. For Adrien's happiness, Maribug is willing to do so. We, as the audience, know it can only last so long the secret is sealed. And no one among Gabriel, Marinette, Nathalie, Félix, Kagami nor Plagg is aware the secret was already breached outside the family circle.
But for the time being, everyone who knows will keep the fact that Gabriel was Monarch a secret.
But even without the truth, Adrien is conflicted about his feelings towards his father. We see that as Adrien answers Marinette's question, he leans a bit towards her, but there is no contact. His eyes are fixated on the ring. Adrien is distant and inside a bubble of doubt about himself. There is a weight, a legacy, he associates with that family ring that he is not sure if he can bear.
Adrien : I don't know if I'll ever manage to be like him.
It is only when Marinette puts her hands on his, covering the ring and the expectations that come with it, that Adrien finally look at her, brought back to here and now. Marinette reassures Adrien he doesn't need to be like his father. Adrien can just be himself, without having to live up to any expectations placed upon him.
Marinette then proceeds in slips the ring on his finger. Adrien is free and in control of who he wants to be, of what he wants to do, no matter his background. The past doesn't matter anymore. He can just focus on what is ahead of him.
In this short shot reverse shot, we see a bit of Marinette's head in Adrien's shot, however in Marinette's reverse shot, she is framed alone.
This bit has of a shift in the discussion. Marinette made contact with Adrien, entering his "bubble". She has established a connection in their discussion. Her words are reaching him and moving him.
Adrien : You always find the right words, Marinette. When I'm with you, I feel so... free!
And now they are in synch. Both say "I love you" to the other at the same time, which make them laugh. And Adrien wraps Marinette's hand as if he never wants to let her go. As if he will protect and cherish her with all his might. She makes him that happy.
As the white butterflies illustrate, there is no negative emotions around. Only pure hapiness. Only love. And they are kissing where Émilie's statue used to be.
Émilie's message in Collusion : Adrien shouldn't have to suffer the consequences of our mistakes. Our little prince has the right to create his own vision of happiness.
In other words, Monarch did not win. Émilie won. Gabriel has used the Wish, yes, but his wish was different than the one he wanted to make for 5 seasons. And it is not unusual for Gabriel to do everything in his power to grant any of Émilie's wishes. And her final wishes were : for Gabriel to let go of his madness, to not bring her back, and for Adrien to be happy.
And the ghost of Émilie can now rest in peace and stop haunting these walls. And Adrien can fully love Marinette the way he wants without any obstacle in the way anymore.
And all points to the Power of Love has ultimately won. Even the most important characters in those scene all have a link related to love.
Adrien was created by love. Ms Bustier promotes love as one of her teachings and she was akumatized twice out of that very emotion (spread love, protect the children's future). And she got elected as Mayor. Alec who interviews Ms Bustier is also another character who is now full of love and care. And Marinette fought for love. Even the Agreste Mansion Garden is associated to love. Gabriel and Émilie got a scene there during Evolution. Marinette and Adrien got a romantic date there as well. Heck, this is even where Nathalie shares she was ready to help Gabriel out of love.
Love may falter or even fades away for a time, but right now, in Adrien's scenes, love is fully blooming.
Back to the scene, as Marinette and Adrien kiss, the camera zoom out at the shot crossfades, giving the impression their kiss is everlasting. And ultimately fades to white...
... before the white suddenly cut to Nadja Chamack's news report where she interviews Professor Du Bocquale about the international event that had happened.
Using both the news reporter and the scientific, we transitioned to Marinette's Guardian of the Miraculous pov. The sentimentality and dream life is over, it is time to get back to the facts and reality. The Happy Ever After is not quite accomplish yet.
And that will be developped in second eventual part because I am reaching the limit of images allowed in one single Tumblr post ^^;
Anyway, thank you for reading this far and stay tuned!
#miraculous ladybug#ml season 5#ml s5 spoilers#ml spoilers#ml s5 finale#ml s5 finale spoilers#ml the last day#ml re-creation#ml s5ep26#ml analysis
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jj maybank x male!oc
MIDSUMMERS
synopsis: jj and male!oc in a secret relationship at midsummers.
The midsummer night's air was thick with anticipation and the scent of blooming flowers. Laughter and music filled the Cameron estate, where the annual Midsummers party was in full swing. Amid the elegant crowd, hidden from prying eyes, JJ Maybank and Miles found solace in the garden, the distant glow of lanterns casting a soft light on their secret meeting place.
Rain began to fall, a gentle drizzle that quickly grew into a steady shower, but they didn't care. JJ, with his usual smirk, grabbed Miles's hand, pulling him into an impromptu dance under the large oak tree. The raindrops cooled the summer heat as they twirled together, shoes squelching in the wet grass.
"Why do we always have to hide?" Miles murmured, his voice barely audible over the rain. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, eyes searching JJ's for answers.
JJ's expression softened, a rare vulnerability showing through. "Because," he sighed, pulling Miles closer, "it's the only way to keep what we have safe. For now."
The world outside their bubble was a harsh one, full of judgment and expectations, but here, in this stolen moment, they were free. JJ's arms wrapped around Miles, the two swaying gently as the rain fell around them, the sound of distant laughter fading into the background.
"I wish we could do this in front of everyone," Miles whispered, resting his forehead against JJ's. The longing in his voice matched the ache in JJ's heart.
"One day," JJ promised, pressing a soft kiss to Miles's temple. "One day, it'll just be us and the rain won't be the only thing falling."
They stood there, drenched but uncaring, clinging to each other in a world that could never understand. The night, the rain, and their secret love held them together, as they danced away from the crowd, dreaming of a time when they could be together openly, without fear.
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can u write nsfw headcannons for peter quill please (possibly with size kink because with how big he is, it would be a crime for him not to have one)
is so fucking horny like almost all of the time and loves to fuck any and everywhere. not just because he's quill and horny, but also because he's quill and horny specifically for you. cannot get enough of you. truly.
declares spring/summer as his favorite season because that's when you show more skin and spend more time outside. which gives him more of a chance to fuck you in skirts and dresses and in fields of flowers.
a hand on u at all times, leading to his hands sliding between your thighs. sometimes he just cups your mound, sometimes he just rubs his palm along, and sometimes his fingers are working you open and up to an orgasm.
has sex to music as we all know. doesn't rlly sing/hum the lyrics unless it's a slower night, and he's thrusting into you at a steady, slow pace and he'll just slightly hum the lyrics but pretends he didn't do such a thing if you mention it. ("did you just start singing?" "...no")
possibly into documenting sex with you. there's a day when he's feeling extra filthy, brought upon by the alcohol in his system and yours, and he just sits his cock along your mound, getting an image of how how deep he will be in you in hopefully a few seconds. and he's teasing, making fun of the size difference, alluding to the possibility of not fitting when you both know that he always does. but instead of grabbing himself by the base and pushing in, he leans over just a bit to grab the discarded polaroid from earlier (whenever he claimed you looked beautiful and he demanded to snap a few pictures of you) and it's held above your body. you can barely ward him off (pitiful little words of "peter, are you sure?" "maybe you shouldn't") but you aren't fighting that much because your legs open a little more even though your hands cover your face just before the snap! of the camera sounds over the soft music playing in the background.
there's also a time when you're both on vacation, housed up in a beautiful hotel room, and your phone is propped up on the bed frame, facing you and peter while you ride him. he has the device held in his hand soon enough, free hand roaming your body while the camera tilts slightly off frame as he loses himself in it.
loves when you wear his shirts around and barely even complains if you cut the neckline off (barely complains) because you look so good, to the point where he's pulling you down into his lap when you try to walk across him while he's watching tv, in nothing but one of his shirts that touches the top of your thighs.
also loves when you ride him. his hands on your hips, eyes watching your everything since the positions gives him such a good view. especially loves to watch your tits bounce while you ride him, and he likes to watch your face scrunch up when he grips your hips, forcibly holding you down until you squirm and fight back and borderline cry for what you want.
he can be cruel in that way, but he has the biggest soft spot for you and he can barely see you not get what you want. even if he makes you beg for it, he'll eventually give you what you want. which, sometimes is a little too much because he likes the way your nails scratch at his biceps and back when you're overstimulated.
#peter quill x reader#peter quill x you#peter quill smut#peter quill#celeste writes mcu#guardians of the galaxy
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THE CLIFFS were Athena’s favourite place to be, other than at home with her family and with her plants. Up here, with the wind in her hair, the smell of the salty sea getting up her nose, and with the incredible view of the water stretching for miles, it was hard not to love it. She felt untethered to society here, free as the gulls that soared above her, but it made her aware that the was world incredibly large.
Athena traversed the path along the Cliffs, knowing she could do this with her eyes closed and not be feared of taking a misstep, and observed the scatterings of clover, yellow wild indigo, and other wild flowers. She loved the variety of flora up here and remembered it being the spot she would come to when she wanted to make little bouquets for Lillian.
She knew these cliffs like the back of her hand, so when she saw a large box beside a moss-covered boulder she froze. This was weird, even for someone like Athena. Especially when she saw the initials A.V.L. monogrammed on the lid.
The box was like a treasure chest, made of dark wood with scuffed gold hinges and trim along the edges, and standing on wide gold feet that were slightly wedged into the earth. Ivy had creeped around the box like a chain protecting its contents and almost covered the chunky padlock that hung on the front.
Athena recognised it immediately. It was the box she kept in the shadows of her wardrobe, a container for the memories of a period of time she longed to return to. She approached and kneeled down, reaching for the padlock. It took some effort to shimmy it from the latch, but when the lid was opened a wave of nostalgia and nausea came over Athena when she saw what was inside.
All of the letters she had received from David had been neatly stacked and wrapped in a royal blue ribbon. On the top letter she could see her name written in his immaculate hand and traced it with the tip of her finger, imagining him smiling as he drew the pen across the envelope. But he couldn’t have been the happy if he stopped writing with no warning. Nothing would ever convince Athena to open the letters and reread what was there. It was all too romantic, too pure, and felt too much like one big lie.
There were also half-ripped tickets from several cinema and theatre showings, pressed buttercups and daisies weaved into a flower crown, a small collection of white and pale pink shells, pebbles of various shapes, and stuffed right at the bottom were several photographs printed on quality glossy card. Each of them with dates on the back accompanied by doodles of hearts, all in Athena’s meticulous handwriting.
The first photograph was of Athena by herself, donning her most beautiful summer dress- white, knee length, with tiny cherry blossoms dashed across the skirt- with the glittering ocean in the background. A wide smile was spread across her face, her golden hair windswept, and in her hand was a single red rose. She felt sick to her stomach when she saw it, painfully reminded that this photo was taken on what she considered to be the happiest day of her life.
The second photograph was taken on the same day when a kind elderly lady offered to snap a picture of Athena and David together. His arm was around her shoulder, hers around his waist, both smiling softly as they stood against the backdrop of the beach. Staring at the photo, she could imagine the warmth of his touch and how safe, how joyous, she was in that moment.
She felt her hands and lip tremble, a lump rise in her throat, and tears beginning to blur her vision. Athena had never been happier than when she was with David, but he had broke the heart that she had kept protected for so long out of fear that something would go wrong. Of course it would go wrong. Athena should have expected it. She was weird, quiet, stubborn, sensitive, and talked to her plants like it was no big deal. Why, or how, could anybody really love her?
The tidal wave of emotion eventually began to calm and after a moment Athena stared, puzzled, at the box. Everything in it, except the letters, had been burned. She had put the items on a fire in the Landry home’s back garden and watched them turn to ashes. She was sure of this. So how could those items be in tact? How?
Well, if fire couldn’t destroy them, then they could could be locked away again, tossed into the ocean below, and find a new home in the dark depths of the water with nothing but seaweed and jagged rocks for company. She wanted to forget everything that had been crammed inside the box; she never wanted to return to that life. It was too painful and she was a completely different person- a fragment of what she was now.
Athena Landry was not allowed to be happy. She was not allowed love. She was destined to be alone, alone as this godforsaken box would be when it found itself lost to the ocean and lost to time.
But she never remembered throwing it over the cliff. She never remembered retreating home and locking herself in her room. But those dredges of faded memories sure as hell felt real. That was a feeling Athena never would forget, whether in reality or in dreams. It was a scar too big and too stark on her soul.
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Free Bee – summer mood is flying
It is going on a development of videogame about a bee. Funny, good and kind little game. It is programming with programming language Free Basic and editor GVim. In this game everything is rather simple. You are fly forward. As game runner. You are play as a bee. Bee is flying with some funny joyful mood. Excellent mood. Game is for excellent positive mood.
You are just fly as a bee and collect fruits. And you need to avoid another birds, bugs. 1 type of enemy – it is, simply, bug, that fly in your direction. Game is like runner. And several levels. From something interesting – all looks funny! And bee. And fruits and a bug. Bug is, simply, fly towards you by his own line. Just avoid to crash into him, and that’s all. And, just fly forward.
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You can free move along the screen with arrows. And that’s all. There is no shooting here. Only moves by screen. And you are something like, you are flying. That’s why all objects are in movement. And you can add to this - you are move at the screen.
So, something more interesting – it is two episodes. Something like that. First - it is day. Second – it is evening. Several backgrounds.
And idea for this game - it was with me for a long time. I was sitting at my chair, one day. And I was eating orange, or mandarin. And it has a sticker. With a picture of a bee. I like that sticker a lot. And I put this ticker at the table near my computer. And, from time to time, I look at this bee. And, one day it came an idea into my head – to make a computer game about a bee. Which just fly at the background of a bright sky. And collects fruits. Like a runner. You fly – and think about nothing!
Similar story is about a little picture of orange. It is also a sticker which was put on orange. Which I eat. I was sitting at the computer and think about something. Something like small round sticker for orange. Label. Maybe it is a symbol of a firm, which makes this oranges or some else to mean. But they can be bright and colorful. I like to watch them a lot! So, part of idea it was already done!
It is so nice, that bee lives like that and it is possible to make a game about a bee! Bee is flying and everything is so good here. Just like this game about your summer memories. How good it is to ride with bicycle. To sit at the grass and drink a tea. To look at plants, flowers. Little sun. Everything is so green. Lots of insects are singing their songs. Amazing time.
Lots lots of summer mood with this game. And bee. Which is flying. And, I almost forget! This is a game about a good and kind animals. Little animals. Game is about my friends. Good and kind animals - it is a big standalone theme for me. You know, mole, hedgehog, bunny and different other friends!
Control ingame is simple. You are moving by screen with arrows. And screen is moving by itself, also. So, this means you are something like flying all the time. And to your direction, towards you - fruits, and other bugs are flying.
Interesting theme, personally for me – it is a thing, that I use sprites for the first time. For development with Basic. I upload prepared pictures. To draw - I train several times a week. That’s why, with a great fun I draw little bee. Sky, fruits and a bug. Bug, which fly towards you. Do not crash into him. And all of these - it is all the graphics in game. Every time it happens something new with Basic. I get to know something new and interesting!
And, this is a game with game resolution 800 x 600! Usually, I do something like 320 x 200. And, here I use sprites with size 64 x 64. And, something like that about a game resolution! Wow!
Game has a title Free Bee – because I do programming it with programming language Free Bee. I get this title at once. It is, someway, to reflect programming language. And, also, it is a game about a little bee. It is so lucky to make this name!
Once again, a more plus – it is, that I do programming everything with Free Basic and editor GVim.
Now, game is programed in main. So, all game menus, levels. At first look, there is everything. Sprites. But, I need to calibrate game process.
Little bee is flying! Have a nice Basic day!
This game will be released in terms of new version Basic Pascal Pack games. This game and some more games will be in a new version Basic Pascal Pack. As soon as I will have several complete games. All of them will to be in a new version Basic Pascal Pack. And a new version Basic Pascal Pack will be published for download.
Basic Pascal pack - whole pack of games and programes, written with basic and pascal. It is retro. With each game and program there is a page at author`s website. There are aditional information, descriptions, pictures, arts.
Basic Pascal: http://www.dimalink.tv-games.ru/packs/basicpascal/index_eng.html
Itchio: https://dimalink.itch.io/basic-pascal Website: http://www.dimalink.tv-games.ru/home_eng.html
#retro game#qbasic#free basic#retro programming#bee#summer#sunny#positive#orange#mandarin#sky#blue sky#bug#insect#fruit#runner#arcade#side scroller#80s#8 bit computers#8 bit#ms dos#garden#village#countryside#good and kind animals#little animals#Youtube
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Flower picking
(Background and flowers are free assets on Ibis Paint, named Summer Night Sky and Spring Flowers)
I just wanna see Daki do the stuff she probably didn’t get to do as Ume 😭 just normal little girl stuff
Sketch and midway
#demon slayer#demon slayer fanart#kimetsu no yaiba#kimetsu no yaiba fanart#daki demon slayer#kny daki#daki shabana
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Well, it's summer and we've been making zines, and then totally forgetting to post them here! Here's one of Xalli's called I WANT!
[Image Description: The cover page of this eight-page mini zine has a watercolor painting of an anatomical heart in the background, painted with a mix of different reds and lineart done in black, brown, and white. The letters I, W, A, N, T, and an exclamation mark are in front of the heart, spelling the title I WANT!
The first page has a black background, with the dissected nervous system of Harriet Cole centered in the middle. The following text in white wraps around it: ‘TO FEEL MORE ALIVE THAN THIS! LESS ALIVE? TO WAKE UP-- COOL, DRY DESERT AIR ON MY SKIN-- & BREATHE IN ITS BLESSING & KNOW ITS GOODNESS. FOR MY BODY TO BE FREE OF THE FEAR THAT CAGES IT-- KEEPS ITS COLLAR ON TIGHT & MAKES THE SKIN RAWER & REDDER EACH DAY. I NEED TO KNOW & LOVE MY BODY DEEPLY. MY GUT CANNOT JUST FALL APART, TEARING ITSELF ASUNDER WITH HUNGER WHEN MY STRESS EMPTIES IT. WHEN MY HEART IS SO WEARY MY BODY FEELS IT HAS NO CHOICE-- STOP OR BE STOPPED. WHEN I THINK IT MUST BE TAKING ITSELF APART, WITH ALL ITS PAIN. I NEED A MORE CONNECTED SELF. I MUST LIVE FULLY.’
The second page has a white background and is covered in photos of different colored pressed flowers– one pink, one purple, one light yellow and purple, one dark blue and white, one yellow, and two orange. laid over the flowers, mostly filling the space between them, is the text ‘TO BLOOM IN THIS BODY, OR MAYBE JUST FIND SOME SOLACE IN IT-- THE OLD ATLAS-- EVEN IF I FEEL PINNED DOWN-- ABSORBING WHAT IT OFFERS AND GIVING PART OF MYSELF IN RETURN.’
The third page has a white background and, in the top right corner, an odd drawing of a pomegranate that’s sort of blooming still on the tree– its tough skin peeled back to reveal seeds. In the bottom left corner, there’s a sort of abstract and wavy drawing of a sun in pink and orange. The text on the page is a dark red/pink and squeezes between the two images, saying ‘to return to a more passionate state of living-- to be in love with everything around me. to feel my love hit me like a landslide– filling and overflowing. for it to settle, shift, change until it’s a part of me. maybe, to see the sun and smile; feel its heat on my cheeks, and know that i am a cup full of so much.’
The fourth page has a white background and, in the bottom right corner, two images. One is of a little statue of a small bull that is metal and colored turquoise in many spots titled ‘Toro bebé’ by Heriberto Juarez. On the right of it is an image of a sword with the blade pointing toward the top of the page. Filling the rest of the page is text in a dark teal-green color that says ‘to feel strong-- heavyset and sturdy like an old bull, like a creature who knows itself stronger than the hunter. to feel the blade on my skin and be unafraid. to feel like a mother bear, protector, calm & loving fiercely, prepared. to be a man who takes a sword in my hand and never uses it. a woman who holds you close & lets you be weak. to be strong.’
The fifth and sixth page are a single spread, most of which is taken up by the piece ‘Knight at the Crossroads’ by Victor Vasnetsov. It depicts a knight with a shield on his back and a long spear sitting on the back of a white horse that has its head bowed, both looking at a grave. Around the grave, there is an animal and human skull, other graves with crows or ravens on them, and a crow or raven flying. Grass extends into the distance, with more graves here and there, and the sky seems like it’s likely dawn. On either side of the painting, there are images of pressed flowers– one looking somewhat like pink lavender, and the other with several bunches of small flowers on a stem. The top of the page has a dark brown background that blends into the border around the painting, and a light yellow text on it that says the following: ‘to feel strong like a man heavy with grief, knowing he can only move forward. to be strong-- so soft, loving, despite it all. to breathe in the fragrance of a flower and feel at peace. to not need to be cold to survive. to feel at home in my body, self, world-- know that this is strength.’
The last page starts with just a list of credits at the top, saying ‘Credit for non-open access sources: 1. Nervous system of Harriet Cole, dissected by Dr. Rufus B. Weaver 2. “Toro bebé” Heriberto Juárez 3. “Knight at the Crossroads” Victor Vasnetsov.’ Underneath that, there’s a dotted line, and below that, the text ‘thanks so much for reading!’, ‘by Xalli’, and ‘jun 29, 2024’, and next to those is pixel art of a yellow crescent moon. Near the bottom of the page, there’s more pixel art of two personified hearts, leaning against each other and snoring, with little hearts floating away from them. Wrapped around this image is text that says ‘insta: desertfirelight’, tumblr: canineical’, and ‘neocities: tehuan’. /End ID]
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