#hmmm gonna tag just to be safe

[sallysellsseashellssundays]

I'm losing all my senses every night Darlin', don't you know that I die every night for you? And I don't want to want somebody new Darlin', don't you know that I die every night for you? I cry for you

Ok so I’m going to keep practicing with making and editing gifs, this set was inspired by four different things... 

1.) @docharmoni  reminded me how much I love the moment when the TARDIS interface shows him Rose.

2.) Die for you by Léon is a song I’ve associated with DoctorxRose since I heard it, honestly quite a few of her songs I associate with them haha. I really wanted to make gifs for the lyrics << I say, "Couldn't we just have one more before we go?” Don't wanna go >> b/c to me that’s Ten seeing Rose right before he regenerates but alas I was also trying to stick with an ElevenxRose theme.

3.) @jacks-the-flower  your recent post about Eleven “wanting to be the man the love of his lives chose” had me in my feels and it was in the back of my mind as I made this. I could see the Doctor being happy for Rose getting to be with Tentoo as he could grow old with her, but on the down low still a bit bitter about it 🤣 🤣

4.) I just love the idea of Eleven and Rose so much lol

[toppersjeep]

Let Me Go(Charles Leclerc)

Masterlist

mini series

summary: Nova Riccardo is the younger sister of Daniel. Nova is a race engineer at Ferrari she joined around the same time as Charles. Nova and Charles have been close friends for a long time. Most would think they are together but nobody knows if they are.But they have secretly been together for a while.However Nova feels as if she isn’t being treated well at Ferrari. So she decides to look at other options. But her decision might not go so well with Charles…

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(tw//:loss of baby, swearing)

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novariccardo✔️

apparently Charles thinks he’s the engineer now?? so does this make me the driver of his car??

- tagged charlesleclerc

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carlossainz55✔️: I would assume so nova 😀

ferrai✔️: hmmmmmm do we get nov ric on the track now??

danielricciardo✔️: this is a scary thought not Charles being the engineer but nova in an F1 car 😅

novaricciardo✔️: danielricciardo let me cook Daniel let me cook in peace

landonorris✔️: clear the track mates novas gonna cook on it 🕺🏽

novaricciardo✔️: landonorris this is why your my best mate thank you sir

lilymhe✔️: I think yes

charlesleclerc✔️: I mean I guess so can you drive ?? cause I have no idea how to engineer so

novaricciardo✔️: charlesleclerc I can drive duh Charles… that sucks for you not knowing how to engineer stay safe 🫡

charlesleclerc✔️: novaricciardo so this isn’t gonna work out then because how will you drive a car with no engineer 😔

novaricciardo✔️: charlesleclerc ummmm obviously I will do both sir. but I fear your a better driver so I’ll take my job back now 😀

charlesleclerc✔️: novaricciardo thank god I can not be an engineer anymore

charlesfan: the way he’s looking at nova behind the camera 😭

novxchar: they are flirting in the comments again 🤨

netflix✔️: get someone to look at you the way Charles looks at Nov 🥹

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Nova’s POV

“What” I said looking at Charles as he smiled. “Oh nothing just laughing at the fans comments” Charles said looking at his phone. “You truly are something” I said. “What imagine me doing your job” Charles said I laughed. “Haha I went to school for mine good luck” I said.

“Hey I kinda went to school or well training” Charles said. “Okay fair but you doing my job scares me” I said. “Fair.. I can say the same you behind the wheel of a F1 car scares me” Charles said. “Well that’s how I feel everyday with you” I said. “I know what I’m doing” Charles said.

“Yeah I know that I just worry” I said. “So she cares about me” Charles said I rolled my eyes. “I have a heart you know” I said. “Oh really” Charles said sarcastically. “Keep it up and I’ll go be Carlos’s engineer” I said. “You wouldn’t” Charles said I laughed.

“What am I gonna do with you” I said. “I don’t know” Charles said looking at me. I then took his Ferrari hat and put it on my head. He smiled and took my picture. “Hey that’s gonna cost you” I said. “Oh so we are charging for pics now” Charles said. “Yep pay up” I said holding my hand out.

“Pay up hmm” Charles said pulling me into a kiss. “You are so annoying” I said looking into his eyes. “But I know you love it” Charles said. I pushed his face away gently. “Shush” I said. “So what are you doing later tonight” Charles said.

“I have no plans” I said. “Really your boyfriend isn’t doing anything with you” Charles said. “No.. but he’ll probably annoy me” I said. “I’m sure he will” Charles said. “Why what do you wanna do” I said. “Wanna come over later” Charles said. “Hmmm I guess I could” I said. “You had no choice I drove you here” Charles said as he kissed my cheek as he got up.

“Do you want your hat back” I said. “It’s fine love I just gotta do a couple interviews” Charles said. “You sure” I said. “Mmmh it’s fine” Charles said I kissed him. “Okay good” I said. “I’ll see you afterwards” Charles said.

I watched as he did a couple interviews. Of course they’d ask more personal questions too. Rather than the car or our team. But we both knew we wanted our relationship a secret. Plus everyone just thought we were best friends. Which we were but behind the scenes it was more.

“So Charles is there anyone special in your life” the interviewer asked. I stood behind them. “Yeah.. I’d say so” Charles said with a smile. “What’s she like” the interviewer asked. “She’s… incredibly perfect in every single way” Charles said.

“I really … well this is a bit awkward I don’t really talk about her much in front of cameras” Charles said. I looked at him and smiled. “It’s alright she must be pretty special” the interviewer said. “She is very special to me” Charles said.

Later..

Charles and I walked to his car. We both got in and he drove back to his apartment. We finally made it up to his apartment.

“I’m so tired” I said laying on the couch as soon as we walked in the door. “What if I wanted to show you something” Charles said. “I’m sleeping” I said jokingly. “Sure you are” Charles said. “Alright what” I said. “Come” Charles said taking my hand.

He then lead me to his piano. We both sat down on the bench. “Okay char what” I said. “I just wanna play you something” Charles said as he started to play the piano. I rested my head on his shoulder as he played. He looked at me and smiled then continued to play.

“It’s very beautiful” I said. “You think so” Charles said. “Yeah it’s pretty” I said. “I uhhh wrote it for you” Charles said I smiled. “Oh” I said. “Is that weird or” Charles asked. “No” I said kissing him. “Oh so I have to write you song to get kisses” Charles said.

“You just have to ask” I said. “You.. doing okay recently with everything” Charles asked. “I’m alright Cha” I said. “You know we can talk about it” Charles said. “I don’t want to” I said sitting on the couch. “My love we have to eventually you know” Charles said sitting beside me.

“I know” I said. “Hey” he said hugging me. “It’s just difficult” I said. “I know it is difficult harder on you I imagine” Charles said. “Well it’s not easy losing a baby at all” I said. “Maybe down the road it will work out” Charles said.

“I just.. I guess I was excited even though it wasn’t planned” I said. “Nov me too but it’s alright these things happen” Charles said. “Yeah” I said. “I love you just don’t blame you self” he said kissing my cheek. “I love you more” I said.

“Enough sadness for now” Charles said. “Do you wanna go for a late night stroll by the water” I said. “That sounds lovely and we can go to your favorite bakery” Charles said.

“I’m in” I said.

[tokuvivor]

Duckverse June Week 1: Happy Birthday to the Duck Twins and Daisy

Round 2 of Duckverse June is now under way! (@duckversejune2024) Once again, I promise that @secret-tester, @queer-in-a-cornfield, and I will do the best we can as your hosts. That, of course, doesn’t mean we’re not gonna do the prompts ourselves, though.

So to that end, for Week 1, I give you…

The Perfect Cake

“No. No. No. Oh, gosh, that’s extravagant. No. No. Definitely not.”

Donald was feeling anxious. His, Della’s, and Daisy’s birthdays were all coming up. And within two days of each other, no less.

He and Della were planning a day out for their birthday, just the two of them, before celebrating with their family. As for Daisy, he wanted to take her out to dinner. Beyond that, he wanted to make her a cake. But even looking through the cookbooks at the mansion, he still didn’t think he’d found what he was looking for.

“Uncle Donald? What are you doing?”

Donald whirled around to find Huey standing behind him.

“Oh. Hi, Huey,” Donald greeted his oldest nephew. “I want to make a cake for Daisy’s birthday, but it’s so hard to choose what kind to make.”

“Hmmm…” Huey pondered, tapping his chin. “Does Aunt Daisy have a particular kind of cake she’d like?”

“Not really, no,” Donald lamented. “She has her favorites, but when I asked her what kind she wanted, she told me to surprise her. So it could be anything! What am I going to do, Huey?”

“Okay,” Huey answered. “First thing, Uncle Donald. Take a deep breath.”

Donald breathed gradually, calming himself down.

“Good,” Huey continued. “Second, you’ve totally got this! You could make Aunt Daisy literally any cake in the world, and she would love it because you made it for her. You’re a very romantic guy; no matter how you make the cake, the most important ingredient is heart.”

“Heart,” Donald repeated.

Wait. Heart. Donald suddenly thought back to that one time he brought Daisy over for a date on the houseboat (the one that Storkules third wheeled on). He had made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the shape of hearts. That was brilliant, actually.

“Heart! Huey, you just gave me a great idea!” Donald gave the boy a quick hug, and rushed back into the kitchen.

Huey was surprised. What could he have said that got the gears in Uncle Donald’s head turning so quickly?

“I did?” he called out, confused.

Donald hadn’t found anything in any of the books for a peanut butter and jelly cake, but he could look on his phone. He saved the link, just to be safe, looked for the ingredients, and then got to work.

He made the cake, and while each of the layers were baking, he set to work on the frosting and ganache.

Della soon wandered into the kitchen. “Hey, bro, what smells so good? Ooh, peanut butter,” she remarked, swiping a finger through the frosting.

“Hey!” Donald exclaimed.

“I’m surprised you didn’t anticipate for me, Donald,” laughed Della.

“Old habits die hard, I guess,” groaned Donald. “Anyway, if you must know, this cake is for Daisy’s birthday.”

“Oh,” Della replied. “Ohhh. Like your first date on the houseboat.”

“Precisely,” Donald answered.

Della put her hands to her heart. “That’s really thoughtful, Donald. I’m sure she’s gonna love it.”

“Thanks,” Donald replied. “I’m glad to see it has your seal of approval,” he added while noticing a bit of frosting still at the corner of Della’s bill.

“Also,” Della continued, “I wanted to confirm if you booked us for laser tag already.”

“Don’t worry,” reassured Donald. “I’ve got it all taken care of. Sunday is all about you and me. The itinerary is good to go.”

“Great,” Della answered back. “Ooh, I can’t wait! Okay, you’ve got Daisy’s cake to knock out, so I’ll leave you to it.” And she gave Donald finger guns as she reversed back out of the kitchen.

Donald shook his head and laughed. Della was a pain in the tail feathers, but he could always count on her as his biggest supporter when it came to Daisy.

It was Friday. Daisy’s birthday. She had to work for most of the day, but Donald took her out to dinner at a nice restaurant, while May and June were sleeping over with Webby.

Donald was anxious. He hoped that Daisy would like the cake. Daisy, on the other hand, was rather excited. She couldn’t wait to see what Donald had come up with for her birthday!

When they got back home, they made their way to the kitchen, where Daisy sat down at the table, while Donald took the cake out of the fridge. Daisy was practically on the edge of her seat.

“Alright,” Donald announced, removing the cover from the plate. “And…voilà!”

Daisy gasped. It was a very lovely cake, decorated with a rich peanut butter frosting, and garnished with two strawberries, with the words “Happy Birthday Daisy” written on it in pink writer’s icing.

“Do you like it?” Donald asked.

“Like it? I…I love it,” Daisy proclaimed. “The piping work you did is impeccable. What exactly is it?”

“Peanut butter cake, peanut butter frosting, and strawberry jam ganache,” listed off Donald.

“Why, I-like our first date,” Daisy gasped.

Donald nodded, a proud grin on his face.

Tears welled up in Daisy’s eyes. “How exactly did you come up with it?”

“Well, it wasn’t all me,” admitted Donald. “It was Huey that gave me the brain spark, and I just went from there.”

Daisy grabbed Donald’s face and kissed him appreciatively. “Oh, Donald,” she whispered. “It’s lovely. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, my love,” Donald replied. “Now, why don’t I get some candles, and then we can eat?”

Daisy nodded. And so, after Donald got a good picture of the cake, as well as of Daisy blowing out her candles, he cut into it, and then he gave a piece to Daisy.

Now Daisy could get a good look at the inside of the cake. Of the three layers, the two on the inside were frosted directly on top, and then had the strawberry ganache added on.

She took a bite. Perfect. The cake was nice and moist, and the frosting wasn’t too overly sweet.

“Delicious,” she said to Donald.

“I’m glad you like it,” Donald beamed.

“Now go on, try it,” Daisy urged. “The master chef needs to sample his handiwork.”

Donald blushed, and carved out a slice for himself.

‘Ooh, yum-yum-yum-yum-yum-yum-yum,’ he thought. Now that was some good cake.

[skyechild]

Sweet Dream pt.1

𖤐 pairing: Jeonghan x GN!reader

𖤐 genre: fluff

𖤐 warnings:

𖤐 wc: 600+

𖤐trope/au/kinks: road trip, non idol au

𖤐 summary:  Jeonghan was usually full of surprises, this time you were the one to surprise him. An idea for you both to go on an abrupt road trip to celebrate your 3rd valentines day together. After all, Jeonghan would be your one and only valentine for the rest of your life, the best dream you could ever imagine.

𖤐 notes: hey, surprise im your valentine for svthub, hopefully you enjoy this as it took me so long and with everything going on for me personally. im so sorry its short usually i write it longer. but this is only part one

𖤐special tag: @synthetickitsune

𖤐 tag list: @svthub ,

𖤐 Playlist: Crazy Form by Ateez, Getting Closer by Seventeen, Aya by Mamamoo, Limbo by Jun

𖤐Prompt: “You will always be my forever valentine.”

Jeonghan grinned as he spun you around into his chest. "Hi." You smile at his word and motion, looking up at him. "Hi..." A glance at the clock told you it was midnight on Valentines day. You grinned widely and looked up at him. "Road trip?" Jeonghan nodded, his own attention being drawn to the clock.

"Happy valintines day baby." He hummed before he nodded. "Where do you want to go?" He swayed with you in his hold gently, resting his chin ontop of your head.

You pursed your lips in thought as you rested your cheek against his chest, his heart beat strong in your ear. "Hmmm.....how about we just drive? Choose a direction and we just drive. Pack some clothes and when we get tired? We stop somewhere and stay there. We can shower there, sleep, eat then keep driving. We dont need a destination."

Jeonghan smiled widely. "Sounds like a dream." He pressed a kiss against the top of your head and nodding before releasing you. "Go get packed. Ill let our friends know, and our mums." You nodded and quickly disappeared into the bedroom you both shared, a grin on your lips as you shoved clothes and things into two bags. Most of it being Jeonghans clothes as youd rather be in his than your own.

You threw your bag onto your back and grabbed Jeonghans as you came back into the room just as Jeonghan appeared from the bathroom. "All done?" You nodded and grinned, repeating it back to him and biting your lip. Giddiness filling your system. The idea of a random road trip had butterflies swirling through stomach.

Your gaze locks with his as you grin at him. "Ready to go." You murmured to him as you got closer. "You let everyone know right?" He nodded, a smile on his own face. You beamed brightly as you hopped your way to the car. “C’mon Hannie.” You looked over your shoulder at him as he grabbed the keys, quickly following behind you, a smile on his face as he unlocked the car, letting you toss in the bags. 

It was well past midnight by now, about two am. You were excited. Not a place in mind, no ideas, just a road trip to anything and anywhere. Just like what you both did when you met in highschool.

The random road trips during winter and summer breaks with your friends that slowly turned into just the two of you as time went on. Sometimes you ended up skiing down the mountain snow, sometimes walking in the forest. Other times you just drove til you both decided to go home.

You slipped into the passenger seat with a small grin, watching as your boyfriend hopped into the drivers, angling yourself better so you could lean against the door and still face Jeonghan safely.

The corner of his lips quirked up into a smirk once he caught your position and gaze. "What? You gonna watch me the whole time i drive?" He teased and you rose a brow back, biting your bottom lip. "Perhaps." You laughed at the surprise on his face. Usually you werent so bold, but maybe the early hours of the morning and excitement changed it.

"Alright, ready to go?" You nodded and grabbed a blanket you had thrown in the back seat and placed it on your lap as he pulled out and started driving. Once Jeonghan's hand found its place on your lap as usual you held it tightly, smiling as you traced a line around his ring finger and the back of his hand. "Hey Hannie?" At the call of his name he glanced over with a hum. "Do you think we will be together forever?"

He grinned softly. "You will always be my forever valentine, So of course we will be." You tried to fight the blush on your cheeks, only causing his grin to turn into a smirk. "Something that small gets you all red?" He snickered quietly as he laced your fingers together.

"Forever Valentine. Forever my valentine."

[ihauntyoursocks]

hi im sending u an ask instead of talking in the tags

THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS THINKING!!! Overlord and the other villains are a team rocket kinda situation but instead of one big group it's more individual villains (also le frog would have all of the poliworl evolutions. I don't think I spelled that right but I hope u know what I'm talking about)

also ashe being possessed by a pokemon would be super sick because it means they might fight like a pokemon (being able to use moves n such) don't need a pokemon team when u are a pokemon!!! trickster would either be a legendary or (hear me out), we could design a fakemon for it??? maybe??

maybe instead of having powers, the heroes are just. really good trainers??? nah that's kinda boring... but their powers would have to be more pokemon related I think.. because they would do pokemon battles instead of just fighting like normal people

uhhhh gonna think of more stuff later but it's really hot rn and my brain doesn't wanna work

this is a super fun idea!!!

(Appreciate the ask, I can’t use commas in the tags lol) Agggghhhh yes yes yes, also YES TO LE FROG HAVING ALL THE POLIWHIRL THAT WAS MY THOUGHT TOO, and Trickster Ashe being able to fight like a Pokemon!!!!!! (Maybe at some point they have to fight their own Pokemon… hmmm) and yeah figuring out what the heroes should be is tough, but also I was thinking… in the anime (at least in the XYZ finale) the gym leaders and champions come together to face a big threat, and in general champions and gym leaders seem to act as a a force of authority, so maybe the heroes could function like that, an elite force of trainers dedicated to stopping villains and their Pokemon? And the PD are heroes in training still? But also maybe instead of the heroes having specific powers… it’s their Pokemon? Maybe they have a special link with them that gives them a power? (Dakota’s are super strong and fast, Tide’s are even more in control of their water moves, Lightspeed’s are incredibly fast?) idk just a thought. Also yeah I get the heat, it sucks lol, stay safe!

[hetr0ph0bic]

love it here

tag: shuri x riri

wrd cont : 3.5k

content:  hunching im sorry, vibranium strap, mirror sex, choking kink, cream pie, scratching 

summary: backshots in the mirror, thts the reason.

translation   my love sthandwa   - love thando   -baby usana-

riri stirred awakes from the queen size bed in the capital palace. covered sheets are black with small golden specs, she looks around the sleek room in search of a clock. 6:01 am great 4 hours of sleep, the engineer rolls her eyes at the lack of sleep. she unravels herself from the fluffy sheets, padding over to the closet and pulls out a black classic wakandan two-piece. sluggishly pulling the long sleeve crop top over her head, slipping on the leggings and sliding on black shoes. taking one good look in the mirror, she heads off to the lab. 

it takes her a while to get to the lab, still not completely understanding the route or how things operate here. despite the confusion and the building of a headache, riri is glad to be here. a wonderful way to spend her winter break.

 “so ri is it true that the american kids have weeks off of school for christmas time?” shuri sat in a lab chair twirling around and around.

“uhh yeah we do…. do you have something planned?” riri had stopped folding her now clean laundry to look at the phone.

‘‘well I was thinking you could come to wakanda for the break or like one week, so you can spend time with your family also’’ shuri gave a nervous smile

riri rolls her eyes  “oh please catch me there for the 2 weeks shuri”

 as she steps into the lab, it's dead silent. not a single soul is to be found, all alone, she goes into her assigned work area. She has been working on several projects. updating the iron heart suit and kimoyo beads. trying to make the beads smaller and in different colors, and her suit faster and longer lasting. as she pulls out all the blueprints and clean sheets, the time reads 6:30 am. she is so deep into her brainstorming that she doesn’t notice the lab doors open. in walks the princess in a similar two piece just like riri’s just in a dark purple. 

“hmm I had a feeling you were gonna be in here”  shuri smiles bright making her way over to the small girl 

“yeah I couldn’t get any sleep, so I just came in here, might as while spend my energy doing something” riri stacks away all the blueprints and notes. shuri circles around her, picking up the kimoyo beads blueprint.

 “ohh you have ideas for my beads” a hit of disbelief in her tone.

 “ well yeah I was thinking what if they changed color to blend in more with clothes or skin and what if they were slimmer to be more undetectable. and what if they have certain versions for the regular citizens and the dora milaje and then what if they had something to detect namor or talokan using the vibranium they wear” shuri has a proud smile platted on her face as riri rambled on about ideas to better improve wakanda’s technology.

 “hmmm seems like you have a lot of ideas with wakanda technology” her eyes sweep over riri’s face.

 “well yeah” she nervously chuckles, body moving towards the window to look over the city.

 “I really love it here, it's safe and…. warm and peaceful it's just…. nice” she smiles looking back at shuri. “speaking of safe, I do have another task for you” shuri grabs riri’s hand gilding her to sit down at her desk, the royal leaning on the table.

“what did i mess up with something” ask worry set all over her face.

 “what no love! you've been doing good with school, great grades as always and even staying off the radar with the government. you’ve been so good, I just need you to learn how to fight well. it's honestly for myself to help me sleep at night” 

“oh whew, i have no problem learning how to fight- i mean i already know how to defend myself, but im not gonna block more lessons.” riri’s hand is on her heart, chest moving up and down rapidly 

“wait but who gonna teach me? please PLEASE! dont say okoye you know she hates me.” riri pleads with shuri.

 “no um i guess i can teach you since we have the time, and i can show you around some more” cleaning up the lab they head to the practice rooms. 

“you know above is it the kitchen and if you continue this hallway it goes to the courtroom where all the meetings are held.” placing her palm on the scanner the door opens. the pair walking in to a sleek gray room. a big ass mirror covering the north wall from top to bottom. in the middle of the room on the floor is a mat. spears for the dora’s and other skilled set weapons cover the wall. the original lighting in the room changes to warm bright yellows. riri looks around to find shuri playing with the lighting in the corner. at alas, she is satisfied, she struts over to riri in the middle on the mat.

“okay so i want to really get going with close range fighting. so go take your shoes off.” they slip out of there shoes and socks. as they stand in the middle of the mat 

“okay so im some big bad man wanting to hurt you and i start running towards you what are you going to do”

 “well what time of day is it? are there people around? what am i wearing? is it heels? are we on a hill or grass”

 “riri it doesnt matter, what are you going to do?”

 “ummm umm” she cant think straight and sweat’s now collecting on her forehead.

 “i dont know how about you teach me while acting it out”. with a nod shuri jogs up to riri about to tackle her to the ground but the smaller places her hands under her neck and pulls up, successful locking her in a chokehold. 

“okay good nice hold! okay now what if i come from behind you and place you in a chokehold.” shuri arms snake up to her throat and applies pressure, not enough to hurt but enough to feel real. internally, she starts freaking out, vision getting blurry at head hurting. riri tries to pull her arms from her neck, sparing a look in the full mirror against the wall she sees their bodies. looking into shuri’s eyes, she balls up her fist to deliver a light punch to her thigh. as shuri looks down to the hit spot, riri then uses her elbow to push the panther back.

successfully causing them to break up, “did i do good?” 

“yeah riri that was good real good” shuri  answers, she then without warning tackles riri down to the floor. shuri places her knees on riri’s arms and hands so, riri’s face is fully at the princess mercy. 

“what are you going to do riri.” shuri begins to pinch her cheeks, repeating the question. riri swats her head left and right trying to avoid the attacks but failing. she then twists her whole body to the attacks, she then lifts her body on her knees in a bowing position. using all her strength, she stands up from the cradled position. 

“okay, you got out of that one but-” before shuri could finish the sentence, the engineer is pushing her down in a similar position. but arms holding herself up on shuri’s shoulders, her thighs straddling the princess.

“I wanted to be the attacker for once”

 “oh I bet you did, too bad I'm better than you”

 “what” as riri questions, shuri answers by bucking her hips causing her to fall forward. she barely catches herself, thanks to shuri helping stabilize her, arms around her waist. shoulders now above shuri’s head, causing her breast to fall in shuri’s only point of view. 

after seconds pass by “ummm hello earth to shuri”

 “oh my bad” she resumes by lifting riris hips and placing them on her waist. shuri then easily sits up. shuri now flips riri, so that the smaller’s back is to her chest. placing the engineer in a strong chokehold, nothing like before. riri whimpers, her neck  such was a sensitive place for her.

 “yeah, we have a lot of work to do before you think about leaving me again” shuri looses the hold just to place one hand on her neck.  soft whimpers flow out like a river. trying to mold riri’s body to sit down, she fumbles her body, causing riri to flop down on shuri’s lap. impact causes a weighted “ahhh” to flow from riris mouth. her and shuri freeze, riri eyes clamped shut and tight. wishing the earth would open up and swallow her. literally. 

sliding her hands up to her jaw, shuri forces riri to look at her.

 “look at me” eyes shakily open “ you okay” riri hesitantly shakes her head approving.

“i didn’t hear you” “its okay” “do you… like it” “i need it- please”

shuri closes the space between them sliding her hand back down to the smaller’s throat. riri kisses her so hard like the yearning and painful pushes of urges are finally worth it. they slowly shift so riri is straddling shuri. the kiss is powerful, down right sinful. loud nosies coming from each other. tongue lapping and lip biting. shuri at one point fully sucks on riris bottom lip, just to bathe in the beautiful whimpers. they break for needed air after centuries. shuri grips riri shirt and tugs her back up to her and they continue, shuri’s hands dipping lower on riri till she’s palming her ass. rocking her back and forth on her thigh as riri breaks apart to voice content.

 “mmmm fuck” okoye bust through the practice door.  the two lovers jump off each other. shuri shoots daggers at okoye, while riri shameful hangs her head low hiding behind the princess. having completely caught them in the act okoye clears her throat.

 “ahh ms willams i knew you loved wakanda and now a special wakandan” she showcases a blinding smile

 “there’s a thousand practice rooms, you just had to pick this one” shuri gives a nasty side

“oh please like i went looking for something to make me throw up”

 “also this” she waves to the practice room “is how you want to swoon ms riri? INCORRECT!”

 riri speeds walk away from the general while shuri just spares are a look 

“lock the door next time princess”

shuri jogs to catch up to the engineer “where are you going riri” she doesn’t even spare her a glance just continues, shuri hops in front of riri.

 “where are you going?”

“ um um i just need a breath of air yeah, i just need air that’s all”

“well you're going the wrong way” shuri grabs her hand. riri feels like her hand if going to melt off as the princess slowly leads her to her room. they stroll pass by the big bead, they file to the balcony. riri hastily grabs unto the railing, watching the sun slowly going down. wakanda is so beautiful god she loves it here. looking over the warm capital, she is able to see the people come out getting ready for the nasty nightlife. it calms her down. shuri is sitting down on the chairs with the nice outside patio. she springs up as riri walks closer to her, placing a kiss under her jaw riri leans on shuri’s chest 

“thankyou” 

“sthandwa what for”

 “for being here with you and just allowing me to experience wakanda” shuri cups riri’s face and smothers her with pecks

 “i truly enjoy you being here with me” ending the pecks with final kiss on the lips. 

it starts off light and sweet. easily being able to breath and laugh at the actions. but they each grow hungry. shuri swipes her tongue over riris bottom lips, pulling it in to suck on. the royal’s hands somehow find their way to the smaller’s neck again. riri tangles her hands in the royals hair, gripping and pulling on it. the actions cause the princess mouth to fall open, riri quickly attaches lips again drinking any sound or need from shuri. the others hands mold the younger girl onto her lap again. hands dipping lower and lower till they find riris core. she experimentally swipes her hand over riris clothed pussy. tongues now dancing and applied pressure to the sensitive part. the burning need to explore each other with tongue is morphed into more need. shuri picks up riri showcasing her strength since she took the herb. she places her down on the california king bed. shuri kisses her senseless while running hands all over her body. hands groping and rubbing her breast, and lower tummy. she then pushes riri back on the bed, slotting her knee in between her legs. riri gasps as she bucks on the knee, rutting up and down she begs.

“please shuri please baby” riri grips at her clothed body, back arching off the bed.

“please what princess tell me what you want” tears start to build in the younger’s eyes.

riri she cant fucking think straight, head is spinning “i cant - i don’t know i- i just need to feel you” taking pity on the girl shuri damn near tears the clothes off their bodies. she leaves riri in her panties, wanting to see and feel the wet spot. she goes back to pleasing the other. sucking many deep marks on the others neck, riri begins to shake in her hold. littering her body she slowly, harshly makes her way down from the neck to her the erect nipples. she cups both, nipping and licking one at a time. the princess leans up to meet riri once again. she then sneaks her fingers to touch her lips, after the graze riri opens her mouth obediently. with no hesitation, she swirls her tongue on the fingers and sucks on the two digits. once the spit is dripping pass her knuckles, shuri pulls out. using one arm she pulls off the underwear and bends riri’s body. she pushes the legs of the small girl, opening her wide up. riri’s feet is touching her own shoulders, shuri then dips her hands down and plays with riri folds. she rubs two fingers between her lips. a soft smacking fills the room. as her index finger plays with her lips and clit riri grows impatient. trying to meet the touches, shuri pushes her hips to the bed.

“more baby” shuri doesn't give in, she actually lightens up the pressure. no more than a sometimes soft graze. riri grunts at the playful need and grabs the olders hand. she presses shuri hands down to her core and ruts against her hand. finally she sighs at the long awaited pleasure.

 “ready my love” “yeah”

shuri then slowly eases her fingers inside riri, after seconds she slowly pumps in and out. building up the speed and weight, riri then cant control the pants and moans. as she is working her fingers, shuri then begins scissoring her and curling, wanting to feel a certain spot. once she finally finds it she constantly abuses the delicate tissue. making riri run up the bed tears falling down her pretty brown eyes. it feels so fucking good. 

“ shuri baby im gonna cum” shuri rips her hand away in an instant.  

“what what no please shuri” she chases after her hands 

“ shhh wait one sec usana” placing a peck on her lips, she shrugs over to a black dresser and pulls out a strap and a dildo.

“which one” shuri throws them on the bed. riri then sits up to examine the two options, one a double-sided, clear dildo. her hand instantly goes to it, stopping with she sees light out the corner of her eye. she looks over to the other toy. purple and black meets her, the strap is glistening? the veins are so detailed and intricate. purple glowy veins run all the way to the tip. riri pokes the toy, shooting her head up at shuri she shakes her head.

“so you made us a toy?”

“what no i didn’t” she rubs her neck. clearly lying 

“right, since you didn't make it, you couldnt tell me what things it couldn’t do right?”

silence fills the room as the have a eye staring contest

“fine i made it!” shuri move to sit next to riri on the bed, picking up the toy she explains “ umm so it like changes sizes and adjust to the person and part? we both would feel the impact or like pressure. also who ever is wearing it, it shoots out their cum” the quickly explains 

“how long did it take- actually i dont care put it on, now” shuri slips on the strap. the taller drags riri over to where the mirror is next to the bed. they then slot into the same position as earlier. riri’s back to shuri, and riri sat on the princess lap. angling up correctly, she enters riri. she doesnt feel anything about to question if shuri put it in. then she can feel something expanding in her, growing. shuri then begins slowly thrusting so she can get used to it as it grows to her body. as the toy nears the full size when riri leans down placing her hands on the bed, feeling full. harshly the princess grabs the jaw over her lover looking at her in the mirror. she snaps her hips up at full force, shoving full the toy into riri’s tight hole. the nasty sucking and squishing sounds echo the room. using her strong thighs, the smaller tries to relive the impact of the other. 

slamming her back down on the toy

 “stop. fucking. running.  come on thando doesnt it feel good” shuri whispers the last part in her ear

nodding hysterically “yeah yeah baby feels so good” shuri grabs her neck and in the right hand she grips riri’s waist, using the leverage to slam her down and up on the strap. riri screams as shuri hits the soft sponge part inside her. tears pool down her face as her back arches in a perfect way. her eyes roll back as she grows hungry. “harder princess, fuck me harder” placing her hand down on the hand that grips her wrist, riri then starts bouncing fully on shuri. shuri nips and bites riri’s neck, a failed attempt to hide the moans spilling out from her mouth. riri locks her legs around shuri’s as she rocks her body harder into them. the recoil, sending hits directly to shuri’s abused clit.  they both are meeting each other's movements with power, haste, and need. nothing but slaps and wet sounds. their soft pants gradually developed to deeper, drawn out cries and pleads from both lovers. 

“fuck ri” she grabs riri face making her look at the princess in the mirror

 “you close” a soft breath “yes” comes out.

 shuri pulls riri up by her throat. riri scrambles for a new placement, she puts her hands down in front of them, she grips the sheets tightly, knuckles going white. bouncing from behind, she turns her head to look at the princess, shuri tuts at action.

“ no sthandwa look at me in the mirror, when you come you are to look at me” shuri begins to fuck up into riri. with deep, powerful, long strokes while her other hand rubs against riri’s clit. pinching and slapping the sensitve nerve. lifting up the hood and rubbing riri’s clit one last time does it. withing she lets go the sheets, leaning back up she arches her back. hands going to dig her nails in shuri’s neck. 

“yes just like that mama, thats it just like that” the smaller scratches up shuri tatted arm as she is sent over the edge. she still continues, meeting shuri thrust. flopping down on toy causing intense vibrations. causing the royal to go over the edge. shuri’s legs spasm as ecstasy over takes her, her thrust sparking and erratic . the toy collects the juices and shoots them into the engineer.

“mmmh baby i feel it in me” with riri fucking shuri into overstim she can see the mixed cum on the toy as it seeps to their tangled limbs. white juices spilling into the thick covers.riri finally slows down exhastion taking over her body. as shuri slips out she slips out of the toy. they both lay backs on the bed as they catch full breaths.

 “you good” shuri turns toward her

 “hmm hmm” seconds pass, riri in deep thought “shuri…. i still want to use the other toy”

“i had a feeling you wasnt going to let that go”

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Outing with Rosie and Alastor, where the avowed purpose is merely Shopping around Pride

They come back eight hours later laughing lightly, covered in blood, a few bones retreating back through the skin as they heal and arms filled with bags.

By which, of course, I mean the arms of a shell-shocked Husker who is also drenched and looking like he's mid war flashback. Niffty popping out of one of the bags atop the heap, waving at the others in the Hazbin Hotel foyer and gesturing at her pretty new dress!

As the doors swing open there's the sound of more panicked screaming, explosions and generalised terror than usual.

"Uhhhh... have a good time, guys?" Charlie asks, diplomatically.

"Oh, it was quite the jaunt Charlie, you really should come along next time with your lovely little lady!"

"Yes, Charlotte, you and Vagatha should come next time. Perhaps you might even find joining in a little game of Knife Tag quite stimulating, hmmm?"

Husk, hands shaking as he lights a cigar makes pointed eye contact and shakes his head.

"Aha, maybe next time then!" she declines, taking the hint.

"Speak for yaself toots, tell me more about this murder slash shopping spree cause it sounds like exactly the sorta thing Cherri and I enjoy doing. There any limits on the amounta limbs you can use in Knife Tag...?" Angel asks.

Twin cannibalistic overlords turn their genuine delight in the direction of the pornstar.

'Why Angel, of course not! If Al gets to use his shadows, and I am allowed to use my blood magic, I can't see any reason you wouldn't be allowed the... upper hands!" Rosie bursts into laughter, and Alastor chimes in as well. The cacophany reminding everyone that sometimes power corrupts, but it also sends you a little 'round the bend too.

"Alright, count me in next time ya gonna play, I'll grab Cherri... sounds like a damn good time."

"Splendid my good man, you won't regret it! And of course, as the new player, it will be your choice of the final victim... and I believe we can safely say that Rosie and I will be happy to take on any... specific insignificant little insectoids... between us. It's only good manners, after all."

"...Husk, I'm about ta fuck ya boss and his bestie. You might wanna look away."

"Okaay, how about we try some deep breathing exercises and calm down..." Charlie intervenes, half delighted at the budding friendships around here but also caught up on whatever the fuck Knife Tag is and who is howling outside. "Let's go to our happy places..."

"Oh I'll get all up in ya happy places if you'll let me..." Angel grins, winking suggestively at the cannibal overlords. He doesn't normally do broads, but well... for removing Valentino, he'd marry Rosie on the spot.

"Well, dear, it's not as if we're opposed to the idea of a mouthful of Sinner meat..." Rosie chortles, and Al side-eyes her with a grin. These two should not be left unsupervised together.

Charlie's shoulders slump. "Husk... I think I need a drink."

"Me too, Princess. Me too."

"Dontcha worrie Whiskers, Toots, I got this all in hand. Or at least, I will in a minute."

"GET OUT OF THE FOYER WITH YOUR NASTINESS!" Vaggie yells, waving the spear. Soemtimes these Sinners were EXHAUSTING.

Angel narrows his eyes at her. "You still mad I was gonna make you an' charlie pay for the full experience, huh?"

"...uuuuuuuuuuuurrrrgh, Charlie why didn't you choose a less mouthy sinner for your redemption projeeeeeeeect..." she groaned, slumping over to the bar.

"Nah. I know ya love me, Vagina..."

"Charlie can I kill him...? Please?"

"Hah, I knew ya were into pegging. Always talkin' about impaling a guy like I can't zero in on your kinks..."

Lucifer, one foot in the door, pauses. "Did I walk in at a weird time? This feels like a strange conversation to have in the foyer."

"Oh, hey Dad... Rosie and Al just went out for some shopping and something called 'Knife Tag' and when they were telling us about it, they invited me to play but I said no so then Angel said he'd like to maybe with Cherri and they said he could ask them to kill The Guy he's stuck with and then Angel said he was going to... uh... do various things that I'm not talking to my dad about and-..."

"Char? BREATHE." Vaggie reminds.

Lucifer's eyes narrow as he mouths the words 'knife tag', and then pushes the door back open to look outside.

"Is THAT what happened out there? What the FUCK kind of game is Knife Tag to do..." he gestures, as a building explodes in fiery debris. "THAT?!"

"Never you mind, your Lowness, it was merely a bit of fun to pass the time. Though if you want to try your hand sometime, we can oblige..."

"Not before my turn, though." Angel reminds them, buzzing with excitement and texting Cherri about it right that second. She was on her way.

"We would not dream of it, my effeminate fellow, you will bring an interesting element to the match as, I'm certain, will your little explosives-loving friend... Miss Bomb, was it?"

"Hells yeah she will! Can't wait... when you wanna do it?"

"Well my schedule's free tomoorow after midday, if you had time to pencil it in Angel. I think it's important to make time for a little relaxation and murder now and then." Rosie adds, glancing in a pocket book that seemed to match her attire.

"Oh, yeah I can fit that in..." he pauses, holding in a That's what He Said with every fibre of his being, "But I meant, ya wanna go get wild in another way? I got space before my shoot tomorrow morning, and Cherri's on her way to spice things up, so..."

Lucifer sits down at the bar. "I will take whatever you have, immediately, that will deafen me on consumption."

"Make that two."

Husk starts mixing something with an alchemical flair immediately. "One Deadman's Switch coming right up for everyone... you'll sleep right through anything that might happen in the next twelve hours. Promise."

"...Huck was it? You ever been kissed by the Devil, cause I think you've earned it!" Lucifer said gravely, full of sincere thanks.

"You uh... you got something that'll blind me temporarily too?" Charlie laughs, only half-joking.

Cherri slams open the door with the subtlety of a grenade in a toilet bowl. "Wassup mates, I'm here to fuck and fuck shit up!"

Husk pours the drinks a little faster.

[nellie-elizabeth]

Some whining about fan responses to GO2 below the cut. I'm just being a jerk mostly lol.

Not gonna tag or link the posts because I'm not trying to stir shit but I see some people doing the thing for Good Omens season 2 that people did for Sherlock or Supernatural where, they didn't really like some aspects of season 2, and instead of saying "oh, that part didn't really gel with me" they think "Oh, it's actually all part of a long con that Neil Gaiman is playing on us! The stuff that I thought was bad? It was bad on purpose!" (Remember, the secret final episode of Sherlock, or the fact that the penultimate Supernatural episode was "bad on purpose" so the finale would fix it all?)

And it's so frustrating because I think these people are setting themselves up for further disappointment when season three comes. I personally loved season two of good omens! It really hit the spot for me, I thought it was funny and charming and clever and perfectly heartbreaking. If you didn't like it, that's okay, you don't have to construct a whole conspiracy theory around "why it was bad".

I want to be clear i don't mean just having theories about potential mysteries/clues leading to season 3. What are the Metatron's real motivations? Will we get to know who Crowley was as an angel before the fall? That sort of stuff is fun to speculate about, and we certainly don't have all the answers!

What I'm talking about things like... I saw someone say that the Eccles Cakes were a secret clue: why bring them up and put such emphasis on them only for them not to get eaten, hmmm? That couldn't have been just a simple oversight... it must be a grander point about the secret undercurrent plot that's been hiding right in front of our eyes this whole time.

And... no, it's not a simple oversight. It's not a grand clue to a big mystery (imo) either. It's pretty basic storytelling. Aziraphale asks Nina for something that calms people down, he procures the Eccles cakes on her recommendation, and then hands them off to Crowley as they enter the shop. There's a pointed shot of the uneaten cookies as Crowley storms off because, guess what, nobody ate them, and nobody's calming down! I think that's it, y'all. No grand mystery to parse here.

Or one thing I saw that really had me scratching my head was "why did we spend so long in the '40s minisode seeing Aziraphale pick out magic tricks in the shop, do the whole fake-out with the bullets, etc.? What was the point of showing us all that?"

I mean... because it was funny and charming and good character development? I don't know that it was leading to any grand secret behind the scenes. The setup and the pay-off is all right there in the 1940's flashbacks. Aziraphale is bad at stage magic, and then real miracles are blocked, and in the moment of truth he's able to use trickery correctly, for once in his life. Crowley and Aziraphale both manage to keep each other safe in the human way, even when their miracles are blocked. It's all right there, it doesn't have to be a clue leading to some big switcharoo later down the road.

Or one last thing I saw was people saying "where were the Zombies? Why have a plot about digging up corpses, and another story about Zombies, what does it all mean?"

And like... I don't know, maybe it means some Secret Extra Thing that i just haven't seen yet, but isn't it also possible that it means... thematic foreshadowing of season three's external plot? You've got Job's children being "reborn", you've got corpses being dug up, you've got zombies roaming London. The third season is about the Second Coming, y'all. I don't want to say "it's not that deep" because it is that deep, it's not just... extra made up layers of obfuscation that give it unnecessary confusing deepness. If that makes sense.

Bottom line, if this season didn't gel with you, I'm sorry! But I promise you, you're setting yourself up for disappointment if you spend the next couple years divining all the secret codes Gaiman put into the work for you. He didn't write a "bad on purpose" season of television. He wrote a good season of television! I'm sure there are mysteries to unravel, and fun clues to go back and find later on when we see how it all ends up. But he didn't write an entire season of TV to be a big giant misdirect in and of itself. I really don't think that's how this works.

End of soap box.

[sweetest-honeybee]

I'm going to be starting my very first commissions soon! I am very excited but do you have any tips on what I should and shouldn't do?

Oh that’s very exciting! Hmm I have a post somewhere but I’ll just answer anyways 😂 This is gonna be insanely long

- Don’t be disappointed if you don’t get a huge amount of people asking at first. It’s all about drawing people in and growing an audience! If you don’t have an audience yet, it’s always worth it to market and advertise pretty well. Multiple social medias, using common tags, promoting in say, is discord server if you’re in one or something, all that jazz

- Pricing is very difficult and it’ll fluctuate and change over time. You’re not gonna get it down first try, and they’ll change with your workflow and what you realize you can and can’t do/handle! Personally, I took the amount of time I take on each canvas and estimated some average times (I.e. a rendered bust takes me 1.5-2 hours) and multiplied that by ah, $30 I think at first? And then doubled my prices later down the road

- Additionally however, pricing in such a way that you make good money for your time is important but, and I can’t stress this enough, PLEASE consider the people you’re advertising your work to and who follows you, what communities you’re in, etc. For myself, I’ve recently began to aim for higher quality clients who can pay more all at once and so I can get more money with less commissions stacked in my queue. Thus why my lowest price is still quite high. If you want more frequent clients, most often it’s best to keep your prices relatively low but still good value for you. Again, it’s all about finding that balance and figuring out your workflow

- Speaking of workflow, there’s no one right way to do commissions. Your process is your own and from my experience, I’ve gone through a bunch of different processes with different people! Haha, I’ve even signed a contract once to really seal the deal on the terms and conditions. Make it your own! Be as professional as you feel the need to or not. Do whatever makes you comfortable as long as it’s not at the expense of the client, of course

- You may or may not be contacted by spam bots and other accounts about your work. Believe me, it’ll happen once or twice that you might be scammed if you’re not careful (it’s happened to me twice) but if I could say, it’s usually accounts with names that don’t match their icons, using little/terrible punctuation and very automated repsonses, requesting work that’s not what you do usually, requesting work of family members/pets, offering very large sums of money, whatever else. Just be safe!

- Hmmm what else….

- Make sure you have plenty of examples of your work and the style of art/coloring that you’re advertising. If you’re offering something new, just get like 3-4 examples in and have a consistent process before having people pay money for it. I love my current rendering style but I had to wait til I had a few to know how I wanted to go about offering it as a new coloring style and how it’s different from what I would typically do

- Some clients are definitely rude and pester. It’s okay to put your foot down and say you’re not comfortable working with them. Personally, I offer up other artists if that’s the case (within reason, I don’t send rude people generally but sometimes clients get frustrated with you because you’re not the kind of artists they’ll end up wanting to work with) or if I’m just not able to do a commission because it’s, for example, out of my skill level or something. Always good to send people to artists who are open for work

- I’m actually learning this myself but if you’re working with someone who’s well known (I.e. I worked with good ol Xisumavoid), having T&Cs is useful for those larger clients. Xisuma actually gave me his terms and conditions to fill out in the invoices so if the client has that as well, it works that way too! And again, if you have questions or you’re uncomfortable by someone else’s T&Cs, say that! Believe me, they’ll work with you if they truly intend to use your work (bless that man, he was so kind and transparent about the whole process)

- Of courses you are just starting out but you never know!

That’s pretty much he main stuff. Just make sure it’s seen and clear, you’re valued and understand your value, and that everything you’ll be doing is all up to you. If you have artists friends (or myself) that you’d ever need input from, give them (or me) a holler! This is all just me, other artists have more or different ways they’d suggest going about things so if you don’t agreed with anything I’ve said, that’s alright 😌

[bteezxyewriter12]

Still Here/ 11

Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader

Word count- 5.7k

Includes- Oral, pussy eating, cum swallowing, sex against bookshelf, standing sex, floor sex, sex from behind, riding, side by side sex, missionary, so much touching, love making, multiple orgasms, fluff, ghostly happenings

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J POV

"Hi jagi!", Hongjoong says, coming into the spare room he gave me for my library

I move in a few days ago and I mostly unpacked everything except for this room

"Hi baby", I answer looking up to find a video camera in my face, Hongjoong holding it, "What are you doing Joongie?"

"Documenting your first day at our home", he says cheerily

I just smile

He's so cute

"Tell me what you're doing jagi"

"Well I'm sorting my books by genre then I'm gonna put them on the shelves"

"Can I help?"

I nod, "Sure. If you want to"

"I do"

"But it's your day off baby. Don't you want to do something....fun?"

He shrugs, setting the camera on a shelf, pointing it at me and I'm assuming it's still running

"Being with you is fun baby. I'm good with anything as long as you're with me"

My god, he's the best boyfriend

"I feel the same baby", I answer as he sits next to me

He smiles, pressing a kiss to my cheek, "I know jagi. I know you love me just as much as I love you"

I do and I'm glad he knows

"So tell me the piles"

I name the piles as I point to them, "Fantasy, Paranormal, historical fiction, nonfiction, fairy tale retellings, contemporary and sci-fi"

"So many genres", he says, picking up a book

He opens the cover of the book, his eyes skimming the words, then he places it in the fantasy pile

He picks up another book as I do, both of us sorting the books

I put three books on the shelf, ready for a break

We sorted five full boxes and put them on the shelves

There's still a ton more as I am a huge book nerd

"Break time?", I ask him

He looks at me, "Already?"

"Joongie we've been doing this for three hours. I'm human remember? I need a break"

He chuckled, coming over to me, pulling me into a hug, "I know baby. We can take a break"

He kisses me softly and I swoon inside

He's so sweet and loving, all the things he's been doing since I moved in showing me how much of a gentleman he really is

He wouldn't let me lift any boxes, carrying everything from my apartment to the truck then from the truck to his house

He helped me pack and unpack everything

He has always opened doors for me, letting me go first to whenever we have to go but he's even doing it now, at home

Just the little things he's done, I'm seeing it at home too and he's just so cute

I know he was raised to be the strong man, to take care of his girl, to be the protector

And it was that way for the centuries he lived through

Honestly, I'm good with that

I feel safe when I'm with him, when I'm in his arms

We've only been together for a few months but he is hands down the best boyfriend I ever had

Throwing my arms around his neck, I deepen the kiss, sliding my fingers in his black hair that he recently dyed

His tongue moves against mine, pushing me against the bookshelves

One hand moves around my waist, the other slowly traveling down my body

I moan in his mouth, loving when he touches me

His hand slides down my pants and panties, fingers touching my clit, rubbing softly

Pleasure slowly creeps into me, pressing my body into his solid one

"Mmm jagi, you get so wet for me so fast baby", he murmurs, his fingers now running between my pussy lips

"Mmm hmmm", I groan

I do get soaked for him, almost instantly

He's just so sexy, anything he does turns me on and drives me crazy

Kissing me hard, he slips two fingers inside and I clench on them tightly

"Oh jagi, this pussy is horny huh? Squeezing my fingers, trying to keep me inside?"

"Yes", I gasp, leaning my head against one of the shelves

"Then I think we need to get these pants and panties off so I can finger you properly huh?"

"Yes Joongie", I moan

He pulls everything down, kneeling down to get my clothes completely off

His lips press kisses to my thigh, his fingers slipping back inside, immediately rubbing against my spot, pleasure running down my spine

"Jjj... Joongie", I whimper, grabbing onto the shelf behind me to keep myself upright

"Yes baby. Get soaked for me"

He trails his lips closer to my pussy, anticipation running through my body as his fingers fuck me

He kisses right above my clit, sucking on the skin there

I watch him, moving one of my hands to his hair, running softly through the silky strands

He leans in my hand as he moves down, taking my clit in his mouth, sucking softly

"Joongie", I murmur, pleasure intensifying

He effortlessly pulls one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me up so his fingers can move faster into me

His sucking becomes faster, harder, tongue against my clit at the same time as he slurps like he's never going to eat my cunt again

"Gonna give me that cream I love so much?", he asks, between sucks

"Yes Joongie", I cry, pleasure making me close my eyes

God he's so fucking incredible with his tongue

His fingers hit my spot hard and I'm done

"Joongie!", I whisper, my body shuddering against the bookshelf as pleasure pounds into me in waves

I'm vaguely aware that his fingers moved away, replaced with his tongue

His moans reach my ears and I open my eyes, looking down and hit with the hot sight of my boyfriend between my legs, still eating me out like he's starving

His hand grabs my thigh, hoisting my other leg over his other shoulder, holding me up with just his hands, his tongue fucking into me at a rapid speed

Gotta love vampire strength

Leaning my arms on the shelf behind me, I close my eyes, falling into the bliss Hongjoong is giving me

His tongue feels so good, opening me up, throbbing around it, each wiggle inside making stars blast in my vision

"Jjjj...Joong...", I stammer, feeling my orgasm wash over me, "Hongjoong"

"Mmmm", he moans, his tongue not stopping, licking up everything I give him, until I finish

As I'm coming back to my senses, Hongjoong moves so fast and the next thing I know, he's naked, my legs are around his waist, his cock pressing against my entrance as he still holds me against the bookshelf, his mouth pressing kisses to my neck

"You taste so fucking good baby", he murmurs, pressing his head against my hole

I wiggle around trying to get him inside but he holds me firmly in place, driving me crazy

"Better than blood"

I'm so fucking shocked

As a vampire whose only source of food is blood, I assume he loves the taste of it

After all didn't he say some vampires become rippers because of the blood lust?

And he's saying I taste better than blood?

No way

"If I could just survive on your cream, I would jagi. You're the best thing I've ever tasted"

Oh my fucking god, his words are so hot and he's turning me on so much more

He knows what he's doing

"Need to fuck you baby girl", he whimpers, tongue licking up my neck to my ear, "Want your pretty pussy wrapped around me, you're pretty cream all over me, making a big mess. Wanna make you cum all over my cock"

Jesus Christ, I want that so fucking much

"Can I fuck you jagi?"

"Yes Joongie. Please baby", I whine, "Fuck, I need you inside me now"

He's teasing me so much, making sure I feel his dick at my hole but not going in

My body is so tense, waiting to feel him

He grabs my chin, turning my face to him, smashing his lips against mine

My arms tighten around his neck, letting his tongue in, mine against his and his hips roll, impaling me on his cock in one stroke

Feeling that pleasure, I grab a handful of his hair, tugging hard, moaning in his mouth

His hands squeeze the life from my ass as he moves, plowing into me, stretching me wide, smashing my spot and splitting my pussy open on his rock hard cock

My back is against one of the shelves, my ass in his hands, basically sitting on the one below it, the whole bookshelf shaking with each thrust into me

"God baby, you're so fucking wet", he murmurs

I am

I feel myself soaking him

He's the only one who can get me this wet

"Like my cock inside you this much?"

"You know I do Joongie", I whine, feeling his lips along my collarbone

"Yeah jagi?"

"Yes. Fuck, I want you inside me all the time", I babble, the bliss so fucking incredible

"Mmm, I can be inside you all day, no problem jagi, just tell me"

God I wish

Having sex all day with him sounds like heaven

"I need this pussy to cream my cock", he whines, "You're so close baby. Gimme"

"Harder baby", I moan, needing to feel his big head hit my spot hard

He moves faster, pounding so fucking hard, fucking me right into an orgasm that he wants so much

"Hongjoong!", I scream as unbelievable ecstacy tidal waves over my body

"Oh fuck", he moans as I pull his hair so hard, his head is back, the nails of my other hand digging into his shoulder

"Yes baby, fuck, cum for me", he whines as he fucks me through the orgasm, "Fuck, my pussy feels so fucking good. God, clenching me so tightly"

I throb on him so fast I don't know how I'm doing it

All I know is that every single cell in my body is in massive pleasure and I don't want it to stop

"Good girl", he praises as I hold on to him tightly

He kisses all over my chest and neck as the pleasure ebbs away

He pulls me away from the book shelf, turning us and getting us on the floor, turning me over

I get on my hands and knees, feeling him fill me up right away

I can't help but moan at the full feeling, wanting him to fuck me stupid

It's like he can read my mind because he starts pounding his cock into me at a hard, fast and rough pace, cock plunging into my spot

I scream in pleasure, my body shaking as he fucks into me, the slapping sound of our skin so fucking loud

His hand wraps around my hair, tugging and pulling my head back

"Am I fucking you just like you want baby?"

"Yes. Fuck yes!", I shout, my brain shutting off, tears running down my face

I feel his body over me, his cock so deep, I feel him in my stomach

"Fuck you look so pretty crying for my cock", he murmurs, "Should I stop? You can't take it?"

"No don't stop! Baby, please. I can take it. I can take you", I beg

He can't stop, I'm so close

And honestly I want his cum inside me

I love feeling full of his cum, love feeling it leak out of me

"Please baby. Want you to cum inside me", I plead, "Please baby, want your cum so bad"

"Mmm baby. You that desperate for my cum?"

"Yes!"

I so am

His arm wraps around my waist, his cock ramming into me at an inhuman pace

"Cum on my cock and I'll give you my cum"

He slams impossibly hard, my vision shutting off as I orgasm, screaming in ecstasy, my cunt spasming around him

"Yes baby! Oh god fuck, I'm gonna cum in your pretty pussy"

"Please!", I whine

He stuffs his cock all inside, throbbing and spilling hot cum inside me, yelling my name, gripping my hips hard

"Yes, Joanne! Jagi!"

"Fuck Joongie! Yes oh god it feels so good"

I feel him shaking behind me, his cum spilling out around us, all over my legs

God, I love it

When he finishes, he pulls out and I collapse on the floor, out of breath

I feel his hands on me, scooping me up in his arms, "You ok baby?"

I nod

I'm more than ok

I'm amazing

"Yeah baby. I'm great"

He chuckles, his smile so pretty

"My baby is all sweaty"

"Wah, no fair. You don't sweat. You looks so fucking hot and I look like a sweaty pig"

"Hush, you do not. You look so sexy, like you just got a really good lay"

Giggling, I say, "I did"

"So how about we go take a shower, get you some food, and then come finishes sorting the next box of books?"

"That sounds amazing", I smile, "How did I end up with such a good boyfriend?"

"Well, he loves you and you happen to be an amazing girlfriend too"

"Aww Joongie", I gush, kissing his cheek

He smiles, getting up and carrying me

"Joongie, I can walk"

"I know you can jagi. You just don't have to. I got you"

"Ok baby", I laugh, letting him carry me to the bathroom

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Opening the door to his home studio, I look for him

He's not here

He said he was going to look at the song Mingi sent him

After the shower, I ate and we watched a Disney movie, then he helped me sort another box of books, then he went to his studio

Closing the door, I open the door to my library, turning the light on checking if he's in there

"What the fuck?", I gape, looking at the floor

Some of the books we sorted are all messed up into a big pile

Did he do this?

He couldn't, there wouldn't be a reason why since he helped me

Maybe he's playing a prank?

I don't want to deal with sorting the small pile right now so I close the door and head to our room to see if he's there

He is and I walk to my side of the bed, asking, "Joongie, did you move the piles of books we left around?"

"Hmm?", he asks, his eyes on his phone

"Did you move the books around?"

"No jagi" he says

I glance at his phone to see what's captured his attention that he can't even look up to answer me

Some of the video he recorded today

Specifically when he was on his knees, eating me out

Yup he recorded us having sex and I'm ok with it but really, he can pause that to talk to me

I hurrumph and he finally looks up

He blows me a kiss, then his eyes go back to the phone

"Joongie!", I exclaim wanting him to talk to me but he looks back up, blowing another kiss, completely oblivious to what I asked him

I stand there for a few minutes until it's clear that he's not looking up anytime soon

I sigh, trying not to get upset

"I'm getting a snack", I say, figuring that eating something might mellow me out

"Uh huh", is all he says

I should just go and not ask him if he wants anything if he's gonna ignore me

But I'm not like that

I love his dumbass

"Do you want some blood?"

"Uh", he hesitates, finally looking up at me, "No jagi. I'll just drink some later"

He's such a liar

I know he's hungry

I've told him before that I don't care if he drinks blood in front of me but he's weird about it

I mean I know where the blood bags are

He keeps them in the bottom bins of the refrigerator

I've seen them but it's like he tries to hide it

"Fine", I answer, getting up and to the kitchen

Grabbing a mug for him, I put it on the countertop by the stove then go to the fridge

I get a blood bag and look at it to find the best way to open it

I want to make my boyfriend something to eat not make our kitchen look like a murder scene

I'm guessing I just pull or twist the cap from the side

Turning back to the counter, I go to grab the mug to put it in the sink but it's not in the spot I left it

There's nothing there

I blink in surprise

I left it here, I'm sure of it

I put it right next to the stove

Where the fuck did it go?

Is Hongjoong pulling a prank?

Because if he is that's not funny and he's going to get an earful

Turning around I find it on the kitchen table

What the actual hell?

Wait until I get back to the room

He's so gonna get it

It's not fair for him to use his super speed to play pranks

Grabbing the mug, I put it on the counter by the stove

Twisting the cap open, I pour the blood into the bag, squeezing it as the mug fills up

The smell of copper and pennies fill the room but I find I'm not bothered by it

It's not making me gag or anything but then again blood never made me squeamish

When I finished getting it all out, I replace the cap, then go across the kitchen to the garbage, throwing away the blood bag

I have to warm it in the microwave, figuring I'd get it as close to 98.6 as I can

I mean that's the normal human temperature therefore the temperature a human's blood has to be if he drank it from a human right?

Going to the microwave, I open the door then turn to get the mug

"Ok what the fuck?", I snarl

It's not there

"Not funny Hongjoong", I say under my breath, looking for the dumb mug

A loud bang, scares the shit out of me and I shriek, turning to the cabinets, one door flopping open

That was not open a second ago

Going to the cabinet, I close it and when I look back by the sink, the cup is there

Ok now I'm pissed

I'm doing this for him and he's being a jerk with the dumb super speed

Grabbing the mug, I put it in the microwave and put it in for a minute

Rifling around in one of the drawers, I get out a thermometer

When the microwave goes off I take out the cup and test the temperature

Still cool

I kept putting it back for thirty seconds at a time, then retest it with the thermometer

After another minute it's as close to 98 as it's gonna get

This time I take the mug with me as I grab my snacks so it doesn't disappear on me

Heading back upstairs, I get to our room, Hongjoong still on the phone

Dumping my snacks on my nightstand, I hold out the mug to him

He looks up, his eyebrow raised, "What's this jagi?"

"Blood"

His eyes widen in surprise, "You got me blood?"

I nod, "Yeah. It's warm too. I tried to get it as close to uh...body temperature as I could"

His eyes soften as he takes the mug, "You didn't have to baby"

"C'mon Joongie. I knew you were hungry. Getting you blood isn't an issue. I'm not squeamish", I tell him, "Although it wasn't nice of you to run around and open the cabinets and move yhet mug around"

"Huh?", he asks, confusion on his face, "I didn't do that"

I roll my eyes, "C'mon baby"

"Jagi, I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't go downstairs. I've been here, in the same spot waiting for you to come back"

I just raise my eyebrow

He sounds sincere and he does look confused but he could just be trying to hide it

Whatever, I'll let it go this one time

I shrug, then sit in the bed, opening my bag of chips

He takes a sip of the blood and I ask, "Is it ok?"

He nods, "Yeah baby"

"Temperature good?"

"Yeah jagi. It's perfect"

I smile, proud that I was able to fix blood for my vampire boyfriend

Kissing his cheek, I eat my snacks while he drinks the blood and go on my phone, scrolling through Instagram

After awhile, he puts the mug down then gets up, disappearing in the bathroom

Leaning over, I look in the mug

He drank everything

I knew he was hungry

Going back to my phone, I switch to Pinterest, going ham on saving crazy eye make looks

The bed dips, Hongjoong coming back in the bed fifteen minutes later

He kisses my temple, then moving back to his side as I smile and continue what I was doing

Ten minutes later, I realize that Hongjoong has been completed silent

Maybe he fell asleep

When I look over to him, I see him, leaning against the headboard, his body turned to me, just looking at me

He gives me a soft smile when he sees me looking at him

"You ok Joongie?"

He nods, "Yeah jagi"

"Uh what are you doing?"

"Nothing. Just looking at you"

I raise my eyebrow, "Why?"

He shrugs, "You're beautiful baby and I just like looking at you"

My face heats up as I shyly smile, "I like looking at you too Joongie"

I could seriously stare at him all day

He's gorgeous, perfect

"Come here jagi", he says softly, tugging on my shirt

Putting my phone on the nightstand, I let him pull me into a kiss, his soft lips feeling so fucking good

His arms wrap around me, pulling me into his lap

I straddle him, my tongue against his, my hands in his hair, the soft silky strands falling through my fingers

I feel his hands move under my shirt, his fingers soflty running along my back

Shivers run down my spine, my body pressing into his

As he moves his hands up, he bunches up my shirt, slowly pulling it off me

Our kiss breaks as my shirt moves over my head, then I pull his up and off, both shirts thrown on the floor

Our lips find each other's again, my arms around his neck, his hands pulling my panties down

Without breaking the kiss, I move off him, both of us getting out of our clothes

He fluidly pulls me back in his lap, his hard length under me

Wrapping my hand around his cock, I hold it up, moving it to my entrance and sitting down on him

We moan in each other's mouth, his big thick cock making me stretch around him so fucking pleasurably

I bottom him out, sitting against his legs, clenching around him hard

I can't help it, he just feels so good like no one has ever felt before

I'm addicted to him and I don't want to be saved

His hands move to my hips, squeezing soflty as I move my arms around his body, laying my hands flat on his back

I move, rocking and grinding on him, pleasure filling my body

Breaking the kiss, I move my lips to his jaw, pressing kisses along it and down his neck, his soft skin feeling so good under my lips

His hands slide along my thighs and I need more

"Joongie", I whimper against his skin, "Please baby, touch me more"

He groans, his hands sliding up along my hips, dragging up the sides of my body, his fingertips leaving fire in every nerve

I can't stop the moaning in his neck, my own hands feeling along his back, feeling his muscles move

God I love that feeling

His lips press kisses to my neck, right into the spots that feel amazing, making me shiver

"Mmm baby", he murmurs, moving his kisses along my shoulder, his hands now on my back, "I love when your body reacts this way to me. When you tremble and shiver"

"It feels good baby", I say softly, pressing kisses in between words, "I love when your hands are on me"

"Then it's good that I love touching you baby", he answers, "You're pretty soft, smooth skin. You're long soft hair. You're perky ass and boobs. You're pretty body against mine. Fuck jagi, I can spend all day just touching you"

I know what that feels like as I want to touch him all the time

"Don't stop", I whimper

"I won't"

I move my hips faster, throbbing on him, his head against my spot rubbing with each grind against him

Moving my hands on his shoulder, I drag them down his arms feeling the muscles in his upper arms, turning me on so much more

He leans his forehead against mine, his fingers move down one of my arms, taking my hand

He brings my hand up between us, kissing the back of it, then turning my hand over, kissing my palm

I watch him kiss along my fingers ending with a kiss to each of my finger tips

His eyes move back to mine and I see the pure love for me in his eyes, taking my breath away

I move my arm around his neck, crashing my lips to his

His arms wrap around my waist, pulling my body right against his, his skin against mine

I moan in his mouth, feeling him on me, my hips moving faster, bouncing on his cock between rocking on him

He kisses me hard, his tongue playing with mine, my hand in his hair, pulling softly

His hand squeezes my ass as I drop down his cock, hitting my spot, the pleasure so intense as I orgasm

Squeezing and clenching his cock, I swallow his moans, my body shaking against him

When I finish, he leans me back, his arm against my back, holding me up as his lips travel down my neck

His hand slides up my body, from my stomach to in-between my breasts, wrapping around one of them, squeezing softly

His mouth continues going down, his tongue licking to my boob, his mouth wrapping around my nipple as he rolls his hips up, thrusting into me

"Joongie! Oh god!", I cry, feeling so good

His thrusts continue, hitting my spot, his mouth sucking and licking

I grip his upper arms hard, fingers digging in his skin as he gives me so much pleasure

I bounce as best I can on his amazing cock as he moves, getting closer and closer with each stroke

His mouth lets go of my nipple, kissing in between my breasts, sliding to my other boob and latching on to that nipple, sucking hard and fast

It's just what I need as he thrusts up, my body stiffening, moaning him name and coming all over his huge cock

"Hongjoong! Baby fuck"

He moans on my nipple, his eyes closed, arms holding me tightly

As the pleasure tapers off, he turns us, moving me on my back, his hips thrusting into me again

I wrap my legs around his waist as he lays on top of me, lips against mine in a deep kiss, his arms still around me, still holding me against him

As he rolls his hips into me, plunging his cock so deep inside, I lift mine up meeting his thrusts

He takes my hand, lacing our fingers, laying our clasped hands on the bed, squeezing softly

God, he's fucking everything, everything I could ever need and want

And so much more

I love him so fucking much, it's insane

Every move gets me closer, the feel of him opening me, filling me, pleasuring me, so fucking intense

"Hongjoong", I moan

"Cum for me baby", he murmurs

I do, pleasure running all over, squeezing his cock over and over, calling his name softly

"So good jagi", he says softly, "My baby girl. My love"

He moves my arms around his neck, turning me to him, his body against mine

He moves my leg over his hip, holding my thigh tightly as he kisses my lips

I fall into him, into the feeling of his cock plunging inside, still giving me so much bliss

"One more for me jagi", he murmurs before kissing me again

I move my fingers in his hair, tugging softly, pressing down on his cock every time he slides back in

His hand moves down my body, thumb playing with my clit, sending more pleasure through my body

"Yeah baby", he groans between kisses to my neck, "Throb harder for me. Cum on my cock. I need to feel your pussy clench around me"

His thumb flicks my clit just as his head hits my spot, stars blasting in my eyes as I call his name, orgasming

"Yes jagi, Jo, yes", he moans, his face in my neck, sheathing his cock inside me, throbbing, his hot cum filling me to the brim

God it feels so fucking good when he cums, prolonging my pleasure too, both of us shaking in each other's arms

"I love you", I whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead

"I love you", he says, cuddling into me after pulling out, keeping my leg against him

I snuggle against him, wrapping my arms around him, playing with his hair

After a few minutes, I hear his even breathing, realizing he fell asleep

I just smile, kiss his cheek, and keeping him in my arms, I close my eyes, waiting for sleep

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Shutting off the shower, I open the door, grabbing a towel

Hongjoong left already to work on the new songs for the new album

He was so quiet, the only give away that he was leaving was a kiss to my cheek

I woke up like half an hour ago and went right into the shower as my legs were covered in his dry cum

I still need to change the sheets but I'll do that after I make cofee and wake up more

Wrapping the towel around me, I step out of the shower, getting another towel, wrapping it around my hair

Turning to the mirror, I whisper, "What the fuck?"

In the fog on the mirror is the word, "Run" over and over

Like a fucking horror movie

"Hongjoong!", I yell, wondering if he came back and is fucking with me

There's no answer

I open the bathroom door, walking into the bedroom, looking for him

He's not here

Getting my cell phone, I text him, "Where are you?"

Taking my phone in the bathroom, I wipe the mirror then dry myself off and brush my hair

Back in my room, I put on clean pj's, my phone going off

"I'm in the studio jagi. Is everything ok?"

So he's really not here, he didn't write that shit on the mirror

Who the fuck did then?

I'm so not awake for this shit

Coffee first, freak out later

Going down the stairs, I get into the kitchen and start the coffee machine, putting a mug on the counter

Getting my Instagram open, I scroll through my feed as I wait for the coffee

Suddenly I hear a door opening and I turn to the cabinets

Again

One is hanging open again

Hongjoong is not here so I know he's not doing this

Maybe the cabinets are old and need to be fixed?

Just then, the door to the cabinet next to the open one slowly opens

I swallow, the sight and sound of the creaking so creepy

Next the dishwasher opens by itself too

Ok what the fuck?

I go and slam the cabinets closed and close the dishwasher

The coffee machine goes off and I walk back to turn it off

As I reach out for my mug, it starts moving

By itself

I watch in complete shock as the mug slides across the counter top then tumbles over the edge, smashing into pieces on the floor

What the fuck did I just see?

Did that really happen?

No it didn't

There has to be water on the counter and that's why it slid

It didn't do it by itself

Suddenly the refrigerator doors slam open and I shriek, my hand over my heart

Is this...place haunted?

No it can't be

Hongjoong would of told me if it was or if anything weird was happening

Maybe I'm just tired

I suddenly hear a whisper and I whip my head around looking for someone

No one is there

The whispers get louder and a huge weight suddenly falls on my shoulder, like someone is grabbing me

I yell, turning and slapping the air

"What the fuck!", I roar in the empty room, "Who the fuck is there?"

I'm not scared, I'm fucking angry

"Who's there!", I yell, walking around the room

Looking to the hallway, I stop in my tracks, my heart in my throat

A girl is standing on the threshold of the kitchen and the hallway

She's wearing a floor length old timey white dress, her long black hair framing her face

Her dark eyes are piercing, staring right at me, her face stoic

She's taller than me and she's quiet, giving off a menacing vibe

I raise my eyebrows, staring at her back

I wait a minute for her to say something but she doesn't

"Who the fuck are you?", I snap

Why is this girl in my house?

And how did she get in here?

Did she break in?

As she stands there not answering me and pissing me off more, I notice her face changing

Her skin shrivels, her eyes sinking in, her nose falling off

Her lips recede, just her teeth showing

Skin is peeling off her face, her hair falling out in clumps as she becomes more skeletal, the whispers I was hearing before becoming deafening

My mouth drops, shrieking, "What the fuck?"

She smiles then disappears

What the actual fuck?

What was that?

Was that an actual ghost?

It can't be, there can't be a ghost here

Ghosts aren't real, are they?

I'm just tired

I'm imagining things

I have to be

Everything is going perfectly, there cannot be a ghost fucking things up

Maybe it was just a one time thing and it's over now

Shaking my head and shoving the experience out of my head, I go to the closet by the kitchen, taking out the broom to sweep up the broken mug

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In the Heart of the Flames Chapter 10 (NSFWish)

Synopsis: Jinjer has a serious talk with Kid, along with some serious flirting. She also shares her backstory.

Additional Tags: AFABReader, She/Her Pronouns, past violence, past child abuse, past domestic violence, murder, fire, mdni, NSFW content is just mentioning a clothed erect penis (tagged it to be safe)

WC: 5900k+ (sorry it's a longer one, couldn't find a good place to break)

Available on AO3 (can't get it to link)

                         You awoke to the weight shift in the bed and heard voices in the hallway. You rubbed your eyes and saw Killer talking to kid. They were talking softly when they noticed you.

                         “Hey, songbird. Since you’re awake. What’s your name?” Kid asked as he stood next to you.

                         “Hmmm…oh yeah, the concussion questions. My name is Jinjer,” you said sleepily.

                         “Who am I and who’s he?” Kid asked.

                         “You’re Kid and that is Killer,” you answered.

                         “Good girl,” the captain said as he kissed your forehead and headed out of the room.

                         “I’m gonna stay with you for a while. You need to use the bathroom or anything?” Killer said.

                         “Yeah, might as well,” you said as he gently helped you up and walked you to the toilet, left the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

                         He helped you back into bed once done and took Kid’s spot next to you over the covers. You wrapped your arms around him and snuggled into his side.

                         “We found him, alive. Papas and Quince are working on him now. We’ll let you know when you can see him,” he said as he stroked your head.

                         “Quincy said he would be in bad shape. Be honest…did he try to kill himself?” you asked as you squeezed him tighter.

                         “Hon, none of this was your fault. His injuries were not self inflicted. He was jumped. He fought back though. His fists were pretty banged up and there were two charred bodies around h

im,” Killer explained.

                         “Why were there charred bodies?” you asked.

                         “Heat didn’t explain…it’s not my place to tell you. Let’s say he can manipulate fire,” Killer said.

                         “Oh OK,” you yawned.

                         “Get some sleep hon. I’ll wake you in a few hours to ask you more questions,” he said.

                         “OK, goodnight Kil,” you said. This was the first time you called him Kil. It usually took a year or two for him to be OK with someone calling him that, but with you he couldn’t help but smile under his mask. You fell back asleep not long after.

                         You awoke again a few hours later for another switch. Wire took Killer’s spot. His cloak and bladed necklace off, along with his boots.

                         “Hi sweetheart. What’s my name and what structure are you in?” he asked.

                         “You’re Wire and I’m on the Victoria Punk,” you said as you stretched and you heard the tall man chuckle.

                         ‘What?” you asked.

                         “Kil must really like you.”

                         “What makes you say that?”

                         “He left lipstick on your forehead.”

                         “Huh?” You got up and stumbled to the bathroom, Wire helped to stabilize you.

                         You looked in the mirror and saw a purple lipstick kiss mark on your forehead.

                         “He wears lipstick under the mask?” you asked.

                         “Yes, eyeliner too. Only Kid, Heat, Papas, and I have seen his face.”

                         “Oh, wow,” you replied as you stumbled back to the bed and Wire helped you crawl back in.

                         “Can I get underneath?” he asked as he lifted the blankets on the other side.

                         You nodded, eyes half open and crawled on top of him once he was in.

                         “Make yourself as comfortable as you need,” he chuckled.

                         Your legs straddled his waist while your torso laid across his and your arms wrapped around him. Your head settled in the crook of his neck. He wrapped one arm across your back and stroked your head with the other.

                         “I’m glad you are alright. Heat is too,” you jerked your head up to look at him.

                         “He is sleeping now. He lost a lot of blood but his wounds are surprisingly minimal. He had two stab wounds that caused most of the blood loss. He was calling for you when we found him. He passed out after we told him you were safe,” he explained.

                         “I’m so happy he’s alive,” you said as you began to cry into Wire’s chest.

                         “It’s alright. He’s strong, he’ll recover. Papas found that you were both drugged. You with a custom stimulant that heightened your irritability and put you in almost a rage state, or at least your equivalent of a rage state. Heat was given a large dose of depressants to counteract the anti-depressants Papas has him on and they heightened his depression,” Wire explained.

                         “How?” you asked.

                         “We suspect the bartender. She’s the only one who had access to yours and Heat’s drinks to be able to get the drugs in and make sure it was going in the right drinks. We were on the Punk the rest of the time,” he said.

                         “Why would she do that? I’ve known her for years,” you said.

                         “Oswald. He hired thugs to grab you and we suspect hired more to take out Heat.”

                         “Of course he would,” you said with a sigh.

                         “Get some more rest. I’ll wake you for breakfast.”

                         You dozed off again while you listened to the steady beat of Wire’s heart as he stroked your head.

                         You awoke again another handful of hours later.

                         “Sweetheart, you want some breakfast?” you heard Wire whisper to you.

                         “Hmm…breakfast already?” you asked as you wiped your mouth and then realized you drooled all over Wire’s chest.

                         “It’s alright, Heat drools too. So does Kid. And yes, breakfast is ready. Can you walk to the mess?”

                         “Maybe? I could barely walk to the bathroom earlier. My head is still kinda fuzzy,” you replied.

                         “Not a problem,” he said as he sat up with you and pointed to his back. You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso. He gave you a piggy back ride to the mess while he asked you more questions to check you concussion.

                         It was noisy as usual and you heard Kid’s telltale laugh. You focused and saw a blue haired figure at your usual table, an IV stand next to him.

                         “Heat?” you called as Wire reached the table.

                         “Hey, love,” he smiled at you. His face had multiple bruises and a few cuts. His right arm and torso were bandaged from the shoulder down and the the arm was bound snug against his chest. Both of his fists were bandaged too.

                         Your heart raced at seeing him. Tears of happiness flowed down your cheeks as you saw he was alive with your own eyes. His smile was like a cure-all, as long as you got to see that you knew you would be OK.

                         Wire placed you next to Heat and you immediately gave him a needy kiss. He groaned but didn’t pull away. His free hand reached up and caressed your face and wiped a few of the tears.

                         “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean any of those nasty things I said last night! Can you ever forgive me?” you pleaded as you locked eyes with him. He gave you a sweet smile and moved some strands of your hair behind your ear.

                         “Of course I can. I knew it wasn’t like you to act that way, but I was drugged too and couldn’t respond the way I should have,” he replied and then noticed the partially smeared purple lipstick on your forehead. He pointed to it and chuckled as he looked at Killer.

                         “What can I say? She’s adorable when she sleeps,” Killer said.

                         “Yeah, she fuckin drools like you too, Heat,” Kid added.

                         “You too asshole,” Heat jokingly bit back at his captain.

                         Everyone had a good laugh while Papas and Quincy brought food for you and Heat. Breakfast went by like you had gotten used to, almost like nothing happened the night before. You and Heat took your time eating. You found you couldn’t keep your hands off of him, it was like you were subconsciously making sure this was real. Your free hand rested on his leg and drew soothing circles while he would lean over and give you sweet kisses on your temple.

                         Papas and Wire took Heat back to the med bay after breakfast so the doctor could check his vitals and make sure the chemicals were out of his system before he returned to his normal meds.

                         “Kid, can I talk to you before you head out?” You asked him.

                         “Yeah, lets go talk songbird,” he offered his hand and then squatted and carried you like Wire did. Normally you thought this would be embarrassing but right now you enjoyed the close touch of some of your favorite people. He brought you to the lounge and cleared out the few crew members who were hanging out. He sat next to you on the half-moon couch your group usually occupied.

                         “What would I have to do to join your crew?” you asked quickly, you didn’t want to chicken out so you just blurted it out.

                         “You wanna be a pirate?” he replied with a furrowed eyebrow-less brow.

                         “I uh…I want to continue to be with the Kid Pirates. I’ve grown very attached to you all and after last night, I realized…” you found it hard to put your feelings to words. You couldn’t properly convey how being with this crew made you feel.

                         He hooked his finger under your chin to make you look at him.

                         “You’re in love with Heat,” his face was stoic, like he was studying you.

                         “Yes. Along with feeling like you all are supposed to be in my life. I can’t really explain it. I want to spend time sailing, fighting enemies, laughing, and living with you all,” you said, your eyes pleaded with him, you didn’t think your heart could take it if he said no.

                         His thumb gently stroked your chin as his eyes studied you for what you assumed was any deception.

                         “You are positive? You have a family?” he asked, his voice calm.

                         “Yes. I finally realized that they are safer without me. Since Oswald has shown himself, I am a bigger target than I was before. I can’t bring him to their doorstep,” you said, your face serious. He gave you a nod of acceptance of that answer.

                         “I need to know that you will stick by Heat. I don’t think Killer, Wire and I could emotionally or physically deal with the fallout if you decide he was just a fling,” you could hear the pain in his voice as he protected his friend.

                         “I’ve never in my life felt this way. I felt my heart begin to shatter last night at the thought of him being dead. If I wasn’t so disoriented last night, I would have joined you in your cries of pain,” you said as you cupped his cheek.

                         He took a deep breath before he released your chin, removed your hand from his cheek, and held it in his hand.

                         “I need to tell you a few things about Heat before I agree. If you change your mind after I tell you, I will forget we ever had this conversation and we will help you in whatever way we can to deal with Oswald. We’ll stay until he is gone,” he carefully explained.

                         “Understood,” you responded. In the brief moments between your response and him speaking, you brain went into overdrive on what he could possibly tell you. You took a deep breath to calm your thoughts so you could hear the truth of the man you loved.

                         “The Heat you know is pretty laid back and can even be shy sometimes. He’s one of the most loyal people I know and will always have our backs. I already told you about his depression and I think if this works out, you will be the best medicine for him. We all fuckin’ care about him, but we are just not capable of giving him what he really needs, gentle compassion. Though I think we all need that here if I’m to be honest,” he paused and took a deep breath before he continued.

                         “The other thing about Heat is that he is the ships interrogation specialist, along with Wire. Kil and I get our hands dirty too, but Heat and Wire are the experts. He is like a completely different person when he’s working. It’s almost like he’s possessed and relishes in his work. The both of them are alluring to watch if you have the stomach for it, but I realize it can be fuckin’ intense and or disturbing for a lot of people,” he explained while he watched your face for any hint of fear or disgust.

                         You knew the purposes of the types of interrogation Kid was talking about. You knew that becoming a pirate meant a hard and difficult life with blood, violence, and sacrifice. You took a deep breath before you looked Kid straight in his amber eyes and spoke without hesitation or fear.

                         “Any enemy of the Kid Pirates deserves whatever bloody and brutal fate they have coming to them,” you replied, your tone was absolute; your face was firm and determined. He studied you for a moment before his eyes lightened and he mumbled a “fuck” under his breath as he palmed himself.

                         “You have quite the dark side songbird,” his tone was dark and the gravel in it came out as a purr.

                         “You have no idea what I am capable of doing to those who deserve it. I will treat threats to the Kid Pirates the same way as threats to Bea, her kids, and my sisters,” your reply was unforgiving.

                         Kid squeezed your hand and let out a deep growl. You could see the lust building within him, but he was good at keeping it at bay. The smirk on his face reminded you of a demon. Dark eyes filled with lust and a hint of mischievousness.

                         “You save that desire for later, captain. You and Heat still owe me that viewing session but I would also like to fuck Heat’s brains out before we or I involve the rest of you,” you replied with an equally devilish smirk. You slid your hand from his and ran it dangerously close to his cock.

                          You no longer felt you needed to guard your heart from falling in love with Heat or with how much you cared for this crew. They had cracked the hard shell you placed on your heart and there was no turning back. All Kid had to do was say yes.

                         “Oh, Heat and I have been planning, songbird. We now just need to wait for his shoulder to heal up some. Welcome to the Kid Pirates Jinjer,” he smirked as his hand covered yours on his thigh, ready to move it if needed.

                         “I look forward to your show. I can’t wait to see my new captain on full display,” you said as you bit your lip. His hand squeezed yours again and he let out small groan.

                         “You’re gonna be soakin’ your panties, songbird. I can’t wait,” he smirked.

                         “You’ve made an excellent decision captain. I want to tell Heat myself before the whole crew knows. So if you could keep those crimson lips shut for a bit longer I would appreciate it,” you replied. The sweetness had returned to your voice.

                         “Don’t wait too long, I’ll need to get some things prepped,” he smiled.

                         You weren’t sure if he was talking about your lodging or solidify plans with Heat.

                         “I’m gonna go talk to him now. I’ll let you know when I’m done. Thanks Captain,” you said as you leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He jerked for a second due to the surprise, but then cupped your face and leaned into the kiss. You were surprised at the sudden tenderness the loud red-head was capable of.

                         “You can kiss me like that anytime you want songbird,” he smiled.

                         “I’ll keep that in mind. Can you walk me back to Heat’s room?” you asked.

                         “Absolutely.,” he said as he helped you up and pulled your arm into his and escorted you out of the lounge.

                         Heat sat on the stool behind his easel. His free hand touched the canvas in front of him as he smiled at the painting he had been working on for weeks. When he saw you enter with Kid he flipped it around and watched the two of you with a smirk.

                         “Thanks,” you said to Kid and gave him a soft kiss that was too short for the captain and he leaned farther to keep his lips pressed to yours.

                         “Oh, anytime songbird,” he smirked at you then turned to his friend, “She’s all yours Heat. Shit is she feisty,” he chuckled then sucked his breath in as you lightly trailed your fingers along his erection.

                         “See you later Kid,” you winked as he turned and left.

                         You heard him shudder and release a slow “fuck” before he walked out of view. You walked to Heat and nestled yourself in between his legs and wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a deep kiss. His good arm wrapped around you and you could feel his bound arm struggle to try to get to you.

                         “I see you’ve gotten close with Kid,” he smiled as he kissed your neck.

                         “I was just thanking OUR Captain for the conversation we had,” you said as you ran your fingers through Heat’s hair as he continued to kiss your neck.

                         “What did you talk…wait…OUR?” he pulled away and looked at you confused.

                         “He agreed to let me join the crew,” you said with a huge smile.

                         “What? Are you sure?” he asked shocked.

                         “I am 100% sure. After last night I realized my family is safer without me and I can’t live without you,” you said as you placed your hand over his bound chest where his heart was. He took it and kissed your bruised and cut up knuckles. You put up a hell of a fight before you got knocked out.

                         “Oh, love, that just made me the happiest man in the world,” you had never seen him smile so wide. His eyes began to well with tears.

                         Heat didn’t know what to do. He loved you so completely but he never thought he would get to have you, permanently. He was overwhelmed with happiness.

                         “Oh, baby, don’t cry. I think we’ve done enough of that to last a long while. Kid’s condition of me joining is that I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me and I didn’t give it a second thought,” you smiled and kissed him again.

                         When he pulled away his face was sad and he stroked your cheek.

                         “I want nothing more,” he said as he brought his other hand to cup your other cheek, “but I’m broken. I’m not good. I’ve done, and will continue to do some very bad things,” he confessed. Your hands cupped both sides of his jaw and his hand moved to rest on your hip.

                         “You’re talking about being the ships torture and interrogation expert?” you asked softly. He nodded.

                         “And you think that because you enjoy your duties it makes you a bad person?” you added. Your eyes were kind and you held no judgment in your face.

                         “How do you know about that?” he asked, his voice was quiet.

                         “Kid told me when I asked to join. He said you have a very dark side when it comes to interrogating enemies of the Kid Pirates,” you explained, still no judgment in your tone.

                         “Oh…see I’m not good,” his eyes dropped, but you refused to let him drop his head.

                         “You’re perfect, Heat. I’ll tell you the same thing I told Kid. Any enemy of the Kid Pirates deserves whatever bloody and brutal fate they have coming to them. I know none of the Kid Pirates are Saints. This is a violent world and sometimes we have to do unpleasant things. I judge you based on how you treat me and those we care about. I’m broken too and have some dark things in my past and I assume my future, that will stay with me. If you don’t mind then I think we are good,” you said calmly and looked into his eyes with nothing but love.

                         “I…I don’t know what to say,” he mumbled. His face was filled with a combination of shock and happiness.

                         Your thumbs slid over his Glasgow Smile scars and you leaned down.

                         “Say you’ll let me be yours,” you said as your lips hovered over his.

                         “Yes…of course, yes,” he said enthusiastically and pressed his lips to yours. His kiss was hungry and impatient, never settling in one spot. He just wanted you, any part of you he could touch.

                         “How long until you’re well enough to participate in some vigorous activity?” you asked with a small gasp as his teeth nibbled a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

                         “I can’t use my right arm extensively, but the rest of me works just fine and I’m sure if I had someone helping me then I would feel even better,” he explained as he continued to ravish your neck and lips.

                         “Oh don’t worry baby, I’ll do all the work,” you said as you leaned over and nibbled his ear.

                         “I want nothing more than to devour you but, this is my last bag of fluids. We’ve gotta wait until it’s done. Can you wait an hour or so?” he replied as his breath became ragged.

                         “I’ve been waiting months baby. An hour won’t kill me,” you cooed in his ear.

                         “Fuck,” he whispered and gave a small moan. He ran his free hand down your scarred arm as his lips met yours. He gently pulled away and glanced at the burns.

                         “Love, there is one more thing I need to tell you, or ask you,” he said as he tried to calm his lust.

                         “Anything,” you said as you looked him in the eyes.

                         His free hand glided over your burn scars and then he brought your hand to his lips and kissed your fingers.

                         “I breathe fire. Not like a circus performer, but like I have a flamethrower in my mouth. That is my main form of combat, though I am a swordsman as well. Will that be a problem?” he asked tentatively.

                         “Nothing about you could change my mind. Fire doesn't bother me, but now it makes sense as to why Kil said that there were two charred bodies when they found you,” you said as you smiled at him.

                         “Yeah, they tried to get me from the front,” he said, “those two were done immediately. Another jumped on my back and that’s who stabbed me. He got away but not before I beat the shit outta him. He had two more with him. One was unscathed but I got the other with fire too.”

                         You smiled at him and kissed his forehead before you took a deep breath.

                         “Since we have an hour or so to kill, let me tell you how I got these,” you said as you gently pulled him off the stool.

                         “Love, you don’t have to if you’re not ready,” he said as he released your hand and moved his IV stand over and got onto the bed.

                         “I’m ready, and it’s relevant to what is happening now with Oswald. Can I play with your hair while I tell the story though. I need to keep myself busy while I talk,” you asked.

                         “Anything for you love,” he said as he pulled over one of the chairs and sat it against the bed. He took a seat while you grabbed his brush. You positioned yourself behind him on the bed; your left leg draped over his shoulder. He began to gently stroke your shin and your right leg curled under his right shoulder and the lower part settled on his stomach.

                         “My real name is unimportant now, but my father was a very wealthy merchant who was striving to become a noble. He’s the one who cared about his name and his legacy, not me. I was the first born. He was mad that I wasn’t a boy and punished my mother,” you explained as you slowly brushed the small knots out of his long blue hair.

                         Heat didn’t say a word, he sat and let you tell your story.

                         “I was an infant so of course I had no idea what was going on, but I know how he acted towards my mother and me as I got older. I don’t remember my father ever playing with me, holding me, or even smiling at me. I was punished for being born and my mother was punished for bearing me,” you worked the next set of knots out.

                         “He never sexually assaulted us, just beat us. Below the neck of course so his disgusting friends, which included Oswald’s father, wouldn’t see his beaten women. The only time he stopped beating my mother was when she finally fell pregnant again. He couldn’t hurt his potential son. It took my mother 10 years to conceive again after me. She of course got blamed for that too,” you moved to the next chunk of hair. He continued to idly rub your leg.

                         “When Lyla was born, he was furious again. Since my mother was going to be on bed rest anyway, he beat her pretty bad. Broken cheek bone, dislocated jaw, black eyes on top of the bruises on her torso. I feared what he would do to Lyla so I would hide her while he was awake and I got beat for not telling him where she was. Riley was born 2 years after Lyla and you bet, he was mad again,” you started on the last section of hair to brush.

                         “At only 2 years old, Lyla knew she needed to protect Riley so she helped hide her when my father came looking. With both sisters missing, I took the beating for three, regularly. A little over 2 years after Riley was born my mother fell pregnant again. This time with twins. She got her pregnancy reprieve until she gave birth. Marguerite and Cooper were born. My father was ecstatic to finally get his boy. He cared less that my mother died in childbirth with them. He said, ‘at least the cow gave me my son before her pathetic body gave out,’” Heat gently squeezed your legs like a hug.

                         “We got somewhat of a reprieve for a few years. He had his boy so he mostly ignored the rest of us. Then…the sickness hit. It was fast moving and seemed to spread at random. It took a portion of the people in the city which included Bea’s husband, two of her children, several of our staff members…”

                         “And Cooper,” Heat finally spoke. It was a gravelly whisper.

                         “Yeah,” you sighed and began to braid small sections.

                         “We were getting beaten while we had to mourn the loss of our beloved little brother, Marguerite her twin, along with the staff that us kids considered family. Bea was the one pretty much raising us anyway. During all of this, I had made friends with a boy close to my age. He was what my father would have called a commoner, but I called him my friend. His name was Henry. He was my respite away from my home. He taught me how to use a sword and some basic combat moves. He was the son of a town guard and had plans to be one too. When we were old enough, we became friends with benefits and were each others firsts. He’ll be relevant shortly,” you sighed again and laid a gentle kiss to the top of Heat’s head.

                         “Two years after Cooper died I took a chance on a Marine Captain that had come to town and told him of the abuse. He followed me home with feigned concern and was easily bribed by my father and went on like nothing happened. That was the first time my father ever beat me above the neck. He just told his friends that I was clumsy and got kicked in the face by a horse,” Heat squeezed your legs again.

                         “When I was 18 my father entered me into an arranged marriage with Oswald. His family were lower nobles and my father was a successful merchant. Oswald's family would gain contacts, assets, merchandise, etc. My father would finally get the status he oh so coveted, along with a replacement son in Oswald,” you said as you tried to keep your braiding loose to not accidentally pull out Heat’s hair.

                         “Oswald was just as bad as my father. He thought of me as nothing more than a thing to provide him heirs and a pretty toy. He beat me like my father did when I was too opinionated. Luckily since we weren’t married I continued to stay at home, where I could protect my sisters. On nights where I was ordered to stay the night at Oswald’s family estate, Bea would whisk the girls away, using the excuse that she needed the young hands to help her,” you took a deep breath.

                         “Finally I had enough when I was 20. I began to slowly store expensive items from around the house in a few storage areas around town. My father never noticed. Within 6 months I had sold or stashed most of the valuable items I had taken and replaced them with cheap knockoffs. The last things were from his office and I’d get them soon. Henry secretly got Bea, her kids, and my sisters out of the house and snuck in 6 cadavers. One Bea sized and the rest the size of the kids. I confronted my father. Told him what a pathetic excuse for a man he was and only weak sad little men would think beating children and an already beaten wife was acceptable. We fought, physically and his old, fat, pampered body was no match for my young and practiced one,” you took another deep breath as you continued to braid. Your voice was flat and almost cold.

                         “I stabbed him in his chest and he watched as I repeatedly stabbed and beat the shit out of him. When his breathing stopped finally, I continued to beat him. 20 years of rage came out of me and I did some very brutal things to his body. I looted his office and then set fire to the house. That’s how I got these,” you pointed to the burn scars.

                         “I fell on my way out and managed to get myself up and out. Henry found me and brought me to safety where Bea nursed me back. I wasn’t a suspect initially, but when they realized there was a Jinjer sized body missing, they made me the number one suspect. I planned it that way. My father was so obsessed with his name and legacy, that I needed to ruin it, forever. He wasn’t going to go down like a martyr for his scummy friends. He will always be known as the man who had the crazy daughter who killed her family and then burned down the their home. A daughter he refused to send to a sanitarium. Our family name will be used with ridicule and as a cautionary tale, until the name fades into obscurity,” you took a huge sigh and finished the braid you were working on.

                         “If your family name is trashed, how come Oswald is still after you?” he asked quietly and kissed your shin.

                         “Oswald is deranged. If he can’t have his toy, no one can. He’d use his contacts to change my name and just use me to produce his children. He would make up some story about how his poor wife is sickly and he would never want to cause her harm, or some bullshit like that. I know he’s not done looking for me. He will try again and I’m afraid for Bea and the kids,” you said as you laid a kiss to the top of his head.

                         “We’ll make sure he doesn’t touch them,” he said with a crack to his voice.

                         Heat reached behind him and pulled you off the bed and signaled to sit on his good thigh. His eyes were welled up and he had tear streaks down his face. You had long processed your trauma, mostly. Retelling the story of your past didn’t upset you anymore, but seeing him cry for you made your eyes well up too.

                         He pulled you into his chest and held you tight and ignored the pain his wounds caused him.

                         “I am so sorry that happened to you. You have endured so much. I am so proud of how strong you are,” he whispered.

                         “Thank you. My family is finally safe from the abuse of my father and I’m finally happy. That’s what matters, right?” you added.

                         “Right,” he agreed and kissed your cheek.

                         He got up and moved the chair back and laid down in bed. You cuddled up to him the best you could. You pointed to the ceiling.

                         “What are those for? Wire has similar ones in his room,” you asked as you pointed out the reinforced beams and hooks and pulleys.

                         He gave you a devilish grin, “You’ll see what those are for when Kid and I give you our show.”

                         “Oh, so they’re a sex thing?” you asked.

                         “They can be, not always though.”

                         “Well, I look forward to it then.”

                         The two of you rested for a little while. You took in his campfire scent and let it relax you. His deep steady breaths helped to regulate your own. He made you feel safe, always.

                         Kid stopped by and you told him that it was alright to tell the crew now. He said something about a party and that he’d talk to you about it later.

                         A while later Papas came in and removed the IV from Heat and gave both of you a check up. You vaguely asked about strenuous activity, but he knew exactly what you were asking about. He sighed and said it was OK as long as you both knew your mobility and physical limits at the current time. He left and came back a few minutes later with a pocketful of condoms and said he’d talk to you about birth control for you later. He had it on the ship for the other menstruating crew members if they wanted it. You agreed and would find him that afternoon.

                         “Let me know when you are done so I can make sure you didn’t pop any stitches, Heat” he sighed as he undid the bandages that held his arm in place and covered his torso.

                         Heat had gauze that covered the top part of his right pectoral muscle, just below his collarbone. Papas removed most of the bandages over his chest since they were just to contain his arm. He wrapped the top of Heat’s chest along his collarbone to firmly hold the gauze in place. He reiterated to take it easy and to not push through pain. Heat smiled at having movement in his right arm again even if it was limited as he could already feel the tug of pain as he tried to move it a few different ways. You could still work with that.

[crisalidaseason]

more of Levi being a dad? like his daughter likes someone and Levi becomes protective and gives the don't hurt my daughter talk

>>It's okay if you don't want though<<

I'm so so so so sorry I took so long!

Dad!Levi x Daughter!Reader

Prompt: Levi with a daughter that has a crush on someone.

Tags and content warning: Levi being a paranoid dad, Hange being a menace. Reader's crush is not specified. Reader uses she/her pronouns and it's implied to be a teenager (nothing else is specified)

People think Levi doesn't pay attention or notice anything that is not related to the missions, but they are so wrong. Levi is a wonderful observer, noticing changes of behavior in everyone. He just doesn't give enough of a fuck.

That means he finds really odd when you're suddenly coming to the headquarters a bit too often with excuses like "I'm paying my dad a little visit" or "bringing hange some pastries they love". It's not like he doesn't appreciate you visiting, but you were never a fan of the military headquarters.

Hange was the first to put the spark of paranoia on his mind. "Hmmm, she's always coming during the cadets training hours" or "is she wearing make-up? Is that a new dress?". He tried not to think about but it was impossible, so one day he decided to join one of the training sessions.

He spotted you watching the training on the second floor and like the hawk eye he is, Levi followed your gaze and saw a specific soldier. A scrawny one who was also a disaster. Now Levi had nothing against you courting people but he knew soldiers were the worst, he would have to give that soldier the talk.

The poor soldier didn't even know who grabbed him by the neckline of his shirt. All he could see was the intimidating 1,60m man pinning him to the wall.

"you've caught my baby girl's attention, how dare you?"

"what do you mean you don't know who I'm talking about?"

When Levi finally let's the poor soldier go, they just run away traumatized. And when you find out about it you wanna die so bad from embarrassment. You have to explain the old man that you were crushing from afar and Levi just traumatized a kid for nothing.

Safe to say that he now asks you, awkwardly, if your romantic interests are aware of your feelings before threatening them. To be honest he intimidates them anyway and the poor soldier thinks it's just gratuitous hate from Captain Levi.

If you end up getting a date with your crush, Levi will be worried the entire time you're getting ready. He's asking you a million times if it's safe, giving you another pocket knife 'just in case', also giving you a strange concoction Hange made (something with lots of pepper).

When your date comes to pick you up he makes sure to take them aside and very calmly say "if you hurt her, I will rip your limbs off one by one and feed you your own toes".

If your crush ends up not being nice, expect Levi to just make them disappear. Don't ask me details, I don't know what happens.

If you have a nice partner, then he will test them infinitely. Test their loyalty, their strength, the way they make tea (Levi finds everyone's abilities with brewing tea atrocious).

He genuinely thinks nobody is good enough for you, but deep down Levi is scared that he's gonna die and nobody will take care of you. He wants you to have a real partner just in case death finally takes him.

Isn't he such a cute dad? A little pinscher.

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I am so so not gonna rb that john post bc of how it frames John caring so much about Sam & not Dean & such shallow take on John overall in general but i wanted to tell you how immaculate and on points your tags were.

I don't know why it's a war (i know why & you can see which side of fandom is shaping it as if John was attending to Sam 24/7 taking him on freaking themeparks every weekend) it's frustrating & upsetting. Let's not forget that in his last living moments John he was telling Dean he gotta kill Sam. Like this guy would've killed Sam unlike Dean. But hey, Sam had such loving tender father figure who cherished him. Anyway sorry for the ramble. I rarely see someone actually acknowledging that there's NOT supposed to be a competition but minimizing Sam's abuse and suffering is very common here bc they gotta remove Sam from the story in one way or another. I even consider myself a big john lover just bc how flawed but layered and damaged he was but he wasnt a good father for Sam either. He did NOTHING for Sam. Hell it was even Dean who carried Sam out of the fire. It was Dean saving and cherishing Sam, not John. I mean, I don't think there's an argument that he loved them both but that doesn't change how be treated them BOTH

Thank you❤️ 100% in agreement with you. This fandom can be a little exhausting at times as we all know and I generally try to stay out of that kind of discourse, but sometimes stuff like it slips in my feed and I just get so frustrated and I can't help myself. It's always nice to know there's other people that understand that the whole battle thing is just pointless.

And trauma fighting aside, even, it's such a bad take on its own. Like, not only are you completely erasing Sam's whole story and character (which is pretty much a capital crime, really), you are actually doing such a disservice to Dean! It removes so much complexity and nuance from his character, and only adds to the whole boring Dean woobification syndrome where he's the only one that suffered and is alone in the world and no one understands him (except, maybe hmmm I wonder…). Like Dean didn't have Sam suffering right there by his side. Like it wasn't the two of them against the world (which John was a central pillar of). Like all of that isn't such an integral part of why they are so intrinsically intertwined, which is what makes Dean Dean and Sam Sam and drives the whole damn show! You can't say you love Dean and try to remove his actual bond with Sam or reduce it to some kind of fanonized parentified-child/golden-child guilt trap. Because that's not it at all. And if they think that, they don't know Dean it all.

And I agree with you about John. I don't hate him (and JDM made me love him, even, with the way he portrayed him), but I can also be hard on him sometimes because he does have a lot of faults and he is abusive and it's very recognizable. But it's in a very realistic way where he isn't truly a bad person. That's part of his complexity as a character and why he's interesting. Like, someone can be loving and intend to do well and have a lot of great attributes, and also a total fucking mess and abusive and a kind of shitty parent at the same time. John may have tried, but he did utterly fail them in as many ways as he overall kept them safe and cared for them. It's fascinating because in those situations children tend to be pulled between loving that parent and wanting their approval and affectio , and also being resentful and hurt and angry, and both sets of feelings are totally valid. I think the show captures that really well with the way the boys react and develop as characters themselves. Villainizing John is as reductive as erasing Sam's canon history.

[kittynomsdeplume]

OC Tag Game

Oooh, thanks for the tag @cleverblackcat. I'm not sure what's gonna shake out here, as I don't really plan my OC's out very well. They sort of slowly emerge as their story grows, so all of them are very much works in progress still. A few of them have started to show distinct personalities though. I'm going to focus mostly on Dragon Age OC's, since they are the ones I'm writing pretty exclusively these days.

Tagging: @knuttydraws | @raflesia65 | @inquisitoracorn | @retrowondergirl | @thedastrash | @charlatron | @charmcity-jess | @amarmeme | @inky-does-art | @spooky-daggers

Favorite OC: This is basically akin to asking me who my favourite LI is and I really don't know how to choose! I like them all for different reasons. I think I do have a soft spot of Evelyn Trevelyan though, or a strong desire to keep her safe. Out of all my OC's, she's the only one that was not even remotely prepared to be a hero/leader/figurehead. Yes she was born into a noble family, but she was never going to be the head of it. She was shipped off in disgrace to the Circle at the age of 13 -- completely ruining her parents carefully orchestrated plans to marry her off for their own benefit. All my other OC's have spent a good majority of their lives already having to lead/protect/be responsible for others, but poor Evelyn's just so out of her depth. They're all pretty badass too - they can easily go toe to toe with an archdemon, or the arishok, or any adversary you throw at them. Evelyn would just get squished.

Newest OC: Hmm, I think that's probably Maxwell Trevelyan, who began really as just a generic name drop of an Inquisitor for Under Her Mask. He's grown though and I'm honestly a bit in love with the shithead 😆 Because he's brash and aggravating, but he's staunchly loyal to his friends and Blackwall's revelation broke his heart. I don't know if he will emotionally survive Solas' betrayal, not that I plan to write it, but you never know. I do enjoy writing him being cheeky with Cassandra. He might just continue to pop up in the further adventures of Solona and Cullen, so we'll see.

Oldest OC: Oh haha, hmmm that would be going back many, many years now. I think the first story I wrote that was a genuine foray into fan-fiction, was about Garthik the Meek. He was an orc that lived peacefully in his little hovel, deep in the forests of Yew, in the land of Britannia. He spent his days tending to his garden and frolicking with the forest animals that were his dear friends. Unfortunately however, one day he was set upon by a band of glory seeking adventurers, and his humble little life was tragically cut short 😞

Meanest OC: Oh, Enastarin without a doubt. He was tolerable to his companions when he was merely a spirit of Vanity, unable to help his shallow nature. Something dark emerged in him however when he left the Fade -- a jealous, competitive obsession with Solas. Despite his complete lack of empathy for others, Rin sees the true nature of everyone -- can reflect it with uncanny accuracy, which is why he is the most talented shape-shifter in Elvhenan. So he sees all the faults, doubts and weaknesses that Solas hides from others. He hates that everyone always looked to Solas over him. That Solas was always considered more competent, more powerful and wiser than him, and that Mythal openly favoured Solas above all others. It's a resentment that has festered in him, like a sour wound, for millennia. Naturally, in his immense pride, Solas doesn't take Rin seriously as a threat, and that's a blind spot Rin is more than happy to exploit.

Softest OC: Again, all my OC's have been pretty hardened by their life experience. They're all soft in their own ways, in the right circumstances, with the right people. Like, Solona is pathetically soft for Cullen, but don't ask her about Alistair 😬 Though, even that is complicated.

Sulahnean essentially cannot say no to Dorian. She tries to be firm, but if he gives her puppy eyes, she's done for. Which is not the sort of friendship she ever imagined she could have with a Tevinter nobleman of all things.

I don't know that Hawke is soft so much as brittle inside, though she's very good at putting up a tough exterior and ignoring her own feelings. Evelyn probably wins the soft category again, although Blackwall certainly caused her to harden her heart a little bit, but she's probably still the most forgiving.

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC: Probably Sulahnean Lavellan. Though its actually against her natural character and mostly due to circumstances. She was quite warm and gregarious amongst her Clan, but being surrounded by so many strange and hostile humans in Haven, and under their intense scrutiny, had her feeling very out of place and she drew inside herself as a defence mechanism. Then she was held up as this religious icon, an Andrastrian icon, and she was terrified to even be herself. Because how long was it going to be before she slipped up and acted too Dalish, or too outspoken for mage freedom, and got herself burned at the stake as a heretic? Slowly though, she began to forge bonds with others in the Inquisition, but after everything that happened with Cole and Solas, it damaged her ability to trust people at all. She's trying to work through it, to not close herself off entirely from others, but it's a struggle. Logically, she knows that most people have good intentions, but when the pain of betrayal is still so fresh, it's hard to not react instinctively with fear and doubt.

Dumbest (Affectionate) OC: Ok, well probably Marian Hawke. Not that she's truly stupid obviously, but she tends to act without thinking. And sure, she thrives in the havoc that ensues, and in some ways being so erratic puts her enemies on the backfoot, giving her the advantage then in being decisive, adaptable and quick-witted. So maybe she's actually a chaotic genius in the end! To the outside observer though, it just looks like sheer pandemonium, and without a doubt, she's shaved about ten years off the life of all her friends from the stress of being in her orbit. Though at least they've all learned to expect the unexpected and the more insane the plan seems, the more likely it is to actually turn out ok. Realistically though, Hawke just doesn't quit. Ever. Overcoming all obstacles through sheer stubbornness.

Smartest OC: Probably Sileahilan. Overall, she's very well rounded, possessing not just book smarts, but good social and emotional intelligence. She knows herself very well too, and has the good sense to know when she's wrong, or needs help. She also has a seemingly rare quality among other ancient elves, in that she learns from her mistakes 😂

OC I’d Be Friends With: Probably not Hawke and Max. I think they would exhaust me in a matter of minutes. And definitely not Enastarin, for very obvious reasons. But I think I could chill just fine with most of the others.

[steventhusiast]

favorite things tag game

i was tagged by sagey poo @cranberrymoons <3

autistic person tries to figure out what their favourites are in any category challenge.. i will do my best!

movie – GOD this is a hard question i will instead tell you my top 4 movies on my letterboxd profile.

everything everywhere all at once. duh. watched that movie like multiple times and cried every time too. room. such a sad movie (i love sad movies) and jacob tremblay is GENUINELY incredible in this. so is brie larson but like. wow. spider-man into the spider-verse is always gonna be a fav for me i love spider-man. not sure if atsv tops it or not, will have to wait for the final movie to decide i think, but the what's up danger sequence gets me so hyped EVERY. TIME. and finally jojo rabbit. incredible movie. funny, moving, inspiring, tearjerking. taika is incredible. okay movie talk over. i love movies.

character – okay so i kind of just flit between steve harrington and peter parker every few months. they're my little guys one goes in each pocket.

animal – hmmmm of the classic pets i think cats, i love cuddling with them. but i am sooo fascinated by snakes. i would love to meet someone with a pet snake so i could hold one.

season – autumn. but specifically like early autumn? where it's not raining much and isn't horribly cold, it's just like. the leaves are going orange and it's the kind of weather you could wear any outfit and survive in you know.

food – fuck. no idea. i kind of exist on safe foods hmmm. when i treat myself i always like to get myself a katsu tofu curry though. so maybe that? i don't have it often though.

place – unironically i am such a home body. love being at home and in my room so much. i have all my trinkets and collections in here, and if i wanna talk to people i just go to the living room! but outside of my house? brighton is a great city i love visiting there. even though i hate the beach (sorry sage)

color – i think it's like sage green at the moment. only figured that out because i noticed how overrun with green my room is getting. it's a very pretty colour.

hobby – playing video games! i'm the worst gamer ever because i'm not really good at any games and i never finish them, but i DO spend most of my time playing them. :D

congrats if you made it this far through my brain dump. hope you enjoy sage <3

no pressure tags forrrr: @theheadlessphilosopher @stobinesque @spoookysix @a-little-unsteddie

[sassmar]

15 questions + 15 tags

tysm @everythingbutcoldfire @pomegranate-pill for the tag my loves ! <3 <3

nickname: sadly my name doesn't lend itself well to this (!) ... ppl sometimes try to shorten it but. v unsuccessfully i think

height: short lol

last thing i googled: oh god let's see looks like it was "volat nullos strepitus facientibus" no fucking idea why nope not a clue......

song stuck in my head currently: probs the smiths' "half a person"

number of followers: do ppl actually know this

amount of sleep: just. the normal amount?

dream job: honestly. honestly. honestly. actress something very ordinary and attainable like uh. marrying a surgeon.

wearing: like a lil flannel spaghetti strap dress thing.... w/ a fuzzy black sweater pulled over it

movie/book that summarizes me: um hmmm this is weirdly very very difficult? i'm just gonna go with. the heart is a lonely hunter by carson mccullers

favorite song currently: welllll spotify says i listened to "washing machine heart" by mitski 18230401723820123874 times last year so let's say that

aesthetic: like... trashy sleepy vampire chic?

favorite author: AHHH how utterly impossible !! but virginia woolf is probably a safe choice

random fact: sometimes i sew my own clothes

tagging @shipsnsails @direwolf-summer @heart-axe no pressure whatsoever <3