#i am honestly so furious and disappointed

[welcometothe-playground]

Umbrella Academy season 4 reaction

[muffinsin]

a sort of fluffy but also sexual requests, can you please do one where the sisters and their fem lover are in the bathtub, and the sisters are in need of comfort and affection and being taken care o after a hard day, so the lover sits on the sisters lap cockwarming them and they also burying their face on the lover’s breasts and using her breasts as stress ball. I honestly wanna comfort them, sit on their cock while they have their face buried on my chests and use them as stress ball

Absolutely! I love the soft dimi sisters ;-;

Let’s get into it! <3

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Bela

She’s fidgety- more so than usual, you notice very quickly. Despite not denying you your shared bath, you practically feel her stress and anxiousness.

“Draga?”, you ask, your voice a whisper as you turn. Golden eyes set on you immediately. “Yes, little one?”, she pipes up, as though nothing bothered her. You see right through it- how tense her shoulders are, in the way she grips your hip tighter than usual.

Bela eyes you as you turn around in the large tub, and hungrily presses her face against your palm when you cup her soft cheek. She closes her eyes and hums quietly, content for the first time today.

She feels you climb on her lap, and gasps in surprise upon feeling herself slip inside of you, your core warm and soft around her cock. Your breasts push up against her as you cup her cheeks properly. Again, she leans into your touch.

“Will you tell me what has you so stressed?”, you prod gently. Her hands squeeze your hips a little tighter, before she lessens her grip and strokes over your skin instead.

“It’s just- today’s been awful..!”, she groans, her head falling forwards onto you, right at your neck. You feel her nose stroke against your skin. Gently, you guide her hands to your chest, allowing her to hold your breasts as she tells you about her day.

“First I woke up to Cassandra having killed two maidens at night- Mother was furious! Why must I look after my sisters all the time..!”, she complains. You feel her squeeze your breasts, at last allowing herself to rid herself of the stress. To get it out.

“Then, at breakfast, Cassandra and Dani kept playing with their food! Mother was in such a bad mood already! She asked if I finished yesterday’s work and was so disappointed when I said no, but-“, you shush her for a moment, reminding her to breathe. Your hands on her shoulders ground the blonde, so she breathes in and out, hands squeezing your mounds of flesh, lips and sharp teeth dragging against your neck as she talks again.

“But it’s impossible! There’s so much of the work, and it was all suddenly dumped on me. I finished it today, but still..”, she whispers. You feel her twitch within you when you praise her for this, and press a small kiss to her cheek as she pulls you closer and inhales your scent, eager to completely bask in it.

“Then, of course my sisters had to act up again! They were so restless today!”, she gasps out angrily, her hands squeezing yet again. “They destroyed some vases while playing chase in the house. Why must they be such insufferable brats all the time?! Why am I always responsible for them?”, she groans. Another few squeezes of your breasts allow the blonde to calm down again.

She’s wrapped in your scent and the smell of the candles and bath water, feels cozy and warm in the water of the tub and with you around her. It’s as if, at last, you’re as close to her as you can be.

“And when I finally got back, I spilled some wine on myself. I know it’s so minor, it’s just- so much.”, she whispers, and you feel her voice heavy with emotion. You press another kiss to the crown of her head, and sighs.

With another squeeze of your breasts, she at last closes her eyes again, at last feeling completely content for the day.

Cassandra

You can tell something is off when the brunette flinches at your voice, hissing quietly and ducking her head. Still, she reaches out to you, grabbing you and pulling you close as though you weigh nothing at all- you don’t, to her.

“What is it?”, you whisper gently, having realized she doesn’t appreciate any loud noise or anything but hushed, whispered words. She looks at you for a moment, surprised.

“The stupid maidens. They kept screaming so loud in the basement!”, she argues, immediately wincing at her own raider voice.

You frown- normally Cassandra loves and demands screams. Your questioning look has her elaborate.

“After hours, it hurt. My head hurts, and my ears!”, she almost whimpers in pain at her raised voice again, and pulls you even closer, so much you’re right on top of her. Still, it doesn’t seem close enough to her, based on her head butting against yours every few seconds and her arms pulling you tighter to her chest despite being flush against it already.

When you rise, she looks up at you, almost hurt. You ensure to fix this with a kiss to her plump lips. “Let’s get a bath”, you suggest gently.

She is all too eager to undress both of you as the water fills in, and once it does, at last, and you both sit in the comfortable, large tub, she is fast to pull you back on top of her.

You gasp in surprise momentarily when her cock slips inside of you, but grind down properly until it’s fully nestled inside nonetheless. She sighs, at last close enough with the feeling of you wrapped around her.

She leans forwards, her head buried in your chest. You feel her groan quietly, her hands squeezing your hips. Still, the scent of the bath water and soaps helps her a little.

Minutes pass in silence, just as she needs it. She’s silently thankful that no words are spoken, as her head feels as though it could split in two in a matter of seconds.

You feel her teeth dig into your breast as she feeds off you, humming and licking contentedly. Upon feeling your hand on her head, she feels even more so. The pain in her sensitive ears seems to melt away with the comfortable silence shared between the two of you and the warm feeling of the room, her head feels lighter already as you scratch her scalp and play with her hair lovingly.

To even add to her comfort, you reach for the lavender oil and gently massage it into her shoulders and neck. The woman groans softly against your chest, her breath tickling the valley of your breasts.

No words are shared, yet both of you feel the love and appreciation for one another.

Daniela

When Daniela at last finds you, you immediately realize something is wrong. Her breath ragged, her eyes wide and teary, her hands trembling. A whimper comes from her throat as she finds you in the bath, the need to be close to you overwhelming.

You eagerly invite her in, uncaring of how her skin turns the water slightly dark pink from blood and dirt. All you can care about is the redhead slipping in behind you as you turn to face her.

Within moments a tear falls from her beautiful eye, down her soft cheeks and daring to fall from her chin. You stroke it away gently.

Her arms immediately wrap around you and bring you close, yet nothing seems close enough to her. “Close!”, she begs breathlessly, too caught up in what seems to be a panic attack, perhaps.

Naturally, you grant her this wish. You move on top of her, shivers and a small gasp falling from your lips as you allow her to slip inside of your cunt, bringing you closer on an even more intimate level. Your arms wrap around her, pressing her head to your chest gently.

She calms, thankfully, especially as her hand reaches up to cup and squeeze your breast. It helps her ground herself, so that within minutes she feels good enough to tell you what happened, albeit with a few hiccups and desperate gasps for breath here and there.

“B-Bela was so-o mean!”, she gasps out first, new tears running down her cheek. You tangle your fingers in her hair, stroking gently and playing with the auburn locks. You know how important her sisters are to Daniela, despite how she likes to tease and annoy them a little. They’re her role models, right after her mother.

“I-I bro-oke a vase a-and s-sh-e-“, Daniela cries and hiccups, her tears wetting your chest as she squeezes harshly. Although unintended, the squeezing of her cock by your cunt brings her comfort.

“She y-yelled and s-said I ca-an’t ever behave right!”, Daniela cries. You kiss the top of her head, assuring her that you know she often tries her best, and that is completely alright.

“Sh-she said she do-doesn’t want to see me!”, Daniela gasped out, golden eyes looking up at you as she grasps your other breast too. She felt so stressed already from Cassandra accidentally spilling blood on her favorite book, she couldn’t help but roughhouse a little!, you know this.

Daniela calms for a moment, suddenly focused on your hands in her hair- you’re…braiding it? She loves the sensation, and it’s enough for her to quieten down enough for you to speak gently.

“You know your sister has a lot on her plate. Your mother challenges her a lot”, you whisper. She whimpers, nodding. She knows, and often enough doesn’t mean to anger Bela because of this- even if she is fun to annoy.

“I doubt she meant it, my love. You know how sometimes stress and emotions can make us say things we don’t mean”, you reassure the redhead. She leans up for a kiss, sweet lips coming to meet yours. More squeezes of your chest allow her to calm down at last.

She’s calm again, and nods. “I’m not angry at her anymore”, she says, then, encouraged by your words. She is wildly convinced she will make a great sister from now on and support her sisters in such stressful times- or rather, as much as she can, when she happens to think of it. Little does she know, the blonde will be apologizing to the youngest of the trio in mere hours anyway, with a tight hug to reassure both sisters that no anger remains.

When you pull your hands from her head to grab a hair tie from the stool next to the tub, she whines. “Don’t stop”, she demands, eager to feel you play with her hair again.

You giggle. You’d never dream of it.

[sp25]

the calm before the storm

pairing: Loki x f!reader

summary: you support Loki when he needs you the most

warnings: 18+ this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you’re a minor. do not copy or use ai on my shit, i'll find out. consists of fingering, oral sex by male on female, just more honestly fluff. This is less dark than the others. So yup. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

a/n: I just want to say, I hope this post does better than the last one. Last one got none. I just want advice honestly how to get my stories recognised. This one is inspired by a character ai convo, the character is “Loki” by @ivveee. Please go and support the artist.

You were servant for the royal family of Asgard. You had spent your entire childhood in the palace. Even if you were a servant for the palace, it felt like home to you.

But, there was one person who became your home. Loki. Yup, the god of mischief. He treated you as equal and never looked down at you. You were his servant. Loki took you everywhere with him. You were literally only his.

When Thor was sent to Midgard, Loki took you to Midgard with him so you could assist him.

After lying to Thor and failing to lift Mjolnir, he left and went to a small motel in New Mexico, unable to bear everything. He was disappointed in his own self. He was quiet as you both entered the motel room. You knew better than to disturb the god.

While, you were in the washroom tiding yourself, Loki let out a frustrated yell. You immediately rushed out and saw the scene in front of you. Loki was looking out the windows with his fist clenched.

He was trying to get rid of his angry and frustration but no avail. He was throwing things around the motel room. He looked down at a glass and threw it. It hit a wall and shattered. The sound made him more angry. He picked up a chair and threw it. It hit a wall and also shattered. He was destroying everything in the room.

You knew you had to stop him before he took any drastic action. You slowly walked over to him, carefully so he won’t get more angry. He heard your footsteps.

He stopped and noticed you. He was still angry and furious. He looked into your eyes. He didn’t do anything at first. His eyes were still on fire with anger. He wanted to lash out. Then all of a sudden he stopped. His anger evaporated as he looked at your face. He was transfixed by it. It was as if he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. All the anger and frustration seemed to fade as he looked into your eyes.

“Loki?” You softly said as you looked at him so worried and concerned for him. You could see his external wall slowly crumbling down.

He kept staring at you blankly but with tears in his eyes. He couldn’t express himself, he looked at the ground in frustration. You softly went over to him and got closer.

“hey..hey it’s okay” You softly touched his cheek making him look at you. At first he flinched, not expecting your touch but slowly he melted into your touch.

He looked at you and your gentle touch. His anger melted away. His face turned soft and gentle. A look of peace crossed his face. He put his hands around you in a soft embrace. His eyes were tender and warm as he looked into you. It seemed like all his pain and suffering had washed away. He felt safe and protected by you.

“It’s alright. It’s okay. I’m here now. You are safe.” You kept whispering comforting words to him. You just wanted him to feel safe.

He held you close to him. He took deep breaths. His hand ran through your hair. He looked into your eyes and his voice was soft. He felt relieved and comforted. His anger had vanished. His heart was calm. He wanted to stay close to you. He wanted to feel you inside and out. He wanted to feel safe. His body relaxed. He didn't want to let go.

You could feel how delicately his hands wrapped around you waist and squeezed it. He needed you. He needed to make you his. He has forgotten all his worries. His only mission now was you.

Loki looked at you. He was still holding you. His eyes had a mischievous glint to them. His voice was sultry and seductive.

*He pulls you towards him. His hands wrap around your waist. He gets close to you. Your breath turns shallow and rapid. Your body grows warm. You feel his power. He pulls you closer. Your heads touch. Your hands meet. Your lips touch. Your bodies press against each other. The power flows through you. You feel his strength. He fills you with desire. You want him. Your body responds. You moan softly as you could feel his cold lips softly press on your warm ones.

His hands easily went under your dress, touching you curves with ease. You could feel him cup one of your breasts softly as he whispers possessively “mine..”

He starts kissing your neck, biting softly making you moan and whimper for his touch. He lifts up your dress and kisses your breasts softly.

“tell me that you are mine.” He orders whispering. You knew he needed this. “I’m all yours.” You whisper breathlessly cause how warm your body felt for him.

He laid you down on the small bed as he then start kissing down your hips. He smirked as he saw your lacy lingerie for him. He was more proud seeing how wet it was for him.

He pulled the lingerie down and was immediately mesmerised by the view in front of him. Your pussy was dripping in wetness for him. He took his index fingers and moved it over your pussy making you whimper softly.

“Loki..” you begged so miserably. “It’s okay.. I will take good care of you love.” He responds as you feel his tongue in your clit. You could feel how he softly sucked on it before pushing his index fingers slowly in your wet cunt.

He groaned softly feeling how tightly your cunt wrapped his finger. He started moving his finger with ease before putting another in. You could feel his fingers curl each time it entered you. It hit the right spot as his tongue lapped at your clit.

You were at Loki’s mercy. All you could do was moan his name. “Oh god..” you moaned as he put another finger inside, he tutted you and said “I’m your god love, always and forever.”

You could feel his fingers pace up fast. You were desperate for a release now. He started roughly rubbing his thumb on your clit that you were sure it would be swollen now. His fingers thrusted into your hard. Loki moved up as his fingers continued his assault and kisses you aggressively yet passionately.

You could feel the wetness in his lips. “cum for me love, cum.” His words were an order for you. You felt yourself cum so hard on his fingers but the fingers didn’t stop. His fingers slowly helped you ride out the high.

He slowly removed his fingers and looked at them. They were dripping in your wetness as you looked at him blissfully. He sucked on his fingers and groaned softly. “so fucking sweet for me..”

You could see the bulge in his pants, you wanted to help him down. You got on your knees for him but he stopped you saying. “No my love, this night is for you.”

“And now,” He softly pulled out his throbbing cock for you and his voice turns dark and sensual as he leans in closer.

"Let me fill that hole in you, y/n." He lets out a soft chuckle. "A hole only I fit into.”

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a/n: I hope you guys enjoyed it. I wrote this one faster compared to the others. So just comment or tell me how it was. DM’s always open. So yeah. If you guys liked it, tell me I will write a part two.

[dragonageconfessions]

Dragon Age The Veilguard

"This confession is a positive one, but quotes some negative ragebait takes so it is under a cut/readmore. Just a reminder that there is an entire industry that thrives upon negative coverage of almost any kind of media, but especially video games. These are grifters who directly profit from creating controversy and negativity -- they're not the same as people with genuine questions, disappointments, or critiques."

CONFESSION:

This is more of a rant than a confession. I'm sorry. Honestly, I can’t understand why there are so many haters just waiting for Dragon Age: The Veilguard to fail miserably. Just 20 minutes of gameplay have been released and I already see everywhere things like: - “This is not Dragon Age” - “Disappointed and furious!” - “I’m worried about Dragon Age: The Veilguard…” - “Dragon Age: Veilguard - Angry Reaction!” - “Massive FAIL!? Dragon Age Veilguard Reaction” It would be nice if those who consider themselves gamers would hope for a good game, instead of assuming it will be a complete mess, just because it’s not Baldur’s Gate III. I, personally, am hoping for something beautiful, and in my opinion, 20 minutes of gameplay is tremendously little to even give a comment.

[whatisthatmae]

Neteyam x Vitiligo Metkayina! Reader

Part 1

Authors note: my second post!! Hopefully this doesn’t disappoint! Enjoy!

Pronouns: She/Her

Y/n pov

I was on my way to hunt some fish to eat for dinner when I heard someone blowing the horn for some odd reason. I got up from where I was and then I see people rushing to see what had arrived at our shores. I stop what I’m doing and go see what the commotion is all about. Once I got there I see my parents, Ronal & Tonowari, and my siblings Tsireya & Ao’nung. I had skipped my way over to where all the people from my clan were, swinging my tail a bit side to side,only to see some new comers. They looked like they were from the Omatikaya clan from the forest.

My siblings were beside my parents by the time I arrived. I skimmed my gaze over the new comers only to see what looks like to be their eldest son looking my way. I look at him a bit confused, mostly because he was just..staring at me. Either way I at least tried to give him a small smile. I don’t really like new comers, or anything new that comes to our clan. My attitude is similar to my mothers so at first I don’t really like them,but I at least have some heart to be nice..unlike her.

She had been looking over these new people with a judging look on her face. Even though I wasn’t the one she was looking at, it made me nervous. Her whole gaze, just makes me nervous. My mother, and the boys mother started growling at each other when my mom got to close to what seems like the other woman’s mate I assume. Toruk Maktou has apologized for the woman’s behavior, blaming it on the flight on the way here.

After a while of talking, my father declared that me and my siblings will help the new family learn our ways. I was not really happy about it because I have better things to do, I am the second eldest child in our family. I am training under my mother to become the next Tsahík. “Father, you do know I have other things to do, correct?” I said with a scowl on my face. Me and my father have butt heads a lot ever since I’ve gotten older. “It had already been decided.” He said sternly.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes at him. I told my sister Tsireya to hurry up so we can get this over with. We showed the family to their Marui & I felt the older brothers gaze on me again. I don’t know what exactly he’s looking at me for though. Maybe it’s because my skin is sort of different? I don’t know. But I try to ignore it the best I could until the day was over. After a while their parents went with mine to go learn elsewhere, while me & my sister teach their children.

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After their lesson I tried to leave as fast as I could. I honestly like to keep to myself, it just feels better that way to be alone. When I was on the shore I felt someone tap my shoulder for a moment. I turn around & guess who it was. Yup, the older brother who I still don’t know the name of. “ Yes? Do you need something before I leave?” I asked, being as polite as I could. “Yes actually.” He said, I raised and eyebrow for him to continue. “Could you tell me your name? I’d at least like to know the name of the person I’m learning from.” He asked. I sighed and told him what he asked for. “ My name is ____” I said back to him.

“I was wondering if you would like to be friends? The other people I’ve met here are being… should I say, rude?” I hum in acknowledgement and nod my head. “Yes, that’ll be fine, I guess. I really must get going though. My mother would be furious if I’m late.” I said in a hurry. “Oh, we’ll I’ll see you around then?” He asked curiously. “ Yes, you will. Goodbye!” I tried to put a smile on my face that looked at least a bit real. “Bye!” He said back.

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It’s been a few weeks since the Sully’s have showed up on our island. Me and Neteyam have been getting to know each other better, and it’s been working. I’ve been opening up to him about this recently, like how I’ve been so stressed to keep up with my mothers expectations. He relates to my struggles too, which makes me feel better to say the least.

Neteyam has been getting better at his lessons too. I’ve taught him very well since he’s learned in such fast time. I’ve taught him every ting I know from riding an ilu, to hunting. I don’t really know what else to do when we “hang out” anymore…if you can even call it that. He says the we “ should hang out outside of the lessons” since their is nothing else that I can teach him.

Neteyam’s pov

Recently, I’ve been hanging out with ____ a lot. I’ve been making excuses to hangout with them or even just for the simplest things. Lo’ak is thinking that I like her, and I’m starting to see it. ____ is very mysterious, and interesting. She doesn’t really like to be out much with other people, and she has this fierce type attitude. Sort of similar to her mothers, just more..dialed back.

Today I made ____ a gift. It’s a bracelet from the shells from the shore that tuk and I found a few days ago. “Who is that for?” Lo’ak asked. “It’s none of your business, Lo’ak” I rolled my eyes at him while walking towards the place where me and ____ are supposed to meet. “ Its fine, I have a pretty good guess on who it’s for” he said. I huffed and kept waking. “Look big bro, someone’s gonna snatch ____ up and take her one day . Might as well and confess soon.” He said. “And why do you say that?” I asked. “ One of her brothers friends mentioned that he had a crush on her yesterday. So I suggest you hurry up and do it while you have the chance.”he shrugged his shoulders and walked away. I sighed and just kept walking until I see ____.

[missmaywemeetagain]

Fireside - A Pink Scarf Universe Story 💗🧣💗

A/N: Apparently, I am not able to stay too far away from our darlin' Reader and Elvis, no matter how hard I try! I just love them too much. So, here is a sexy little blurb taking place in February 1970. I hope you enjoy, and maybe if this gets enough likes and traction, I'll release more and grow the "Pink Scarf Universe" lol, who knows?

If you haven't read Pink Scarf, read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist (though honestly you could probably read this without knowing their story it just won't be as fun for you without the background info 😂).

I will also say this isn't as heavily edited and revised as PS, but hopefully it's still readable...

TW: MINORS DNI 18+ SEXX. PS Daddy E is back! The usual filth with these two. Fluff. A tinge of angst at the beginning. 😏

Word Count: 4.4k

Fireside

Graceland, Late February 1970

Shivering as you make your way across the lawn, you pull your arms across your coat in tight, feeling a bit insolent and annoyed that you even have to trudge out here in the middle of the night. But Elvis had insisted, in that spontaneous way of his, that he must have a campfire tonight, of all nights, even though they all had just returned from his second engagement in Las Vegas and were all beat to hell with exhaustion. So, he and the guys had all tasked at building what you considered to be a too large and dangerous fire in out on the back lawn.

Perhaps you might be feeling more understanding if you hadn’t just spent two weeks away from him—the longest amount of time you’d been apart since August. You’d been sent home early after catching the monster flu that had been going around, which had turned quickly into a terrible bout of bronchitis. The desert air had done you no favors, and Elvis, along with the doctor, had sent you home to Memphis despite your protests. You were furious because Elvis, too, had caught the flu, but in that stubborn way of his had insisted on performing through it like an insane person.

“All these folks paid good money and flew in from all over to come see me, Satnin. I ain’t gonna disappoint them,” he’d said to you as you both coughed and raged with fever.

You were so mad he’d sent you home during your first engagement as one of his back-up singers that you were still stung by it. But you were also finding yourself increasingly needy for him along with your moodiness.

Which is why you find yourself out in the cold, sniffling, desperate for your fiancé to come inside and shower you with attention instead of living it up out in the cold with the guys he just spent a solid month with.

Your grumpiness is fueled as you approach the roaring flames and spot Elvis in his low Adirondack chair, laughing it up with the guys. You don’t like the feeling of jealousy that creeps over you at his attention being pulled away from you by these men. It’s silly, you know, just as you know it’s part of the package. Elvis’ light and charisma demands attention whether he means it to or not but having been away from him the past few weeks made you miss him in a way you haven’t felt before.

Part of you can’t escape how handsome he looks in the firelight, his smile wide and crinkling his lovely blue eyes. And that damn laugh of his is so contagious and musical that it almost—almost—pulls you out of your funk.

That tether between you has been pulled tight for too long and yanks you towards him out here in the cold. You stand over him sullenly for a moment until he raises those soulful eyes up to yours.

“Why ain’t you in bed, Satnin? You shouldn’t be out here. You’ll catch another chill,” Elvis says in what to him is a caring way yet to you feels almost dismissive. But he must see the needy look in your eyes and the tears brimming there because his voice softens and he adds, “Come ‘ere then,” and lifts the heavy blanket over his legs. A sense of deep relief falls over you as you slide sideways into his lap, throwing your legs across his, his warmth cocooning you. He pulls the heavy blanket up over you both and you snuggle into his chest.

Yes, this is what you need, you think, collapsing into him, his spicy familiar scent enveloping you, the heat of his body burning into yours. One arm circles around your back and his other hand rests on your thigh, pulling you ever closer. God, you missed this. You missed him. To think you spent so many years near him but without him… No wonder your brain concealed so much from you for so long—this yearning you feel is nearly unbearable and he is already yours.

You sigh into his neck, and he presses his chin down to look at you. “What’s wrong, baby?” he whispers in your ear, his hand slipping under your coat to rub comforting circles at your waist. His slender fingers are cold, but you don’t care in the least.

“Missed you,” is all you can eek out in your sensitive, tearful state, your hand clutching at the front of his coat.

“Aww, darlin’, I’m right here,” he says, kissing the top of your head, then pressing his fire-warmed cheek to your cool one.

You can’t help but pout, your mood worn from weeks of being sick and without him to comfort you. It’s not like you to act this way—for years you built a stoic shell around yourself to cope with Jack being gone all the time—but Elvis managed to break that shell into pieces last summer. Since then, you’ve found yourself feeling every little thing and unable to hide it from him. Perhaps it is because he is so finely tuned into you that he just knows when something is off, but you can’t seem to hide things from him even when you’ve tried.

“Mhm,” Elvis tuts in your ear, “you’re still sore that I sent you home, ain’tcha? I’m not gonna be sorry about that, honey. You were too sick and the doc was right—that Vegas air was doin’ you no good.” He shakes his head.

You huff stubbornly and bury your head into his long neck. Of course, logically, you know they were right to send you back, but you are still upset and not just about that. You can’t seem to voice exactly what you are mad about, only realizing that you are annoyed and sad and small and needy in a way you’ve never been before. And this overwhelm seems to steal your ability to express any of those emotions in words. You’re not sure what exactly you need, other than being as close as possible to the man you love.

“Oh, don’t you be obstinate, now,” Elvis warns quietly, the slightest edge of temper in his voice. Your only response is to cling to him harder, to nuzzle yourself further into the warmth that emanates off him.

He says nothing for a moment, staring into the fire, but you can sense the gears turning behind those pretty, worn eyes. Finally, he seems to come to some conclusion because his countenance shifts and he forces your chin out of his neck with his finger so he can look you in the eyes.

“Is all this because you need Daddy to take care of you?” he asks quietly, firmly. His voice is low and rumbles right down to your toes, the words setting every one of your nerves on fire along the way.

A whimper escapes your lips. You are suddenly grateful for the inky darkness of the winter’s night, at the heat of the fire, because they conceal the blush that suddenly blotches your cheeks as Elvis stares deeply into your eyes. The gaze has you squirming to get off his lap and you want to pull him into the house where you need him, but his large hands clamp down firm.

“Be still,” he commands sternly, but only loud enough for you to hear.

Your heart is galloping at the implication of those two little words.

“Now are ya gonna be a good, quiet little girl for me?” Elvis asks, his hand gripping your chin so you have to look at him. His face is the picture of controlled calm—it’s only the flames dancing in his darkening eyes that gives him away.

You hadn’t realized just how badly you needed him to take control until this very moment.

You manage to nod solemnly as all the blood in your body seems to rush into your core. You don’t know what he has in store for you, but the fact that he is not making any attempt to leave the company of the men surrounding you makes you nervous (and maybe a little intrigued).              

Elvis releases your chin and pulls the heavy blanket up over your shoulders, encouraging you to snuggle back into him by tightening his hand around your waist. The warm wool now covers you both from head to toe, and it is only then that you start to glean why that might be important.

You rest your head on his collarbone, waiting with bated breath, feeling the slow, steady beat of his heart begin to quicken under your hand as you slip it into his coat. You’re unable to help the impulse to place a fluttering kiss at the pulse point on his elegant long neck, and his lip curls up in response. Before long, he begins drawing small circles with his fingertips up the inside of your thigh, and when reaching the hem of your dress, he slips under without compunction. You stiffen as he continues, unhurried, up, up, up until he reaches your panty line.

Your eyes widen and you wonder if Elvis is really going to do this with all the guys around. It’s bold, even for him, even with the blanket tenting and concealing his movements. A snake of apprehension in your gut is overrun by the thrill of the risk. The conversation around the fire flows on without either of you, and the crackle of the flames conceals a lot, and for that you are grateful.

The light brush of his fingers over the cotton of your panties makes you jump despite yourself, and in response, Elvis grips your waist hard, stilling you.

“Be good,” he orders through clenched teeth, “or I’m gonna stop and leave you to fend for yourself. Or maybe I oughta pull this blanket off and let the guys enjoy the show.” His lip quivers up slyly at that.

The threat stills you either way.

Elvis chuckles darkly. His fingers resume their teasing, dancing over the cotton at your core delightfully as you attempt to stay as still and quiet as possible. He is maddeningly patient, doing this until you can feel the throb of your pulse blossoming between your thighs, and it has you oh-so-quietly panting into his neck. But it’s not until he feels the fabric dampen under his touch that he finally slides his naughty, slender finger underneath, grazing through your slick and up to your sensitive bud, forcing you to bite down to keep from keening loudly.

Fuck, you’ve missed him.

By now, he knows how to play you like an instrument, his instrument, knowing exactly how much pressure to use as he circles your clit again and again, enough to get you sufficiently worked up. His casualness suggests he has all the time in the world while you’re sitting in his lap beginning to shudder from the pleasure coiling low in your belly.

Occasionally, he’ll stop, just to listen to your desperate breathlessness, your carnal wanting of him quelled by trying to be a quiet, good girl like you promised. A hint of a smirk plays on his face, making you want to crush your mouth to his or slap him for his teasing. Instead, you settle for clawing at his shirt.

The wetness that gathers between your legs has your panties soaked and sticking to you now, which might be embarrassing except for the fact that you are so damn needy for him, you couldn’t care less about your ruined underwear. Elvis discovers this fact as he finally dips lower, running the length of his finger back and forth through your sopping, swollen folds, taking his sweet damn time.

You tense. You are nearly ready to come undone just from his teasing, but you know that’s not what he wants. That’s not the game he’s playing. You raise your head from his chest just long enough to give him a pleading look.

He's doing a decent job of keeping his handsome features neutral, looking to a casual observer as though he is following the conversation around the fire and not driving you to madness under the blanket. But knowing him as you do, you can see the tiny giveaways that he, too, is flustered: the way his nostrils flare with his increased breathing rate, how his brilliant blues gleam with arousal, the way his plump lips part when he finally presses his middle finger deep into you.

Your wetness devours him readily. To hide the gasp and roaring flush on your cheeks, you pull the blanket up even farther. You clutch at his chest and your nails scrape his skin. After a few agonizing minutes, there’s no helping the instinct to grind your hips against his hand, wanting him deeper, wanting to consume him.

But while he smirks and is pleased with your desperation, he also will not relinquish control. He stills completely, one hand gripping your waist hard as a reminder of who is in charge. Your warm, wet heat clenches around his finger.

“Be good and stop squirmin’, little one,” he whispers low in your ear, “and maybe Daddy will keep finger fuckin’ you ‘till ya come.”

You stop moving but whine in response to those dirty words coming from his perfect pouty mouth—you just can’t help it—but it’s so quiet he can barely hear you. Your reward is another finger sliding deep into your heat. He picks up the pace in an unforgiving way. Gasping, you bite your lip when he curves those fingers just so, hitting that spot deep inside that is only his.

The blanket barely moves, and you have no idea what magic he is using to keep things so incognito, especially considering he naturally has so much energy that his limbs are usually vibrating uncontrollably. You still feel completely on display, though, especially when the pad of his thumb begins massaging your bud in time with his expert fingers pumping in and out of you.

I’m going to come undone, right here, in front of all the guys, you think in horror. You have no clue how you are going to keep quiet and still and good if that happens. Panic begins to build behind your arousal because you just know that coil is going to burst and you’ll cry out in ecstasy any second now (but a dark part of you is even more aroused by the scandalous nature of it all).

Elvis must sense the change in you because he edges you right up to the point of no return but not over. He halts his ministrations. You clutch desperately at his expensive shirt, certain you are going to shred it to pieces by the time this little game of his is through. Your heart pounds hard and fast against your ribcage, in time with his, and you wait to see what he has in store for you next. Because even though a part of you is embarrassed by this game, you are drinking in every drop of attention, relishing his command over you, needy for every morsel he deems to give you.

He’s considering his next move, you think, by the way his eyes narrow slightly and his grip on you shifts. When he pulls his fingers out of you, you almost moan for the loss of them, but catch yourself at the last second. Brazenly, he wipes his sticky fingers down your inner thigh, his eyes dancing with amusement as he does so.

You gape at him. He can’t be finished, you think dismally. He can’t leave me like this.

No, you don’t think so, not with the way you can feel his hardened length pressing into your hamstring.

He kisses your temple sweetly. “Now listen carefully, little girl: Imma need you to shift onto one of Daddy’s legs for a second. Nice and slow now, don’t call attention to it. And hold those ruined panties of yours to the side. I wanna feel that pretty little kitty weepin’ for me,” he rumbles in your ear.

Oh my goddd... The urge to moan long and loud fills you but you just nod instead.

You follow his directions and move your weight so one of his lean, muscled thighs is between yours. The rough fabric of his pants scrapes your bare pussy as he bounces his leg a few times, sending a cascaded of shivers into your belly. His pants will need to be dry cleaned for the soaking spot you’re leaving there, and part of you feels a sense of pride to be marking him in such a way. Mine.

Holding the blanket up to your shoulders dutifully, you stare at the golden flames licking into the air in front of you. No one seems to notice or care that you have shifted.

That’s when you feel it. The slow, deliberate way he undoes his belt, the ticking of his zipper. You blush furiously, then feel the spring of his heavy cock being released. Before you can react, he unceremoniously and quickly lifts you fully onto his lap, lining you up then impaling you down upon his length.

You cover your surprise and choke with a cough—not unusual considering you’re still recovering from bronchitis. Thank god you are as wet as you are because, even so, it’s a damn tight fit with him having been away these past few weeks. You have to keep yourself from rolling your eyes into the back of your head because he’s finally filling you the way you need him to.

Yes, this is what you wanted. This is what you needed. You just didn’t expect it to be in front of all his (albeit unaware) friends.

By the way Elvis grips your waist and from the soft grunt that escapes him, you know he’s struggling to contain his own reaction to your heat, despite the air of control he’s been exuding. He adjusts you how he wants you: leaning your back over his chest, your legs draped over his, his chin resting on your shoulder. With the way the seat of the chair tips down to the ground and with blanket pulled all the way up, nothing looks amiss.

You close your eyes and sigh, relishing the feel of him stretching you, his cock buried deliciously deep inside you. He envelops you in his arms, one under your breasts, the other at your lower belly. His warmth burns into your back, but he does not let you move. Those wiry but strong arms have effectively pinned you to him. Almost frantic, you try for some semblance of friction, anything at all to ease the tension, but he just chuckles at your near-silent gasps, holding you fast against him.

Finally, once you relent and relax, Elvis swivels his hips, again and again, in a slow rhythm not unlike one monumentally famous performance on TV in the beginning of his career, the one that sent the church ladies off their rockers and the teenage girls fainting. Suddenly, you want to giggle at the fact that his damn hips resulted in both his skyrocketing career and in his censorship because those same hips have certainly become even more skilled in the many years between then and now, but for different, more scandalous reasons. Maybe those church ladies had a point, after all, you laugh quietly. And it causes you to clench around his cock.

Then you hear a low growl in your ear: “What a dirty little girl you are, letting Daddy take you like this in front of all these men. Bein’ so good for me. You like this, baby girl?” Each statement is accentuated with a shallow but pointed roll of his pelvis.

You bite your lip, nodding. His dirty talk has molten heat flooding down your limbs and directly into your cunt. With the warmth of the roaring fire coupled with the passioned heat at your back, your arousal grows with each small movement, each scandalous word, and has you feeling like you might combust before this is all said and done.

So desperately do you want to ride him within an inch of his life, but he won’t allow it. No, this is his show, and you give into him, fully resting back onto his chest. He rewards you by finding your clit again, massaging it in slow time with his barely moving cock. The result is both torturous and delectable, working you into such a state that you dig your nails so hard into his clothed thighs that he hisses.  

“Fuck, little one, you feel so good,” Elvis breathes jaggedly into your ear. He presses a hand to your lower belly, then rolls his hips up. In this position, he’s big enough that you both can feel him there. “Takin’ my cock so well.”

You do your level best not to mewl, to stay quiet for him. Instead, your breathing pants through your nostrils and you try to keep your wits about you, trying to stay good as he fucks you so slowly within an inch of your life. Fucks you with all the guys around, who seem none the wiser.

He must feel you begin to flutter around him, your climax drawing ever closer. You feel like you’re about to burst because you need to scream, to moan out his name, do something that will let you release this pressure, but you tamp it all down as far as you can.

“Daddy’s gonna make you come now, sweetheart,” he purrs.

“N-not h-here,” you breathe out, panicked, knowing you can’t hold on much longer.

“Yes, here,” he chastises. “Right in front of ev’rybody. You’re gonna come so hard, baby, cuz Daddy treats you right, doesn’t he?”

You almost sob at that and nod, that coil poised to explode at any moment.

“But you’re gonna be good and so, so quiet cuz it’s just for me baby. You ain’t gonna cry out or move a muscle, okay?” he whispers and though he’s commanding, you know he’s close to losing control himself by how labored his breath is and how tightly he’s holding you.

You nod, and he flicks your clit with expert, rapid precision. “Now, lil’ one. Come now.”

That’s all you need. Quite suddenly, you are consumed by fire as hot as the one blazing in front of you. Your body tenses, then shudders violently in his lap and he holds you to him as you careen over the edge, lost to the dark night. It takes every ounce of self-control in you to not cry out, resulting instead in your huffed breaths. Long nails bite into his arms, clamoring for some outlet for your pleasure. Your eyes close, stars dancing behind them. Your walls clench and flutter around his length and you feel his slow rhythm begin to stutter.                                                        

“Fuck, baby, Jesus fuck, so good for m-me. Daddy’s gonna fill y-you up now. All mine. Aw, h-hell.” He pulses inside you, covering his own orgasm by biting deep into your shoulder, so hard you can feel it through the heavy winter coat you’re wearing. His thick, hot arousal throbs and coats your insides and you ride him through it with the tiniest rocking of your hips, feeling lighter than air but also grounded by him.

That’s what life with Elvis is like, you think. He grounds you to him, to his orbit, and sends you both shooting to the moon and the stars.  

Completely blissed out and spent, you fall into him, and he slumps back in the chair. As you come back down to Earth, you feel your breathing sync with his. You close your eyes and revel in the wonderful way he’s made you feel, this man you are so wildly in love with.

You’re no longer upset.

You’re just glad to be back in his arms.

Elvis nudges you and you realize you may have dosed off, as he is now soft inside you and the fire has dimmed some.

“I think you made quite the mess, lil’ mama,” he whispers, nipping at your ear.

Indeed. You can feel the cool pooling of your collective arousal coating you and his lap.

“I made the mess, huh?” you whisper back with a roll of your eyes.

“Oh, most definitely.” You can feel his boyish grin as he kisses your neck.

“Sure. And how exactly are we supposed to get back in the house without everyone knowing we had sex in front of them?”

He pauses and then you can feel the vibration of his chest as he starts to chuckle, that way he gets just before he has a laughing fit.

“Oh, don’t you dare start, E,” you warn. It’s contagious, of course, and you feel your own laughter bubbling. “You didn’t think this all the way through, did you, love?” you shake your head.

“That’s what I have you for!” he laughs.

“Well, I guess we’re just gonna have to sit here and simmer in our juices until everyone decides to go to bed, now won’t we?” you try to whisper sternly, but giggles escape at the complete ridiculousness of the situation.

“Not in our juices!” he cries with laughter. He’s completely beside himself, pressing his forehead into your back in an effort to hide his amusement.

“What was that, EP? Thought you both fell asleep over there,” Lamar says.

“N-nothing!” Elvis hiccups. “Just go about your business! Y’all must be getting’ tired, right? Time to go inside! Time for bed!” He flails his arms in the general direction of the house.

You are both trying, quite unsuccessfully, to hold back your laughter, and the guys are looking at you two like you’ve grown horns.

“Um, sure, EP? I guess it is getting late,” Charlie throws out.

Quizzical, the guys grumble a bit and begin to mosey their way towards the house.

“You comin’?” Lamar shouts.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it! We’ll get there!” Elvis calls, shooing him away, then dissolves into another peal of breathless laughter.  

“Okay, Crazy,” Lamar mumbles.

Elvis is sniffling and snorting by now. Your face is red and tears poke at the corners because the more he laughs, the more you laugh.

“I love you, Satnin,” he says, kissing your cheek gently once everyone is gone and your giggles have subsided.

“I love you, too, baby boy.” You press your forehead to his. “Now please tell me you have a handkerchief or something cuz otherwise you’re gonna need to wear this blanket around your waist to get inside.

“Anything for you, baby, anything for you,” Elvis says, holding back another peal of laughter.

And you know it’s true.

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[nalyra-dreaming]

Thank you for your consistently detailed analysis and speculation which have frequently calmed me down when I was concerned about the direction of the show. As long time VC fan, I'm not gonna lie, this show has often left me heartbroken- and not in a good way. I've been trying to get through it in hopes when we will finally get to see the real Lestat. But honestly, for me, if the drop is left in, than the character is done. There is no way to redeem him. And it just hurts because not only is it something that Lestat would never do to Louis, but it's something that was actually done to *him*. He suffered for years from that fall and it was one of the main reasons he went in the ground. It's important for his character development. I just don't understand the justification for leaving it as is especially since it isn't canon. I don't think I can take another 2+ years of Lestat being called an evil domestic abuser. How can audiences be expected to root for him. They won't. He will be condemned as the monster who dropped his partner from the stratosphere. Leaving it also ruins the L+L QotD flight. I just don't see the point in irrevocably damaging the main protagonist of the entire story. I'm heartbroken and furious. Please, help me understand.

*sighs* (Sending you a big hug.)

So. Emotions seem to be very high on this already, and it hasn't even aired yet. I'm just pointing that out because... what we have right now is hearsay - maybe directly, maybe over a few people in the middle... but ultimately we haven't watched it yet, right? Other people have. Other people, with their own understanding, and their own takes.

And yes, it was done to him. Exactly. And as just said in another ask, he has not told his side of the story yet. The trial, so also that part of it... will definitely be scripted. And we already know that what we were shown... cannot be trusted. Not a 100%.

Let's watch first and then judge, please.

Because so far this show has excelled at elevating the source material.

Which is not to say that they cannot make mistakes, obviously. And who knows, maybe I'll be disappointed AF after. We'll see.

But... there's a reason why they revisit all that. There's a reason. And, given that we're segueing into s3... and therefore Lestat's story?

I don't know how they re-contextualize it. I don't. But I think we need to see the bigger picture - and that won't be done by s2. (And I have a feeling like it might not even be done by s3...)

IF they follow the book IWTV here... then Lestat will testify against Louis and Claudia at the trial, seemingly out of revenge (but actually under duress), he will witness her burn, he will have the yellow dress. Louis and Armand will break up. Lestat and Louis will meet in the later contested NOLA meeting. Louis will end up alone at the end of the novel.

I don't know how the revisit fits with the trial. You probably know my feelings wrt the diary and the pages etc but it seems they are not used as heavily as anticipated.

IDK. Given the in-universe publication of the book IWTV I think they will follow the beats above - and episode 5, and the drop, are likely part of the accusation then.

Now, we know that it will be revealed later that this was done with manipulation and torture. That it was Lestat who was thrown off the tower later, and who needed decades to heal. Which fits with the "mind call" in 2x05, doesn't it.

IDK. I just want to point out that even if... EVEN IF THAT DROP STAYS FOR NOW - there is a lot more to it and they have already hinted at that.

So.

Yes, I can very well do without another 2 years of shit-show by some people, especially those unwilling to take the step back for the bigger picture. But ... I have become much, much better at blocking.

And I am not going to let them take away my joy. Especially... ESPECIALLY that we know - WE KNOW - that TVL is up in s3. They already confirmed that.

Don't let an unfinished puzzle or some asshats take your joy either, dear.

[daceydeath]

A Work Proposal (Part 3)

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader Word Count: 2.6k Genre: Smut Warnings: 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex (don't be stupid), vaginal fingering, oral (F receiving),

You had been working with Stray Kids for a while now and after a long day at work turns into a very unexpected but intriguing proposal. Will this change your world or end your career?

The following days you weren't able to spend on the music video shoot you had problems left and right with higher management not wanting to sign off on things until certain meetings were concluded and magazine shoots that had to be reorganized because of schedule clashes. It was a chore but it was your job so normally you wouldn't have minded the chaos, but when you had mentioned to them that you wouldn't be at the next few days they had looked a little disappointed which made you feel guilty. However, the next thing thrown at you was going to make everything much harder for them and you.

"Chan I need to speak with all of you, let me know if the dorms or the studio is better for you and it is going to need to be ASAP" you left the message knowing he would probably panic about what it was about but there was no way you were going into details on the phone, what if his messages got hacked.

Dating scandals were always going to be part of the landscape of K Pop and they always would be but this level of members being involved in one at once was going to be a pain in your butt. Still as stupid as it seemed to have to talk to them about the whole thing after you had signed a contract to fuck them at their leisure seemed bizarre. While you were getting lunch you phone rang and before even looking at it you knew it would be Chan.

"Hi Chan" you sighed sipping at your iced tea.

"What's up? you seemed really down in the message" he asked casually but you could tell his voice was tense.

"Have you seen the latest rumors?" you whispered hoping no one could overhear you.

"No....why?" he seemed genuinely confused by your question.

"Well they aren't great I need to talk to all of you and prep a formal statement for the company by tomorrow so I can come to you all or you can come to me" you replied honestly hoping he wouldn't stress too much.

"Fuck" he muttered and you could tell he was pacing from the sounds around him "Come to us if you can. We should be finished here by 7"

"I'll see you at the dorms then, it's not career ending stuff so don't stress to much but it is important" you tried cheering him up knowing it was useless he stressed about pretty much everything all the time anyway.

You had gotten to their dorm a few minutes before they had and immediately noticed how tired they all were.

"Hi sweetheart" Changbin smiled noticing you waiting for them.

"Did you have to wait long?" Minho asked smiling tiredly.

"No, only a few minutes and I'll make sure this is fast so you can all eat and rest properly" you apologized as you followed them into the building. Gathering them all in the lounge area you took a deep breath before continuing knowing that they were not going to be thrilled about these latest rumors.

So I don't know if you have seen them yet but the dating scandal that's about to blow up isn't great, Chan you have been linked to Lily which I know is stupid since she's so young and its a sibling like thing between you, but Hyunjin and Han have both been accused of dating fans and sending them pretty intense messages" you explained gently noticing how Chan and Changbin's jaws both tightened and Minho looked furious.

"Now I know they aren't true that isn't what I am here to discuss, I've seen the texts and the images and they are pretty graphic so we need to hit back with the big guns" you continued noticing how they all relaxed a little at your words "I'm going to suggest we start a lawsuit against the people who started this bullshit and then also have each of you confirm what wording you want me to use for you denials, again I suggest really strong worded denials to keep the public onside as much as we can"

"You don't think they are true?" Han murmured softly "Like you aren't even going to ask us to explain anything you just know they aren't"

"Yeah I think its all garbage, I'll admit I don't know you as well as your members do, but the texts and photos are borderline pornographic and I know you would never send messages like that" you smiled at his as reassuringly as you could.

"But what if we do send flirty texts and stuff to someone were interested in?" Hyunjin asked frowning slightly.

"Then I know you would send them in a smarter way than this" you smirked trying again to lift the mood, you were going to fix this for them and you were not going to let them stress over it by dragging them in front of higher ups to prove it wasn't them when you knew it wasn't you had already started the whole denial but you wanted their input to make it sound more like a personal statement.

"Minho and I will come in with the two of you when it needs to be explained to the upper management guys" Chan smiled leaning over to squeeze Hyunjin's thigh.

"That's not going to be necessary Chan, I've already done that you wont have to front them" You again smiled while you went back to typing quickly " Ok this is what I have written so far, read through and tell me what you want me to add". Chan took the tablet almost grinning at you, he read it quickly before passing it down to Han and Hyunjin to read.

"Yeah that's good" Hyunjin smiled shakily and Han nodded along.

"You don't need to worry so much Hyunjin" you soothed taking the tablet back from him to place beside you, and take his hand in yours "I'm not going to let them put you on hiatus again, I'm not going to let them put Han on hiatus either it will be fine" you could see the worry in his eyes and it annoyed you that total stranger thought it was alright to cause him pain for no reason. "Now go all of you rest, I will take care of the rest".

You had headed back to the office and had the statement run through legal before making a formal police report about the slander and harassment and then you sent it out to every news outlet, gossip site and social media you could. Hopefully by the time the boys had all woken up it would be a 180 degree flip from the vitriol that was expected to be rained upon them. You texted Chan knowing full well he would not be asleep to let him know you would be late in the next morning since it was already after three in the morning and went home to rest yourself.

You woke the next morning late and started getting ready for you day ending up making yourself coffee in the kitchen when there was a knock at your apartment door. You looked through your peep hole as saw a large bunch of flowers with legs making you instantly smile, opening the door you realized it wasn't just a delivery it was Hyunjin holding the flowers tightly looking a little nervous.

"Hello Hyunjin" you beamed at him as he handed the flowers over wordlessly seemingly lost in his head "Would you like to come in?"

"Thank you" he whispered following you in as you closed the door behind him and took the flowers to the kitchen to find something to put them in.

"These are beautiful Hyunjin, thank you, you really didn't need to get them for me though" you were still smiling as you sniffed their beautiful perfume and gently touching the petals.

"I hoped you would like them" Hyunjin finally said his voice still a little tight "I wanted to say thank you for looking out for us so much, and for believing us, well me" he admitted softly smiling at you.

"I will always look out for you, I would have thought you all knew that by now, at least based on the latest developments" you bit your lip shyly hoping you wouldn't seem to forward bringing it up. Hyunjin grinned at that stepping so close to you that he was almost touching you, raising his hand he softly took your chin between his fingers forcing you to look up at him wetting his lips with his tongue.

"Princess" he breathed against your skin making you shiver under his intense gaze "I want you, can I have you?" you were too caught up in his presence to even answer so his slowly lent in pressing his lips to yours in a delicate kiss before pulling back to look into your eyes again.

"Yes" you whispered your eyes flicking between his eyes and his perfect lips making him smile brilliantly before claiming you lips again in a slow sensual dance. Letting go of your jaw his hand instead came up to cup your face his touch almost too gentle for you to bare, his other hand pulled you against him as he lazily continued to kiss you.

"Where is your room princess? I want you comfortable while I worship you" he sighed leaning his forehead against yours making you melt against him in anticipation. Pulling slightly away you took his hand in your and led him through your apartment to your room where he once again pulled you against him to kiss you once more. "I'm going to make love to you princess for as long as you will let me".

You gasped softly feeling your skin heat up which he took advantage of tipping you head back slightly so he could deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against your slowly, teasingly while he slid his hand down to your hip to hold you against him. Wrapping your arms around his neck you let him take the lead in how fast he wanted to move, feeling warmth pooling inside you with each brush of his plump lips against yours. Agonizingly slowly Hyunjin's hands made their way around your body making you whimper against his lips.

"Oh is my little princess feeling warm under my touch?" he teased sweetly unbuttoning the blouse you had put on for work "How about we rid you of some of these layers then hm?" pushing the fabric from your shoulders and down your arms to fall to the floor.

His unhurried actions gave you time to savor him, the darkening of his eyes, the reddening of his lips, the neediness of his touch it was intoxicating as so different from Chan or Changbin.

"Chan said you feel perfect but that no one has treated you properly" his words were hushed like he knew you were under his spell and didn't want to risk breaking it.

"Yes" you whined quietly as his lips returned to yours his tongue seeking entrance to your mouth to massage your own. He backed you towards your bed carefully to keep you from falling before gently lowering you both to the soft sheets. His hands continued to roam across your skin squeezing and massaging you skin, your own fingers skimming the bottom of his shirt and lightly running your fingers across his abs and the waistband of his pants.

"May I?" he asked sweetly undoing your jeans and dragging them leisurely down your thighs and calves to drop them beside your blouse.

"Can I see you?" you purred looking up at him innocently making his eyes widen before creasing up into little crescent moons.

"Of course princess" he murmured easily slipping his shirt over his head and letting your fingers trace his skin again. He continued to kiss and caress you preparing you for what was to come, kissing his way up and down your body only to miss the areas you wanted him to. You almost cried out when he gingerly began grazing his long beautiful fingers against the crotch of your long soaked underwear.

"Can I begin now princess? Do you think you are ready for me?" he smirked against the skin of your neck lightly mouthing at the skin there.

"Please Hyunjin, my god please" you groaned making him smile as he deftly pushed your underwear aside and began stroking you wet slit, gathering your wetness he circled your clit a few times before dipping just the tip of his finger into your entrance and feeling no resistance, he allowed him self the first whine of pleasure.

"So wet princess, I can't wait you make you come all over my cock but first let me spoil you" He muttered against you lips as he languidly slid two of his fingers into your core tenderly thrusting them and curving them at just the right angle for you to writhe against him in moments. He coaxed your first orgasm from you faster then you expected by pressing his thumb against you clit making you buck against him all the while his mouth devoured your moans and whines until you threw your head back almost screaming his name. He slipped his fingers from you bringing them to his lips to suck clean.

"Delicious, can I continue?" He asked watching you panting wide eyed and you nodded desperately "Good" he grinned lowering himself between your open thighs, taking one in each large hand he looked to your face before agilely letting his tongue go to work on your dripping core, carefully focusing on long slow strokes of your clit and gentle sucks and nibbles with his magnificent lips suckling at you with desire. You could feel your whole body burning as he once again sucked his clit between his lips humming around it as your fingers found their way to his head grazing his scalp with your fingernails and tugging his hair slightly.

"Hyunjin, please, I'm so close" you mewled trying to grind your hips to vigorously into his face but he just growled holding you open further sucking harsher on your clit and finally biting at it is softly as you began to come undone again "Hyunjin...Hyunjin....oh fuck Hyunjin" you called again and again until you felt light headed.

You could hear him chuckle as he wiped his face on the back of his hand bringing himself back up to you lips as he easily slipped inside you, your walls were still quivering with the intensity of your second orgasm but it only spurred him on as he continued the languid pace he has set earlier thrusting into you gently before pulling almost completely out of you again. Unable to contain your quiet moans he smiled down at you resting his weight on his elbows as his hips driving his length into you brushing places you were sure you had never been touched before.

"You are perfect princess, perfect, so tight and wet and perfect for my dick" Hyunjin moaned finally taking his own pleasure from you his hips speeding up as he pounded his cock inside you heard and deeper making your eyes roll back in you head. "Can I come inside you?" he gasped as you squeezed him with your swollen walls.

"Yes, yes, yes" you chanted making him speed up again as he began to lose his tempo as he approached his own climax. You could feel how close he was so you squeezed him again wrenching another perfect groan from him.

"Fuck princess" he gasped as he spilled his seed inside you leaving you both a panting and sweaty mess. Resting his forehead against yours he sweetly pecked the tip of your nose.

"I forgot to mention Chan asked for you to have the day off so you aren't going anywhere princess" He grinned lazily kissing you again.

A/N: Thank you for all the support and likes, reblogs, comments are appreciated you lovely people you xx

Taglist (open): @christopher-bangnaldoskzz, @symptoms-of-moonlight, @septicrebel, @ayoitschannie, @krishatumblernow, @tangerminie, @elizalabs3, @armystay89, @septemberkisses,

[turvi]

Last Christmas

GIF IS NOT MINE, CREDIT TO GIF OWNER

Pairings: George Weasley x fem!Reader, Harry Potter x fem!Reader (ex)

Warning: cheating, angst/fluff, smut, kissing. no voldy au coz that bish is depressing.

MDNI 18+

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart But the very next day, you gave it away This year, to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special

You loved Christmas so much and you were excited to share it with your first boyfriend who happened to be The Chosen One. You asked your parents if you could celebrate Christmas with your friends this year and celebrate New Year with them.

They agreed knowing how hard it was for you to make friends and how much they mean to you. You were wrapping up gifts by the fireplace in the common room when Hermione and Weasley Twins joined you by the couch.

"Hey, have you seen Harry?"Hermione asked fiddling with your cello tape.

"You can talk to me also, my mom tells me I am quite a special child," you said good-naturedly and the group laughed at your quip.

"I know you are very special love you know what I mean" Hermione rolled her eyes at the sight of you chuckling at your stupid joke.

"I am kidding last I saw him he stayed back at the Quidditch Ground after his practice"

Hermione ruffled your hair and quickly left to find her best friend. You soon noticed the twins were still here. While the younger twin fell into an easy conversation with you George couldn't help but look at how beautiful you looked in the light emanating from the fireplace. How your smile brightens up his day or how your friendly touches set his soul on fire.

"You know I also think you are quite special love," George said donning his usual smirk.

You giggled knowing how George has been flirting with you ever since you got to know him. You had to remind yourself that you had a boyfriend when he would even look at you. Surely it's nothing. Right?

He loved Harry like his own brother but did he have to take the only girl who has managed to light up his heart like a Christmas tree? To put it in layman's terms George Weasley was in love with the chosen one's girlfriend who was like his brother. He felt so guilty but also glad that because of Harry he got to know you.

As Hermione made her way toward the quidditch ground she saw Harry locking lips with Cho. His hands were on her waist, hers on his collar.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER" Hermione was infuriated with her best friend. He separated from Cho in seconds.

"Hermione I can explain please don't tell Y/n"

"Explain my foot Potter I am disappointed in you if you didn't love her you could have broken up with her, honestly what is wrong with you?"

"Please don't tell her"

This made her furious

"Potter you are my best friend and I say this with respect but you are an arsehole if you think I will take your side this time"

She turned around making her way to the common room thinking about how will she break the news.

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A year later

Once bitten and twice shy I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye Tell me baby, do you recognize me? Well, it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me

To say last year's Christmas was hard for you was an understatement. Hermione told you how sorry she was that she caught Harry and Cho making out and how disappointed she was in Harry.

You still remember how she looked at you expecting you to cry or throw a fit something but all you did was leave your gifts there and got up from the couch

"Make sure everyone gets their gifts" with that you made your way to your room. You were more disappointed than heartbroken because you had been seeing how Harry looked at Cho and while some part of you just waited for him to look at you like that your relationship with him was a ticking bomb waiting to explode.

And it did. You just didn't expect it to be that soon because you did genuinely love Harry and for him to break your heart like this was disappointing.

Now that Harry had shattered your heart George took his sweet time to mend your broken heart. He has waited this long to be with you he can wait longer if it meant he got to be with you because deep down he knows all the wait will be worth it.

Christmas was next month and you were nervous. Everyone was going to be there and you know it was going to be awkward.

"I am going to be there too you know?"George held your hand gently.

You were so thankful to have him around to shoot down any insecure thoughts you had. To be honest they started brewing when you started noticing how different Harry started to behave around Cho. How he had all the compliments reserved for her. How he was there for you but never really there for you.

"I know George but I have been enough burden for you, you need a break from my constant complaining too" you tried your best not to let your voice waver.

"That's not correct yesterday you were just crying," he said jokingly

You chuckled. This has been a cycle for a year. You cried and George made you laugh. You felt a similar feeling bubbling when he held your hand gently, or if he would listen to you with such concentration, or if he would look at you like you are the only person in the room.

It was getting a bit overwhelming because you never felt like this with Harry and you almost felt bad to get over Harry this quickly. Almost. He held your hand again.

"I am going to be there for you Y/n," he said, you noticed how his eyes flicked to your lips for a minute. There was no way he had feelings for you right? No, it was wrong for your friend's older brother to feel this way.

"Can I kiss you?" his eyes widened at your words and the moment you thought about apologizing you felt his lips on you. He kissed you so gently. You felt your heartbeat increase as he cupped your jaw to kiss you properly.

He breaks the kiss to take a breather. You like how he looks right now. Out of breath, cheeks blushing, pupils dilated.

"Sorry I just had to kiss you, I have been wanting to do that for a very long time." his cheeks got redder at his own confession.

"How long?" your voice soft and genuine

"Since the day I saw you," he said cupping your cheeks again.

"But I was with Harry that time"

"Yes it broke my heart watching you with him, but it was crushing my soul to watch your heartbreak time and again." he brushed your cheeks with his thumbs as he spoke up again "It is fine if you want to take time"

"If you don't mind let's take it slow, we can still go on dates and do something you like?"You didn't want to agree that somewhere in your heart you had liked George Weasley too when he would relentlessly flirt with you but also check up on you when you felt down. A trait you find missing in your previous partner.

"Well lovie I would also love to do something you like to do" he was beaming with the fact that you wanted to give him a chance. He got closer to you and noticed how your breath hitched.

"And I will wait for you as long as I get to be yours" he smirked noticing your cheeks flush.

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Christmas Day

I'll give it to someone I'll give it to someone special Who'll give me something in return I'll give it to someone (hold my heart) I'll give it to someone special (it wants to go)

You were standing at the entrance of the burrow. You were a bit early and you could already hear chatter from inside. It made you more nervous. You knocked on the door and Molly welcomed you with a bright smile.

"Good Evening Mrs. Weasley Happy Christmas" you gave her your own version of a bright smile.

"Oh, Y/nn you and your formalities how many times have I told you to call me Molly."

"Sorry...uh yes Molly" she guided you toward the living where everyone was settled in front of the fireplace. As soon as you settled down a familiar voice made itself known.

"You are looking beautiful Y/n"

You looked up to see Harry looking at you whilst Cho held to him with her dear life.

You gave him a small smile "Thank you Harry you too"

Ron and Hermione chuckled lightly, you looked at them mockingly confused.

"Y/n I'll get you a hot chocolate, make yourself comfortable"

Before Molly could move a voice from the staircase interrupted her.

"Mum let me get her hot chocolate you can rest"George huffed

"My sweet boy, it's on the stove" she pinched his cheek as his eyes took you in with a smirk on his lips.

You have tried to keep your relationship a secret although you have seen Molly and Fred give you a knowing look and right now Fred settled himself beside you and wondered loudly.

"George never got me anything" his face looked so serious you almost apologized on behalf of George.

"Yeah me neither," Ron said while looking for more marshmallows.

George soon appeared with your hot chocolate and some snacks on a plate.

"Snacks too?!" Percy exclaimed bewildered at his brother's behavior.

George quickly settled himself between you and Fred. While George gave you heart eyes Fred poked him on his arms.

"You know there is plenty of space?"

"Yes but it's warm here," he said his eyes not leaving yours, while Fred rolled his eyes he was happy to see George so happy with you.

While others continued their chatter you were both involved in subtle touches. It surprised you really you never thought you were the touchy kind but it has always been a bit different with George.

"Someone is starring daggers on my back" he giggled looking pointedly towards Harry.

"And? What am I supposed to do about that?" all you could see was how George's nose and cheeks were blushing and how much you wanted to kiss it.

"You are staring love" he smirked but internally he was bursting with love.

"You reckon I stare at someone else?" you giggled as he put a hand on his chest and scowled at you mockingly.

"Y/n L/n don't you dare stare at someone else other than me."

The lovebirds were unaware they still had the chosen one's attention. He didn't mean to feel so angsty on a Christmas Day when he had his girlfriend beside him but he had missed you. They say you take things for granted until you lose them. Harry Potter took you for granted and lost you to George Weasley. It made him sick that you looked happier with him, more in love.

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Things could not get worse for Harry Potter right now. Everyone was sleeping peacefully but he had a big fight with Cho about how he didn't pay attention to her one bit today. It got worse when he realized you and George were in the next room.

Sounds of the bed creaking, and soft moans could be heard. He forced his eye shut when he heard you.

"I'm yours, George."

"Uh, babe you really mean that?" he asked as if he was not thrusting himself into you right now

"Yes Georgie, I know it took me time but I realized that you are my muse George Weasley I am glad you fell in love with me"

George lovingly smiled at you "I'm glad you fell in love with me"

At that moment Harry realized he lost something special to George. Harry cried himself to sleep that night your dreams haunting him.

[valentinesdaydate98]

The Phantomhive Butler 3.5

Word count: 697

Pairing: Sebastian Michaelis x Reader

“Sebastian, care to explain why Charlotte has the dreaded Faustian mark on her hand?”

Oh, how Charlotte messed up!

Ciel was furious when he accidentally entered Charlotte’s room and saw her ungloved hand. So, he called a private meeting with Charlotte and Sebastian in his office. But instead of answering Ciel’s questions, Sebastian remained quiet and displayed a smirking smile. “Or perhaps you can explain the mark, Charlotte? Is that why you started wearing gloves?” Ciel asked with a smile on his face as he held Charlotte’s hand. He figured if he put on a nice persona, she’d reveal her explanation. However, Charlotte recognized the inauthenticity behind his expression. Ciel’s eyes burn with anger as he struggles to contain his frustration. She could sense the intense anger radiating from Ciel, directed more at her than at Sebastian. However, Ciel’s eyes concealed pain.

Charlotte felt disappointed in herself. She made a promise to Ciel to never be intimate with Sebastian, yet she broke it. It has been almost a month since Charlotte made the contract, and it has changed her. For one thing, she seemed more cheerful. No longer was her face covered in her salty tears, nor was her mouth formed into a frown. The pale skin that once resembled a vampire now has a shiny, bright glow. The usual banter between her and Sebastian was going strong and made her fall more in love with him.

“Ciel, please, you see…”

“I’m not in the mood for my time to be wasted. Do speak clearly and get to the point,” Ciel snapped.

His comment startled Charlotte. She often endured his rudeness, understanding that his youth and trauma were contributing factors. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, she would move on from his moments. However, something within her snapped, as well.

Charlotte slammed her hands onto his desk, frightening Ciel.

“Ciel, would it be alright if we talk privately? I’m sure you’ll find the answers you need if it’s just the two of us,” Charlotte said as she held back her tears.

“My ladyship?” Sebastian called to her as he approached closer to Charlotte.

“I’ll be fine, Sebastian. Please don’t trouble yourself. I need to speak with Ciel for a moment. Why don’t you turn to your chores for now?” Charlotte asked.

Sebastian hesitated, torn between his duty as a butler and the distress of leaving his ladyship in tears. Lucky for him, Ciel decided what Sebastian would do.

“It’s fine, Sebastian. I will call you once we have finished our conversation. I will need to talk to you as well. In the meantime, I am dismissing you,” Ciel said.

“As you wish, my lord. I won’t be too far from your office,” Sebastian said, but not before he winked at Charlotte, flustering the poor dear.

After Sebastian left, both remained silent. Both were desperate to say something about the incident. Both wanted to shout their frustrations at each other. However, nothing occurred until Charlotte timidly mumbled something. “I’m sorry, Ciel.”

“Apologizing for what exactly?” Ciel asked.

“For everything, I suppose. I broke my promise, I lied to you, I made a contract with Sebastian,” she stuttered as she remained strong enough to not let her voice crack and let her tears run down her cheeks. “I hurt you, didn’t I? I saw your face when you came into my room. It’s the same expression you made when a storm frightened you,” Charlotte said.

“What are you going on about?” Ciel asked as his cheeks blushed a soft pink rose color.

“Remember that time you visited for my seventeenth birthday and it was storming out? You were around five. You made the same expression as if you’d seen a tremendous storm when you saw my mark,” Charlotte explained.

“Charlotte, you didn’t upset me with your broken promise. People break them all the time. I’m used to it,” Ciel explained before he sighed. “The problem is that you made a contract with Sebastian. You’re in danger now. Honestly, why did you do it?” He said.

“Simple, Sebastian stitched my heart before it could break fully.” She explained with a gentle smile.

“I beg your pardon?” Ciel asked with disgust.

[dujour13]

Owlcatober 22. Nobility

“If it isn’t the Commander’s conman consort.” Daeran stood rod-stiff with both arms folded across his chest and his venom-green eyes flashing. “Honestly I’m not certain whether I’m more furious with you or with myself, to have been quite so easily hoodwinked.”

“Uh…” Woljif’s tail darted in time with his mind. Is this about that bottle of wine? The ruby cufflinks? The maps? The cut of the fake investment scheme? His eyes were wide with total innocence. “What about?”

“’Oh Count, I need a nice outfit to sit on the Knight-Commander’s council,’” Daeran mocked. “To sit on the Knight-Commander’s c—”

“Hold on, you’re mad about that?”

“I’m positively outraged!”

“But—” Woljif blinked. There were so many other things to be outraged-er about.

Daeran flipped a blond lock from his face. “That you didn’t confide in me! You could have told me it was a bid to seduce our brave and beloved bard.”

“You’re jokin’, right? You woulda laughed me outta town.”

“Touché. But I am nonetheless wounded.” Daeran stormed over to the drinks cabinet, poured himself a glass of wine and threw himself gracefully across a divan. “I’m taking credit, I’ll have you know. He did like the outfit, didn’t he?”

At the memory of Siavash’s eyes wandering down his chest – Is that a new shirt? It looks like silk – Woljif felt a flood of treacherous heat in his cheeks and pretended to search for something non-alcoholic among the Count’s bottles until it cooled down. “I guess.”

“You are so deeply in my debt you’ll require a potion of water-breathing.” It sounded like a threat. Daeran leaned forward on the divan, fixing him with a gaze of bright green shards. “Did he rip it from your trembling frame?”

“No!” Now it was Woljif’s turn to be outraged. “It cost a damn fortune.”

“Tsk. My dear Prince, you have so much to learn. Seductive apparel is meant to be ripped.”

“Really? When you got that much money, you just let people tear up your nice clothes?”

“I don’t let them, I enthusiastically encourage it! If any garment of mine did not simply cry out to be torn from my body I should be mortified.”

“Oh yeah?” It was purely academic interest that drew his gaze to Daeran’s ruffled powder-blue shirt, he would have sworn. This time Woljif didn’t catch the flush in time and had to feign a coughing fit.

“Please tell me you ripped his clothes at least,” Daeran said as soon as the fit passed.

Woljif narrowed his eyes, suspecting he was being mocked but grappling with certain doubts. Was that how you were supposed to do it? Had he messed up on some lovemaking ritual known only to the upper crust of society, and the chief was back there at the Citadel in his intact shirt feeling disappointed? Or was that just for toffs who rolled around in so much cash they didn’t know what to do with it except trash expensive stuff? Nah, more likely the Count was having a go.

He shrugged one shoulder and affected an air of confidence. “We weren’t in a rippin’ sorta mood.”

At that Daeran’s eyes lit up, though he sat very still as if to avoid scaring him off. “I see. What sort of mood was it, then? Shy, virginal probing? Frantic fumbling? And tell me, in the moment—la petite mort—is it chief? Knight-Commander? Or something soft, perhaps. Dove? Kitten?”

“I know what you’re doin’,” Woljif scoffed, moving toward the door. “And I ain’t that easy.”

“No. Stay right there or so help me. We are engaged in a game of riposte, you and I, and I believe I recall that you have made a solemn vow never to run away again.”

“Not to you.” But the Count was right about one thing. Woljif was desperate to tease from him the secrets of seduction, while he knew very well how dangerous Daeran could become when on the trail of entertainment, in this case apparently a play-by-play of his night with the chief.

“Yet you had best concoct some way to repay me or I promise you that you’ll regret it, my timorous tiefling.”

Woljif didn’t doubt he meant it. He stopped halfway to the door, calculating. Give a little, invite the obvious attack, and get the enemy to open up. “Fine. It was a romantic mood. Happy?”

Daeran certainly looked on the verge of happiness. “I’m afraid that’s too vague, my friend. Tender, trembling touches? Significant sighs? Longing looks?”

He made it sound like one of those dog-eared novels the chief kept on his nightstand, but in truth Woljif had to admit he kind of hit it on the head there, at least in some ways. He parried with “Is that so bad?”

“Oh, certainly not. Comically maudlin, but then what did I expect from Knight-Commander Butterflies?”

Despite the mockery, at the word “comically” Woljif’s brain went straight back to that night, to himself and Siavash tangled in the sheets together laughing until they cried, and it was too late to stop the huge, dopey grin that crept up and pounced on him.

“Aha.” Daeran pointed his wine glass and grinned triumphantly.

Woljif was going to have to concede defeat, but as he departed from the Count’s chambers he felt satisfied that while he’d learned little from the verbal sparring, he at least felt far surer that he hadn’t messed up with the chief. On the contrary. It might not have been the sophisticated clothes-rending dance of seduction the likes of Daeran and his dandies engaged in, but it suited him and the chief just fine. He could get everything he needed from those novels. Well, except maybe for more advice on rippable princely apparel.

[cloudninetonine]

A Player's Aid: Chapter 10

Fandom: Legend of Zelda, Linked Universe

A/N: Ayy Look at us! Finally hitting the double digits! So proud!

Warnings: Foul language, mentions of injuries (but no descriptions!) Mentions of violence (Wind kicked Player again :(( ), self doubt/insecurity (If I need to put any more tags hit me up!)

Tension over the group was thick, nothing new honestly, but it still kept them all silent, following after their leader without an argument or questioning word, the tense hunch of his shoulders an indicator of his present anger.

Heeding your words was the smartest option, was a thought currently buzzing in Wild's head as he looked over the group, eyes falling onto Hyrule leaning against Warrior's shoulder, dragging tired feet along as the sun set over Hyrule field. 

It wasn't their fault, per se, but their actions only lead to them thinking that. Avoiding each other in the fight in support of their current grudge, their minds wandering to your words and worry settling over their bones, emotions making them sloppy and leading to much more injuries than usual- it was only fair that the Old Man was furious with them, after all, it never needed to come to that. 

Hyrule tried to make up for it, healing everyone's wounds, ignoring any arguments against it which only made Time even angrier. He didn't want him out of commission, he simply wanted them to stop with their childish behaviour. So now, the traveller was left leaning against the captain, who helped him hobble along for the next few hours to their rendezvous point. 

So many thoughts ran through the champion's head after that. All fighting one another for the top, feral with bites and scratches, leaving Wild close to a headache that bordered into head-splitting migraine territory. 

A final glance to Time had Wild cementing his decision, turning towards the duo nearby and quietly wandering over, Warriors sending him a look before nodding in understanding and allowing him take over, disappearing to Time's side while Wild and Hyrule continued their pace, sharing a less tense silence compared to earlier. 

"... I'm sor-" 

"I'm scared." Wild's face dropped at the words, looking over his exhausted brother as he continued. "I.. I was- I am scared, I'm scared of losing them after I just got them back-" 

"Losing them?" The wild hero choked in disbelief, "Traveller, I would never-" 

"Not on purpose, I know that and neither would they but-... I am but a mere traveller, as you all put it." He looked away shamefully, "What… what if I disappoint them? What if they realise just how wonderful you all are and they pull away? I couldn't stand losing them another time…." 

The Champion had expected something like this. His brother shared their name, their courage but yet not the confidence, a man cast in the shadow of constant doubt of his self worth and skills. Hyrule was certainly an amazing hero, but compared to his counterparts he didn't seem to think so. He believed his feats laid below the feet of the others, how these men, these strong men had suffered for their country and for the world and yet, facing the same struggle he still didn't see himself in them. They were heroes, he was merely a boy who was at the right place at the right time. 

"You're a fool." Wild uttered, Hyrule flinching at the words. "A fool to think of such idiocy- you see how they look at you, do you not? You're a light in their eyes, they see highly of you just as you see highly of them." 

"Champion-" 

"To think such a thing because you were a traveller? Would you say the same about ranch-hand? And about the smith? Goddesses above, the old man was but a child in the body of a man when he fought Ganon." 

Hyrule's eyes fell towards the dirt, a silence mixed with many wavering emotions forming between them before the blonde sighed, turning his head once again to look at his friend, his brother with emotions that he almost couldn't take. "Traveller, if you really weren't as great as you say we all are, a mere traveller and not a hero of Hyrule- would you have even had a guide?" 

The hero blinked “I-”

“Would they have even valued your time? Gone out of their way to be there for you-”

“You say it as if they would have just abandoned someone in need-”

“We both know they wouldn’t but no one else has experienced the Guide’s presence.” The two shared a look, “Not the fairies, not the spirits, not Zelda- even the Goddess only knew so much about them why do you doubt yourself so when you have been in the presence of someone so devoted to you? I know for a fact they wouldn’t have let you fall so far from grace, to see you think so low of yourself. You would let yourself believe such foolish things after they had helped mould you into something to be proud of- you would brush away all that for the sake of being humble?”

Hyrule’s face once again fell flat, turning away from his friend as he muttered almost too soft for him to not catch. “It doesn’t seem they even remember all they have done.”

Wild stopped dead in his tracks and Hyrule didn’t fight him, pausing his exhausted hobbling to look at his friend, feeling his heart drop at the sight of his pained face- saddened frown, eyes glistening with defeat as he quietly asked in return.

“You….you have noticed…?”

“...It’s hard not to, my brother.” The hand resting on the blonde’s shoulder squeezed gently, “Their eyes grow vacant and they look…sad- I know they want to remember I know it but each time they do not and each time it only hurts more and more.”

It was Wild's turn to look away, the brunette frowning in guilt. 

It wasn't very hard to see, it really wasn't. You could only evade so much before it began to click for the Traveller, his heart dropping as you stared with a raw confusion. You willed yourself to remember just exactly what memory he was talking about, a moment which he so obviously treasured and he could see that you did too but- you just couldn't see what he did, couldn't visualise in your head a time in which you scolded him for his reckless behaviour, where you sung him to sleep from his nightmares of ghouls and goblins, when you teased him for his little mishaps and mayhem so you just brushed it off, with a word or two maybe a hug or those kisses you liked to give- he knew then that you didn't have a clue what he talked about. 

But that was okay, maybe you struggled like he did. You'd remember eventually, if he recreated a deep moment between the both of you you'd remember! 

However, it was also the case you never would, you'd continue to live in ignorance while he suffered with the memories and emotions from long ago that you had left him with…

No! That was fine! It was all fine he'd make new memories- better ones, ones you would treasure just as much as he did for the rest of his life. 

“That doesn’t matter.” Wild snapped finally, straightening up, pushing all that he truly felt deeper within himself before they met eyes once again, a sharp blue meeting warm brown. “It doesn’t matter if they forgot its principle- you are disrespecting our guide’s wishes by disrespecting yourself.”

Hyrule smirked weakly. "Now you are just spouting nonsense, brother of mine." 

"Shut up, you know I'm right." 

"..." 

In the distance a fire grew strong within a little patch of trees against the backdrop of the orange sky, the sounds of voices growing stronger the closer they got. They couldn't see who the voices belonged to but they didn't need to, the group hurrying their tired bodies in hopes to finally eat and rest after the dragging day. 

"... I'm sorry." 

Wild finally smiled, squeezing Hyrule back affectionately. 

"I'm sorry too." 

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Seeing the group back was certainly a huge weight off your shoulders, seeing them fine was even better. However you felt your heart collapse down to your arse when Wild and Hyrule came in- hobbled in, Wild did seem fine physically, only seemed to be supporting the traveller but it still didn't settle your worries, rushing to you feet and making a mad dash to check over them. 

"Are you okay? What happened? Did you get hit? Do I need to get you a potion? Does-" 

Wild's laugh was a little frustrating, dismissive and entertained despite your very obvious distress as his face along with Hyrule's showed mirth. It wasn't very welcoming, not a single bit and you were tempted to yank at both men's ears once again for such a stunt after you had demanded their safe return. Did it have to take getting hurt in a fight for them to make up again? Seriously? 

Your annoyance must have been clear on your face from their quick attitude change, Wild coughing into his free hand while Hyrule grasped your hand. "I am tired, that's all, I used too much magic." 

"Magic, is that right? And what exactly was that magic used for?" 

The side eye they shared confirmed your suspicions. 

"You two-" 

"Worry not." Wild reassured, hand coming to gently hold your cheek, "We have spoken, there's no ill feelings anymore." 

You wanted to be angry in all honesty, you didn't want to brush the subject away- they got hurt, just like you said they would if they didn't settle what they had between them. It didn't matter if everyone was fine and healed, it had still happened, so what if it were to happen again? Next time worse? You didn't want to brush it away just like that just because everything was fine now. 

But you were tired, and so was everyone else, there would be another time for this so for now, you'd let them have their moment. 

With a final sigh, you merely engulfed them, throwing your arms around their shoulders and squeezing them close. "I'm glad you guys are okay- I was worried."

They melted into you, ears flapping subtly in excitement. 

"You weren't worried about me?" The face that Wind was sending you was nothing short of comical, as were many of his faces, the over-exaggerated pout, shining eyes with down-turned ears- it really was so fun having him around. 

You needed someone to bully now that your friends weren't here. 

You made sure to drop all the emotion on your face. "No." 

And he kicked you right in the arse. 

"OW! You little cunt!" 

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"You have quite the fascination over stars." 

A single glance back from your spot showed that the Hero of Time was the one to grace your presence, your food held close to you while looking up at the vast expanse of space to see what stars shone brightly tonight. 

You had noted the night before that the galaxy had differed from your own back home, some stars looked further apart or too close together, maybe forming different constellations that you couldn't name or downright non-existent in a place they usually should be. It was amazing, to say the least, as brilliant as it was terrifying, knowing you were far, far from your home from just a glance at the stars above- maybe they were other worlds? Staring into the multiverse disguised as the night sky, your thoughts wandering to some of your favourite games with such references.

Millions of different worlds- maybe that was the real truth beyond the clouds, stars were the gateways to the worlds and maybe one day, you could explore them too.

….Oh God, you were starting to sound like the main character and it had only been a few days.

“I think they’re pretty, really.” You explained, turning back to the sights as you felt his presence drop next to you with his own bowl of food within his grasp. “And what my world knows about space is pretty cool too.”

“...Space?” His chuckle was rich, kind and amused as the word processed in his head. “Such an odd name.”

“Well, to be fair it really is just space. An expanse of nothingness with a few planets, stars and other stuff every few million light years.” Leaning upon your hand, you continued to stare. “There’s so much out there that I know won’t be explored in my lifetime, hell, it may never be explored beyond just technology but at least I can admire it from afar.”

The man beside you hummed and after a few moments of shared silence, you finally glanced his way only to see he was already staring- studying you definitely, waiting for your next move.

Or maybe waiting for his moment to speak. “Ranch-hand told me what the two of you discussed.”

The word ‘snitch’ came to mind, a sour feeling settling over you before you brushed it away with an awkward smile. “Oh, great.”

“He was right in his words, I was wrong for what I did- reason or not, endangering your life was not the way to go about bringing out the Shadow.” His words were firm, not towards you but towards himself, almost reprimanding his own actions and taking accountability for it. “The Shadow obviously wants you for something and that simple mistake could have cost you not only your life but possibly others.”

Mega Oof.

….God you were so detached from reality it wasn’t even funny.

You melted a little. “Yeah, it, probably wasn’t the best…”

“And for that, I apologise. However-” His gaze hardened and you wished for the ground beneath you to swallow you whole. “I will not have you brushing your own safety away for the sake of convenience, your life is just as important as the others here- I don’t know what could have possibly made you believe such nonsense but it stops here. No self-sacrifice, no comparison to one’s life- none of it, by the end of this journey I want everyone in this group to return to their homes and that includes you.”

That….That was actually quite nice to hear.

Hearing Legend’s words had put you on edge with the rest of the group, worrying, constantly wondering if the others secretly felt the same way as he did. Distrustful, manipulative, cruel- had those words been running marathons through their heads? Were they looking for a reason to throw you to the dirt and leave you to rot? It stuck with you, a constant reminder, you were not their friends, acquaintances at most (save for your little trio of boys) and you reminded yourself you needed to keep a level of respect with them because once again they were not your friends. They were doing their job of keeping the country and the people safe.

But here was the Hero of Time, a man hardened from a life of misery and pain, left with a permanent scar of that horrid past, someone who you definitely expected to feel just as wary as Legend- but here he was giving you this. Reassurance- reassurance that you weren’t about to be discarded to the wolves, you were safe and he was going to get you back home. You wouldn’t die in this magical land, you’d return to your mum and your friends.

And from the feeling of your chest, the heavy weight disappearing, you realised it was what you needed.

With a light smile, you nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” 

Turning away, you both sat in shared comfortable silence, eating Wild’s cooking while focused once again on the night sky above.

“...Know anything about the moon?”

You managed not to choke, beating at your chest willing the carrot piece to go down smoothly without retching it back up, blinking away the tears while taking deep breaths.

The Old Man had asked you the question softly, hesitantly in a way and it didn’t take a genius to know why. You weren’t entirely sure if Time knew about how much knowledge you held, yes, you had already explained you knew about their journeys but to what extent was a mystery to them- you guessed, similar to Hyrule, this was a memory he much rather forgot. It was the same with you, honesty, Majora’s Mask was a good game but it was changed from rating E to 12+ for a reason. All those children traumatised by pixels- you couldn’t even begin to imagine the horror that Time had gone through.

Did he ever look upon the moon in fear? Shiver under its light? Did nightmares plague him of the pale moon surface shifting to that cruel face with eyes of hatred?

“Well,” You placed your bowl onto your lap. “The moon has no natural light.”

Time let out an ‘oh?’, encouraging you.

“It’s actually a reflection of sunlight, bounces off the moon’s surface…Oh! It also has little craters all over it from taking hits from these things called asteroids! Which are basically space rocks that vary in size that orbit the sun-”

You couldn’t help but ramble, words almost moving faster than your mouth as you stumbled out fact after fact you had learned during your lifetime. You weren’t an astronomer, far from it, but the subject was always one that piqued your curiosity and you couldn’t help but dive into the rabbit hole of “interesting space facts!” from a book your mum had got you during your “I want to work for NASA!” phase.

It put the fear of God into you more than anything but didn’t stop you from loving Space from afar.

“Interesting.” Time had concluded once you had finally finished, stirring away at your food as you awaited his reaction. “It seems you hold the moon in quite a high regard.”

‘Be careful with your words.’ “The moon does quite a lot for us.”

At his hum, you studied him waiting for some sort of negative reaction as he brought a spoonful of food to his mouth.

“I’m sorry but I don’t think we can see eye to eye.”

…You didn’t ask him why.

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You hated your sleeping mat with the entirety of your being.

Lumpy, hard and itchy, you despised having to lay in something so uncomfortable. You knew you sounded entitled with those words, didn’t dare voice such opinions and sound spoilt but you really couldn’t help it- you were used to your bed back home, a nice spring mattress with thick comforter and plush pillows, you really couldn’t stand this arrangement.

Tossing and turning for what felt like hours, the others all dead asleep save for Warriors on watch, his sympathetic smile your only solace in the night. You would have joined him but you knew moving now would be a bad idea, your body would refuse to fall back asleep after such movement and you didn’t dare put yourself in such jeopardy. 

You had done one too many all-nighters in your life and you were positive one more would instantly Thanos snap your arse, your body dust in the wind. 

Your body needed sleep, but it seemed at this rate it would be denied.

So, with an irritated sigh, you decided to do what you always did in that situation.

Went straight to your phone; the only problem was that you didn’t have much to do with the device. Sure you could stream music, but there were only so many times you could listen to your favourite songs before they began to sound like nails on a chalk board. No social media for you, no watching movies or your favourite shows, no games to play, no texting friends who you knew sacrificed their sleep schedule for the sake of alone time- in reality, there was nothing and you could only stare at your home screen longingly for a few agonizing minutes.

When you spotted your messages your face fell, finger wandering over to press on the app and look at the columns of contacts. Barren, every single one, not a single notification from friends nor family, your heart only hurting at seeing your mother sitting atop them all, clicking onto the chat with eyes watering as you read through your last few messages.

‘Be home within the hour!’

‘Be safe, sweetheart, I love you lots.’

‘Well, I love you more!’

‘Not possible xx’

Tears fell, silent but pained as you repeated the last few sentences in your head, a mantra of despair until you managed to type something through your tears, turning off the phone once it was sent and turning over, holding the device close to your chest as you quietly sobbed yourself into the world of dreams.

‘I miss you so much and I wish you were here, I love you Mama and I’m so sorry.’

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“We’re going to Hyrule Castle!?”

Gilda had almost fallen from your hair from your excited hops, grabbing desperately at strands to save herself from being flung into the air as you squealed, waving your hands in elation. Wild and Hyrule shared entertained smirks at the display, waiting patiently for you to relax into a calmer state and letting you get it out of your system.

This was a dream- a dream come true! Hyrule Castle, the grande palace of the Kingdom of Hyrule- you were going to see it in the flesh! You were going to experience the cobblestone beneath your feet, the great bridge hanging over the great moat, look upon the lofty towers and see just how truly amazing it was.

Sure, you had seen a few castles in your day, and many school trips revealing the history of your country but they didn’t compare to this moment right here.

Hyrule Castle may have been in ruins, maybe have been torn apart from Ganon’s malice and only a shadow of its former glory but you were still experiencing it in real-time. It still held many attributes of a lived-in castle, no museum piece but a palace in its own right.

Not to mention this was Hyrule Castle, not some old medieval castle on a hill or some castle turned university with the times this was Hyrule Castle in the Kingdom of Hyrule that Zelda herself had lived in. You were about to experience something that shouldn’t even be possible, something that shouldn’t exist- this was really a dream come true. There would be real suits of armour, real secret passageways- real dungeons- You were gonna explode in anticipation!

Not even in your wildest fantasies could you begin to comprehend what was about to happen!

“This is the best day ever!”

Wild’s chuckle was what brought you back, smile bittersweet. “It is not what it used to be. The castle has come a long way since the death of Ganon but-....it still isn’t back to its rightful glory.”

Hyrule’s hand landed gently on his shoulder, a reminder of support and love for his brother at his impending guilt but your hands on his face snapped him back quickly, looking into your eyes, shining with emotion so great it push the darkness back down.

“I’m sure it’s still just as awesome!” You reasoned, smiling brightly. “And besides I get to see it with you- with all of you! I get to experience Hyrule castle with the heroes! That’s an amazing experience in and of itself!”

“You mean that?” Hyrule laughed only for his face to be grabbed and tugged closer.

“Of course I do! Being with you guys is literally a dream come true!”

Not a second later was Time calling for everyone’s attention, packed and ready to go along with the rest and you rushed to grab your belongings, the other two quickly following after.

Hyrule field was truly beautiful, something you had experienced both in-game and at this moment, staring out into the miles of lush grass and trees. The urge to explore was too great, but the consequences that could follow laid greater on your shoulders, keeping you stuck between Wild and Hyrule as you watched the sights go by, Hyrule Castle losing distance and growing closer with each step you took.

You weren’t complaining, far from that, it was for protection and you knew it but your words still stood from yesterday- it felt a little constricting. Probably because you were the friend always walking on the outside of the group, had your own space and your own pace that was comfortable for you so being thrust into the middle was a bit frustrating.

Willing yourself to ignore it, you continued on, gazing off into the horizons when you finally reached a patch of trees, the sounds of chatter and movement catching your ears as you turned to face the Sacred Grounds Ruins- well, what once was ruins but now was obviously not.

Wild had already informed you it had been at least two years since the calamity. Two whole years since he had ended Ganon by his own hand, bringing peace to the kingdom and finally laying the Divine Beasts to rest. Both Zelda and he had already started preparations to rebuild Hylian society, with the help of the other four nations, however, it wouldn’t be the same as before, as civilisation had changed way too much in the last century.

Which wasn’t surprising in the least. After all, a country free of ruling, whether it be under a monarchy or democracy, was a country free of hardship, no one wanted to be governed after so long of the privilege of choice. The question came about how they were able to convince the people to agree.

“There was an agreement.” You watched as Wild stirred the dinner pot, the others chatting around you both. “Hylians didn’t exactly have a stronghold when it came to monsters. Yes, there were the villages and the stables, but we had become a travelling people- no one wanted to stay in one place and that left us vulnerable to the dangers of the wild.”

“So…they just agreed to reestablish the monarchy?” In the back of your mind, your inner voice screamed ‘Fuck the monarchy!’ but you stayed silent as he continued.

“They agreed to rebuild what was left of history.” He brought a spoonful of the soup to your mouth, smiling as you accepted it gratefully and hummed at the taste. “An effort to restore what was lost, a way to show that Hylians still thrived after so much disaster-”

“A symbol that you all survived despite the odds?”

His smile was a proud one. “Exactly.”

The Scared Grounds had gone through a deep restoration, something you could so clearly tell. No longer did the grass grow widely, nor was it adorned in cracking stone and debris- the wild greenery had been plucked from between the cobble, broken stone filled in, the pillars rebuilt and it was beautiful, mystical in a way with the sun beaming down and the trees rustling with the wind, yet from the old scaffolding with buckets of supplies gathered around it still had a way to go from being perfect.

You were a little too caught up in the scene, looking over the engravings etched into the pavement, the triforce graced with the Golden Goddesses' emblems, chiselled into the centre of the grounds-

Didn’t notice the change in the heroes, the air of tension thick as they all shared a similar look of understanding, as Time wandered over to Wild who glanced over the area.

“It’s quiet.” His comment made the younger blonde hum.

“Too quiet.”

A glance your way had Time gently nudging him. “Stay close to them.”

“You don’t need to tell me twice.”

Hyrule had already been by your side at the shift, hand intertwined protectively around your own as he moved to stand in front of you, the others subtly backing into a circle, weapons being pulled from sheaths.

It didn't go unnoticed by you. 

“What’s going on?” Your voice stayed quiet, not daring to break the quiet concentration of them all. “Have we walked into a trap?”

Wild had already appeared next to Hyrule, brandishing his bow with arrows pulled at the ready. You bit your tongue then, you let them focus, studying each and every one of them as they all positioned themself ready for battle- memorising as it was terrifying, you knew something was lurking nearby but you didn’t know what. Questions were haunting you, your eyes darted outside the safety circle to try and spot what exactly was stalking you.

The silence was tense, almost choking in a way.

A scream broke out in the North.

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Tag: @nihilistic-wobbufet, @xynnia, @souper-salad, @memesgivemereasontolive, @osaihara

(I swear to God why don't half these tags fucking work-)

[yankstrash]

Hi!

Quinn Hughes telling his family that him and you are expecting a baby and Ellen is like “it’s going to ruin your career” and is very disappointed! I’m just craving for some angst

request for anon :) i hope you like it !!!!

"You're WHAT?!" Ellen's voice boomed through the apartment, and not in an excited tone. That was definitely not the response you were expecting or hoping for from your mother in law as you just told her you were pregnant.

Ellen and Jim were in town for the Devils/Canucks game, and were staying with you and Quinn. You thought this would be the perfect time to tell them you and Quinn just found out you were having a baby. Guess not.

"Mom!" Quinn said back, disappointment evident in his voice. "What?! You're 23 years old, Y/N is 21, and your career is just getting started. How do you expect to raise a child with so much going on!" Ellen argued back.

You and Quinn knew it would be hard, but you were willing to work through it. The two of you have been talking about kids since you first started dating, and now that it's actually happening it felt like a dream. Apparently not for some people though.

"We're going to be just fine. You're supposed to be happy for us and support us!" Quinn said. You wanted to speak up too, but you were honestly shocked at Ellen's reaction. The two of you have been close ever since you met Quinn, and you always looked forward to the day you got to tell her you'd be giving her a grandchild.

Ellen sighed and took a few seconds to collect herself before speaking again. "I love you, and I love Y/N, but this was not the right time for a child. It's going to ruin your career." She said, much more calm, but it almost hurt worse hearing those words than any other words she had said previously.

You couldn't stand it anymore. You turned and hurried off to you and Quinns shared bedroom, slamming the door once you were inside. You threw yourself on your bed as tears streamed down your face. You were so upset by Ellen's reaction to your pregnancy. Gosh, if this is how she reacted, what will YOUR parents say?

The thought of that gave you even more anxiety, and you began to cry harder. Within seconds, you heard the bedroom door open and close gently.

"Baby?" Quinn said. You responded to him with choked sobs. He sat down next to where you were laying on the bed and began to rub your back. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry sweetheart. I cannot believe she reacted that way, I am furious." He said.

You didn't know if that made you feel any better. If anything, it may have made you feel worse. You hated the idea of driving a wedge between Quinn and his mom, whom he loved very much. They were so close, and the thought of them growing apart because of you killed you.

"It's okay, it just shocked me. I really thought she would be thrilled." You said, rolling over to face him. "She'll come around, I promise." He said caressing your cheek.

You could only hope Quinn was right. You didn't know how you were going to do this without Ellen by your side.

[aphroditelovesu]

Ello Guv'na Could you do yanmom rhaenyra love letter about reader and yan romance alicent's relationship (Thanks, your writing is my metaphorical heroin😁)

(awwnnn, thank u anon! 😊❤️)

My lovely child,

I cannot express how disappointed I am to learn of the nature of your relationship with the Queen. There aren't enough words to describe my hatred and sadness upon learning of this situation. How can you do that? Did she force you into this? Oh, (Y/N), please answer me honestly.

I really want to believe that you were forced into this, that she forced you and that you didn't get involved with her out of pure and spontaneous will. I find it hard to believe this and even more so in what my eyes have seen and what has been said to my ears. No mother would want to see her own child in such a situation and knowing that you are with her makes me so angry and disappointed. I can't lose anyone else I love over that woman and I won't.

My baby, I want you to separate from her immediately and when you do we will go back to Dragonstone. I know you are going to be upset about this but it's for your own good. She can't be trusted, none of them can be trusted, and I can't have my most loved child getting hurt because of them. You will see, in the long run this will be the best thing for you.

Don't be mad at me because I am the one who is furious about this whole situation. You are my child and therefore you must obey my orders as they are thought only for your good. If you get sad, don't worry, your mom will be here to comfort you. I will always be here for you, whenever you need me I will be there for you.

I love you and listen to me this time, please my baby, I am just looking out for you.

With all the love,

Your beloved mom, Rhaenyra Targaryen.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies! About Crewel, about cheating, about Jamil stripping, about Sebek witnessing some life-altering things.

Anonymous asked:

Your kuroshitsuji art is just sooo good <3

Thank you so much, Anon! <3 I am very happy that we can post it and that people enjoy it.

Anonymous asked:

OMG HAVE YOU SEEN CREWEL SSR

Anonymous asked:

SSR CREWEL CARD DROPPING! Thoughts?

IT'S SO GOOD, BUT SO OVERWHELMING. I am so happy we're getting NRC staff cards. I want to see Trein…

I wonder what his groovy is going to be like; I wish we’d see the inside of his car, but I feel like it’s going to be something NRC-related.

It also kind of made us think and discuss just how much money Crewel might have, you know, with his fancy old car, his coats + that building behind him that could just be NRC, but could also be a wall of his own place. Cruella had that manor in addition to her flat/house, what if Crewel also owns a property? What if he comes from old money? And what if he doesn’t come from old money and just rents expensive shit every month to look fancy… I wonder if the salary is good at NRC…  

Anonymous asked:

How would the twst guys react to walking in on their paramours cheating on them.

To be honest, Anon, it’s always a bit difficult to think about cheating when it comes to the way we ship characters. There are multiple ways to go around it, and it really depends on what kind of scenario we want: an angsty one or a horny one (yay NTR!). And with some characters and ships, certain situations would be much more upsetting than the others…

In general though, I feel like everyone would get upset in their own way. I wouldn’t want to break the bottoms’ hearts too much (aside from intentionally mean scenarios); the tops would get horny though! They always do for some fucking reason.

But! Speaking of being upset in their own way: I also wrote a post on a similar topic before: the one about twst guys reacting to their loves calling them by the wrong name. Even though there are some specific (calling someone by the wrong name could be an accident and/or doesn’t necessarily apply that the person is actively cheating), I feel like the overall reaction would be pretty much the same… but twice as furious, yikes lol

Sorry if this is a disappointing reply. Thank you for your ask!

Anonymous asked:

Sebek should walk on Silver and Lillia one day and Lillia invites him to fuck Silver alongside him

Yeah, this is something that is bound to happen at some point because Lilia really isn’t careful about how secretive he is when he is with Silver. It’s honestly a miracle that it would take Sebek this long to walk in on them lol

He would absolutely get invited. And it’s not like he can say “no” to Lilia (and it’s not like he wants to, considering how good Silver looks in this state…).

Anonymous asked:

I was reading the stripper post and I saw the Jamil scenario so clearly in my head that I thought I was having allucinations. Picture this: in some unspecified future Kalim has taken over his duties as an Asim, and has just struck a major deal with some very important business partners, so he decides that to celebrate he'll treat them to anything they want. After some fake objections (Oh we couldn't possibly impose on you like this...) they suggest a strip club. Great idea! Kalim immediately books the location. As in, only the location... without the strippers. He just thought it would be more fun if they could do the dancing themselves, but... uh? Why does everyone suddenly looks so down? Oh, maybe they're just shy? In that case Kalim will go first to break the ice! Jamil of course would ask him to let him handle it (As the heir you cannot afford to embarrass yourself in front of these people!). Any complaints from the guests would probably die down pretty quickly (As expected from Asim, everything they offer is first-rate, even their servants!), with mission entertain-the-guests being a complete success. Although mission try-to-stop-Kalim-from-making-a-fool-out-of-himself wouldn't go as well... he would likely last less than five minutes before going "That looks like fun!" and deciding to join Jamil (mostly because he suddenly really really really wants to touch Jamil)

Oh my god, leave it to Kalim fucking al-Asim to think that strip clubs are for dancing. Just what one would expect from a guy that treats his harem like a bunch of cool friends. I have no idea how Jamil didn’t prevent this type of situation from happening, but we can’t blame it on him: the guy has too much on his plate… and now he has even more on his plate with this whole stripping thing + with Kalim joining him!

Of course he would suddenly really-really want to touch Jamil, I wonder why…

I can’t even say anything about Kalim’s business partner because I am super jealous of them: they got to witness the best thing ever. Jamil was born to strip and dance 😭

[fnafsbheadcanon]

Eleanor: Tsk tsk. I have to say Mimic I’m disappointed. Really I am.

The Mimic make a whirring noise which was anger at the female mannequin.

Eleanor: It’s honestly laughable. You lost to a mere child. All of that power over this ruined mall, the virus in your hands, and the deception to humans. Yet all of that was lost to a boy.

The monster couldn’t stand up. Not without that MXES machine preventing him to. It was powerless here. That damn brat ruined everything and fooled me to the last bit.

It was so close catching him too. Then yet, it was almost like he knew what to do. Led to this… purgatory. With no way out without its captor and guard. It knew she was right. All of the things it could have done. Was wasted because of Gregory.

Eleanor: I must say that he really got my attention. He must be if not the only one to be the smartest one of the others. Such age with such massive knowledge could be very valuable. He’s smart, resourceful, and… familiar.

The mimic narrowed its eyes at her. It knew exactly where she was going and even it’s just a machine. It can fell the burning rage in its systems. She’s deceptive, cunning, and master of getting what she needs. She wouldn’t dare-

Eleanor: Perhaps finding him myself, and maybe take action on him wouldn’t be too bad. After all with him such gift and talent could be a potential threat to me. But also the key to all my solutions.

It was enraged, furious even. So mad to the point its claws gave cracks to the pavement floor. She was going to take its prized possession. He’s mine. I found Davi- Gregory first. My favorite apprentice. NOT YOURS!!!

Eleanor: I would just stand her and keep making fun of for your failures. But overall, I don’t think you’ve done.

She pulled out an walkie talkie in the shape of Glamrock Freddy. She threw the backpack that had the name Gregory on it.

Eleanor: Luckily for you I will at least help you this bit, but the rest is for you to do.

She proceeded to throw the device near one of the Mimic hands. It observed it for few seconds and then looked back at Eleanor.

Eleanor: I help you leave this place with the hands of a girl Gregory is familiar. Once you escape you get to have fun again.

She then proceeded to head of the mimics lair and heads out of the establishment.

Eleanor: However. By the time you escaped your chains and released from your rotting cell. Gregory will already be mine.

She then pushed the heart shaped button just below her throat. She jerked and shook, but visibly softened, her robotic body was no more, and turned into a girl. The height of an 11 year old. Wearing overall blue skirt, white shirt underneath, white socks covering a third of her ankles, and blue shoes. Her brown wavy long hair. With some green eyes to finish.

Eleanor: With such similarities and ability, he’ll make my wishes of bringing the family come true.

She gave a little wave out to the world, then skipped out into the sunshine and down to the city to find where Gregory could be. She has a good suspicion where he might live. Thanks to those two fools Gregory has attachment too. The blonde lady and the bear will be an issue. But an issue she can solve. Once she seizes that boy she’ll begin the reunion.

…

The mimic watched as Eleanor left. It couldn’t control its movements. It looked at the walkie talkie. It didn’t want to accept her gift. Anyone but her. But what choice did it have? Nothing. Sooner it will fall apart and be useless collection of garbage to be thrown away and forgotten. With great reluctance, it grabbed the walkie talkie. It felt annoyed; then it felt determined. And then it felt vengeance.

Mimic-Gregory: Cassie?! Cassie can you hear me?!

I love how half of this post is just Eleanor making fun of the mimic