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tarothouselattier · 2 years ago

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I’m doing good, I’m on some new shit Been saying «YES» instead of «NO» - - the 1 by Taylor Swift

What you need to say "YES" to,

instead of the usual "NO"

all the images are from pinterest

This reading turned out to be not what I was expecting, but I feel like this is even better. There are some heartfelt moving messages and also some harsh necessary truths that will ultimately benefit you. I just hope you enjoy this one, like I did!

PLS feel free to share your thoughts and impressions with me in my ask box or message me. There is nothing I value more in this blog than human connection!!

If you're not sure how to choose a pile, what I like to do is observe image, close my eyes and while taking a few deep breaths I repeat the question in my mind and ask spirit to guide me to my pile. After I open my eyes observe the piles again and one or more usually stands out to me. It just buzzes with energy. | just can't tear my gaze away.

No matter what, I come back to that pile.

If this is not your way of doing things, I asked my spirit guides to help me choose a photo that correlates specifically with you and your energy. Even the text "Pile" I chose for you based on your energy. So, feel free to just choose what you like.

PILE 1 🫸🫷

SAY “YES” to:

choosing yourself as you are rn and crowning yourself as a Queen

moving yourself and your world forward

taking the sword in your own hands

you are my lady in waiting. Which is weird because you’re actually the Queen of swords, all of the Queens in tarot are bad bitches and they’re the leaders of their own life, but it’s like you are waiting for someone to give you your sword. You need to realise that that sword is your life and all your life energy it comes from you not out. You just really remind me of the Timothée Chalamet quote “you need to realise that the life comes from you and not at/to you” yeah, something similar he said.

honestly pile 1 am flabbergasted with you. Can you imagine, IMAGINE the Queen of swords. LITERAL Queen of swords, like an actual real-life figure and she’s waiting for someone to give her a sword. Is she really THE Queen of swords if she’s waiting for someone to give her her own sword.

YOU NEED TO MOVE. It’s like if your leg was cranking up and making you uncomfortable you still wouldn’t move it. Nobody’s gonna do it for you.

You need to say YES to yourself, to your potential, to your actuality, to your abundance, to the money that you want and you know I don’t know why but like fame and recognition are coming through strongly. Create your own World. Collect all your Ls and be like okay, okay goodbye I’m taking this and I’m going away. And at least, AT LEAST .I’m moving .

Yeah, you may be down, really really down but you still got you you still can move, and that’s truly all you need to say yes to. MOVING. Because it’s like you you’re making it seem like you were stuck, I don’t even know, up with ivy and you’re just cornered into a wall and you were glued.

Obstacles and your past are not the things that are stopping you from your abundance and you living your best life and being the most incredible version of you. Yeah you may have made mistakes but your mistakes aren’t holding you back, you are holding onto your own mistakes. You are stuck in the labyrinth of your own mind. You need to move. forget about the past I just need to move. You thoughts don’t make your life. YOU make your life. It’s OK to grow and change. What is not OK is thinking you can’t!

Pile 2 ☀️ You are my sweetie honey-pumpkin pie. Here's a hug and a celebratory hurray for what's ahead of you!

you need to say YES to:

start getting dressed more fancy, the way you like.

say yes to your graceful elegant side.

Also you need to say yes to being more gentle with yourself. It’s okay to not rush with your feelings if you still feel hurt and shocked.

"Start looking forward and stop looking back" - What's the use of feeling Blue? Song from Steven Universe. My personal favourite quote for situations llike this. (You won't believe it but I once channeled it from Jinx oddly enough. She gave me great advice)

getting excited about your own life!

It’s like you feel that you missed your chance on something, or something in your life did not turn out the way it was supposed to it’s over and you just can’t accept that it’s over.

I can't make this shit up. The card that flew out next was the 2 of cups.

Did you go through a breakup recently?

If so, then I am with you. To be honest, I’ve noticed that people are literally collectively going through breakups right now. Doesn’t matter if it’s a relationship that lasted for years or several months. EVERYONE is breaking up right now. I swear to you. Me included. I’m with you, honey🥹❤️❤️

Okay, I fully understand now what I need to say to you.

I know how much it hurts. Trust me, I’ve gone through the same thing a week ago. It was a 4 year relationship. But it was dying. There is no saving the wilted flowers. They blessed your life with their beaty, served their time and left space for the next amazing thing to come in their place. Say yes to letting it go! Say "yes"! Understand, this was for the best! And you need to start thinking about yourself. What is over is already over and done with. You cannot get it back, you cannot change it. You need to understand, this break up, this thing, it happened. "There is happiness after you, but there was happiness because of you" I PROMISE YOU you need to get excited honestly say yes to getting excited. This is a new chapter in your life and let me tell you, I feel like you’re gonna be, man.. if I like you were in the dark, this whole whole freaking time and you’re kind of amazed how it’s over, but somehow there’s a glimmer of hope and you might actually feel better than you thought you would. And I keep hearing "bedazzled". You need to be out there at the frontlines of your life. You need to let your spark shine, don’t feel guilty. Feel sad, but also understand that the person may not have been your future but they did turn out to be your past instead. And they were there and it’s amazing, and now is the start of your next chapter and let me tell you, it’s gonna be exciting!! You need to like, you need to get excited about this, truly. Move don’t be pushed around by the paast that you own. Don’t stay stuck in the same place. Don’t let these thoughts and whatever there is overcome you. There is no need, you’re the Queen! The boss of your own life! Think about the fancy stuff that you want to buy for yourself, the concert tickets that you want.. I might be projecting, but truly this is a collective thing right now so I feel like I’m speaking to you as a friend, but also this is literally what the cards are saying. Your life will literally glimmer and shine as the Sun and the stars. Take control of your life. Be the leader of change. All of the things that you want to do. It’s time! it’s time to make plans and make them come to life because this is the going forward. It's the only thing that will make you feel better, not dwelling on the past. It’s over. It’s okay to relax into your bright future. HELL, into your bright present. Notice how you feel lighter. It's like you finally cleaned out your old closet. Like you felt heavy and stressed all this time without knowing why. And when you broke up you realised that the person that you so loved was the last thing holding you back. And you finally feel fresh. Finally feel like you have your whole life ahead of you. Breath and breathe out. The only one you need to love you is YOU!

But still, I love you! ❤️❤️☀️

Songs you might enjoy at this particular time(besides:

Bejeweled - Taylor Swift

Happiness- Taylor Swift

Midnight shy - Miley Cyrus

Truth hurts - Lizzo

Break free - Ariana Grande

Clean - Taylor Swift

Thank u, next - Ariana Grande

Honestly, the Renaissance album is the vibe rn, but skip the love songs, if you’re still uncomfy.

Additional picture-messages for you that I channeled

Pile 3 My dragons🐲

I strongly feel you were given a precious gift in this life, a divine gift, truly.

YOU MUST SAY YES TO THIS OR ELSE!!!:

YOUR WILDEST DREAMS AND PLANS

SEEING YOUR VISION THROUGH TILL THE END NO MATTER THE COST

MAKE YOUR PROJECT/DREAM/DESIRE A REALITY RN OR I'LL BITE YOUR EAR OFF(affectionate)

RAGE AND SEE YOUR OWN WORTH

“YOU'VE NEVER GIVEN UP ON ANYTHING IN YOUR LIFE. SO DON'T YOU DARE START NOW”

When I was channeling your pile:

What I meant to say: “my caterpillars, turning into butterflies”.

What I actually said: “ah, my butterflies, turning into caterpillars”. 💀

Crying rn.

Believe in yourself, no matter your doubts. You’re actually turning into a butterfly. You not believing in yourself is the only thing stopping you from seeing it. Believe and speed up the transformation.

I then heard “my dragons” ssoooo.

It’s you. You are my dragons.

I feel so strongly for you pile 3!!!!!! DON'T YOU DARE be careless with your gift, whatever it may be. Weather it refers to your inner power, or maybe an idea that you want to bring to life. Don’t you dare miss this opportunity because of your fears or your disbelief in yourself. You are this powerful for a reason don’t you dare give it up!!!!!!!! Don’t you dare be careless.

This is as much of a warning as it is advice and I advise you, I demand of you strongly! Don’t you dare pass up this opportunitybecause you think you are incompetent or not good enough, any of that crap. You doubt yourself for literally no reason, don’t let it cloud your judgement or stop you from taking action. You might believe what you believe but still do it anyway. You have a brain, you have hands. You may not think the best of yourself rn, but at least rage and be like: "like hell I'm about to let it go with the wind!!! NEVER." Because I feel like you’re extremely gifted psychically, or you have something to offer that only you and no one else can. it’s like you have a spark in you, it’s amazing. YOU are the one who is meant to bring it to life. I am just, wow. This is so incredible that I am kind of speechless and all I can do is be like "don’t you dare be careless with that, don’t you dare be lazy, don’t you dare doubt yourself"

You need to be worried about giving up, so don’t you dare give up!!! See it through whatever idea that you have. I don’t care, no matter what, put your blood sweat and tears into it and all of your burning passion and desire and your life force and see it through. BRING THIS SHIT TO COMPLETION. You will receive something MAJOR. the divine is on your side. Don’t you dare lose this halfway. Don’t lose yourself. This is crucial right now.

I keep hearing this part of a song, and the words “like I believe in you” . I was thinking whether it’s like a Disney song but I believe this is a Steven universe song and I love my animation, It's an incredible song. the song is called "Who we are". it goes "and I believe in them, and I believe in yOuuuuu". The whole song is a bomb that you need rn. Listen to the song or catch these hands.

like oh my God say yes yes say yes all "t baby can you bring me all the way" from a Beyonce song on the Renaissance album. Now it is not time to give up. Now it’s not time to suddenly be like "oh well, guess I’m not good enough, guess it’s not bringing me anything" SAY NO TO BETRAYING YOUR VALUES. SAY NO TO BETRAYING YOUR OWN SELF". I know this reading is supposed to be about what you should say YES to, but in order to lit a fire under your ass I need to be counterproductive like you seem to be right now. Don’t give up cause you fucking doubt yourself, okay!? I’m mad right now because I believe in you so passionately and whloeheartedly. I would literally, I don’t know, fight you and shake you by the shoulders with how much I believe in you and how much I want to see you shine it’s crazy. I swear like DM me or put an ask in my ask box and tell me what it is that you want to do in this world because oh my God, oh my God, I’ll be your listener, your viewer...not your buyer at this moment because I don’t have money right now, but I will definitely be your supporter!!!! I want you to win, baby, so win!

The universe wants you to win, most of all you are the 1. You have to be the one who wants you to win the most!!! There’s nobody stronger than you. Forget even "higher power" Only pay attantion to yourself. You are the force!!!! so bring it on!!! Also, by the way, I’m a pile three girly as well, like strongly. You are my spirit friend, spiritual siblings, so I also have some dreams. So if you like, feel free to message me or put an ask in my box.

I love you and I am moved by your extremely powerful energy. I was like welling up with inspiration and drive. I feel like Nicki Minaj right now with this particular quote: “barbz, don’t you dare be lazy. Stay in school”

Additional picture-messages for you that I channeled

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17mujipens · 16 days ago

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The Dragon Prince season 7 live thoughts:

i genuinely cannot believe we’re here. it’s insane to me. i don’t want it to end and i think that’s why i’ve delayed it so much

ohhh Claudia, the way she needs to believe in something is so tragic to me

i believe Claudia and Aaravos will reach Jinx and Silco levels of fucked up father-daughterism

ETHARI!!!!! please we must un-widow him faster!!!

oh my god i’m not prepared for them to feel the grief of seeing Katolis destroyed

Terry is so rightfully wary of Aaravos he’s so protective and loving. best man in the world actually

the fact that Callum in this scene believes the whole capital perished and Soren feels solely responsible…. what if my heart broke

Soren and Corvus are so hilarious i love this duo

EZRAAAN :( i need to hug him he’s so baby. and he’s lost so much. and he bears the weight.

Aaravos is showing off and Terry is not impressed lmao

“I know you like Earthblood, Claudia” HELP what an insane thing to say

Aaravos can turn into a human????

Snow White motif? the core of the conflict there is the envy stepmother feel over her stepdaughter. is Aaravos envious over Callum’s connection to the magic?

Ezran totally deserved to go off like this. and what a beautiful scene!!

i actually love that they have Ezran show this side. it’s something like righteous anger and vengeance and his need for justice. and how he can be so cold to those who’ve done him wrong. loved seeing it with Viren too.

Astrid is so badass i love her

i’m glad they’re not glossing over how complicated this whole thing is. like. our people have been at war for generations. i love you. i helped you bring your dad back from the dead because i knew how important he is to you. he is the man who killed my dad. my baby brother was forced to bear the crown because of that horrible night. i love my brother. i’m sorry.

oh god the break out is going to tear everyone apart. oh no.

okay i’m sorry but human Aaravos is so hot. babygirl levels off the charts. also the fact that he’s hunched over when we know he doesn’t have to be. diva

that shot of Ezran with Zyms wings behind him. tough as hell

okay it’s already tearing them apart. i have to look away.

Terry having a pure heart is like. both understandable and insane at the same time.

Lux Area’s political drama could be a show on its own tbh

oh the sibling relationships in this show. betrayal and opposing sides and love throughout it all

ugh those words about Ezrans vengeful side are so gonna cause me pain later

Aarovos being endeared by Claudia is also gonna cause me pain

wait Queen Aanya MVP?

Terry does NOT fuck with Aaravos. king

wait i kind of need a story about the mage wars

Aaravos’s expression as Claudia rambles about unicorn bone goop and primal jelly tarts is so hilarious. man is flabbergasted

i knew father-daughter was incoming. they just fit so well together!!

Karim keeps finding new and creative ways to hurt Janai

isn’t having a fire ruby cave like having nukes. INSANE

Runaan is coming home <3

Rayla is still banished </3

the reunion is making me emotional. the way Etharis been HAUNTED by Runaan. the way Runaan just had to touch him, feather light, for Ethari to recognised him. ‘my heart’. what if i cried and sobbed?

oh, u would know about devastated parents, wouldn’t you, Aaravos?

Runaan fighting for his daughter!! Runaan and Ethari dads of all time actually

i was NOT expecting it to be told plain text “She loves me. I am her father now and she is my daughter.” i GASPED. that whole interaction between Aaravos and Terry is crazy. Aaravos acting as if he’s objective and empathetic? as if he’s helping? while all he’s actually doing is driving a wedge between Claudia and the only person in the world who would try to get her away from him? isolating the victim?

“However dangerous, however vile” knocked me on my ass icl

Rayla’s new moon ritual monologue is great

Claudia and Terry you will always be famous

Rayla is finally un-Ghosted!!! she can finally come home!!

Aaravos’s fucking self satisfied aura over Terry leaving. horrible little man

Terry continues to be the best man in the world and taking in the chicks. any guy can be a babygirl but it takes a man to be a single mother

Callum trying to endear himself to his gfs parents but being incredibly awkward about it. love

THEYRE GONNA USE THE NUKES?????

Ezran not knowing Terry is so fucking funny. please. like he was so nervous only to be met with “wtf are u talking about? who are u?”

Soren exhibiting proper brother behaviour about his sisters ex while being on opposite side of the war is just chefs kiss

Callum wants to be liked by Raylas parents so much he’s just fucking going along and playing horsey to elf kids

Soren vs Terry is a duo i never knew i needed

the 10 kids bit absolutely KILLED me

the pink shoujo girl sequence of moon berry surprise took me out

Soren being so adamant about not wanting to see his mother while carrying her only picture in his person at all times. he misses her so much

no because this Miyana Karim scene is from a political intrigue drama fs

Raylum being cute and domestic <333 meanwhile, there are horrors out there

oooh Claudia and Aaravos finally putting cards on the table

Callum feeling the responsibility of it all. yes i like seeing my favourite characters in soul crushing pain

every moment Claudia and Soren meet is a great moment.

THE MOM???? oh i KNOW im about to cry

Callum not wanting to accept the part of himself that is capable of darkness

oh WOW Claudia figured them out fast. god she’s so smart and so unhinged

it’s really interesting how this season we have Terry and Callum who both have this question “how much can i do for you, for love while still remaining the person youve fallen for?”

i think hearing “however dangerous, however vile” will always knock me over

is that the first dark mage that came out of the Moon Nexus

Aanya confirmed MVP

Aaravos and Ezran confrontation already? AND THEYRE USING THE NUKES??

damn they got his ass

oh look the baby trap homunculus is back. surely this sacrificial lamb will be okay

when they show people following the plan as the plan is being narrated it’s usually not a good sign

also the fact that Callum and Ezran are separated is impacting them massively. like because they have this lapse in communication, they aren’t aware of goings on that the or he is privy to and they will end up fumbling

Astrid is so innocent to the outside world :D

Aaravos is such a good manipulator

Aaravos keeps talking about shades of grey, compromise, living in between. i think that’s what he believes and also what he needs to believe for peace of mind. he needs to think that what he’s been doing exists in that morally grey area, that it’s a sign of his wisdom that he recognises it, and that it’s worth it because otherwise he’s confronted with the reality that in his grief and pursuit of vengeance he’s become someone Leola wouldn’t recognise.

he’s showing that he’s only really laying there because he wants to be there

Ezran clock him!!

MAGE SHOWDOWN! there’s so much animosity between Claudia and Callum because of how much warmth there was before, and how their ideologies clash. great dynamic

Runaan has great skills, they’re showcased earlier but what i think is an interesting moment here is that he wants Callum to decide whether Claudia lives or dies. and it can’t be because he’s unsure of how dangerous she is, she just killed the archmage, i think it’s because it’s so ingrained in him as an assassin that he only follows orders.

Claudias transformation is so cool

noooo corruption oh nooooo :D

it’s such an undignified death. fitting for the great betrayer i think

i wonder what’s happening in Duren while Aanya is out here

Aaravos’s monologue is really revealing of his philosophy. “to exist is to suffer” and it is true for him. his every single moment is tinged with grief.

Claudia is so badass it’s insane. love u amoral queen

“My only light in this world” are you kidding me???? fucked up fatherdaughterism off the charts

Aaravos’s hair getting darker, like an inverse of what’s happening to Claudia

Ezran idk baby i have a bad feeling about it. feels like a trap

WHAT!!! i so wasn’t expecting another archdragon to die!!!

oh Runaan wants to protect his girl from unnecessary hurt

“Oh no! Dark magic! Whatever shall i do?” he’s such a diva

OH THIS IS WHAT RUNAAN WANTED TO PROTECT HER FROM?????

oh Aanya i fear i must make a statue in ur honour you’re the goat

the fear in Callum’s eyes when he sees Ezran. he doesn’t want him to see what’s going to happen

“My heart for Xadia!” what if i cried and sobbed

WHY is this man smiling. it scares me

oh wait they jumped him

“I will not watch another daughter die” now why would you say that when you know damn well i’m still crying.

Aaravos looks so good beat up ngl

no because seeing all of Claudia is kind of chilling. she’s barely recognisable compared to the start of the story. there’s barely any colour in her hair, her eyes have the dark magic glow, her face and body are covered in a combat spell, she has a prosthetic leg. she’s lost so much of herself going down this path. but she still wants to be herself.

“Your deaths mean nothing” you’re manic, babygirl :)

are all archdragons dead??? holy shit

ohhCallum and Ezran love each other so much

Zym’s voice?? Dante Basco i will recognise you anywhere

i love that they are leaving the option for the next arc but still tying this up

the city is kinda what i thought would be the end from the very beginning

is Claudia in the intro location??? is she going to wait there for Aaravos to spawn?? god i love my tragic daughter

Runaans honesty and vulnerability are so touching

Ethari seems shocked though. i think he kind of expected him to stop at saying he’ll accept justice

oh hell Runaan wants to live so desperately

wait so they’re confirming the bird theory NOW??? when we don’t have any time to do anything about it???

WHEN did Callum manage to put this together. he’s so cute and silly

insane way to end the series tbh. has me praying for them to greenlight arc 3 even though i will be pushing thirty if/when it comes out

#laila.txt #the dragon prince #tdp s7

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apritellointeractive · 7 months ago

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Sworn to Devotion: Chapter 2 - Part 6

>> Donnie asks April what's wrong.

(Art by @lovelyladylavie)

Sobs continue to wrack April’s small frame as she collapses against Donatello’s chest, sorrow and self-pity pervading her entire body. She’s not quite sure why her knight’s story about the unfortunate circumstances of his birth triggered the waterfall streaming down her cheeks, but it did.

His father—the King of Terrapathia—had lost his wife and was used for Draxum’s twisted experiments, something that should have hardened his heart for good. Yet he still had the compassion to not only save her knight and his brother, but raise them within the safety and comfort of their kingdom.

It’s far more kindness than her own father has ever shown her, and she’s a princess by blood. There was no devious plot to make a replacement child involved in her birth.

Although if that was true, maybe it could explain why her family treats her so poorly.

April feels arms awkwardly wrap around her form, large hands patting the top of her back. The kind gesture soothes her a little, but tears continue to stream down her face. Memories of her past two decades of life dance across her eyes, as if taunting her.

Above her, the knight clears his throat. “Er, um, there there, Princess April. Why are you crying on my armor?”

April wetly laughs. His question sounds like he’s attempting to navigate a passageway covered in booby traps, afraid that his next cautious step could trigger an axe to swing directly at his head.

But still, his efforts to comfort her do not go unnoticed. A small smile spreads across the princess’s face, appreciating his attempts to console her.

The bereft princess pulls back away from Donatello’s chest, using her sleeve to wipe her eyes and nose before wrapping her arms around herself. She cringes at how wet the front of his armor is, but she tries to ignore it so she doesn’t break down again. Her knight’s hands shift to rest on her lower back, and the steady hold helps April ground herself.

“I’m sorry. It’s just–” April lifts a hand to wipe away another tear that dared to escape down her cheek “–you, I… Prince Raph and King Splinter treated me with such kindness and respect during my visit that I thought they were luring me into a false sense of security. But now I know from your story that it’s not true.”

Her knight is silent for a moment. “Why did you think we were trying to do that?”

April looks away from his and off to the side, staring into the darkened forest. “My father is… not a good man. Sure, he can rule the kingdom adequately, and he loves my brother, but… I’m clearly just the spare to him. He doesn’t let me attend any royal meetings, or weigh in on any decisions. He berates me whenever I make any mistake, and he doesn’t give me the freedom to walk the halls of my own home. He doesn’t even let me wear what I want!”

“He doesn’t give you freedom to live your own home?” Her knight asks, flabbergasted.

The princess nods. “Yeah. If I didn’t follow ‘royal etiquette’ or spoke out of line, he’d ground me to my room and have guards keep me in there.” She shrugs. “Sometimes I was able to sneak out, but I’d usually get caught. Didn’t stop me from trying I guess. I’ve lived too much of my life stuck in my own bedroom.”

“I’m sorry.” Her knight’s voice is quiet, and in-between her sniffling she almost doesn’t hear it.

“And he, well... he spoke terribly of you and your people. Always told me you were untrustworthy monsters. So when he told me that I was to be wed to your Crown Prince–” she takes a quick look at him “–a decision I had no say in, by the way, I… I guess I assumed that I’d be treated worse. I-I’m sorry. I was wrong.”

Donatello leans forward. “But the King said you consented to the marriage?”

April shakes her head as a hollow laugh leaves her lips. “Haha! No. I wasn’t even told where we were going until I was packed up and in my carriage.”

“Pardon my language, but your father is a terrible excuse for a King.” Her knight’s hands move from her back to her arms, his thumbs rubbing up and down her sleeves. “If you would like to back out of the engagement, I can talk to Prince Raph. He only wants the best for you.”

She briefly considers the offer. Her eyes widen as she realizes that rejecting the marriage would just mean that she’s stuck at home, and her father might marry her off to someone worse. And she would also not see her dutiful knight ever again.

April shakes her head. “No! It’s ok.” She lifts her chin to look at him, albeit the darkness makes it difficult to see him clearly. “If Prince Raph’s treatment of me is any indication of what our marriage would be like, then I think it won’t be so bad.”

“I can assure you he’ll treat you with the respect and care that you deserve as the Queen of Terrapathia and as his wife.” Donatello places his hand on his chest armor. “I swear on it as a knight.”

April smiles. “Thank you.”

The exhaustion of the heavy conversation quickly catches up with her, so they decide to finish up what’s left of the crackers and jerky before settling down for the night. Donatello offers to keep watch for the first half of the night, positioning himself so he can guard the edge of the shallow concavity within the rock.

April makes herself as comfortable as she can, despite the less-than-agreeable conditions of their hiding spot. She reminds herself that this won’t last, as she’s more than confident that her knight will get her home safely.

Her eyelids flutter closed, sleep quickly washing over her as Donatello keeps watch.

>> Green

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miss-conner3 · 4 months ago

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so if your lamb is allergic/vunerable to cuteness as are you, now this might be dumb to say but are you perchance.......the lamb...HM?! u better answer this because now i'm curious as much as my brain can

(note i am NOT being serious asking this, i did follow u though since ur art with that lamb giving all the cult money for that halloween thing was sweet af)

Trapped (OoO)

Nah, lie... let me explain (UuU)/

I would say my lamb was the result of most of my decisions I made during my first playthrough.

Most of which were some silly things like:

To think that not all followers would return alive from a mission trip. (I stayed in the cult the first few times I sent my followers, wondering if they would return safely rather than if they would return with what I asked of them.)

Surprised that the faith of his cult dropped so much after returning from a crusade of no more than three days. (Although, in reality, I could see his state in my crusades; I just didn't notice it until afterward.)

Always yelling “¡I’m going to die!” when cornered in some crusade, only to later remember that he had a curse or some relic left that he could have used to defend himself. (At first, I did everything only with the weapons because I didn't remember the commands for the other two things, so, because of that, I always ended up dying XD)

Or lose life like crazy despite being the strongest in the place. (Easy level. Please don't judge me.)

There were also my comments and reactions to the game, which, in the end, helped me to finish defining my lamb's personality. Which was defined more or less like this:

“A little lamb who depends on people, who gets attached quickly, who suffers with the deaths of both his followers and his own, who has trouble remembering basic things, but who could easily beat the shit out of you once he remembers how to handle his own crown.

And despite all his power, he was afraid when facing The One Who Waits and his disciples. Only to be flabbergasted when he quickly defeated the two kittens and even more intimidated when he easily defeated Narinder himself.

A little lamb who is still learning, who is still looking for answers, and who is still surprised by every little mortal thing that happens in his cult.

Because for him, all of that matters.

Absolutely everything.”

So, I'd say the lamb isn't me, but it's based on me XD

I hope I explained it well (owo)

¡Thanks for asking!

#cult of the lamb #the little bubble au #oc #my lamb #my game #au headcanons #the little bubble ask #tumblr ask #I like to talk about my lamb #and sometimes I feel like I don't talk about him enough #so #thanks for asking!

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nocturnal-nexu · 5 months ago

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Finding Balance

Chapter 3 : New People, New Places

(For @ninjago-fic-fest)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 - Chapter 4

Summary: After he is retrieved from the lighthouse by his brother and new friends, Echo must adjust to his new life. Even though his new home and family are amazing, it's still so different from what he's used to. Maybe a walk in the city will help clear his mind.

Chapter 3

New People, New Places

Echo felt his pants pocket for about the tenth time since leaving the monastery. Yep, the communicator was still there.

He’d probably forget to check in as much as Zane wanted him to, but he promised himself he’d call his brother at least once on his outing.

At some point.

But not right now, there was too much to see!

And this place was like nothing Echo had ever seen before.

The streets bustled with cars and motorcycles of all shapes and colors. Tantalizing smells wafted from street vendors and out of restaurant doors. Bright signs advertising sales and 2 for 1 specials, sat outside of businesses, trying to bring in as many costumers as possible. People lined the sidewalks, arms full of the wares they had bought at the previous store, headed to the next vendor on their list.

It was so beautiful. The city was filled with more life and color than Echo thought possible.

And the buildings were all so tall! Sure, the lighthouse had been pretty sizable, but these buildings were ginormous!

Echo craned his neck to see the top of a particularly large building that looked to be near the center of the city. It’s shiny glass sides shone in the sun. The walls kept going up and up and up; crowned at the tippy top with a shimmering blue hologram that looked a bit like a stylized letter “C”. The hologram shimmered and warbled with static as a bird flew through the center of the digital image.

There were quite a lot of birds around, actually, Echo noticed. Pigeons strutted through the streets, larger black birds, probably crows or ravens, soared through the spaces between the many buildings. There were even some robins perched on some of the power lines that lined the roads.

Echo was looking at a particularly large black bird perched comic-ly on a rather small streetlight when a kid on a bike almost crashed into him.

“Wwhhhooooaaa!!!!” the kid yelled and swerved at the last second as Echo stumbled in the opposite direction. Both the bike and the kid fell to the pavement with a crash.

When he had recovered his balance, Echo rushed over to the kid sprawled out on his back and offered a hand to help him up.

“Are you okay?”, he asked urgently. He sincerely hoped the boy was alright; it had looked like a pretty nasty crash. But the kid suddenly jumped up from the street unaided, as if nothing had happened.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m fine!”, he exclaimed, “I’ve crashed my bike hundreds of times!”

The boy looked a little disheveled, but he didn’t seem to be hurt too bad.

“Hundreds of times?” Echo asked, flabbergasted.

“Well, maybe not that many times, but I do crash a lot,” the kid answered, “I’m Nelson by the way, what’s your name?”

“Oh, I’m Echo,” the android replied, and stuck out his hand for a handshake like his brother had taught him to.

Nelson accepted his hand and shook it enthusiastically, “Nice to meet you, Echo! And um, sorry I almost ran you over,”

“It’s okay. I am glad that you are fine as well,”

“Thanks!”, Nelson replied with a smile.

Then his smile broadened, and his eyes widened.

"Whoa…sorry - this is - I just have to say – I can’t believe I’m meeting a real life nindroid!”, Nelson stuttered out, “This is so cool! I’ve seen some nindroids around town, but I’ve never actually met one before,”

Echo smiled wide.

He didn’t think anyone had ever called him “cool” before. It felt good. And from the sounds of it there were other nindroids in the city as well. That was an encouraging thought.

Pausing their conversation, Nelson crouched down by his bike to examine it.

“Oh no…” he groaned, “my mom’s gonna kill me...”

Echo gave Nelson a concerned look.

“Oh! Not really. It’s just an expression,” Nelson added with a laugh, seeming to understand Echo’s confusion. “She keeps telling me to be more careful when I bike in the city. So, she’s not going to be happy when she sees this,” he gestured to the overturned bike.

Echo took a closer look at the bike and saw the reason for Nelson’s distress. Not only had the chain come off the gears, which in and of itself would have been an easy fix, but the gears themselves were missing entirely!

He looked around for the missing gears, and finally spotted them scattered on the sidewalk a few feet away. He quickly retrieved the bike gears and went to hand them to Nelson.

“Are these what you’re looking for?” he asked.

“Oh, you found them! Thanks Echo!” Nelson exclaimed excitedly. And then he paused, seemingly deep in thought, “Now, how do I reattach these…”

Echo squatted down next to Nelson to get a closer look at the problem.

If there was one thing he knew, it was mechanics. He had reattached his own arm multiple times and had kept Ty-Dee in tip top shape over the years in the lighthouse. Echo figured he could reattach the gears easily.

With the right tools.

Which he didn’t have on hand.

“Hmmm. I think I can fix it, but I don’t have the tools right now…”

“You’ll help me fix it? Aw man you’re a life saver Echo!”

Echo stood up and considered their options.

“If you would like, we can take your bike back to my house and I can fix it there,”

“That sounds great! But I’ll have to ask my mom first,” Nelson rolled his eyes, “She doesn’t like me going to other people’s houses without her permission,”

“Hm. That seems like a good rule for her to have” Echo replied.

“Yeah, I guess,” Nelson admitted, “I’ll ask her and maybe I can come over with the bike tomorrow,”

“Sounds like a plan,” Echo nodded his head in agreement, “I suppose I shall see you tomorrow. It was very nice meeting you Nelson.”

“It was nice to meet you too,” Nelson replied with a smile.

Echo waved a quick goodbye and was just turning to leave when Nelson interrupted.

“Hey, I was headed to the Dairy Dragon for some ice cream. Y’know, before I almost crashed into you and all. But it’s kinda boring eating ice-cream all by yourself. Do you want to come?”

Echo considered the offer. The whole reason he had wanted to explore the city was, ironically in a city this size, to get away from people. But honestly, after talking with him for a bit, Echo kinda wanted to hang out with Nelson some more. Who knows? It could be the start of a new adventure.

“I would love to accompany you. But, um, what is ice cream?”

“You’ve never had ice cream before?!”, Nelson blurted, flabbergasted.

Echo thought back to all the different meals he had tried with his new family. Ice cream. Like the cream cheese frosting on his welcome home cake?

“Um. Is it like cake?”, Echo offered in response to Nelson’s bewilderment.

“If you like cake, you’re going to love ice-cream!”, Nelson replied, “Be prepared for deliciousness my friend! It’s this way!”

Nelson gestured for Echo to follow him as he wheeled his bike down the sidewalk towards a row of small shops.

Echo didn’t move from his place on the concrete.

Friend. He had made a new friend.

Echo stood smiling for a moment longer before Nelson shouted back to him.

“Are you coming, Echo?!”

“Coming!”, Echo shouted back and ran to catch up with his new friend.

It wasn’t exactly the alone time he had planned for the day, but that was okay.

He was glad to have met someone as nice as Nelson.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago lego #ninjago fan fiction #fanfiction #ninjago echo #echo zane #nexu's writing

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fanfictilltheend · 2 years ago

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You should see me in a crown - Chapter 5 (Y/N Grimes/Negan Smith)

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Chapter 4 // Chapter 6

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A/n: Thanks for reading! Let me know if you want more. Also, I haven't written in this verse in literally years so I hope it feels cohesive. Let me know! I have one more chapter planned but not written yet so it may take a lil while. If you guys want more than that you have to let me know. Also, I have a Joel miller x reader in the works requested to me on tumblr. We have made it to 15 followers on tumblr lmao come join in the squad! Y/N is like 20 in this and Negan is whatever age he is in season 7 so if that’s too much of an age gap please turn back!

Warnings: 18+ smut do not interact if not 18+ afab!you, daddy kink, kissing, age difference, abusive!Rick Grimes, protective Negan, sexual touching, oral sex, multiple orgasms, cumming untouched, facials, attempted orgasm denial

Summary: Negan expresses doubts and things look grim for a while until they don't.

When I wake up the next morning, Negan is gone from the bed. I figure he's probably busy running an empire, so it makes sense, but part of me is still a little sad I'm alone. I have imagined waking up in his arms so many times it feels a little disappointing to be on my own.

So I put on my clothes then enter into the living room area and there’s Negan eating breakfast and reviewing some maps at the dining table. He’s wearing these black reading glasses that make him look very sexy in my opinion.

He looks at me, lowering his glasses on the bridge of his nose, then back to his maps. He doesn't greet me.

That’s strange.

“Hey,” I say. “Are you mad at me or something?”

“What?” he asks breaking into a smirk, but his expression is distant. “Mad at ya? What makes you think that?”

Maybe I'm just overthinking things, but something in his vibe is definitely different. He's looking at me guiltily like he's my teacher about to tell me I'm failing tenth-grade English or something. Not like a guy who wants to fuck me.

“Nothing,” I mumble, forcing the thought away. “So what are we doing today?”

“I was thinking,” he begins, avoiding my eyes. “I think it’s time to get you back to Alexandria.”

“ What?” I spit, feeling like I've just been socked in the chest. I don’t believe this. “After everything I told you about Rick you think that's a good idea?”

“What? No, not like that,” he replies dismissively. “I’d beat the shit out of him first to get him to leave you alone and all and I’d always be there to reinforce the idea, but then I think you should get home to your family after.”

“Did I miss something?” I ask, thinking he’s kidding. “I thought it was cool to stay here for a while…”

I try to sit down in his lap, but he frowns and pushes me away lightly.

What the fuck?!

“Shit, do you not like me anymore?” I ask incredulously, so deeply hurt by his rejection I don’t even tear up. “I mean, are you embarrassed by me or something?”

“Listen, Y/N, I’m not one to beat around the bush: I'm ending things between us,” he says softly, avoiding my eyes. “It’s for your own goddamn good too, believe me.” He narrows his own eyes when he sees the disbelieving look on my face. “I mean we’re mortal fucking enemies for Christ sake!”

“That can’t be the reason!” I nearly shout, absolutely flabbergasted at this turn of events. “You didn’t care about that yesterday!” I shoot back, still not fully believing him. “This is bullshit. I know you like me.”

“Do you?” he asks in amusement, but perhaps also cruelly. “Yesterday you thought there was a distinct chance I was a goddamn evil supervillain who was manipulating the shit out of you to get to your dear old dad. Maybe that’s all this was.”

I swallow, studying his face. Is he telling the truth? He can’t be, can he? I know what we’ve been feeling is real, right? I’ve never liked someone as much as I’ve liked him. But then something clenches in my stomach.

“Is that why you won’t all-out fuck me?” I ask, dejectedly, my heart now in my throat. “Or let me see your dick? ‘Cause you never really liked me?”

That would make sense. Maybe he really did play me. I’m crying now too, my lip trembling. Tears are streaming down my cheeks. That’s just fan-fucking-tastic. But it would explain why he’s been so slow to have sex.

“Hey, don’t fucking cry!” Negan exclaims, panic and guilt covering his features. And then his light eyes turn into an even worse expression: pity. “We’ve only had a thing for like a couple of days! You can’t like me that much. What about your merry band of Alexandria men? The ones who wanna fuck you and all. How about them? What do you have to cry for?”

“Fuck you,” I say, rubbing the tears from my eyes. “I made them up. There are no guys back at Alexandria who want to fuck me. I made them up to make you jealous. Because I like you, okay? You make me feel so safe and special. I don’t believe you could fake how nice you’ve been to me. But tell me right now it was all fake and I’ll b-believe you I guess. I’ll leave you the fuck alone. I respect boundaries…”

I am straight-up ugly crying right now like a little kid and I wipe my nose on my sleeve, sniveling. Be more pathetic! I think to myself. But that asshole really did hurt my feelings.

“Maybe I happen to believe you’d be better off without me,” Negan begins slowly in his deep, gravelly voice, not really meeting my eyes. “Maybe I believe I’ll hurt someone as genuine as you.” He looks up at me. “I’m an asshole, Y/N, what can I say? I have five wives. And you’re just this kid with a shining light in her. I’d kill anyone who lays a finger on you and I’d never fucking live with myself if I hurt you or put that light out.”

Oh. So that’s what this is about. He’s scared of hurting me. I’m flattered, but he really is a fucking idiot!

“So then don’t hurt me,” I tell him. “It’s that simple. I mean, you asshole, breaking up with me — whatever this is — hurts so fucking bad. Don’t do it. And choose not to hurt me in the future. And then keep making that choice. You’re a smart and capable man. I think you can treat me right if you try. And what am I? Some of grandma’s fine fucking China? I can take a little heartache if need be. I’m not a pussy and you said it. And here’s the last thing I’ll say about this: you’re catching feelings for me. I know it. I see it in your eyes.”

He blinks at me funny and I know I’m right.

“Need to get your eyes checked then,” he mocks stubbornly.

“Fuck you, don’t push me away because you’re afraid,” I tell him.

“Fine,” he relents with a sigh. “Let’s just say, you may have a smart little brain in that hot fucking head of yours,” he admits, uncrossing his arms. “Maybe I am falling a little too fast. And maybe it fucking terrifies me.”

Aw, that’s actually really sweet! I knew the feelings I’m feeling weren’t one-sided. I wonder just how deep he’s fallen because I know I am head over heels. He just had to be a dick about it though…

“I haven’t felt this way since…” he trails off.

“Since Lucille?” I finish for him.

“Fuck. How’d you know, kid? It’s like you can read my goddamn mind. But yeah, since Lucille. She was a real spitfire, same as you. Only you’re a bit softer and sweeter. She would have liked you…” he trails off again, looking distantly into the past and over his bat which is lying on the chair next to him.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Negan,” I tell him honestly. “I bet I would have liked her too.”

He reaches out a big hand and ruffles my hair and I swat his hand away, grinning stupidly.

“So now that we’ve got that angsty shit out of the way, you won’t try to send me home now, right?” I ask. “And you’ll kiss and touch me again ‘till I can’t breathe?”

He looks like he’s trying to resist, but pats his lap and I sit in it, my heart beating quickly.

“Maybe just maybe you’ve convinced me to let this shenanigan continue,” he breathes into my ear and I shiver.

“Apologize for scaring me,” I command, grinding down on his lap.

He grunts in surprise and starts to get a little hard.

“I’m not big on apologies,” he tells me cockily. “Plus maybe you scare me a little.”

“In a good way?” I ask, grinding down on him again.

“In what I now think is a very good way. And maybe I’ll make it up to you right now for failing to see it from the start.”

He reaches his hand down my pants and starts rubbing my clit and I let out a whine.

“You know what would really hit the spot?” I ask as he works me, trying not to sound so absolutely wrecked by him. “And would prove your undying devotion to me?”

“What’s that?” he asks cockily, sticking a rough finger deep inside me and I moan. His finger is so big and fills me up so much compared to one of mine.

“If I could see your cock?” I whimper as he begins to finger me at an earth-shattering pace, in and out.

He grins.

“How do you ask, baby?”

“Please, Daddy can I see your cock?” I ask nicely.

He reaches his other hand down and undoes the button on his khakis and pulls out a very hard-looking dick. I may not have seen too many dicks in my day, but I do know a nice one when I see it. It is long and girthy and the reddish head is nearly purple. Goddamn. My mouth waters.

“Can I touch it?” I whine eagerly, now soaking wet.

“There’s my dirty girl,” he chuckles. “But not until you cum.”

“Well then get to work!” I challenge, grinding into his fingers, dripping down into his lap.

“With pleasure,” he chuckles. “Ride my fingers, baby.”

He rubs my clit some more with his thumb and then curls his finger deep inside me. I practically seize.

“Jesus,” he laughs, his eyes lighting up. “All this for just one finger?”

“And your dick,” I remind him, moaning. “How about another finger?”

“So greedy," he chuckles in approval. "But anything for you, baby girl.”

He does as he’s told and I feel so good and turned on I’m going to cum soon.

“Now, tell me what you like about old Negan Jr,” he commands, licking the shell of my ear, stroking his cock. “Since you were so goddamn eager to see him.”

“Do you mean your dick?” I snicker incredulously.

“At least I don’t call it my goddamned ‘meat wand’ or my ‘quivering’ fucking ‘manhood’ like I bet you read in some of those romance novels I saw in your bedroom. That could be arranged.”

“Shut up!” I snort, wanting to ask him how he knows so much about romance novels. “Keep fingering me, asshole,” I say because he’s stopped. He starts up again, hitting just the right spot. I let out a low moan. “But I’ll bite. Your cock is so hot and big, Daddy. I don’t know if it will fit in me.”

“You are very tight, princess,” he agrees, adding a third finger, pushing in and out of me so fast I see stars.

“And it looks like it will stretch me so well,” I whimper. “Can’t wait to suck it.”

Negan groans.

“Can I touch it now, please?” I whine, dangerously close to the edge.

“Not until you cum on Daddy’s hand. Go on, baby girl,” he tells me fondly.

He fingers me so hard and so fast I lean back into him and cum with a small sob, and he doesn’t stop until I am an oversensitive, spasming mess.

“N-negan!” I moan desperately, only a puddle of a human being at this point.

But even then he doesn’t stop, grinning a wicked grin, and I am riding over the edge again and I cum twice around his fingers as he hits that perfect spot inside of me, letting out a little scream.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” Negan grins in my ear as my body stops its spasming. “That was so hot.”

“That’s the first time I’ve cum from you,” I remark, panting. “But not the first time I’ve cum because of you. That felt so good, Negan. Way better than when I touch myself. Can I touch you now?”

“Anything for my dirty girl. Go on,” he teases as I look into his dancing hazel-brown eyes.

I reach down between my legs and stroke his throbbing cock and the soft flesh is hard as diamond.

He groans deeply, smiling at me stupidly.

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long for that,” he tells me. “Wanted it to be just right for you.”

“Me too,” I agree. “But it always would have been just right. Don’t you know?”

I spit into my hand and start working his cock and Negan moans appreciatively into my ear and my heart pounds deliciously.

“Feels so good, angel,” he whines in my ear. Precum is leaking down my fingers. The shaft and fat head are so swollen. I love when he calls me that.

“Can I put you in my mouth, Daddy?” I ask, reaching down to touch myself, even though I am so spent. Heat still surges between my legs.

“Are you sure, baby? Don’t wanna make you lift a finger,” he tells me seriously. “This is allegedly my apology to you.”

“Who said this was for your benefit?” I ask. “Plus maybe I like spoiling you too.”

“Well, aren’t you a goddamn sweetheart. If you insist…Fuck!” He groans as I get between his knees and bring the warm head to my mouth. “Shit, Y/N, I’m not gonna last if you keep sucking me like that. Taking me so well…”

I am so wet between my legs. He tastes so good and those hot little moans and groans he makes against me are driving me insane. I take as much of his length as I can fit in my mouth which is about three-quarters. The rest I jerk with my hands.

“I’m close, baby,” Negan grunts. “God, just looking at you. Can’t remember the last time I was this fast to cumming. But watching you cum from my fingers alone, twice no less. That just tickles my fucking balls! Literally. Fuck!” he grunts.

And just as he’s about to cum, I think, I pull off of him completely and squeeze his cock.

“Y/N?” he asks desperately, staring down at me, thrusting his cock into midair. “What the flying fuck—“

“Think you get to act like you’re leaving me and then cum? Dream on.” I announce, playing him at his own game, getting back at him from before. I let go of his cock.

Negan starts to laugh, but then his face contorts into a look of utter reverence and he cums anyway, untouched, squirting cum all over my face. That asshole!

Looks like I fucked up the timing or maybe he’s just that in control of his body...Goddamn.

“Oh my god!” Negan laughs through panting, when he calms down a little, his mouth wide open. He looks awed, almost starstruck. “That wasn’t on purpose, I swear! You’re just that hot I couldn’t fucking help it I guess!”

He throws his head back, snickering with laughter as I wipe cum out of my eye.

“You’re so fucking adorable I can’t get enough of you. Literally. First, you give me an amazing blowjob, and then you think you can play my game? But you just weren’t fast enough, baby. I love it! I told you no one will ever be as bad as me. Oh, come on, lighten up.”

“Maybe I’m smiling under all this jizz…” I say. “You wouldn’t know though. Now, help clean me off, you complete motherfucker.”

His eyes soften down at me and he takes off his undershirt to clean me up. He pulls me up into his lap, against his bare hairy chest.

“You’re a sweetheart. Truly.” He tells me. I lean against him so tightly I can hear his heart beating, not wanting to ever let go. “That’s part of why you scare me so much. I’m sorry I was a dick, alright? That shit about sending you home was dumb of me to even suggest when I care about you as much as I do. I think I just don’t know how to deal with how I feel about you, Y/N. It’s new for me.”

“You’re also just a dick,” I point out. “But I appreciate the sentiment.”

“Haven’t cum like that in ages,” he tells me seriously, his voice vibrating through his body against my ear. “Just from looking at someone like that. You’re so beautiful, baby. Can’t believe you thought you could play me! But God, you looked so pretty with my cum on your face,” he muses. “That image is going in the spank bank for sure. Even if you ditch me for my dick behavior. It’s gonna be in the motherfucking spank bank hall of fame.”

“You’re so gross,” I inform him. “And a dick and a jerk and an asshole, but somehow I still like you. So I guess I’ll take you back.”

“Who said you ever let me go? I’ve got you fuckin’ wrapped, baby.”

He leans down to kiss me long and hard and I positively melt into his mouth and I know he’s right.

“Negan!” Simon suddenly calls from another room. I look up and sit up straighter and so does Negan. “Bossman, we have a goddamn visitor. You’ll never guess who it is…”

A/n: Can you guess who it is???? Feedback please or just leave a like or reblog if you enjoyed!!!!!! Chapter 6 will be coming soon but I have to finish writing it and know that people actually want me to post it.

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wolgraugorimilir · 5 months ago

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I read Sister Outsider, by Audre Lorde

Lorde’s essays are vignettes of intersectional feminism in the 70s / 80s

As a black lesbian, her writing is rooted in experience - pointed by the true knowledge that all the “isms” in society are symptoms of a greater class struggle that’s been going on since men in Egypt took up the crown and hammer, and named themselves “King”

She knew which side she was on, of course, having survived the struggle - so a lot of her writing was directly addressed to her white feminists colleagues who Did Not.

“What is the point of your feminism if you’re just buying women a seat at the table with their oppressors? As long as any woman is unfree, none of us are free.”

That’s not an actual quote - I’m paraphrasing here, because a lot of her writing is more poetic and academic than I could fully understand while reading on the bus

But ut’s a sentiment I’ve heard echoed by my friend who is studying feminism and philosophy for a PhD - she comes from the Middle East, and is flabbergasted by the white women and “problematic non-binaries” (lmao) who interrupt her in discussions about geopolitics to bemoan their own personal barriers to advancement. - As if political violence against women in the Middle East was not a more pressing issue than American women’s ACCESS TO THE COMMAND OF THAT POLITICAL VIOLENCE.

We’ll have our first woman president soon, God willing. Audre would probably say that isn’t much for progress if Mrs. President still sends missiles to kill women in Gaza. Which she will.

My favorite and most accessible parts of this collection were like travel accounts. Lorde toured around Russia in the 70s? And mused about the differences between communist and capitalist societies. Then she went to her homeland in Grenada during the American invasion to report on the brutality of that senseless adventure. - “hooray for us! Don’t worry about Vietnam! We can still win a war against brown people!”

Discussions of “the erotic” as a source of power in women (not sexual, but feeling, and creative?) - were very interesting. Just spiritual enough to be attractive to me, but I had a hard time understanding.

Similarly interesting were discussions of ANGER as a white-hot potent force for creativity, - just as long as it’s pointed upwards toward our oppressors, rather than sideways at each other, - the most accessible target for that RAGE we all feel, whether we can keep it bottled up or not.

Good book.

#Sister Outsider #Audre Lorde #feminism #book reviews #good book

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writeforfandoms · 2 years ago

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Mayhaps this is because I’m making a flower crown at 2am (long story), but can you imagine the 141 and kortech boys receiving flower crowns?

I dunno, I think they’d be all flabbergasted/flattered at receiving such a thing.

Whether it’s a fake crown made with hot glue and wire, or one made with wild flowers on an op, I just think it’s a fun silly idea.

And like. All the crowns are different, with different colors and flower options.

🦝🦝🦝🦝 (labeling myself for convenience I guess? Idk I’m very tired)

Okay first I hope you got some sleep babe

Second I am so so sorry for not replying sooner! Life got in the way

Okay! Flower crowns! This is honestly adorable and I love it.

I think Soap and Gaz would be the easiest to convince to wear them. They're both up for some silliness, and they think it's sweet that you made something for them. If it's just wildflowers on an op, they'll wear it until it falls apart, so long as it's not in the way. If it's sturdier, made of wire or whatnot, they definitely keep it.

Price would have to be convinced. You might have better luck tucking some flowers on top of his hat, honestly. He'd probably sigh but he would be amused, and he might even wear a flower crown for you. Once.

Ghost would be the hardest on this team. Internally he'd be super surprised and probably a bit touched (people don't just give him things or make him things) but good luck being able to tell that from behind the mask. Best bet with him would be to make a more permanent one and give it to him. He'd keep it forever, even if he would only very reluctantly wear it.

As for König and Horangi... König would be the more openly touched of the two. He'd wear whatever you made him with pride, so long as it didn't get in the way of his gear. Nobody would dare laugh at him. Horangi would more likely tuck it away for later and hoard it as a treasured gift. He's still badass and he knows it, but he's not as open to decoration as König is.

#🦝 anon #have a headcanon

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rottencoreflesh101 · 2 years ago

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This could either go for Genya or Sanemi but imma go with Genya. This was based irl when I was around the ages of 14-ish???

Everyone here are kids including Y/N. Im just putting a personal event of my life onto a fic.

You’re at your local park, its a good sunny day, why let it go to waste? You put your bag inside an abandoned metal batting cage which was conveniently was under a bunch of trees, so you could enjoy some shade. Then you quickly rushed to the greenery of the park and start picking up a few flowers to craft a flower crown, ya been wanting to do one for awhile and well now was your chance.

As you finish collecting wild flowers, you set a blanket down inside the cage you decided to waste your stay and sit down placing the flowers in front of you. After some time you noticed you’re not alone in the abandoned baseball park, a family came to visit the park but thankfully they were at the other side of the park, far away from you and you thanked the heavens for it, you wanted some peace anyways.

Suddenly you started to feel a pair of eyes stare at you and when you looked around, a boy with a mullet would quickly look away once your eyes met for about 3 seconds. You shrug it off and continue your craft then in about 15 minutes, you hear the cage’s door open, you snap at the direction of the cage’s entrance to see who had the audacity to come bother your peace.

It was the boy with the mullet, he held a bouquet of wild flowers at your direction, he didn’t even spare you a look but he would glance his eyes at you to make sure you noticed he was trying to give you the flowers. You were surprised, nobody has ever given you flowers but as you focus on the flowers, you noticed they were carefully picked, no scratches, no bad petals and no sign of brutality on them.

He glanced at you once again since you were taking awhile to react to his action, his face turns red after seeing you stare at the flowers in awe and held a growl back but you could slightly hear it.

“What’s the matter?! You don’t like them?! They’re for you, you stupid idiot.” The boy barked but you didn’t even mind, you were just too much in awe to even care, did this punk really gave you gently picked flowers? You slowly reach out for the flowers but the boy was too flustered and nervous and just pushed them onto you and ran off.

You were standing in the cage flabbergasted with a bouquet of flowers. “What you happened?” You tell yourself as you watch him run off to what appears are his siblings. You slowly sit back down on your spot and decided to make another flower crown, as you were about to finish, the boy who gave you the flowers was getting drag by one of his siblings, he had white hair and he looked just as intimidating. They both are now in the cage with you as his other siblings are watching from a far giggling to themselves.

“Genya! Tell them you’re sorry! Right fucking now. I never teach you such manners!” The white hair boy barked but Genya just gave him a side eye(like yes you did).

“I’m sorry… for calling you an idiot…” Genya mutter not daring to make eye contact. You giggle as you get up and place the flower crown you made with the flower he gave you on him. “Genya huh? That’s a pretty name. Im Y/N, Y/N L/N.”

Genya’s face once again turned red as everyone could hear his younger siblings laughing in the distance.

“Well? Tell them your whole name you idiot.” The white hair boy let out giving him a death stare as he was still holding Genya from the back of his shirt’s collar”

Genya was becoming more shy and nervous but slowly but surely got to look at you in the eyes. “G-Genya…. Genya S-Shinazugawa…”

Sanemi gave up on him and gave you Genya’s phone number with a sigh.

“Here’s his number if you ever want to talk to this loser.” Genya glares at him with embarrassment while biting his own lip to hold back a fight in front of you.

“I will” you assure.

#kny #genya #genya shinazugawa #genya fic #this literally happened to me years ago but the guy gave me one of my biggest character developments lmao

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m1ckeyb3rry · 4 months ago

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BRO THAT KARASU HEADER IS SO GOATED but ngl im giggling at the fact that you thought of doing it for Karasu in the end and im all for it (obviously) WAITTT THE SCREENSHOTS LOWK ARE KARASU CODED good choice LMFAO “would you like a funeral for it” is so funny ok wait this story cooks fr….signing a petition to add this to your todo list (jk LOL or am I (but your list is so long rn so don’t take this seriously LMAO)

FRRRRR ALSO THE SMALL CLIPS FROM TODAYS EP TOO??? Wait I’m sure you know but NAGIS MOMENT WAS FIRE there was also actual movement this ep which makes me so happy because I’m not even that picky with the slideshow type animation but some of the earlier episodes were a bit brutal LOL also that one nagi scene where he’s flabbergasted is SO. FUNNY. I HAD TO PAUSE THE EP TO LAUGH BECAUSE THATS PROBABLY THE MOST EXPRESSICE FACE QEVE EVER SEEN HIM DO IM CRYING

Aikuniko unironically being one of my fav platonic pairings now because the dynamic is actually so fire and so funny like more people need to focus on this not the opps this is way more interesting imo

LMAOOOO REAL we’re the only strikers around here bastard munchen better come scout us

LMAOOO THE MOTIVATION BEING GEGE NOT GETTING IT TOGETHER so real honestly every now and then I think back to jjk and I can’t believe it’s over?? ATP just going to treat pi as canon because the ending really was messy and I barely even know wtf happened

AHAHSHAH the way that even you forget makes me laugh but you’re so real for that but the nagi mischaracterization is indeed quite insane…off the top of my head besides peregrine I can really only think of one other fic that stands out to me and doesn’t feel wildly ooc but it’s also like a medium sized Mira oneshot length not a full long fic either so looks like you still hold the crown LOL

ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS (I’m pretty certain there is a horror movie by that name or at least a thriller but I’m so bad with horror so I wouldn’t know the details LMAO) LMASOAOAOAO close enough you gave Yamada extra exp (I also have only heard of this in passing so twinsies) ok but rin and tullia actually does sound like a VERY interesting dynamic curious about where you think you’d put that pairing

Maybe I didn’t realize it and I’m going through my fall rut too like damn ok tumblr….tbf I actually think it’s a combination between my slow devices that are chronically filled to the brim storage wise because I constantly take videos and pictures….and also my reception being really bad recently although I’m not entirely sure why because that part of tech is def not my specialty but hopefully gonna get through this….

LAMAOAOOAAO ALL GOOD I LOVE LONG CHATS DW our yap sessions give me life

REAL bird symbolism >>>> also YEAH KAISER LMFOAOAAO he’s supposed to look exotic and flashy and well. He fits the bill!!!! His hair makes him look like a molting parrot that’s in like the in between stages of pin feather emergence or something but YESSS written so well especially with the showing not telling thing via writing honestly so impressive and really enjoyable to read it’s like it scratches an itch in my brain because I cannot get past works that are really poorly worded or have a lot of grammar mistakes sorry

OMG if you ever publish a book I’ll be your first reader (imagine it’s a masked Karasu or nagi story LMFAOOOO)

LMAOAAOAO wdym you are an artist look at that distinct style he’s so silly

I DID SEE IT WHIKE I WAS SCROLLING AND SOOOOO TRUE I also love the nagi rin duo so much potential ugh THE PARALLELS why do I feel like we’ve talked about this before but I couldn’t be making it up so er but anyways YES THE PARALLELS LMAOAOA I love parallels sm crazy how people are blind to the actual parallels embedded in the story that make for interesting dynamics but whatever

LMFOAOAOA yeah aikus not getting a glow up quite yet but NAGI WAS MAJESTIC tabieitaken too which makes me so happy!!!

REAL it’s not the liking that’s the issue it’s the hypocrisy lowk same idea applies to people creating ship wars and whatnot but it is what it is I guess I’ll just stay far away

SHSHS HOPE YOURE FEELING BETTER NOW!!! OOOOH breaks coming up!!! Hope you get some more relaxation timeeee also the meetup is so funny LOL sleep is always good that’s honestly me uhhh on my end yeah nothing too eventful besides me struggling with technology apparently but that probably also explains why it takes me several reboots to get my tv working too it’s probably partially slow internet connection urgh other than that also sleeping LMAOO nothing too crazy over here otherwise

Ok also I passed by your meme compilation and PAUSE DO YOU REMEMBER THE AQUARIUM IDEA WE TALKED ABOUT A LOOOOOOONG TIME AGO??? THAT KARASU HIORI ONE WITH THE FISH IS LITERALLY THAT OMFG LMFAPAOAOAOAOAAO

- Karasu anon

the swerving got to me ig SLKDFJHSD even kicking karasu out of the verse entirely wasn’t enough he still crept his way back in…AND as the male lead no less!! okay but do you see the vision like this version of megumi is literally karasu they’re even described the same (black spiky hair [because you will never see me calling karasu’s hair purple sorry not sorry purple hair is like reo to me karasu is just black but with…shading ig…] and blue eyes) it’s SO perfect LMAOAOA omg reader and megumi are so funny with each other they’re like kinda constantly roasting one another while also being insanely in love which again is SOOO karasu it’s crazy 😭 HAHA i will keep you posted currently trying to work on some 1k event stuff because i have to get through my requests and haven’t written in over a month so that’s as good a place to start as any

THEY DID NAGI SOSOSOSOSO WELL AHHHH I WAS SO HAPPY i knew they weren’t going to fumble him they love him SO much now i just need them to put that level of effort into barou and i will literally die with no regrets LMAOOO agreed the animation looked sm better this ep!! i totally didn’t mind it at all and i’m glad that since their budget and time were limited they’re focusing on doing their best with the really important bits (if that makes sense???) also SDLKFHJDS YES SHOCKED NAGI WAS SOOOO FUNNY PLS I WAS DYING he was fr like 😧 he looked so cuteee though but yeah i think that’s probably the most his facial muscles have ever moved in his life…actually wait on a more serious(ish) note i think it’s kind of cute that like as we go further along in bllk he’s becoming more and more expressive??? like him smiling with yukimiya and now this it feels like he really has more friends and is finally becoming more comfortable in himself and showing/having feelings it’s so sweet to see him opening up 🥹 (one thing abt me I WILL be taking the most random things seriously when it comes to nagi like is it truly that deep?? no but i am making it so)

AIKUNIKO FOR LIFE they are THE siblings of all time…actually ngl i was saying to someone that niko is literally the secret third itoshi bro if you think abt it like his eyes are EXACTLY the same (a bit rounder but he’s also younger), he and rin have super similar coloring, and he kinda has a similar personality to sae but a more innocent and sweet version?? like he could literally be revealed to be an itoshi and i’d be like ok sure checks out (also it’d be funny because then there’d be an itoshi on offense defense and midfield) bllk au where everything is the same but niko is randomly revealed to be an itoshi and the only reason he’s normal and not a bot is because aiku raised him he didn’t grow up around their weird soccer drama so he thinks it’s all silly

FACTS we’re literally ng11s atp….i think if i had to hc us on nel teams (this is a crazy statement) i would put you on pxg and i would put myself in barcha NO idea why though (actually wait then you can rizz up karasu and otoya can rizz me up and we can go on #doubledates)

I FORGET JJK IS OVER TOO i saw this slideshow on tik tok that was like “pov you’re seeing the last panel of a manga” and some of them were so emotional and then i saw the jjk one and i was just like ok…??? idk the ending just didn’t feel impactful at all to me something about it felt very incomplete and unfinished and it didn’t at all tie anything together to the point where the final panel left me empty the way a story like jjk SHOULD’VE (i have high hopes for the final panel of bllk although i hope we don’t see it for a while) agreed though SDKJHFS pi is canon everything else is just gege writing fanfiction

HELP rip peregrine truly the forgotten oldest child of the miraverse…i think it’s kinda crazy that besides peregrine and one post of headcanons that was a request i actually have not written nagi at all??? technically pursuit is a nagi fic but he’s at least 20k words away from debuting and the romance is so secondary to the plot that it almost doesn’t count so yeah haven’t written for him in ages which is crazy considering how much i love him…anyways slide that one shot over if you remember the title i don’t usually read much but if it’s coming recommended from you i will

LMAOAOA oopsies accidentally upped him a few levels SKDJFHS yeah it looks like a romance anime i’d watch in a weekend and forget about in a couple of days ngl but its existence served its purpose by awakening me to the rin and tullia potential honestly i feel like my default pick for a tullia pairing ESPECIALLY alongside nagi is isagi because he kinda fits the kind of character i put her with usually?? idk actually originally it was kunigami but then i was like “nah isagi makes more sense” also i didn’t know abt wildcard when i first watched s1 so i thought kunigami was fr cooked so i had to change gears because couldn’t have tullia with a random yk HAHAHA but now that i’m considering it i think rin and tullia would be so much more fun to write?? mostly because i don’t usually write tullia the way she is in pomegranate ink…like typically she’s a very serious, borderline rude in her bluntness/sarcasm, shy (but it comes across as cold), and competent (idk if this makes sense but she like. gets shit done and doesn’t start fights but finishes them LSKDJF) type of character which i think would intersect with rin very oddly as that’s the personality he tries to give off but we all know he’s not really like that HAHA it would be like a fake idgaf warrior x real idgaf warrior chemical reaction 😭 OR alternatively we go with the pomegranate ink tullia characterization which would also be hilarious because rin would just constantly be like wtf is she talking about meanwhile tullia’s dropping her “yk what they say abt assumptions they make an ass out of you and me 🙂‍↕️” wisdom LMAOOOO wait also if she’s more like her pi self then they’d def be that “quiet bf x he asked for no pickles gf” couple somehow like i can VIVIDLY imagine tullia beating rin’s opps up for him she’d even swing on shidou if necessary 🤩

okay wait let me cook what kind of scenario i would pair them up in…i think the male lead would probably be nagi in a fic where they’re the side couple?? because if it’s a long fic lbr the only options for male leads on THIS blog are nagi and karasu but ngl if the male lead is karasu i want tullia with hiori they would have that pi tullia x inumaki vibe and hiori makes more sense as a side character in a karasu story 🧐 let me branch out though and see if i can think of anyone else hmm the obvious option is isagi but erm. isagi has a long ways to go before he can make it as a love interest in the miraverse he should honestly be glad i allowed him to be in a love triangle(ish) with yayoi and barou in pursuit SDJKF uhh who else is even associated with rin…sae?? but a) i’m not writing MORE sae it’s bad enough how many reqs i have for him and b) idk how i would feel abt reader and tullia just dating siblings SLDJFS errr ig bachira is there but i’m incapable of seeing bachira as a love interest fsr…hiori but i also don’t have strong romantic feelings abt hiori like he’s chill but i def couldn’t write a fic abt him yk…why is rin so emo LKSDJFSLD bro has zero friends i gen think nagi is the only feasible option given the miraverse constraints (unless you have any other suggestions ☝🏻) actually that’s kind of annoying though because nagi is lowkey impossible to come up with aus for so now i’m going to have to ruminate on what kind of situation specifically that this could all work in

PRAYING FOR YOU AHHHH fall slump is inevitable fr LKSSDLFJ hmm have you tried going on the tumblr website instead of the app?? that might be a little faster if connection is the issue (no idea if that’s smth you’ve already done/usually do) but yes we will get through this november is almost over and then we will be freed

yeah kaiser is certainly giving…something…LMAOOO PIN FEATHERS SO REAL i think the bird symbolism became a little TOO literal with him which is kind of crazy coming from me (a karasu glazer) but idk karasu pulls it off better!! anyways i’m also just a kaiser hater because all of his fans are nagi haters for some reason (okay not ALL but. a lot.) so there’s automatic beef there like kaiser could literally be the best character ever and be absolutely gorgeous and he’d be my OPP but as it is he’s neither of those things so i will always be criticizing

AHAHAH YAYYY THAT MEANS SM i really try to treat my readers like they’re intelligent individuals?? even in books i think people try to baby their readers and spoon feed too much which just gets annoying and redundant so i just throw in subtle references where if you get it you get it and if you put the connections together that’s great but if you don’t it’s not HORRIBLE you just kinda miss out on some foreshadowing or themes before they’re explained more fully…especially with tumblr it’s nice because then i can post about it and people who did’t see it can then know what i was doing and people who did can be like “yeahhh i noticed that #socool” LMAOOO also sometimes people will come up with their own connections and theories that outclass anything i intended on adding which is always really fun as well but that would never happen if i was overly literal with everything because then there’s no room for interpretation if that makes sense (also agreed poor grammar/wording are indeed turn offs for me that’s another reason why i don’t read fanfic much anymore…not hating because everyone starts somewhere and no one is perfect but yeah i am very picky with what i read and that’s why 99% of the time i end up writing instead)

LMAOOO PLEASE can you imagine you’re reading a book and you’re like “wow this seichiro kagi guy who’s 6’3, lazy, white haired, and super talented sounds really familiar…” that’s how you know it’s by me fr actually honestly given how increasingly insane my ideas have been becoming as of late i could probably write an entire fic and then just use ctrl + f to have a completely new story

NAGI THE SILLIEST I LOVE HIM and so real they should hire me to draw episode karasu my portfolio is scattered throughout our asks i’ll do the story justice fr 🙏🏻

ngl it’s entirely possible that we have in fact talked about it before but i’m thinking about them sm rn…ugh…NAGIRIN IS LOVE NAGIRIN IS LIFE actually i think one of the reasons why people don’t talk about it is that people crash OUT if you ship nagi with anyone but reo (not that i’m shipping but yk) like i saw a nagisagi edit on tik tok (it was to the alchemy by taylor swift actually ngl it was cute hold on here’s the link) so i was like huh i wonder if people are posting abt this on tumblr come to find out people genuinely have like “nagisagi shippers dni” LMAO??? like why is it that serious 😳 you know i’m not really into shipping but look nagi and isagi have that yaoi eye reflection thing going on that everyone talks abt with nagire so i can see why people would ship them 😭😭😭 also they are like. such a normal ship?? like they’re the same age and they’re friends and nagi thinks abt isagi somewhat frequently and vice versa so i was genuinely surprised at how many people hate it KFDJDJSJ anyways long story short i will continue to spread my nagirin duo truth and if the haters come for me…we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it 🔥 although ngl since i never talk abt things in a romantic context i SHOULD be safe. we can hope.

also wait speaking of that edit this comment on it cracks me up every time i look back and see it LMAOO mostly because it’s actually very true but i didn’t think abt it until i saw the comment…like yeah isagi actually IS always going on abt how he and nagi can make a million different chemical reactions like in the 3v3 against kunigami chigiri and reo he literally hallucinated nagi surrounded by rainbow sparkles (when he’s like “the future with barou is dead but the future with nagi is bursting with life” or wtvr poetic pseudoscience bs he was on abt at the time) HAHAHAHA like i said i’m not a shipper nor an isagi fan actually but listen the vision is hilarious to me and idk why it’s not more popular

aiku looks good when we don’t get closeups of his facial hair and teeth LMAOO he looked cute w sendou though ig 😭 AGREED NAGIIII and all of tabieitaken but otoya especially really ate this ep!! and the barou crumbs AHHH I’M SO HYPE FOR HIS GOAL ACTUALLY I KNOW IT’S GOING TO GO OFF

EXACTLY AHAHAHJS no this is why i only discuss “ships” (more so duos for me) and character opinions and whatnot w you and jeirin because a solid majority of people in the bllk fandom are like. a diff breed /neg

YES i am finally healed thankfully been having a restful week for the most part!! just chilling w my dogs like usual…excited to see my high school friends during break as well as for the semester to finally be over soon 🤩 just need to get through finals in the middle of december and then i’m freeeeee (to write bllk fic mostly lbr)

LMAOAOAO YES ACTUALLY I THINK I SENT YOU THAT EXACT MEME BACK THEN TOO AND WAS LIKE “this is literally karasu and fwtkac reader” KDJDSJ for the sake of the larger population i made it hiori but just know that in my mind that’s what i was originally envisioning…similarly the one proposal meme that i had w kunigiri/nagireo was originally meant to be for peregrine with the “she said yes!” being y/n and kira instead of kunigami and chigiri HAHAHA

#answered asks

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literatureloverx · 8 months ago

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You seem to have such a good grasp of Fyodors character!!! So in my head sex isn't something that's high up on his list of interests....plus there's the whole religion thing so it would probably be after marriage. But.... if it was someone who he was in love with and had a connection with (in his own strange likely yandere way). Headcanons for their first time with him? Assuming they are a virgin? Pleaaase

THE FIRST NIGHT

F Y O D O R D O S T O E V S K Y

Note: Thank you so much, my dear! This is such a huge compliment, I’m truly grateful. Also, I’m very happy to receive requests now. ❤️ I absolutely agree with you!

I decided to split this one into headcanons and a full scene, all of it under the cut. ❤️

Now, I highly recommend all to read Fyodor’s ideal type and mild NSFW headcanons first to gather a better foundation of understanding for this post.

Make yourself comfortable, because it is SO LONG. Not proof-read.

Mdni, fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!fyodor, NSFW, Yandere!Fyodor, misogyny(?), manipulation, unhealthy behaviour etc.

Headcanons

"I have studied the human body and refreshed my knowledge about a woman's first sexual intercourse and its complications. I will minimize any discomfort for you as much as possible, моя любовь. (my love)." - Fyodor, probably.

I have considered various possibilities here.

Would Fyodor restrict your sight or movement on your first night together?

Initially, I thought he might, given his discomfort with his own vulnerability.

I imagined he would start with gentle bondage, gradually trusting you and himself, moving to intimate, vanilla sex, and then incorporating more BDSM elements once he truly felt comfortable. This progression would stem from a place of trust rather than insecurity.

However, I realized I was probably very, very wrong. Here's why:

Assuming you are the woman of his dreams -dreams he wasn't even aware of- and perfect for him in every imaginable way, it still wouldn't be enough for him to just marry you. For Fyodor to truly want you and marry you, your bond would need to be at a soulmate level, characterized by intimate, romantic, and immortal love.

Fyodor likely has a soft spot for genuineness, given his manipulative ways of achieving his goals. Genuine feelings must seem almost utopian to him.

Because emotions and feelings can grow twisted and are a great aspect as a means to an end. But now, this genuineness towards him, his true self?

That is new. That is unexpected and infectious, almost infuriating because he doesn't want to control it. He can, but he doesn't want to.

He secretly derives pleasure from your love and adoration, which has grown unexpectedly naturally.

Once he has this with you, he will want you by his side forever, in the form of a sacred marriage, as intended by God. He will desire a life of peace and harmony with you, crowned with love.

What I'm trying to say is that with someone like you, all his defenses would eventually crumble anyway. Initially, he would be flabbergasted.

Fyodor is a man of God, a man of religion, and a man of class.

Now, here he is, married to you. Craving you. Wanting you more than anything he's ever wanted. So desperately, violently, and deeply.

You look so beautiful, worthy of being captured in a high-class painting.

He will never forget how you look right now—his bride, his woman.

Though he wouldn't like to admit it, he feels nervous, a rarity for him. When was the last time he felt nervous? It must have been a very long time ago, if ever.

He cups your flushed cheeks and kisses your forehead.

He would ask you to keep your wedding dress on, not changing into anything else, because he wants to undress you himself.

He would be gentle with you, touching and caressing you as if you're made of glass.

From here on, enjoy the scene I wrote for you:

Scene

You blush softly, nervously gripping your feminine, lace wedding dress. Your soft, flowy hair falls into your face as you look up adoringly at the man you married just this evening.

It is your wedding night, and you are more than nervous to fulfill the marital act.

"Welcome back, my love. Did you find what you were looking for?"

Fyodor lets his sharp, attentive gaze roam over your delicate frame, studying every little detail about you. He excused himself for a moment to give you some time alone, knowing how nervous you are.

Even though some alcohol might help you relax, he doesn't want you to be in a hazy or mindless state as he takes you for the first time. He values the specialty of your first night, very deeply.

The subtle blush on your cheeks brings a small, barely noticeable smirk to Fyodor's lips. He slowly walks up to you, a pale, slim-fingered hand gently gripping your chin, tilting your head up slightly so that you have no choice but to meet his eyes.

"I did."

His gaze softly trails down your figure.

"I see you are ready for me, my dear. How delightful."

You make a great effort not to stutter.

Normally, you are so comfortable around him. He gives you all the strength you so dearly love about him.

You are like two swans, dancing and swimming around each other, never able to split from each other mentally. Just like them, you are bound to each other, for as long as you will live. There are only two. Never one less, never one more.

You stutter anyway, barely visible but clear as day to the man who loves you with all his cold heart.

Cold? No, not to you. After all, you're the only one who can pull on his heartstrings in such a carefree, natural manner, which even surprises him.

"Since you told me not to take off my wedding dress... I didn't..."

A dark eyebrow quirks up, and it's obvious he's amused. The smirk on his lips turns into a wicked smile as he moves to stand close in front of you, his slender figure now towering over your smaller one.

With his hand still holding your chin, he gently runs his thumb over your lower lip.

"You did well, my dear. I'm pleased."

You blush at his praise, an innocent smile forming on your lips. Your hand gently touches his in return.

Noticing the pure and vulnerable reaction on your part, Fyodor's smile broadens just the slightest bit. A hint of something dark, clashing with something much deeper and loving, flashes in his eyes as he shifts closer, his hand on your chin moving to cradle your jaw now.

"Are you ready, my dear? For what is about to come?"

You nod softly.

"I am, my love. I'll do anything for you."

As if by their own accord, his slender fingers move to toy with a strand of your hair, and his intense eyes study you, clearly in thought. You can't read them, but you know that they are filled with you. His next words come out as a smooth murmur, resonating with something mildly possessive.

"It is such a novel phenomenon. To crave someone's body and soul, with such deepness."

Your eyes widen. It is unlikely for Fyodor to be rather direct in his own vulnerability, but it is fairly likely for him to be direct about judgmental aspects of things. It makes your heart sing, your body tremble. Oh, how fulfilling and soulful it is, being loved by such a man as your Fyodor.

He is the most vulnerable you've ever seen him before. Much more so than when he kissed you for the first time or held your hand. He is not someone who declares his possessiveness with physical affection but rather with subliminal gestures.

You gently place a kiss on his cheek, feeling like you have to do something in return for his heartfelt words.

Fyodor's smirk softens just the slightest bit at the feeling of your warm lips on his cheek, and he once more moves closer, now trapping your body against his.

He grips your chin again, tilting your head up and exposing your neck to him, which he then proceeds to litter with tender kisses, his words a mere whisper against your skin.

"We are bound together for all of eternity... You are mine now, моя любовь... only I get to have you like this, you understand?"

It is a fuzzy feeling, hazing your mind.

He knows exactly how to woo you, of course.

"I will love you, for all eternity."

You reply with a gentle voice, your eyes fixed on his, your lips trembling slightly as you breathe softly. His kisses make your head spin.

Feeling you respond to his touch is like a drug to him, a small sound of satisfaction leaving his lips when your eyes meet his, and the way your breath quickens has him wanting to hear more of your reactions. He slowly pushes a leg between yours to keep you in place.

"That's it, sweetheart... you look so pretty like this. So incredibly beautiful, all mine for the taking."

That is so unusual for him to talk this way. But it makes sense to you once you think about how well he knows you. What he needs to say to push your buttons and make you feel utterly comfortable about yourself and your relationship with him.

You grip your wedding dress with an innocent expression, your palms sweating with nervousness, unsure when he will take your dress off. Will he like what he sees? You hope so.

Seeing your nervousness and the slight tremble in your body, a wicked smile settles on Fyodor's lips. He lets out a low hum, almost as if amused by the effect he has on you.

"You're nervous, aren't you, my sweet?

There's no need to be, my dear. I'll be gentle with you, I assure you."

His voice drops to a deep murmur as he runs his hand over your shoulder, fingers teasing the fabric of your dress.

"I have studied the human body thoroughly and refreshed my knowledge about a woman's first sexual intercourse and its complications. I will minimize any discomfort for you as much as possible, моя любовь."

You nod gently, waiting patiently for him to undress you.

He looks down at you, a pleased hum leaving his lips.

You are so obedient, and your behavior, your innocence, is a sweet addition. He opens the zipper of your wedding dress gently, with a deep, dark gaze burning in his eyes, brighter and brighter with each passing second.

The candlelight flickers, casting a soft glow on his face, transcending you into a warm, fuzzy state. You didn't notice when and how he freed you from your dress, but it is as if you wake up as your beautiful dress hits the ground with a soft sound, adding to the already unbearable tension dominating your shared bedchamber.

His own clothes are far more complicated to discard than yours, and he moves to start the process of removing them, his eyes meeting yours again.

You gaze at him as he undresses, hypnotized by the sight.

He slowly proceeds to shed his clothes, his movements elegant and composed.

The suit comes off first, then the shirt, leaving his upper body exposed.

There are muscles and smooth skin, but something else catches your attention

—the way the cross around his neck hangs from its silver chain, right above his chest.

"Come here, sweetheart."

You take his hand gently. You look like a doll, he thinks to himself. You look at him naively, like a fragile doll. The thought ignites a certain possessiveness inside his very soul, his heartstrings being pulled a little too tightly for his liking otherwise. This time, he is comfortable with it.

It is such a weird pleasure to feel for you, being almost completely naked before the eyes of the man you love and feeling almost no shame at all, contrary to what you expected. All the worry you felt perished like some meaningless fume.

He takes your hand, and a small smile stretches his lips.

His other hand grips your chin softly as he studies you once more up close, his intense eyes roaming over your face, every little detail of your expression. His thumb slowly caresses the soft skin of your lower lip again, feeling the delicate flesh.

His cold touch feels warm, igniting your heart with fire. Can he hear your heartbeat? He probably can. It is so loud you can barely hear your own breathing.

"Lay down on the bed, my dear."

You obey immediately, laying down with a slightly trembling, fragile state and flushed cheeks. Your eyes ask: Like this, my love? He can almost hear it in his mind.

His dark eyes roam over the sight of you lying on the bed, your slender and delicate yet pale form standing out against the white bedsheets. The contrast is truly fascinating, and his own body is all too pleased with the view.

"Exactly, sweetheart. Just like that."

He slowly approaches the bed, his smooth movements only comparable to those of a panther as he looms over you, one knee on the bed next to you.

You gulp as his intense gaze falls upon your vulnerable body. You feel nervous as your eyes lay on the poking length against the cloth of his underwear. You are mesmerized by his handsomeness, your eyes droopy and hazy. How could someone be this... divine? An immortal beauty, an even more remarkable handsomeness. It feels like a wish come true, being able to call this man your husband. Finally.

He notices the way you look at him with those beautiful eyes of yours, the nervousness clearly visible in your expression.

It's almost too tempting, how innocent you look. He slowly moves to straddle you, his hands now on either side of your head, boxing you in. Leaning forward, he looks down at you, almost as if he is studying some kind of art piece with a sharp eye. His voice comes out as a deep murmur, heavy with desire.

"There's no need to be nervous, my darling. It won't hurt as much as you think it will."

His soft voice and thick Russian accent are more than enough to ease your physical pain, even if it will hurt much more than you believe. You think to yourself that you indeed want this to be a remarkable experience for both of you, but what outweighs it all for you is being able to satisfy him in every sense possible. Because you love him so, so much.

"I know, my love. I trust you."

You say with a sweet voice as he hovers over you.

The small smile on his lips from earlier returns again, and he gently runs his hand over your cheek in an affectionate manner.

"Good girl."

He slowly leans down, his body gently resting on yours as he lays on top of you. His nose now nuzzles against the crook of your neck, and he proceeds to lay gentle kisses all over it.

"Your trust in me is as admirable as it is delightful."

As Fyodor hovers over you, his touch gentle yet possessive, he feels a shift within himself. It is as though the layers of his carefully guarded demeanor are slowly peeling away, revealing a vulnerability he rarely shows. His fingers trace patterns on your skin, each caress igniting a fire within him and stirring emotions he had long kept buried.

He senses your response to his touch, your breath quickening, and he savors the power he holds over you-not in dominance, but in the depth of your connection. His eyes, dark and intense, study your every reaction as if trying to memorize every inch of you.

His voice, usually composed, now carries a hint of raw desire and tenderness.

Leaning in to kiss your neck, his lips against your skin send shivers down your spine. The sensation is both electrifying and comforting, making you melt into him even more.

He whispers endearments in his native language, promises that fill the air and wrap around both of you like a warm embrace.

He realizes how much he trusts you with his vulnerabilities, how much he craves this connection just as you do. His touch is a revelation, showing him a side of himself he hadn't fully understood before-a man who seeks solace and fulfillment in your intimacy, who finds strength in your shared vulnerability.

As you lay together, hearts beating in sync, he knows that the bond you are forging is unlike anything either of you had experienced. It is a love that transcends words, a love that embraces your flaws and insecurities, making you stronger together than you could ever be apart.

His fingers traced patterns on your skin, each caress igniting a fire within him and stirring emotions he had long kept buried.

You mewl softly at each kiss, your warm body pressed flush against his. You move your arms shyly, wrapping them around his waist, your fingers gently caressing his back as he continues to kiss your neck, breathing your scent in as you breathe in his, a soft hum leaving your lips.

He hums back into the crook of your neck, the sound almost akin to a pleased growl. Presenting his emotions with such an intimate voice was indeed intoxicating and fulfilling for him.

Your touches, your soft gasps, and sounds of pleasure make him want your first time to be as good as possible. So he focuses on being gentle with you, on restraining himself.

"Mhh~" you mewl again, caressing his skin softly as you relax against his body slightly, melting into his kisses.

His body is hot against yours, his muscles taut against your delicate frame as he starts to kiss your collarbone, now leaving a trail of kisses down to your shoulder, leaving a couple on your skin as he murmurs against you. He loves the sounds you make in response to his touches, and the way you caress his skin has him wanting to hear more of your sweet voice.

"My good girl..."

A soft, gentle hum as response.

"Sweetheart... you're doing very well."

He was so uncharacteristically chatty. Of course, he knew exactly how to reassure you, to make you feel comfortable. You smile with delight, happy as you think that he is happy with your demeanor. You shyly place a kiss on his neck, trying to please him more.

He feels his body shiver slightly at the feeling of your soft lips on his neck, and he rewards you with a hum that is close to a purr against your skin. His one hand moves from next to your head to gently run his fingers through your soft hair, his body relaxing against yours.

"My wife."

You gently brush your lips against his, submissively asking to be kissed.

"My husband.."

He pulls back to look down at you, something akin to amusement dancing across his face for a short moment, but soon enough it's replaced with a fond smile when he sees your gentle demand. Oh, demanding something from him? Only a few would be stupid enough to demand anything from him. You were the singular exception.

The only person in the whole wide world whom he wanted to fulfill their demands.

Loving someone so deeply was intoxicatingly humbling, to say the least.

A hand of his cups your soft cheek again as he leans down to close the distance. His lips capture yours in a gentle kiss, pressing against your soft lips and molding them to fit his.

You mewl softly again, kissing him back as skillfully as possible, still struggling a little to keep up with his movements.

You never kissed anyone before your now rightful husband. It was so easy for Fyodor to know how to move even though he lacked experience as well.

He was so quick to grasp and learn, which you were, naturally, not. You couldn't compete with him in that sense, and you were accepting it the way it is. You were accepting him.

Your kisses before were so innocent in comparison to this all-consuming passion. He slowly pushes further into the kiss, his tongue teasing the seam of your parted lips. He has already figured out the fact that you have never kissed anyone before him, and he feels his desire for you grow stronger. Your innocence, your naivety, it's delightful.

The thought that he's the first one to do this to you, to kiss you, to make you moan under him... it all has him wanting to claim and mark you as his own. His inner possessiveness shines through his cold and calculating persona, proving to him that he is human, with valid impulses and desires, after all.

It was laughable how he now indeed is in the same position as any other human being he would've stamped as exhibiting "petty" behavior.

This must be what God intended between a man and a woman.

Oh, you were trying to imitate his movements. You were trying your best to please him. How delightful. How adorable. How, so very his.

A pleased sound leaves him as he feels you respond similarly to his tongue, your attempts to imitate him making him almost shiver with desire. He slowly rolls his hips against you, his body grinding against yours as his hand on your cheek moves to your jaw, gently gripping it as he deepens the kiss.

You breathe shakily as he rolls his hips against you, feeling a hardness between your legs for the first time. You mewl uncontrollably, blushing in the process.

He is holding himself together just enough to remain gentle. It wasn't as easy as he expected it to be. His tongue now slowly starts to explore the inside of your mouth, tasting you. Even so, he can't quite hold back the slight growl that vibrates in his throat when you mewl against his lips, the sound coming out almost embarrassingly primal.

Your fingers continue to caress his back as he kisses you, your shaking legs opening wider as he presses his hips against you. You spread them even more, trying to grant him wider access.

A shudder of desire goes through him as you open your legs wider, a hint of surprise in his expression as he feels you do so. He hums into the kiss in approval, his own hardness pressing against you through his underwear.

For a moment, he pulls back and looks down at you, his gaze burning, intense.

He's trying hard to keep control, but the way you're submitting to him, the way you're opening for him, it's driving him insane in a strangely positive way.

Mhh~

You can feel a warm feeling building up between your legs, which is unfamiliar to you. You feel warm and desperate.

"F-Fyodor？~"

The sound of your voice, the desperate and needy edge to it, almost snaps the last bit of restraint he has left. His name, said in that voice, makes him want to devour you, to make you his completely. His eyes roam across your face, the innocent, yet needy expression you're making, before looking at the way your legs are opening wider for him as he's positioned between them.

"Mhmm, yes, sweetheart?..."

"I-just..."

You say shyly, gazing at him as he plays with the hem of your underwear, about to take it off your body.

"Say it."

"I feel unusual..."

He hums, his fingers toying with the edge of your panties, the soft, white fabric a bare contrast against your fragile body. His gaze never leaves yours as he slowly leans down to kiss your jaw, and then your neck.

"Unusual, you say?... Where do you feel this feeling?"

You knew that he knew. He wanted what he always wanted, in any other case too. To overpower you, dominate you, in his own weird, affectionate way you oh-so-dearly adored. The feeling that always made you feel safe with him. You gulp, trying to play the embarrassment off, sharing your feelings as you do always, genuinely with him.

"D-down there..."

His lips move to your earlobe, and he gives your ear a playful nip, before he murmurs against it, his voice rough against your skin.

"Would you like me to touch you down there, sweetheart?"

A soft moan leaves your lips for the first time at the way he's talking so openly, so gently to you. Your cheeks are flushed and your breath heavy.

"Y-yes...my love...please."

His lips curve into a tiny smile against your ear at your small moan, and your answer pleases him. His fingers now grab onto your panties, slowly pulling them down, leaving your sensitive and already dripping flesh exposed to his eyes. His hand slowly caresses up your thigh, his touch gentle, yet dominant as his fingers slowly make their way up to the soft flesh between your legs.

"Good girl... tell me, have you ever touched yourself down here before?"

"N-no..."

There it was again. The mental control he's pulling you under. The pleasure of knowing that he is the only one, the first, and the last, makes him derive pleasure simply by thinking about this fact.

His breath hitches, and a shiver runs through his body as he registers that you're completely untouched, unspoiled, that he's the first and only one to touch you like this. A possessive thrill, a certain kind of primal instinct, flows through his body at the thought, and he can't help the smile that forms across his lips, his face still next to your ear.

"What a perfect woman... you're doing so well, моя мышь..."

His fingers slowly reach their destination, gently caressing your folds, which he can definitely feel are already slick and oh so sensitive. It should’ve been an unusual feeling for him, but touching you so intimately only feels right to him. His wife.

"Mhhh~!"

You let out a soft moan, pushing your head back against the pillow, your eyes half-lidded and hazy.

"Such beautiful sounds you make for me, sweetheart..."

His fingers continue their gentle caresses, his gaze taking in the sight of you writhing underneath him, the way you're already so eager for more, and it's driving him crazy. Soon enough, a single finger of his slowly teases your entrance, the tip just gently pressing against it, testing the waters so to speak. Your mouth falls open, your eyes closing in pure pleasure.

His eyes don't miss a single detail of your reactions. Every shiver, every gasp, every moan and mewl you make in response to his touches has him wanting to see more, to hear more, to drive you absolutely wild. His finger slowly starts to slide inside you, gently, carefully, testing the waters as his lips now move to your neck, gently nipping at your skin.

"Aghh!~"

You moan loudly as even his fingertip makes it feel very stretching.

"Mmm-my... so tight."

He murmurs against the crook of your neck, where he's now resting his head and gently nipping the soft skin, his finger slowly inching deeper into you.

His own breathing is heavy now against your skin, his lips letting out small, ragged breaths as he listens to your sweet reactions, the way you clench around his digit.

"Tell me...who do you belong to?"

You moan loudly, your fingers dipping against his back gently, scratching a deep stripe down his back.

"You…..F-Fyodor—ahhh!~"

His eyes almost roll back at the feeling of your fingers grasping his back, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through him, especially with the way you moan his name, making his breath stutter slightly. It feels like the sweetest sin, this, his beautiful, perfect lover arching against his body, and it's driving him wild with desire. Your tight warmth has him wanting more, and his finger slowly continues to move inside you.

"You're so good for me, sweetheart... so perfect for me..."

It is an uncomfortable stretch for you, making your eyes sting with tears a little as you look at him innocently, mewling softly as he works it open.

"Mhmm, shh... sweetheart... don't look at me like that. I might devour you just fully."

He murmurs against the crook of your neck, his voice a little shaky as his finger is engulfed in your tight warmth.

He can see the tears in your eyes, he can feel how your body tenses a little from the painful stretch, and his free hand gently cups your flushed cheek.

"Relax for me, darling... it will feel better in just a moment..."

"It already feels-ah~"

He hums against your neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin and then soothing it with his tongue, as he keeps his finger still inside you. He takes in the way you cling to him, your body so sweet and sensitive against his one, and it makes him feel feral almost. He slowly starts to move his finger again, gently, carefully, trying to work your body open for him.

"That's it... good girl.."

You can feel your body adjusting to this new digit, making you feel the sensations you are receiving all the better.

You moan and mewl softly, your hips gently moving along with his finger.

"Mhhh~ ahh~"

He lets out a soft hiss against your neck at the sight of your hips subconsciously moving, trying to get more of his finger.

He's trying hard to keep control, but it's very hard when you're being so sweet and responsive for him.

"Mhm... look at you, moving with me like that... you're so perfect for me."

He pushes his finger in deeper, watching your face intently as he does.

Your mouth falls open, a deep moan escaping your throat.

The sound of your moan has his body shuddering against yours, his breathing ragged now as he continues to watch the expression on your face.

He can feel how tight and wet you're getting, slowly trying to take his finger deeper, and he rewards you by gently crooking it inside you, wanting to see the way you react to that.

"Such beautiful sounds, my sweet girl...you're so good for me..."

Your eyes roll back slightly, moaning out his name with a sweet tremble in your voice.

The way you moan his name, the way your voice trembles as he crooks his finger inside you, it makes a shiver of desire run down his spine. He can feel how wet and warm you're getting, how your body keeps trying to draw his finger in, and it feels maddening, like the sweetest sin.

"Mhmm, that's it sweetheart... call out my name, say it again."

"Mhh~ Fyodor!~"

You moan out his name, now completely relaxing with the new adjustment.

He almost lets out a feral sound at the sound of his name on your lips, the way you moan it, so sweet and so, so perfect. He can hear how much more relaxed you are now, your body adjusting to the feeling of his finger inside of you. He wants to see more, to hear more, to hear you moan his name more, so the pace of his finger picks up, now slightly pumping inside you, pressing in deep as he crooks it against your walls.

"Mhmm~... say it again. Say my name again for me."

"AGH!~ F-FYODOR—-mhhhhhhhh~"

His eyes go dark with desire at the sound of his name from your lips again, your sweet voice, the way you moan so beautifully with only one of his fingers inside you. It's absolutely maddening, and he never knew he could lose it so easily over something like the sound of his own name.

"Mhmm, that's my darling... good girl."

He keeps going, the pace of his finger picking up a little more now. He's so close to losing control, but he's resisting, trying to savor the moment of your sweet submission.

Your legs are starting to tremble slightly, your hips rolling against his finger instinctively, moaning out his name.

"Fyodor...mhhh~ Fyodor~"

Your legs shaking, your soft hips moving against his finger, the moans of his name... the way you're falling apart for him so prettily, it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, and it has him nearly losing it. He shushes you gently, trying to soothe you, to guide you into letting go for him.

"Yes... just like that, darling... just let go, give yourself to me completely..."

You can feel that tight knot building up inside of you, almost overwhelming your senses. The knot inside your belly feels like it's going to snap soon.

"F-Fyodor...I-I feel like something is—"

He shushes you gently, his breath hot against your ear as his finger keeps moving inside you, relentless yet so tender.

"Shh... it's okay, my love... just let it happen. Let yourself feel everything, let go for me..."

He can tell you're close, that tight knot inside you building up, and he knows you're about to reach your peak, and it's driving him wild.

His free hand caresses your cheek, his lips gently kissing your temple as his finger keeps moving inside you, wanting to draw every bit of pleasure out of you.

"It's okay, let go, моя мышь...“

His words make you snap like a thin rubber band, your body tightening around his finger as you feel your release take over your body. Moaning and shaking, your whole body reacts to the intense pleasure he's giving you.

The way your body clenches around his finger, the way you moan and shake, it's more than he ever expected, and it drives him wild. He continues to move his finger inside you, working you through your orgasm, his breath hot and heavy against your skin as he murmurs sweet, encouraging words to you, soothing you through your high.

"Mhm... yes, that's it... good girl...you're so beautiful.”

He's relishing in the sight of your body trembling with pleasure, your release coating his finger, the way you look so lost in ecstasy, all because of him. His heart swells with possessive pride and affection for you, and he knows that this is only the beginning, that he wants to see you like this again and again.

"Such a good girl for me... so perfect.."

As you come down from your high, his finger slowly stills inside you, and he gently pulls it out, his gaze softening as he looks at your flushed, beautiful face. He brings his finger to his lips, tasting your essence with a hum of satisfaction, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Mmm... you taste so sweet, моя мышь..."

You feel absolutely exhausted yet so satisfied. His finger sliding out of you feels like a void being left behind. You softly smile at him, your eyes half-lidded and tired.

He looks down at you, his heart swelling with affection at the sight of your tired yet satisfied smile. However, the feeling is overwhelming for him too. He needs you, more than you can imagine. He gently kisses your forehead, his hand caressing your cheek tenderly.

You know it is time. He lifts himself up slightly, checking to ensure you are comfortable. Then, finally, he gently pushes in.

"Mhhh~!~"

He groans, his body starting to betray the composure he held onto. It was so much harder than his calculation. It was truly humbling, even for him.

"Love... relax for me..."

His voice is filled with frustration, thick and breathy.

"Mhhhhh~!~"

Your eyes widen slightly as the feeling is far more intense than the feeling of his fingers, making you let out a faint scream-moan.

He can't help letting out a little hiss at the delicious sound you make as he gently pushes himself into you, slowly, inch by inch, trying to keep himself under control and not hurt you.

"Mhm... shh... shh... you're doing so well, darling..."

The feeling of your body clenching around him has him gritting his teeth, his breathing ragged in an effort to not lose control completely. You push your forehead into the crook of his neck, your hands on his back as he pushes in, making you moan deeply.

He lets you push your head against his neck, wanting you to feel comfortable and safe as he gently continues to push into you, slowly and carefully, making sure he's not hurting you. Your hands on his back, your sweet, deep moans in his ear, everything about you is perfect, and it's driving him absolutely crazy with desire, but he keeps it together, barely.

"Mhm... you're taking me so well, my sweet darling~..."

The stretch is a mix of pain and pleasure for you, confusing your mind.

The intense connection between you two feels like it's changing something fundamental within you, a mix of vulnerability and deep affection that's overwhelming.

"Aghhh~ mhhh~F-Fyodor-I-it's too m-much..."

A low growl escapes him at your intoxicating, desperate, and sweet words.

The way you're being so inexperienced and sweet for him fills his heart with pride, as petty as that might be. It takes all of his willpower not to lose control right there and then. He slowly pulls back and presses in again, trying to give your body the time to adjust.

"Mhmm... shh... it's because you're a good, pure girl, darling... I know you can take it... you're being such a good girl, taking me so deep already..."

Your eyes roll back, your head falling onto the pillow as he pushes in deeper.

The sight of you being so sweet and overwhelmed, your head falling back onto the pillow as he gently pushes in deeper, has something inside him snap.

He gently growls against your neck, his hands pinning your hips down on the bed.

"Mmmm... such a beautiful, sweet girl... look at you... do you like how I feel inside you, darling? Is it too much for your pure, innocent body?~

Questions he knew the answers to. Oh, it was so arousing. The pulsating feeling of him made your head spin. His words were laced with a possessiveness that both thrilled and scared you. It was as if he wanted to own every part of you, and every fibre of your being wanted that too.

"Mhh~ y-yes...my love, yes~!"

The way you moan that way, the way you call him "my love" in your sweet voice, drives him absolutely mad.

He slowly starts rocking his hips against yours, trying to keep a gentle and steady pace, his voice ragged as he whispers praises in your ear.

Your moans, your voice calling out his name, your body clinging to his— it all makes him feel primal, the need to claim you overwhelming. But he's gentle, maintaining his control as always, his breath ragged as he keeps whispering against your ear:

"Mhmm... that's it, sweetheart... does it feel good, darling? Mhmmm... say my name again, sweet girl..."

"Fyodor-it feels...mhhh~ s-so good..~"

You say with a fragile voice. A low, guttural, possessive growl escapes his lips at that, the sound being both gentle and primal at the same time. He needs to hear you say his name, over and over again, to know that you're his and his alone.

"Mhmmm... that's it, sweetheart... good girl... so good for me... say it again, darling... keep saying my name..."

"Fyodor~ Fyodor~ ahhh~ mhh~Fyodor~"

You moan softly with each thrust, your eyes closing and opening halfway.

Something possessive flares up in him at the way you moan his name, again and again, saying it over and over. He slowly starts to increase the pace of his thrusting, his breath ragged against your skin as his hands gently pin your hips down on the bed.

"Mmm... say it again, darling... who do you belong to? Say it... who's the only one you belong to...?"

"Fyodor..~ you, my love~ mhhh~"

You place your trembling legs upon his thighs, under his buttocks as he rolls his hips and thrusts.

He can't control the hiss that escapes him as you answer him, telling him that you're only his, that you belong to him, and it drives him absolutely insane, something inside him that he tried to keep at bay flaring up completely. His hips snap against yours in a slightly rougher manner as he lets out a low growl against your neck.

You moan loudly, a wet popping sound echoing through your shared bedchamber.

The sound of your moan, you saying his name, the way you’re so submissive and letting him take control so easily—it's driving him absolutely insane, and he's no longer trying to hold back. Never in his seemingly endless life did he expect to lose control this easily.

"Mhmmm~..."

He hisses softly as he picks up the pace a bit, his body gently shuddering against yours, his breathing ragged.

He growls again at the way you moan, a slightly wilder look in his eyes as you cry out like that. His pace picks up more, gently and slowly taking you deeper and deeper, his hands gently holding your hips as he continues to thrust.

"Mhm... yes, that's it... just relax for me, sweet girl... I know you can take it... you're doing so well for me.."

"F-Fyodor, I feel so-mhhhh~ ahhhh~"

He hears the change in your voice, the way it's getting higher pitched, sensing you’re nearing your own climax, which makes him even more excited.

"Mhmmm... you are close, right, sweetheart...? Mhmm... let me hear your pretty voice..."

He leans over her, gently pinning her down as his thrusts become faster and deeper.

"Y-yes!~"

Your mouth falls open.

"Aghhh~F-Fyodor-AGH! Mhhhhh~"

He looks down at you, absorbing every sound you make, watching your overwhelmed expression and those innocent eyes. It takes everything in him not to lose himself completely, his breathing ragged as he gazes down at you.

Your body arches against him, head falling back, presenting your neck to him as you whine.

"Mmmmh... yes, that's it, sweetheart... don't hold back..."

He growls at the sight of her arching against him, your head falling back, the primal, possessive side of him barely restrained. He gently bends down, lips finding the pale skin of your neck, biting and sucking.

"Mhmmm... yes, my sweet girl, just like that..."

"Agghhhh~ my~-ahhh~~"

He can't hold back any longer, you arching against him, your moans and calls driving him wild. His body shudders, last restraints snapping, breathing ragged, hips moving faster.

"Mmm... just let go... be a good girl, sweetheart... do what your body tells you to do..."

You are releasing tension with loud, desperate moans, a soft cry of pleasure, body shaking dramatically under him, moaning out his name.

Your release, sweet moans, body shuddering wildly under him, drive him over the edge. He growls against your neck, hips rolling, snapping in a fast, desperate pace, body trembling, pleasure coursing through him as you call out. His own release washes over him violently, making his own body shudder and tremble with the aftershocks of his release.

"Mfff- mhhhh... good girl... such... a good girl..."

He shivers, voice ragged, trying to slow down after release, body pressed against yours, warm and satisfied, nuzzling your neck, possessive growl escaping.

"Mhmmm... my love... you did so well..."

You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in his skin.

His heart aches at your sweet, desperate hold, your face in his neck, his arms gently wrapped around you, body shivering, nuzzling you. It is a perfect moment.

"I will have Ivan run us a bath in a moment."

You chuckle absentmindedly, head still fuzzy from the mind-blowing pleasure you just experienced, eliciting a soft smile from your beloved husband. It's a genuine, lazy, loving smile-one that you, and only you, rarely get to see.

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darkdevasofdestruction · 2 years ago

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Imagine Daemon...

Disclaimer: I’m making Balerion alive in here for selfish reasons lol.

Imagine Daemon... Young and smitten by you, a Targaryen, the first born child of your father, and always going against what everyone was telling you to do.

Imagine Daemon... Absolutely perplex, as you were talented in every skill, be that for a man or a woman, just so that nobody could give you shit for neglecting you training.

“Though they speak more than they should, the truth still stands - I truly do believe that people, in general, should know as many a skill as they can, for it may be the difference between life and death, at some point in their life.”

Imagine Daemon... Being afraid for you, once your dragon was eaten alive by The Cannibal, and you just went berserk with anger.

Imagine Daemon... Absolutely flabbergast and positively erect once he sees you running over at Balerion the Black Dread, the dragon that no one dared to tame for so long, the oldest, the most powerful -- And you just marched up to him and patted his snout, before yelling at him with such a loud, booming and authoritarian voice that he almost fell to his knees, ready to pledge his allegiance to you.

Imagine Daemon... Desperately wanting to jump on Caraxes and perform a dragon dance around you, but he could only stare, deaf to everyone’s worried shrieks, as you shoot up in the sky with the fearsome dragon, and instead of throwing you off, the two of you went in perfect sync, doing fire tricks and having fun - Though so far away, he was sure he could hear your excited, thrilled screams... Before you ripped into The Cannibal, as revenge.

Imagine Daemon... Immediately asking your father to have you marry him, because he knew, he would never find another Lady as wild, stubborn, mental and positively fucked in the head - Just like he was.

Imagine Daemon... Smirking, as he witnessed a fight of you and your father, once the idea of having heirs was brought into discussion, but by now, you were too old and too independent to bother with any of the Crown matters - And you were, after all, the great Balerion’s tamer.

“The matters of the Crown have never concerned me. My life is mine own, and mine own alone, and I shall not allow anyone to temper with my wishes. I was born an explorer, an adventurer, and the fact that Balerion accepted ME, while I was a mere child, whilst others were burnt for even daring to approach him - I KNOW I am meant for greatness, but what greatness means, is subjective to mine own visions in life. I shall not be baring any heirs for any stupid petty lord.”

Imagine Daemon... Running to Caraxes as soon as you exited the throne room, pissed off at your father, and following you to whatever mountain peak you wanted to go to - Though you didn’t even bother saluting him, you didn’t tell him to go away either, for he was the only one who understood you.

“What does HE know of being a dragon, any way? All he does is drink and whore around, like a petty lordling with way too much coin in his purse. That is NOT what being a dragon means. It is all about the fire surging through your blood - The adrenaline, the excitement, the wind blowing through your hair, the possibility of dying any second of the day, but conquering it - Winning war after war, exploring new places and making them your own -- If not, then what is the use of being dragon riders and sporting the sigil of our house?! You... You are the only one who truly understood my ideals, Daemon. I am sure you are on my side... Are you not? It is not me, going mental, is it?” though he chuckled, seeing you snapping your head at him, as if for confirmation, and seeing the slightest glimpse of a worry, he could feel his heart beating fast.

“To hell with all of them, my Dear Lady. Who cares what they think? You are the rider of the dragon who spurs fear in every living being. You can do anything you want. Your father wants to marry you? Burn him. Take the throne. Become Queen. Fuck on the throne - Is anything stopping you? No. You want to explore the world? Get enough gold and provisions and soar through the skies, see places left untouched by mortals, and bring back souvenirs of the new place you conquered.” he began to chuckle, seeing you look away, hiding your amused laughter. “Ah, I see, I have managed to make My Lady smile - And what a beautiful smile she has. Won’t you smile more for me, my dear?”

Imagine Daemon... Reaching our his hands to cup either side of you face and leaning his forehead to touch yours, and caressing your cheeks dearly, giving you a sweet, heartfelt smile before his thumb went down to trace your bottom lip, followed by a gentle kiss on those beautiful, pink, plump lips that he wanted to bite and suck on forever.

“Well... If you are by my side... I suppose there is nothing I cannot do, is there... Daemon?” now seated on his lap, and a snarling, overprotective Balerion having taken flight, not wanting to see something like that - Through kisses and touches, you found yourself being placed down, on the soft grass, with not the white clouds, but those gorgeous eyes of his, and that long, silver hair, tickling your face.

“For as long as you’ll have me, I shall remain by your side, be them good or bad times coming.”

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Imagine Aemond... (Aemond is afraid My Lady will find him ugly) Imagine Aemond... (Aemond is frustrated with the court and My Lady spoils him) Imagine Aemond... (Aemond discovers you pampering Vhagar, the Matchmaker) Imagine Aemond... (My Lady is afraid of the concept of childbirth and pregnancy) Imagine Aemond... (Engaging in a romantic, literal Dance of Dragons in the air ) Imagine Daemon... (Being smitten over an adventurous Lady who flies Balerion)

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theiris-storyvault · 3 years ago

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“What kind of rabbit doesn’t eat carrots?!”

Dad! Seokjin X Mom! Reader

Genre: fluff!

Warnings: None!

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“Jinha! It’s lunchtime” You yell from the kitchen as you get the table sorted out. Your husband had been lost in a trance with your daughter as you prepared lunch, and for that, you were thankful, because 90% of the time when he’s at work, you’ll be in a fairy costume cooking pasta on the lawn. Not long after, you hear footsteps quickly approaching the room, and soon after, a small frame hugs your legs. “Well hello there, Ms. Rabbit. I see you have been doing dress-up with...” You lift your eyes to find Seokjin only to see him in a Cow onesie with wings and a crown. You stifle a laugh as you crouch to lift your daughter “Mr. Fairy Cow Prince” You continue your sentence earning a silly groan for your husband. You set Jinha down on to a seat beside her father as Jin plants a kiss on your forehead before taking a seat himself.

You all enjoy the meal you’d prepared as you enjoy listening to your daughter’s stories about what they did just moments ago. You place your chin on your palm as you listened to her in amusement. Sometimes it gets to you that it had been 3 years since you had her swim in your belly like a little bean. She’s growing up so fast, and even if you wanted to just stop time and make her stay this small forever you couldn’t. The conversation ends with her telling you how great her dad was at dressing up. “Really? better than mommy, darling?” You ask, an eyebrow raised. “Yes!” Jinha shouts and you scoff jokingly. Your husband erupts in laughter before boasting. “Baby, did you hear that? You suck at dressing up! Daddy is always better!” You laugh in defeat as Jinha tries to give you small kisses as a consolation. The laughing dies down soon after when Jinha tries to make a run from her unfinished food, but Jin was fast to scoop her up and put her back in her seat. “ah-ah, not so fast Ms. Rabbit. You still have vegetables left.” He says sternly. You turn away from him, trying to hide your giggles because he looked silly getting mad in the outfit he was in. “Your dad is right, darling. You need to eat your carrots, to keep your pretty eyes clear.”

You watch her scrunch her nose in disgust before trying to protest “But carrots are ew mommy!” She says. “Oh is that so? But what kind of rabbit doesn’t eat carrots?!” You question as you pinch her nose softly. She was at a loss for words knowing you were right. So, she gives in, quickly chewing the pieces of carrots she had picked out of her food, before drinking a ton of water to wash it down. Jin was flabbergasted at her daughter's actions but adored at how she didn’t fight back anymore and just followed. Afterwards, you signal to her that she did a good job and that she was free to go, and in a blink of an eye, she takes off running.

You start to clear the table when Jin wraps his arms around you. You try not to get lost in a trance as his comforting hug relaxes you and you try to get away “I need to clean it up, Love” You excuse but he never lets you go. “I don’t know how you do it” He says, evidently, he seemed tired. “Do what, hun?” You ask you to walk over to the sink with him stuck to you. As soon as you place the dishes down, you turn to face him, giving him a proper hug. “Play dress up, and cook, and clean, and not get tired,” He says, burying his face onto your shoulder. “Who says I never get tired,” You ask, trying to sound offended but he sees through it and giggles “You know what I mean. I literally just played with her for an hour and boy, does she have much energy. I changed clothes more times with her than I have when I’m on tour.” He states making you laugh. “Well, that’s probably why she thinks you’re the best at dressing up, when I’m with her I put on the wings and tell her I cant shape shift because the fairy leader would get mad.” He sighs, tightening his hold on to you. “Well, whatever Jinha said was a lie, if there’s someone who’s the best here, it’s you.”

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byzantiumshades · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Mark Lee (NCT) x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Contains: Dirty talk, marking, making out, kissing, hand job, cunnilingus, hair pulling, coming untouched

Word count: 2391

A/N: The Dancing With Fire trilogy: Part 1, Part 2

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Getting your well-deserved rest after a long day didn’t seem to be an option for you today, as you heard someone rather aggressively knocking on your door. Quite a few times more than it was necessary at 11PM, in your opinion.

“What on earth?” you snapped, opening the door with full intend to scold the person responsible for disturbing your peaceful evening.

To be frank, you could’ve expected literally anyone but Mark Lee.

“Hi,” he choked out, breathing heavily as if he had just finished a marathon.

Clearly chilled to the bone, to crown it all. Your irritation melted into a resignation, as you sighed heavily before quickly ushering him inside your apartment. For some reason, his hair seemed to be damp, which caused your irritation to make an appearance once again.

“I always thought that you’re on the smarter side, honey, but it seems that in reality you’re a complete idiot,” you scoffed, already searching for a blanket to help him warm up a little.

Visibly flabbergasted, Mark couldn’t utter a single word, his recent confidence gone the very moment your powerful persona entered the picture. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, and he had to admit that you weren’t wrong in the slightest – he looked like a fucking mess.

“Thanks,” he managed to say, rolling his eyes as if offended by your comment.

His words, however, didn’t match his overall bashful behaviour. Deep down, Mark knew that the scolding you were giving him was a well-deserved one.

“You must have been in a hurry. You didn’t even notice that it’s freezing outside, did you?”

Mark looked away, clearly ashamed: he did notice that it was cold, yes, but he didn’t give a single fuck about it – he needed to see you. With another sigh, you handled him the blanket, and sat on the couch, trying to busy yourself with something. In the end, you reached towards the coffee table for a cup of tea you had made for yourself before he appeared on your doorstep, and took a sip of the still warm liquid.

“I had to see you,” he said after a moment of silence, his voice shaking a little.

You didn’t even realize how close he had got to you, but he now stood in front of you, towering over you.

“I can’t take it any more.”

“Take what?” you asked, looking up at him with a raised brow.

It took a lot from you to pretend that you didn’t notice his choice of words. In reality, the memory of his hungry expression mere seconds before he had kissed you broke the surface of your mind almost immediately, causing your pulse to speed up slightly. Suddenly you remembered everything about that moment as if it was barely yesterday that the situation had taken place.

“I–I can’t stop thinking about you, about your, well, your touch. You’re appearing even in my dreams,” Mark said, practically stumbling over his words, his fingers nervously playing with the hem of the blanket.

You calmly placed your cup back on the table, making sure that it wouldn’t get in your way in the near future.

“And what exactly am I doing in them?” you asked, tilting your head to the side with a smile.

He was standing just a touch away from you.

“Do I touch you?”

“Yes,” Mark breathed out quietly, his darkened expression telling you everything you needed to know about those dreams.

That fact, however, didn’t mean that you’d let such a perfect occasion slip away.

“Where?” you hummed, tugging on the blanket strongly enough for it to drop onto the floor.

“It always starts from the moment I’m sitting on your lap,” he answered in a hoarse voice, his eyes glued to your lips hungrily.

A surprised gasp left his lips as you grabbed him by the waist, and drew him towards you – exactly onto your lap. Due to his dumbfoundedness it wasn’t the most graceful move you had ever pulled on someone, but Mark adapted quickly, setting on your lap comfortably just like the last time.

“Like that?” you murmured, your hands slowly caressing his clothed thighs.

“Yeah, but in my dreams, you also undress me.”

You raised a brow, clearly amused by his shameless behaviour, but you’d lie if you said that you didn’t like it. Staring right into his eyes, you grabbed the hem of his, or rather yours, hoodie and started to slowly lift it up. You found that incredibly sexy that not only he was wearing your clothes, but you were also the one who was about to take them off of him.

“It’s starting rather nicely, doesn’t it,” you mused, swiftly pulling the thick fabric over his head.

Mark nodded with a small smile, the flush on his cheeks deepening in shade as you shamelessly stared at his nicely muscled arms and chest, noting the prominent collarbones, and unblemished skin that practically begged to be marked once again.

“Aren’t you gorgeous,” you sighed, your hands moving up and down his sides a few times before they started to wander over his shoulders and biceps.

It occurred to you that all this time you had seen him as just a boy: Mark had a great personality, really, but he was acting like an insecure boy that wanted to please everyone no matter what, which didn’t sit well with you. Now, however, on your lap was sitting a man, not a boy. A man who, even thought visibly flustered, was confident and determined, a little selfish even, a man who was not afraid to go for something he wanted. You weren’t going to lie – you liked that development quite a lot.

“Look who’s talking,” he answered smoothly, taking one of your hands into his bigger one and placing it on his chest.

“You’re literally making my heart race.”

His rapid heartbeat took you by surprise, but it felt strangely pleasing to know how his body reacts to you. As you were thinking about it, a sinful thought suddenly appeared in your mind.

“Seems like your heart’s pumping a lot of blood right now,” you said lazily, a mischievous tone in your voice.

It took him a moment to get what you were referring to, but when he finally did, he hung his head low, clearly flustered by the implication. After all, his sweats did nothing to hide the already prominent bulge, so you were obviously teasing him.

“Well, it’s not like you’re wrong,” he managed to say in an incredibly embarrassed voice.

If asked, Mark wouldn’t be able to explain why exactly he was reacting like that, but he suspected it was because of you: the way you spoke, the way you were touching him, the way you were looking at him. He often pondered over such turn of events in the seclusion of his bedroom, but it didn’t really occur to him how much of an impact your mere presence would have on him if his fantasies became reality.

“As much as I want to see you naked, there’s something I need to do first,” you said with a smile that made a shiver of excitement run down his spine.

When your lips landed on the skin just beneath his jaw, Mark instinctively threw his head back. One of your arms circled his waist, as the other slipped between your bodies to massage his stiffened cock. Your fingers cupped him through the fabric of his sweats, careful not to hurt him as you started to move your hand along his clothed shaft.

“Fuck, oh, fuck,” Mark moaned, feeling your lips moving down his neck, undoubtedly leaving more or less visible marks behind.

The way he choked out your name when the tip of your tongue traced the shape of his Adam’s apple made your core clench deliciously. Those soft noises he was making, his cock getting harder by the second under your ministrations, his soft skin that tasted so sweetly on your lips – your body was on fire, and it was all because of him. Mark Lee was driving you crazy.

“Good god, the sounds you’re making make me even more aroused,” you sighed, peppering his collarbones with open-mouthed kisses.

Mark let out a quiet chuckle, hearing your words.

“Well, that’s because you’re making me feel so damn good, and I can’t control myself around you,” he said, throwing his arms around your neck, his lips connecting with yours mere seconds later.

The kiss wasn’t a gentle one, no, it was hungry, aggressive even, full of desire that both of you tried to contain for the past few months. When you bit on his lower lip, he instinctively opened his mouth, giving you the chance to slip your tongue inside. When you were planning a peaceful evening for yourself a few hours ago, you certainly wouldn’t have guessed that you’ll end up with a half-naked man squirming on your lap.

“Honestly, you have no idea what you’re doing to me,” you chuckled, sucking on his lower lip to earn a sweet moan from him.

“We’re literally just making out, and my pussy’s so fucking wet right now, Jesus.”

“Should I lick it clean then?” he panted out with a smile, placing a sweet peck on your cheek.

His offer took you by surprise, and for a moment you simply couldn’t utter a single word – did he just ask to eat you out, or was it your wishful thinking?

“Oh god, please, forget that I said that,” he mumbled quickly, clearly misinterpreting your momentary silence.

“No,” you shook your head firmly, your voice hoarse to the point where you could barely recognize it.

One of your hands possessively caressed his hipbone through the fabric of his sweats, the other rubbed his thigh in a similar manner. You could feel the shiver that ran through his body, the way his breath speed up slightly when he heard the tone of your voice – he was so deliciously responsive.

“If you think that I’d pass on such an occasion, you’re wrong, Mark.”

“Am I?” he asked, dumbfounded for some reason.

“Surely. I can’t wait to see that handsome face all shiny from my cum, you see.”

Mark swallowed thickly at your answer.

“Now, you’re going to stand up, my love, and kneel in front of me,” you commanded with a soft smile playing on your lips.

There was no doubt that Mark Lee changed a lot during the last few years, but his need to please those he cherished remained all the same. The way he followed your orders, oh, so naturally, made your head spin – it was absolutely delightful.

“Damn, you look so good on your knees, did you know that?” you chuckled, standing up unhurriedly.

You slid down your sweats along with the underwear in one swift motion, and kicked it somewhere to the side. Your fingers quickly found their way into his thick locks: caressing his hair gently at first, only to grab a handful of it and tug harshly a moment later.

“Fuck, harder, please,” he groaned, his mouth slightly ajar, eyes half-closed in pleasure.

“Cute,” you commented, his behaviour making you feel even more impatient than you already were.

He’s looking up at you when his tongue slowly parted your folds, skilfully licking and sucking on them for some time before he started to tease your entrance.

“Don’t tease me,” you murmured in a cautionary tone, your hips bucking into his face instinctively.

Mark let out a soft moan when you rubbed your pussy against his lips and nose, the tip of his tongue finally slipping inside you. His hands massaged your thighs, moving to squeeze your butt from time to time, as he licked your pussy like a starved man.

“I like your taste,” he groaned, the low sound resonating in your body.

“And I like it when you taste me,” you hummed, soft whines escaping your lips here and there as he started to place open-mouthed kisses all over your lower lips.

Maybe that’s why you moaned loudly out of sheer surprise when he sucked strongly on your clit. Thankfully, it was already swollen enough for the stimulation to feel good, but you simply didn’t expect that move from him. You weren’t going to complain, though.

“Honestly, I, fuck, I can’t tell if I’m getting close already because you’re so, so fucking talented with your tongue, or I was long gone, ummm, even before you offered to eat me out,” you panted out with a quiet chuckle, at this point just instinctively rubbing your crotch against his face, especially against the tips of his nose.

“Why not both,” Mark answered in a smug tone of voice, his hands firmly holding the back of your thighs as he happily lapped on your labia.

Your legs started to shake not too long after, the tiredness you felt a couple of hours before finally catching on with your body. You could feel the orgasm approaching: it was coming closer and closer, the tension in your body increasing slowly but surely.

“Fuck,” you sighed softly, your eyes rolling back from the pleasure.

Your skin felt too tight, too hot, but at the same time you felt completely boneless as your legs were close to giving up underneath you. His hands rubbed the skin of your thighs tenderly, making you feel strangely calm: you were glad for his unspoken support, knowing that he won’t move away until you’re ready.

“That was one fucking orgasm,” you finally said, your fingers raking through his tangled locks.

“I can tell,” he answered, looking up at you to show off his cum-covered face.

“Give me a moment, and I’m gonna thank you for it.”

“No need for that,” Mark murmured, bashfully looking away.

Taking a better look at his crotch, you noticed a dark stain on the fabric.

“At this rate, I’m going to be ready for another round in a matter of minutes,” you laughed out loud, bending forward to press a kiss to his sticky lips.

“If you cum like that just from playing with my pussy a little, then I’m curious what would happen if I took interest directly in your cock.”

Mark swallowed, hearing the mischievous note in your voice – he was in for a long ass ride. Not that he complained, of course.

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