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HII I REALLY LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH, i hope your willing to write about pregnant reader x thanos yk, thanos didn't know she was pregnant before they break up and then they meet up again the games and he finds out player 222 and player 333 type stuff đ
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Good person - Choi Su- Bong x pregnant! reader
Summary: After leaving Thanos, you encounter him again in a serious death game, only this time the stakes are lot higher
Warnings: Not much, just your usual squid game gore
A/n: Sorry it's so short! I'm going to try and start adding some length to my stories again especially my Thanos stories so stay tuned for those longer stories, trust me they are coming, they're just takin a lil time
You had told yourself whenever you signed up, you'd be as careful as possible, and that it was all for your baby, after leaving their father and being disowned for choosing to be single mother, you were left with little to nothing, so of course you took the chance to get money.
As you woke up in the giant room you soon came to regret your decision, seeing your sperm donor just a few feet in front of you, focused on the screen reading off debts "Y/n L/n, 25 million won" The guard shouted, showing you getting smacked across the face, quickly holding an arm over your stomach afterwards. Almost like he knew, as soon as your name was called out, his head snapped to yours "Senorita! You're here!?" He shouted in shock "No Way!" He shouted as he walked closer, you attempted to curl your body up away from him, but due to the six month pregnancy belly, you could only bend your legs closer to you slightly.
"Please leave, Thanos" You grunted, trying your best to keep him at a distance, for all he knew you had taken a plan B after your last hook up and that was it. Instead he just kept approaching until he was standing in front of you "What're you doing here!?" He asked excited, you just shook your head "trying to get my family and I money after my sorry excuse of a boyfriend convinced me to buy stupid ass crypto?" You said like it was obvious, it wasn't like you were entirely lying, you just didn't specify what family.
Going into red light green light, you were cocky at first, knowing you could do this easy, until the shooting started, players falling left and right, while your baby dad just skipped and danced his way to you down the field "You never answered me, Senorita" He repeated, placing his hands on your hips, terrified of what he might do, especially after watching him shove other players to win "I-I'm pregnant" You blurted, you couldn't help it, between your fear of dying by Thanos or the game was too much, you just wanted to get out of this alive, you didn't think it'd be this serious, if you did, you never would've done this. "Haha" He laughed sarcastically before looking at your face as the doll called out red light, he was in front of you now, and you were visibly shaking, Thanos using his body to try and shield you from the sensors "for real, flower?" He asked, his tone a lot more deep and raspy, you could tell he sobered up quick upon the realization you weren't joking. "I-I forgot the pill after hooked up a few months ago! a-and I left because I knew you couldn't be a responsible dad" You blurted, unable to contain your emotions as the hormones in your body were on overdrive.
Thanos was frozen, staring at you in shock before finally snapping out of it as the doll called green light, he grabbed your arm holding you behind him as he followed the others past the red line "Just stay behind me" He whispered, your words stung, how could you be so sure of how he'd be as a dad if you never gave him a chance? As you made your way back to the giant main room, you took notice to Thanos's hand on your back leading you to the bed "Sit, you don't put yourself through too much" He explained softly, helping you over to your bunks before eyeing Nam-Gyu "Give her your bed, man" he demanded, his friend stuttering before giving up and giving you his bed that was floor level, him taking your third bunk bed. "Thanos" You warned, not wanting him to make it a huge deal "What?! You're huge! You don't need to be climbing!" He shouted before catching his tone, apologizing quietly "Okay, well One, that was very very rude, two, I can do whatever I please, if I feel like I can't do something, I'll tell you" You stated poking him in the chest with your finger, he just smirked at you, biting his bottom lip slightly "Have I ever told you, it's hot whenever you yell at me" he asked, trying his best to charm you, but instead you just flicked his forehead in annoyance "Get away, freak" You replied, he just smiled at you, sitting at the foot of your bunk "So it's my baby?" He asked smiling pointing to your stomach "Well, if not I'd be concerned" You said raising your eyebrows at him "Can I..touch it?.." He asked nervously "it's not an it, it's your daughter" you glared, before grabbing his hand slipping it under your jacket, pressing his finger down in just the right spot to get the small baby inside of you to move around "Woah..weird" He said grimacing as he pulled away in disgust "Really!?" You gasped in shock laughing loudly, somehow forgetting you were in a death game for a moment "Yea! You have a whole human inside of you! That's weird!" He laughed, resting his hand on yours "You put it there, Su-bong!" You argued, you swore sometimes you got with a completely dumbass.
"Y/n..If you'll let me...I wanna be there..I don't want to be like my dad" He frowned, squeezing your hand gently "Please?" He begged "I know I fucked up bad, but, I want to try again, please" He continued, you glared at him for a moment before sighing "How can I trust you? And you'll have to get clean, for real clean, not how you're usually clean" You added on, you just watched as he nodded his head, no faces or complaints "You're actually serious aren't you?..." you asked sweetly "I want to be a good person for you, y/n, please" He whispered, pressing his lips to your knuckles "I guess..but you only get one chance" You offered, he just nodded before flopping himself next to you "Thank you!" He cheered pressing multiple kisses all over your face as he chanted his thank you's, not realizing the next 18-19 years were going to be hell for the both of you.
The rest of the games, Thanos was always on you, making sure you didn't over do yourself or risk hurting yourself or your baby, charming you right back into his arms.
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Have you ever heard of the belief where beauty marks are where your previous lover liked to kiss you in a past life? Could I request headcanons for the LaDS boys reaction to MC mentioning it?
Kisses From The Past- The Love And DeepSpace Men
parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre/ tags: fluff fluff a/n: hihi my luv ! â¸(ď˝ĄË áľ Ë )â¸âĄ i apologize this took me SOO long !! this was such a cute req and it def had me looking for my beauty marks all over my body (ŕˇËáľËŕˇ)⥠i hope this was alright and that you enjoy reading! (ŕˇËáľËŕˇ)⥠any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!
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Xavier:
You two were cuddling on the couch when you innocently mentioned it. Heâd think for a while, his blue orbs staring right back at you softly. Heâd reminisce all your past lives that heâs traveled too for you. A gentle smile would tug at his lips as he thinks about all the kisses heâs done and the beauty marks you would have all over your body.
âYes. Itâs true,â he murmurs, pressing soft kisses along your neck. His hands softly slip inside the hem of your shirt as he reminisces about the past.
He continues his kisses lower, softly pressing his lips to each of your beauty marks as if heâs connecting them while tracing the familiar path of your skin. Then he pulls back slightly, his eyes narrowing. âYouâre missing one here..but you have one here..â he murmurs, âWas someone here before me?â
You would have marks all over your body all day long with Xavier completely unaware that he was the one who marked that spot in the past.
Zayne:
When Zayne comes home and pulls you closer, you canât help but bring it up to Zayne. He would think about it for a moment and softly shake his head, denying it. But his stance would shift the moment he sees your smile quickly turn into a pout.
âWell thatâs not possible because...â he trails off, noticing the way your lips drop into a subtle frown. âI donât need a beauty mark to remember where I loved to touch and kiss you in another lifetime.â
Although Zayne might not fully believe in the concept of past lives, a part of him believes that if it were true, he would find you again in the next one. Those memories and familiar feelings would definitely resurface, like an instinct in his soul that guides him back to you no matter how many lifetimes have passed.
Rafayel:
You would bring it up while heâs examining your face, looking for inspiration for his sculpture. The moment those words leave your lips, his face automatically lights up
He absolutely LOVES the belief that your beauty mark is a place where your previous lover loved to kiss you in your past life. To him it means that youâve always been connected even when life pulls you two apart again. You two were meant for each other in every life and he will always always find you in each time line.
Rafayel would definitely tease you about how you only have a few âbeauty marksâ and how he has a lot of them. âgeez you must realllyy like kissing me here..and here huh cutie?â His past life couldnât have possibly kissed you in a few spots. Thereâs no way you're missing some many areas so now itâs his current lifeâs duty to fill in those gaps.
Heâll always leave a lingering kiss on every place on every part of your body that he thinks needs to be ârevisitedâ, making sure heâll keep kissing that exact same area so in the next life heâll remember this. âLooks like I've taken care of all the spots this time....but I think you need a couple more cutie.â
Sylus:
Sylus sits up, cleaning one of his vintage guns while youâre nestled between his legs. Youâre scrolling through your phone when a post about beauty marks catches your eyes. Curiosity piqued as you crawl on top of him, innocently asking, âDo you believe that beauty marks are where your previous lover liked to kiss you?
He falls quiet for a moment, his finger gently guiding your chin so you meet his gaze. He studies your face before drifting down to your body with a mischievous smirk. âLooks like youâre missing a lot then sweetie.â He murmurs, his hands roaming over your body. âI guess Iâll have to kiss every single one again and maybe more, so youâll remember me in the next life." He whispers softly, brushing a gentle kiss across your forehead, then your nose, before finally capturing your lips in a slow and tender kiss. He pulls back just slightly, his breath warm against your lips with a teasing smirk. âBut where are mine sweetie?â
Each one lingers as he continues to trail lower and lower on every surface of your skin with the hope that will leave a mark to to carry in the next life.
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I'm not tired. Like... sleeping doesn't fix it. It makes it worse.
Avoiding physical activities doesn't make me feel better.
What I am is...
I just don't believe that there is any future situation where I will ever be allowed to choose a life for myself where I am happy, safe, comfortable, not constantly worried about money, not particularly under anyone's thumb, and not particularly inhibited by any artificial structures that exist to slow me down just to slow me down. I am pretty sure my choices are literally death or other people forcing me into stuff that makes me want to die all the time just to get my basic needs met until I die.
I keep attempting suicide and then being like fine in two days.
What I want is suicide since I'm not able to be useful enough to earn other people being respectful to me and a comfy little middle class life. I thought I had found a path to get those things but it took years to build it up and someone destroyed it and told all my friends to go to mad at you island in the hatred of a minute and then framed me for it and I'll never be able to prove they did that.
I never was going to be able to do like... anything and everything forever but if I can't have the lifestyle I had in 2019 and 2020 and that level of freedom of choice and agency over my own life and the ability to pay for support and medical care when I need it and yes, that percentage of disposable income to expenses and debt ratio, I want to die. I don't wanna be a billionaire. I think I could do their jobs. Everyone probably could do a lot of their jobs. I think the computer does a lot more of their jobs than we all think. But I'm sorry, I deserve a savings for emergencies and to be able to rely on being able to pay off the debts I take out easily and to be able to buy a bunch of stupid books and shoes just as much as anyone else and I don't care if that means I'm "in my ego" or I'm "delusional" or "entitled."
I deserve to get paid to interact with othe people, too, because they all make it so draining and annoying. And I deserve to dictate the terms of who I interact with and make the rules about them not being allowed to forget important things about me or be mean to me. Why not? It's not me having those things that would prevent other people from having them, it's some kind of insane mutant beast from an ayn rand novel
"Are you ok?" I'm actually tired bro. From the bottom of my heart I'm tired
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Caught In The Act
Vivi X Male Reader
Tags : Childhood Friend Vivi, Caught Masturbating, Kissing, Handjob, Romance, A Bit Of Comedy, And Lots of Sex, Creampies
Words : 3,375 words
This is a Commission Work for My Friend @starconstruction Hoped you Like it Bruv.
The sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting lazy stripes across Y/nâs bedroom. His heart raced, not from the heat of the day but from the thoughts that had consumed him for hoursâthoughts of her. Vivi. The girl who had been his best friend since they were kids, the one who always knew how to make him laugh, the one who had grown into a woman so breathtakingly beautiful it hurt to look at her sometimes.
Her smile, her laugh, the way her curves seemed to defy gravity⌠God, she was all he could think about lately. And today, alone in his room, that thinking had taken a very specific turn.
Y/n lay on his bed, hand moving rhythmically under the covers. His breath hitched as he imagined Vivi standing there, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, lips parted just enough to make his pulse spike. He thought about her hands, soft and delicate, trailing down his chest, reaching lower⌠fuck. He bit his lip, stifling a moan as his grip tightened. He was close, so close, and the fantasy was vividâVivi leaning in, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered his nameâ
âY/n? Are you home?â
His eyes snapped open, his hand freezing mid-stroke. No. No no no. That voice. It wasnât in his head. It was real. Panic surged through him as his door creaked open, revealing the very person he had been fantasizing about.
Vivi stood in the doorway, her wide eyes taking in the scene before her. Y/n scrambled to cover himself with the blanket, but it was too late. She had seen everythingâthe guilty flush on his face, the desperate attempt to hide his arousal, the unmistakable bulge beneath the sheets.
For a moment, neither of them moved. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, until Vivi broke it with a surprised laugh. âWell⌠this is⌠unexpected.â
Y/n groaned, burying his face in his hands. âIâm so sorryâI didnât meanâI thought I was aloneââ
She raised an eyebrow, stepping fully into the room and closing the door behind her. Her expression was unreadable, but there was something in her gazeâsomething curious, almost teasing. âYou know, most people lock their doors when theyâre⌠busy.â
âIââ He couldnât even form a coherent sentence. His mind was racing, his body still thrumming with the tension he hadnât released. âVivi, I swear, this isnâtââ
She held up a hand, cutting him off. Her lips curved into a small, knowing smile. âRelax, Y/n. Iâm not mad.â She took a step closer, then another, until she was standing right beside his bed. Her eyes flicked downward, to where the blanket barely concealed his erection.
Y/nâs breath caught. âVivi, what are youââ
Before he could finish, she reached out, her fingers brushing against the edge of the blanket. Slowly, deliberately, she lifted it away, exposing him completely. His face burned, but he couldnât look away from her. Her expression was intent, focused, as if she were studying him.
âYouâve been thinking about me, havenât you?â she asked softly, her voice low and sultry in a way he had never heard before.
He swallowed hard, his throat dry. âVivi, Iââ
She knelt on the bed, her movements graceful and unhurried. Her hand settled on his thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through him. âItâs okay,â she murmured, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. âI donât mind.â
His heart pounded in his chest. This couldnât be real. It had to be some twisted extension of his fantasy. But the warmth of her touch, the scent of her perfumeâit was all too vivid to be anything but real.
âVivi,â he choked out, his voice trembling. âWhat are you doing?â
She met his gaze, her eyes dark with an emotion he couldnât quite place. âSomething Iâve wanted to do for a long time,â she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Then, without warning, her hand closed around him, firm and sure.
A strangled gasp escaped his lips as pleasure shot through him. Her touch was electric, igniting every nerve in his body. He reached for her wrist, half-heartedly trying to stop her, but she swatted his hand away.
âDonât,â she said firmly, her grip tightening ever so slightly. âLet me take care of you.â
Her words sent a shiver down his spine. He tried to protest, to tell her this was wrong, but the sensation of her hand moving up and down his length stole the breath from his lungs. His hips bucked involuntarily, driving himself deeper into her grasp.
âThatâs it,â she purred, leaning closer. Her breath tickled his ear as she whispered, âJust let go, Y/n. You donât have to hold back anymore.â
Her pace quickened, her strokes becoming more deliberate. He could feel the pressure building, coiling tight in his core. His fingers dug into the sheets, his entire body tensing as he fought to keep control.
But it was useless. Every touch, every movement, pushed him closer to the edge. He opened his mouth to warn her, but all that came out was a broken moan. His release hit him like a tidal wave, overwhelming and all-consuming.
Vivi didnât flinch as he came, her hand working him through it until he was spent and trembling. When he finally collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.
âSee?â she teased, her voice dripping with satisfaction. âThat wasnât so bad, was it?â
Y/n stared at her, his mind reeling. This was Viviâhis best friend, the girl he had known his whole life. And yet, in this moment, she felt like a stranger. A beautiful, dangerous stranger who had just turned his world upside down.
She climbed off the bed, wiping her hand on the hem of her shirt. Her smirk was positively wicked. âYou know,â she said casually, as if they were discussing the weather, âthis doesnât have to be a one-time thing.â
His eyes widened. âVivi, what are you saying?â
She shrugged, heading for the door. But before she left, she glanced back over her shoulder, her grin making his stomach flip. âThink about it, Y/n. Iâll be waiting.â
And with that, she was gone, leaving him lying there, dazed and utterly speechless. The sound of the door clicking shut echoed in his ears, a stark reminder of what had just happenedâand the promise of what might come next.
The days that followed were a blur for Y/n. Every time he closed his eyes, he could feel Viviâs hand on him, her touch burning into his memory like a brand. Her words lingered in his mind, echoing over and over: âThis doesnât have to be a one-time thing.â He wasnât sure if she was serious or just teasing himâhe couldnât tell with her anymore. But the thought of it consumed him, leaving him restless and unable to focus on anything else.
Then came the knock on his door.
It was late, the house quiet except for the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs. Y/n froze, his heart pounding as he stared at the door. Was it her? Had she really come back? Before he could decide what to do, the door creaked open, and there she was.
Vivi stood in the doorway, wearing a loose tank top that clung to her curves in all the right places and a pair of shorts so short they barely covered her thighs. Her hair was down, cascading over her shoulders like silk, and her lips curved into that same devilish smirk heâd come to associate with trouble.
âHey,â she said softly, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. âDid you miss me?â
Y/n swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. âUh⌠yeah. I mean, no. I meanââ He stopped himself, realizing how ridiculous he sounded. âWhat are you doing here, Vivi?â
She tilted her head, her smirk widening. âI told you Iâd be waiting. And now Iâm here.â She took a step closer, her hips swaying slightly as she moved. âUnless⌠you donât want me here?â
His breath hitched. Of course he wanted her there. He wanted her more than heâd ever wanted anything in his life. But his brain was screaming at him to think, to consider the consequences, to remember that this was Vivi, his best friend since childhood. The girl who had always been there for him, who knew him better than anyone else.
But then she was standing in front of him, close enough that he could smell her perfumeâsomething sweet and floral that made his head spin. Her eyes locked onto his, dark and full of promise.
âDo you trust me?â she whispered, her voice low and husky.
He nodded before he could stop himself. âAlways.â
Her smile softened, just for a moment, before she reached up and placed her hands on his chest. His heart raced beneath her touch, and he felt himself growing hard already, the reaction instantaneous.
Without another word, she began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers deft and deliberate. Each brush of her skin against his sent a shiver through him, the anticipation building with every passing second. When the last button came undone, she pushed the fabric off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
âYouâre nervous,â she observed, her voice teasing but gentle. âDonât be. This is me, Y/n. Itâs still just me.â
He swallowed again, his hands trembling at his sides. âI know. Itâs just⌠this isâŚâ
âDifferent?â she finished for him, her lips curving into that familiar smirk. âGood different, though. Right?â
He couldnât help but nod. Good different didnât even begin to cover it.
Her hands slid down his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, and he sucked in a sharp breath. When her fingers reached the waistband of his jeans, she paused, looking up at him through her lashes.
âCan I?â she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
All he could do was nod again, his mind going blank as she undid his belt and zipper with agonizing slowness. When she finally tugged his jeans down, letting them pool around his ankles, he felt exposed, vulnerable in a way he never had before.
But then she knelt before him, and all thoughts of vulnerability vanished.
Her hands slid up his thighs, sending sparks of electricity through his body, and when she wrapped her fingers around him, he groaned, the sound escaping before he could stop it. She smiled up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
âStill think about me?â she teased, her thumb brushing over the tip of him.
âAll the time,â he admitted, his voice shaking.
âGood.â Her grip tightened, and she began to stroke him slowly, each movement deliberate and calculated. He clenched his fists at his sides, trying to hold himself together, but it was impossible. The sensations were too much, too intense.
When she leaned forward and took him into her mouth, he nearly lost it.
Her lips were warm and soft, her tongue swirling around him in ways that made his knees buckle. He gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily, but she kept him steady, her hands gripping his thighs as she worked her magic.
âViviâŚâ he moaned, his voice thick with desire. âYouâre⌠youâre gonna kill me.â
She pulled back just long enough to smirk up at him. âNot yet,â she murmured before diving back in, her movements becoming faster, more urgent.
His breathing grew ragged, his body tensing as he fought to hold on, but it was no use. With a strangled cry, he came, his release crashing over him like a tidal wave. Vivi stayed with him, swallowing every drop until he was completely spent.
When she finally released him, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. âThat was just the beginning,â she said, standing up and pulling her tank top over her head in one fluid motion.
Y/nâs eyes widened as her breasts spilled free, perfect and perky and everything heâd ever dreamed of. She reached behind her back, unfastening her bra and letting it fall to the floor, leaving her completely bare from the waist up.
âYour turn,â she whispered, stepping closer and pressing herself against him.
His hands trembled as they settled on her hips, his thumbs brushing against the soft skin just above her waistband. She sighed, her head falling back as he leaned down to kiss her neck, his lips trailing along the delicate curve.
âAre you sure?â he asked between kisses, his voice rough with need.
She nodded, her hands tangling in his hair. âMore than sure.â
With that, she pushed him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips. Her shorts came next, discarded carelessly onto the floor, and then she was naked, her body glowing in the dim light of the room.
Y/nâs breath caught as he looked at her, taking in every inch of her perfect form. She was breathtaking, more beautiful than heâd ever imagined, and she was hisâat least for tonight.
âIâve waited so long for this,â she whispered, reaching down to guide him inside her.
The moment he entered her, their shared gasp filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and relief. Her walls clenched around him, hot and tight, and he groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she began to move.
Her pace was slow at first, deliberate, giving him time to adjust, but soon she picked up speed, her body rocking against his with increasing urgency. Her nails dug into his chest, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps as she rode him.
âLook at me,â she demanded, her voice shaky but firm.
He obeyed, his eyes meeting hers, and in that moment, everything else faded away. There was no past, no future, only thisâthe two of them, tangled together in a way that felt both new and familiar.
Her movements grew more erratic, her moans louder, until finally, with a cry of his name, she came, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her. He followed moments later, his own release crashing over him as he buried himself deep inside her.
For a long moment, they stayed like that, panting and trembling, their bodies still connected. Then, with a sigh, she collapsed onto his chest, her ear pressed against his racing heart.
âI meant what I said,â she murmured, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. âThis doesnât have to be a one-time thing.â
He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, she kissed him, her lips silencing his doubts and fears. And in that moment, he knewâhe was completely, utterly hers.
Viviâs lips lingered on his, the kiss deepening with an urgency that made Y/nâs head spin. Her hands slid down his chest, nails lightly scratching his skin as they moved lower, teasing him in a way that sent shivers through his body. His breath hitched, and he felt her smirk against his mouth before she pulled away just enough to whisper, âYouâre so easy to read, Y/n. I can see how much you want me.â
His face flushed, but there was no denying it. Every inch of him screamed for her, the memory of their previous encounter still fresh in his mind. He reached out, tangling his fingers in her dark hair, pulling her back into another searing kiss. This time, he took control, nipping at her bottom lip until she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly.
âYouâre mine,â she whispered between kisses, her voice low and possessive. The words sent a thrill through him, igniting something primal deep within. He didnât argueâcouldnât argue. Not when she was looking at him like that, her eyes dark with desire and something else he couldnât quite place.
Her hands slipped under the hem of his shirt, pushing it up and over his head before tossing it aside. She trailed her fingers down his chest, tracing the outline of his muscles before stopping just above the waistband of his boxers. âDo you know how long Iâve wanted this?â she murmured, her voice barely audible. âHow many nights Iâve thought about you⌠touched myself thinking about you?â
The admission made his heart race, his cock twitching in response. Before he could process her words, she was stripping off her own clothes, revealing the curves heâd fantasized about for years. Her breasts spilled free from her bra, and he couldnât help but groan at the sight, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch her.
She arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as his thumbs brushed over her peaked nipples. âY/nâŚâ she breathed, her hands sliding down to grip his wrists, guiding them lower. âTouch me everywhere.â
He obeyed without hesitation, exploring every inch of her that heâd only ever dreamed of. Her skin was impossibly soft, warm beneath his palms as he cupped her breasts, massaging them gently before moving lower. His fingers traced the curve of her hips, dipping into the sensitive dip of her waist, and finally settling between her thighs.
She let out a shaky breath when his fingers found her already slick folds, her hips bucking slightly as he began to stroke her. âFuckâŚâ she whimpered, her head falling back as pleasure coursed through her. âYou have no idea how good that feels.â
But he did. Or at least, he thought he did. The way she trembled under his touch, the way her breath came in short, erratic gaspsâit was intoxicating. And yet, it wasnât enough. Not for either of them.
Without warning, she pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his hips with a predatory grin. âMy turn,â she purred, her hands trailing down his chest until they reached his still-hard cock. She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him slowly at first, then faster, more urgently. He groaned, his hips lifting off the bed as he thrust into her hand, desperate for more.
But she had other plans. Leaning down, she captured his lips in another fierce kiss, her tongue tangling with his as she positioned herself above him. âI want you inside me,â she whispered against his mouth, her voice trembling with need. âAll of you.â
He didnât need to be told twice. Gripping her hips, he guided her down onto him, both of them letting out muffled cries as he slid into her wet heat. She rocked against him, her movements slow and deliberate, drawing out every sensation until he thought he might combust.
âGod, ViviâŚâ he choked out, his hands tightening on her hips as she began to move faster. Her inner walls clenched around him, milking him with every thrust, and he could feel himself losing control. But he held on, determined to make this last, to savor every second of being connected to her like this.
She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest as she rode him harder, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. âYou feel so good,â she moaned, her nails digging into his skin. âSo fucking goodâŚâ
Her words spurred him on, and he gripped her hips tighter, thrusting up into her with increasing force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their frantic moans and the creak of the bedsprings. It was raw, unbridled passion, the kind that left no room for thought or restraint.
When she came, it was with a cry of his name, her body shuddering as pleasure ripped through her. He followed moments later, his release crashing over him as he buried himself deep inside her, filling her completely.
For a long moment, they stayed like that, panting and trembling, their bodies still connected. Then, with a sigh, she collapsed onto his chest, her ear pressed against his racing heart.
âI love you,â he blurted out, the words slipping past his lips before he could stop them. For a moment, he panicked, fearing heâd ruined everything. But then she looked up at him, a soft smile playing on her lips.
âAbout time,â she teased, brushing a strand of hair from his face before leaning in to kiss him. It was gentle, tender, and full of promise.
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Sevika x Female Reader (Fluff)
Getting drunk and having your girlfriend take you home.
Contains: Intoxication, ass tapping. (literally nothing too sexual). Reader wears revealing clothes. (idk if thatâs like, an ick?
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Fourth drink down and you were beginning to feel tipsy. The loud music and the bright lights werenât helping, and donât get yourself started on the nagging laughter coming from the men sat beside you on the stools.
With a grimace, you turn to face the crowd of people; who were dancing to the upbeat music. They looked like they were having fun, unlike you. It had been half an hour since you unattached yourself from your girlfriend, who was now playing poker with a bunch of men, and went to grab a drink. As a lightweight, it never took much effort to get yourself drunk, so with only a few shots of tequila you were just that.
With your uncomfortably tight clothes, you stepped off the stool and made your way back to your muscular girlfriend. Sevika, who saw you coming, wrapped her mech hand around your hips the second you sat down. âFinally came back?â She smirked out, pulling the cigarillo from inbetween her dark lips. âYouâre acting like I was gone for an hour..â hands on the edge of the table, fingers playing with the roughened wood, you lean your heavy head against her shoulder.
âIn thirty minutes yâmanaged to get yourself drunk. Funny.â The woman scoffed, though there was no hint of bitterness in her tone. Instead, her words were full of fondness. You guessed she could smell the alcohol from you, mustâve been strong.
See, the main reason youâd stepped away from her was because she was being completely unreasonableâ as you called itâ your girlfriend had been complaining about your revealing outfit the second the two of you had entered The Last Drop. Sheâd even offered to lend you her, most prized, cape. Donât get her wrong, she let you wear what you wanted, just not when you were trembling in the cold.
âNot funny.â With a roll of your eyes, you shift onto your girlfriendâs lap. It was definitely more comfortable, much more warmer too. Your mind was still trying to process a lot of things, so all you needed was a good place to relax. âIn the middle of a game, love.â Sevikaâs cool, metallic finger ran up and down your back, soothing your heated, tingling skin. âSo?ââ âSo, youâre movinâ too much.â The woman gave your waist a squeeze and held you in place. âHow much longer? Iâve been watching you play for like.. uhm, a good while now?â Your words slurred as you managed to speak. Your girlfriend took the hint and shook her head in slight disapproval. âMaybe yâshouldnât of drank so much?â You, having a huge headache and clearly not in the mood, gave her a squeeze on her cheek. âOh, yeah, poke your girlfriendâs cheek until sheâs givinâ in.â This tactic had worked before, and you were confident in your attempt.
And, of course, you succeeded. Turns out, nagging in your girlfriendâs ear about the randomness things all the while squeezing her cheeks was the only way to pull her out of a game.
Sevika was forced to give up with a deep sigh before throwing her cards onto the table and walking you to your shared apartment; which wasnât far. Arriving and locking the door behind the her, Sevika let out an exaggerated sigh. âYâhappy now?â Yeah, you were. âMy head was hurting, not my fault.â Your migraine had lessened in time, thanks to the fresh air youâd gotten and the warmth from your girlfriend. âHope youâre ready to be hung-over, baby.â âYeah, I am. Iâll be fine with some medicine.â You follow Sevika into the bedroom before collapsing onto the bed, she followed suit and pulled you into her arms.
âYâexpect me to help your stubborn ass?â She gruffed in half-seriousness as she nuzzled into your neck. âThink we need to change you, I donât understand why you didnât wear something more.. functional..â of course Sevika disapproved of your outfit, she was the only one allowed to enjoy them; so to wear them outside the house would only rile her up. âThis is functional, itâs pretty too!â A miniskirt with a laced top sure would get you a âlot of attentionâ, which you, sometimes, didnât mind. âPretty, sure. But, functional? Donât think so, sweet thing.â Although it was hard to make quick movements in the fear of flashing someone, the outfit you wore was one of Sevikaâs favourites, so you didnât understand why she was complaining so much. âWill you just change me?â
It took Sevika a good while to figure out how to take off your complicated skirt. When she did, she gave your ass a pat before slipping you into some cozy pajamas. âWill you quit doinâ that?â You let your girlfriend carry you back into bed and she pulled you tightly against her muscular chest. âYâlike it, donât lie.â The warmth of her breath mixed in with her sweet and metallic scent had you more relaxed than ever. Your mind had stopped spinning, your body just melted into her, and her touch had you more than content. You couldnât feign the annoyance anymore.
âMaybe I do..â
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1/ I use the labels therian and otherkin :D
2/ My kintype/theriotype is a dream creature that looks kinda cat like (at least the face) and it has 4 pairs of wings (so 8 wings in total), 4 paws, 5 horns made of light, long body, neck and tail. The tail has feather like fur at the tip of it and the creature has curly fur on the head kinda like hair. The colours can be anything except the horns always stay a golden bright light and the eyes are either pitch black or white (if theyâre white they glow).
3/ I do have shifts and my most common ones are phantom wings. I donât think Iâve had a cameo shift.
4/ I just simply feel nonhuman. I have some behaviours that are more animalistic like making random squeaks and chirps. I have other things as well but idk how to explain.
5/ The community is a lot less toxic than in 2018 (I was in therian packs and community on instagram) but I guess that comes with a cost since it has way more misinformation now. I am happy about all the people I have met in the community :D
6/ I have dyed my hair to an unnatural colour, certain necklaces, one a whole outfit, masks, barefoot shoes that I call my paws, quadrobics and all the art I have of my kintype.
7/ I do think I have some species dysphoria but it does mix with my gender dysphoria so it is a bit hard to tell. I do have some stuff like missing my wings, my fangs not being slightly sharp enough and my body feeling wrong. Before I cut my hair short and dyed it I almost tried to rip it out.
8/ Take your time. No need to rush. I took like 6 years to figure myself out and there could be more I donât know of yet.
9/ As I already said in number six I have stuff like necklaces, masks, a whole outfit, barefoot shoes and art. I do also have a bunch of things with feathers on them that makes me feel more connected to my kintype.
10/ Oh boy do I. Get ready for a long explanation. My kintype is a god like being created by Obsidian or came to be with Obsidian (Iâm not entirely sure yet). Obsidian is a higher being (higher beings are above gods so more powerful than them). Obsidian is time, space and antimatter. Obsidians other names are Watcher and Eyes of the universe/multiverse. So Obsidian watches worlds and universes to make sure they donât try to break the way everything works (you can kinda think of TVA from Marvel). To help Obsidian watch over worlds there are gods. My kintype is one of these gods. It is the god of dreams so it doesnât really have a physical form in our reality/world so that is why it has mortal vessels. I believe I am one of them. I believe I know of other two vessels. One of them is a Middle Eastern guy aged 20-30 in death and another one is a light coloured wolf with green eyes. You can ask more if you want :D
11/ I donât have anyone since only person I know is @pixistix-xp also yes I do like that you tag me in these things so I can be more active and stuff :D
If you are a alterhuman, reblog and answer these questions!
(don't be afraid to write a lot, do what you want ÂŻâ \â _â (â ăâ )â _â /â ÂŻ)
1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?
2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)
3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?
4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?
5/ What do you think of the community?
6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?
7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?
8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?
9/ Do you have/want to have gears?
10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)
11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ă
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Jinx x jinxer!reader. First meeting
You donât really know how you ended up like this.
Truth to be told... you never really believed in your âleaderâ, if Jinx could even be called that. You didn't even fully dye your hair blue like the others. Just a small strand. In your eyes, Jinx did nothing but blow up the Council and redirect the Grey to Piltover. But even then⌠it was enough for you to make you join âJinxersâ.
You knew her actions will cause problems to Zaun. But you were so fucking done. You were too tired of being a rug under pilties boots. And maybe that was what Zaun needed to finally reach point of no return and fight back. And you wanted things to change.
So one day your hopeless gray life turned blue.
And now you were here, using your artistic abilities to portray Jinx as a kind of savior and leader of the revolution, as you were asked to do. Only instead of flag and shit you drew her with bombs and explosions. It was more like the image of Jinx you had.
âMy eyes and nose are not like that.â Someoneâs raspy voice reaches your ears.
You turn to face the intruder and see a girl sitting on the beam above few meters away. Somehow you just knew it was Jinx. You felt it in your gut, even though it was the first time you had encountered her.
You couldn't see her face completely hidden by the shadows, but you could see the color of her eyes. Pink, like shimmer.
âItâs the closest description Iâve got.â You say, too calm for a person whoâve met a Loose Cannon. And before you can stop yourself you add: âMaybe you could pose me so I could do it right?â
After that, there was silence between the two of you. Jinx didn't seem to expect such a reaction from you. You were surprised by your carelessness as well. She was dangerous and insane after all.
âWhy not?â she says after a couple of seconds, probably agreeing out of boredom, and jumps off, landing smoothly like a cat.
As she comes over, you finally see her face. It does differ a little from what you were drawing. You also notice how short she is. She wasn't as intimidating as some people described. Although, perhaps, it was such thoughts that led many to their deaths.
You start correcting your painting, glancing at her from time to time, trying to convey her features as accurately as possible. You could lose yourself in art, even standing next to the most wanted criminal. Maybe you were crazy too?
âI'm not a hero you make me out to be, ya know?â Jinx suddenly comments after some time, looking at portrait of herself. Judging by the way she was tapping her feet, it took a lot of effort for her to stand still.
âI am aware.â You respond distantly too focused on your task, barely paying attention to anything around you. You almost finished.
âThen why?â She asks tilting her head and observing you like a hawk.
You take a step back, glancing at the wall to check everything one last time. âWhy not?â you repeat her own words from earlier.
Jinx huffs, hiding that she's confused by your answer again. You're not like the other Jinxers she's met before. You treated her almost indifferently, like an ordinary stranger. Not like symbol of Zaun, not like Loose Cannon, but just⌠Jinx.
âSo whatcha gonna do for me for posing to ya?â she casually changes the subject.
âYou didn't mention that I have to pay you.â You frown at her, inwardly cursing yourself for being so carefree for not asking earlier.
âDonât sweat it, toots, I donât need money.â She waves her hand dismissively and you are not sure if paying with something else is any better.
âThen what?â
âHmm⌠let's seeâŚâ Jinx walks around you, wondering what to ask you. âYou drew me⌠so it would be fair if I drew on you back, don't you think?â
âDraw me, you mean?â
âI didnât stutter, toots.â She scoffs pulling crayon out of her pocket.
âDonât move.â Jinx orders and grabs your wrist. Without asking your permission, she starts drawing something right on your arm.
You didnât protest â out of your safety and curiosity. Her grip was firm but surprisingly gentle. You couldn't help but look at her tattoos until your gaze landed on her face. This close, you could see her freckles. The word âcute" flashed through your mind as you stared at her in fascination.
âHere!â She suddenly announces with a beaming smile, pulling you out of your little bubble. You look down at your arm and see little pink clouds painted from wrist to elbow.
âDon't wash it off until I meet you again.â Jinx says and walks away, disappearing into the shadows without explaining anything, leaving you wondering when you'll be able to meet her once more. But to some extent⌠you want it to happen.
And until then, you would try to keep the clouds on your body.
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Seo Changbin can't multitask
Summary: It's surely magical how at one glance just a regular day in your life can become one of the most memorable and special days in your life given you're sharing it with a special person. It's especially interesting when everything starts by you asking your boyfriend to do a TikTok challenge to test his multitasking skills. Warnings: Reader is gender neutral. Consumption of alcohol. A few kiss scenes. Changbin being a sweetheart. It's mostly just fluff, but if I missed anything please tell me. Reader being whipped(who wouldn't honestly!). Reader realizing they are in love. Reader being worried for a minute about confessing. Just pure fluff. A/N- this is inspired by this lovely request I have received. Sorry it took me this long to write this, I couldn't really make up my mind on how to write this so I rewrote this couple of times. I really hope you will like it. I really loved writing this so I hope you will enjoy reading this. Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated, I would love to hear your thoughts^^ Word count: 3k
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If you're curious this is the TikTok challenge I am refering to.
Growing up you imagined that falling in love would be something really magical, something really majestic and fairytale like. Maybe something out of Disney movie! Especially saying your first I love yous! You always thought you would exchange them with your partner in the most romantic situation ever. Not in a million years would you think that you would realize that you were in love on a random Tuesday doing a random challenge you saw on TikTok with your boyfriend.
It was a most casual day, nothing special had actually happened. The most exciting thing was that Changbin was supposed to come over later in the evening. Naturally you were more than excited to see him, due to your busy schedules you didnât get to see each other that much. So it was safe to say you missed him quite a lot.
You were also really excited to try this new challenge with him. It was no news that Changbin couldnât multitask. So when you saw a challenge where basically men had to cut out different shapes on colorful papers while telling a story you just knew you just had to try it on your boyfriend.
âBaby Iâm here!â Hearing Changbinâs booming voice immediately put a smile on your face. How was is possible that even being in his presence immediately put a smile on your face.
âIâm in the kitchen baby!â - You yelled out as you continued stirring the pasta sauce. Changbin had said earlier that he was craving some. So you went out to make some, you even bought some white wine to go with it.
âIt smells so good baby.â Changbin mused as he hugged you from the back.
âIt will be ready in two minutes baby, can you help me serve the table before that? And open up the wine please? Itâs on the counter.â You asked, but not before kissing him on his cheek.
âOf course baby!â Changbin squeezed you one last time before getting to work. He was so cute waddling around carefully not to disturb you as you finished up the pasta. It was something else watching him do something simple yet domestic. You couldnât explain it but it really warmed up your heart. Also it kind of amazed you how he just knew where everything was, even the wine opener. You didnât even remember most of the time where you put it. You might wonder what the big deal was but it just showed how close you were. Thinking about it you also knew his house like the back of your hand. You knew where he put everything and all. You hadnât been dating that long so it was an interesting observation of how well you two actually knew each other.
âIâm all done baby! He cheered as you finally finished carefully putting pasta on the plate. You were sure he would like it, it smelled just amazing. Youwere glad you really put your heart into it.
Walking to the table with two plates you couldnât help but smile at the careful but the still a bit messy way he had set the table.
Changbin had already poured the wine too and everything, he even had bought some cake and sweets with him and set them up too. It was another endearing thing about him how he never came at your house without bringing you something.
âBaby!â You couldnât help but jump a little when he cheered quite loudly. He immediately got up from his chair and walked over to you talking your hands in his. What baffled you the most is when he got on his knee all dramatically.
âWhat are you doing Bin?â You asked as you tried to control your giggling at his silly antics.
âWhat Iâm doing? I will tell you what Iâm doing! I am going to kiss the magical hands of my baby for making something this delicious!â And to make his point more apparent he leaned in and covered your hands in kisses, not missing a single knuckle.
You couldnât help but burst out laughing, he was so sweet and silly. âYouâre so cute Binnie.â Leaning in you connected your lips in a short but loving kiss. âIâm taking you like my cooking.â
Changbin smiled and pecked you softly. âIâm saying that Iâm regretting not buying a ring for you. So what if we have been only dating for two months.â
Smiling you shook your head. âMy cooking can not be that good!â
âFirst of all how dare you itâs top tier, second of all even if it wasnât, the fact that you got out of your way to do something for me speaks volumes about how kind and loving you are. As Iâm saying marriage material.â God you loved this man.
Oh.
Oh.
You were in love.
You loved Seo Changbin.
As if happy you finally realized it your heart felt like it doubled in size, it just bloomed in joy. You felt like you could yell it on top of your lungs, to let everyone know!
You gazed into his loving eyes, full of light and joy, sparkling oh so beautifully.
Suddenly you were rendered speechless. Your pulse quickened, your breath fastened, hands felt more clammy. You just couldnât muster up anything to say. It just baffled you how nervous you got in a second. It was Changbin! The person you you felt most comfortable and safe with. Why couldnât you say you loved him? You two had been dating for two months and he told you that he would marry you, why couldnât you say something way more simple? Why did you feel so nervous now? Why couldnât you tell him that you love him? This felt like such a right time too. Maybe you should think over your emotions first. Not that you needed any thinking about it. As soon as you realized everything just clicked together, like it was the most natural thing to be in love with him.
Taking a deep breath you forced yourself to say something. âAll in itâs time okay baby?â Leaning in you gently held his face and kissed him, more passionately and now. If you couldnât voice just yet how you felt you would try to show your feelings through the kiss.
Changbin gladly reciprocated, standing up slowly he also held onto your cheeks to bring you closer and deepen the kiss.
Everything seemed to disappear. It was only you and Changbin. Nothing else, not that it mattered anyway when you two had each other.
You only remembered about the forgotten dinner when you leaned back for some air.
âBaby the food will get cold.â You giggled at the annoyed huff from Changbin when you dodged his kiss.
âI want to kiss you though.â He tried to kiss you again but you skillfully avoided his lips and made him kiss your cheek instead.
âDinner first! I promise I will kiss you as many times as you want later.â- You suggested smiling.
Changbin thought for a second, his eyes not leaving yours. Then quickly held your face so he could quickly peck your lips. âDeal!â-He muttered against your lips before giving you another quick peck. You couldnât help but mirror his grin. He was such a dork.
The dinner was mostly quiet, with you occasionally talking about how your days went. It was comforting and somewhat healing to just eat dinner together and sip some wine while talking about mundane stuff of everyday life. You could get used to it and definitely wouldn't mind if this was an everyday occurrence. His earlier marriage rant really had shifted something inside you.
After eating you quickly tidied up with Changbin insisting that he do the dishes because that was âthe least he could doâ as he said.
So here you were now, sitting on your couch sipping your wine, enjoying each otherâs presence, with some soft music playing in the background. You were debating if you should try the challenge with him, you were enjoying yourself and you didn't really feel like moving even a centimeter.
In the end you couldnât resist the temptation. And decided to ask. âBinnie, I saw this challenge earlier on TikTok, will you try it with me?â
Changbin raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued. âWhatâs the challenge?â
âNothing special, I just thought we could try it. Iâm not going to post it or anything, but I think it will be a cute thing to do. You know we can look at it later, maybe years later and just reminisce you know?â You tried to not show too much excitement but you might have failed at that a little bit. Also it flustered you how you slipped up and said how you could at the video years later. You really saw future with him, but was this a good time to say this? Two months wasnât that long to have those types of conversations? Or was it? You and Changbin were in for the long run, you surely knew that but still, it did make you feel a bit nervous.
Maybe Changbin noticed the little bit of hesitation in the end of your suggestion, or maybe he just felt like it, but he leaned in and gently kissed your lips which momentarily made you forget how to breathe. âOf course baby, what do you want me to do?â His voice was gentle, so loving.
God you loved this man.
âOne second!â Somehow, with your legs feeling like jelly and your heart fluttering uncontrollably in your ribcage, you managed to get up to get the supplies for the challenge.
Changbin looked at you for a second then at the camera, a playful smirk appearing on his face. Suddenly with the most dramatic gasp ever he clutched his heart. âNot my baby, my darling targeting my biggest weakness! How could you do this to me baby! When you think you know someone!â Suddenly he straightened up and gave you a playful glare. âFor this betrayal you shall pay double the price! I demand as many kisses as I deem necessary and cuddles on top of that!â
You set up your phone and started to record, you would edit the video later if it got too long.
You handed him some papers on which you drew some flowers and hearts earlier and some scissors. âBasically, itâs a challenge to test your multitasking skills, I will also do it. You see how there are different shapes drawn on the papers? You just have to cut them out while telling a story without interruptions, like how we met for instance! Sound good?â
For the nth time that day you found yourself giggling at your boyfriendâs silly antics. Leaning in you kissed the top of his nose. âThatâs a given baby, I will give you as many kisses as you want and maybe even more!â
Changbin grinned triumphally, his chest puffing out in pride.
âOkay letâs do it! I will make sure to win this challenge! Also you canât back down I have the evidence of your promise on camera right there. So brace your pretty lips.â It was cute how fired up he got.
He looked at the papers his face suddenly more serious. In the end he chose glittery pink paper with a heart drawn on it.
âHow we met huh? Okay!â He took the scissors and brought it to the paper. âI was with Hyunjin at the new cafĂŠ he wanted to go to. He found it on Instagram or something and he liked how artsy it was, so asked me to go with him, so I agreed.â Not to lie you were impressed on how well he started. He was talking confidently as he carefully started to cut out the shape. âIt was a sunny day too. ThenâŚâ You not breaking the eye contact you still noticed how his hands faltered. He must have not noticed, he was gently smiling at the fond memory. âWe got americanos because we had a lot of work to doâŚâ He must have noticed he had stopped so he quickly picked up the pace. âAnd thenâŚâ He faltered again. Resumed to cut and faltered again. âWow this is hardâŚâ He sighed, looking a bit annoyed at the paper, which wasnât even halfway cut yet. âAnd then you bumped into me, because you werenât really looking forward and was distracted by something. My drink spilled over me andâŚâ Another falter followed with an annoyed huff. âYou were so sorry, you kept apologizingâ A few scissor movements without saying anything. âYou looked so cute; I couldnât even take my eyes for you.â His stands stopped moving at all. âYou were so embarrassed you almost looked like you were about to cry, but you looked to beautiful I canât even describe it with words, you were apologizing and muttering about how you had the most horrible day ever. You were wearing all whites which made you look more angelic than ever. I couldnât even say anything. It was the first time I understood the meaning of being rendered speechless by the sheer beauty of someone and I'm friends with Hyunjin! You were just so captivating. There was something so enchanting about you! And then you offered to buy me coffee and to pay for my dry-cleaning. That was when I noticed that my shirt was dirty. Honestly I didnât give a damn about it I had clothes to change into at the studio but I agreed, because it meant that I would see you again. I quickly gave you my number and left with Hyunjin saying that I was busy and all. Honestly, I left so quickly because I was afraid you would change your mind. Usually Iâm confident and everything but you just made me feel so nervous! âChangbin smiled softly, his eyes gentle and loving, looking at you with all the love in the world. You were speechless. Maybe even seconds away from crying, because hearing him talk about meeting you, sharing his thoughtsâŚYou couldnât even begin to describe how it made you feel. You felt so loved and cherished and appreciated. Listening to this, you felt like a hero of a most touching romance book or a movie who gave a damn.
Smiling Changbin continued. âAnd that evening when you texted me I was so overjoyed! You asked me when was I free and IâŚâ You didnât let him finish, not giving a damn about anything, you wrapped your hands around him and kissed him.
You could feel Changbinâs hands fumble for a second. He clearly wasnât expecting you to kiss him like that. He felt stiff for a second but he quickly regained his senses and leaned into the kiss. You heard a small thud, he must have thrown away scissors and papers somewhere away, because in a second his arms, free of anything, held you oh so tightly, as if he was afraid of letting you go.
âI love you!â you muttered against his lips, as you leaned in to kiss him some more.
Suddenly Changbin leaned back. Bewilderment written all over his face. Honestly he was a sight to behold. With his hair all messy from your wondering hands, cheeks all flushed. His glasses he decided to wear today sitting a bit crooked on his nose. His lips looking swollen and being most prettiest shade of pink from your kissing. God you loved him.
âWhat did you say?â His voice trembled, his wide eyes looking at yours, searching for answers.
You returned the confused stare. What was he getting at? Did you say something?
âYou love me?â Changbin looked like he couldnât believe his own words.
As the realization of your slipup hit you felt your face flush with embarrassment. Suddenly all you wanted to do was to crawl somewhere and hide.
âBabyâŚâ Changbin held your face gently and made you look at him. âDo you love me?â
Unable to hide it anymore you nodded your head before answering. âI do. I love you.â
Changbin looked at you, his face portraying all sorts of emotions, you couldnât really descipher. âIâm sorry. I know we havenât been dating for that long. But I love you. A lot. I really love youâŚâ
You didnât even have time to even blink before his lips were on yours. He held you so tight as his lips devoured yours. This kiss was nowhere near countless small loving kisses you had shared before this. This was just something else. Something so raw, so passionate, so full of love and longing. It was whole another experience. You had never been kissed like this before. It made you feel so alive. Like there was this fire inside of you, making you feel ignited. You felt like you were on top of the world, like anything was possible and reachable. You felt truly alive.
Alive and falling.
And you did fall.
Changbin had deemed it necessary to just fall with you on top of him on the sofa.
Your sofa creaked in distaste for the sudden weight but both of you chose to ignore it. Choosing to kiss each other instead. Truth be told, you wouldnât even give a damn if it broke into a million pieces right now.
âI love you!â Changbin whispered against your lips. âI love you.â Another peck. âI love you so much!â He grinned against your lips. âGod Iâm so happy I could die.â Another short but loving kiss followed by countless another, not limiting to your lips. He kissed you everywhere he could reach you.
âPlease say it again.â He asked you after making sure to cover every visible part of your skin in kisses.
âI love you Binnie.â Smiling you caressed his cheek, loving how he leaned into your touch. His eyes looking at you with so much love, shining oh so beautifully they could rival any star in the universe.
Your heart had never felt fuller.
It was surely a miracle how seemingly most uneventful and regular day at first became most memorable and special day for you. And you hoped it would be followed with many more days like this with Changbin making them more memorable and special with you.
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Selkie Fabian with selkie Hallariel au you see the vision
Bill accidentally stole Hallariels pelt while he was pillaging in Fallinel and Hallariel fucking hunted him down
Bill fell in love the second she took his eye out but Hallariel only married him because he promised her a life of freedom and adventure on the sea something sheâd never had before and she fell in love with him along the way
Telemaine was extremely protective of his daughter because he knew that like a half elf half selkie wouldnât be very well received in Fallinel so she always hid her selkie-ness up until she left and stopped giving a shit about what Kei Lumennura thought
Part of why she left was because Telemaine refused to let her near the sea (he insisted that her mother learned to live without the sea to keep herself safe so she could too) but he finally caved after Bill stole her pelt because âIâm in danger either way at least Iâm not miserable at seaâ
She planned on only marrying Bill for a few years before going back home until she actually fell in love and then got pregnant
Fabian was allowed a lot more freedom than Hallariel had growing up but he was still told a bunch of horror stories about selkies getting their pelts stolen so he is very protective of his pelt
Like so protective that the Bad Kids didnât even find out until like halfway through sophomore year (he only told them because Riz jokingly tried it on when they were all hanging out and Fabian snatched it away in a panic)
The main reason they have as big of a pool as they do is because Hallariel insisted on having someplace her and Fabian could shift
Fabian still misses the ocean terribly and travels down there on weekends he can get away
When Kalvaxus set their houses on fire he had to stop himself from running to check his room and find his pelt because his parents were in danger
When he got home after prom Cathilda immediately handed his pelt to him because she knew heâd be panicking about it
Cathilda knows about Fabian being a selkie (of course she does she practically raised him) but he didnât realize she knew until he was about 12 (he thought he was being sneaky) so it became sort of a game for her to see how much she could tease him about it before he realized she knew
She insists on washing his pelt because he insists on storing it with the rest of his clothes and she doesnât want it to get dirty (she always framed it as something similar to giving his selkie form a shower) but she has a rigorous washing process that she insists on doing every time despite it taking like an hour each time
The first week after she gets sober Hallariel takes Fabian down to the beach and gets in the ocean for the first time since she had him
Before Fabian she always insisted she would not become some trophy piece lying around Bill Seacasters house like most of the selkies sheâd heard about who married pirates (and the she had Fabian and thenâŚyeah)
Fabian and Mazey have a tendency to borrow each others clothes and itâs all great fun until Mazey takes his pelt without realizing thinking itâs just a regular coat (he is scared to death of telling anyone heâs romantically involved with that heâs a selkie cause, yâknow, horror stories) and he has a genuine panic attack when he canât find it
About an hour after this happens Riz (who Fabian had asked to find the pelt) shows up at Mazeyâs doorstep demanding the pelt back and Mazey is just so confused
Fabian finally tells her like a week later and she feels just so bad
Hallariel doesnât fully trust the Bad Kids until she learns they know Fabian is a selkie
Gorgug starts joining Fabian on his late night oceanside trips after they all find out (he says itâs because itâs not safe for Fabian to be out there alone but itâs really because he just wants to hang out with his friend)
So so many beach trips with the party over summer after junior year (wouldâve been sophomore but yknow night yor-*I am shot in the head by Riz Gukgak killing me instantly*)
Kristen challenges Fabian to an underwater breath holding contest and like just to freak them out he just kinda stays under for like 5 minutes
He can stay underwater for a while when he has his pelt but when he got possessed on Leviathan sophomore year he had to leave it behind and when he doesnât have it heâs kinda shit at holding his breath naturally (he never trained it because he assumed he wouldnât have to deal with being in the water without his pelt a lot but he started training it after that)
He has control over how much he shifts when heâs in the water with his pelt so unless itâs been like a while and heâs craving the ocean heâll usually go for just like patches of seal fur along his body and occasionally heâll let his feet turn partially tail-like if he feels like swimming a lot
The Bad Kids think his patchy form is just so adorable (he would be fully human around them since heâs still not fully comfortable with it but the halfway form is kind of the lowest heâs able to dial it when he has his pelt in the water)
Jawbone finds out partway through junior year (Adaine makes an off handed remark about Fabianâs pelt and he was just very confused) and once he finds out he immediately starts researching the shit out of selkies
He finds out that thereâs a support group at Aguefort for selkie students and he gives Fabian the information
Fabian very reluctantly goes and actually enjoys it a lot (itâs less like a support group like it says and just kinda like a place for selkie students to hang out and bond with other selkies) so he keeps going weekly
They were all very skeptical of him when he first showed up (I mean the most popular kid in school who is also the son of a world renowned pirate showing up to a selkie hangout when nobody knows heâs a selkie feels like a red flag) but he brought his pelt with him just in case to make sure they knew he wasnât an enemy
At first he has a bunch of people giving him pity because they assume Bill basically abducted his mom but he shuts that shit down quick (âif my papa tried to abduct my mama she wouldâve taken out his other eye and slit his throatâ)
They are all so jealous of the fact that he actually lived on the sea for most of his life (they have a monthly trip to the beach because most of them arenât able to go out that much and a good majority of the people in Elmville have lived there all their lives or most of their lives)
Ok yeah thatâs it for now I just got selkie Fabian in my head and couldnât get it out
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Better as team - Pre Squid game!Choi Su-Bong/Thanos x reader
Summary: In Thanos fashion of being different, he managed to pull one of the biggest rappers in America and UK, despite his very odd and unhinged behavior, upcoming singer/rapper Y/n has no issue sharing the spotlight with her boyfriend
Warnings: None really other than Thanos's drug use, just some funny sweet pre games! Thanos! <3
A/n: So I had to take a different approach because Thanos doesn't really have any songs by the character, so I took a route with some of T.O.P's music, making Nam-Gyu this universe's G-dragon for some songs, so let me know what you think <3
Long distance was hard, especially whenever your fiancĂŠe lived in Korea currently, even if you moved everything of yours in his house, you were still forced to be in America or part of the United kingdom most of the time touring, recording, or filming. You never knew how to fix it until Su-Bong decided to step into the rap game himself, you were happy to support him, even collaborating with him on a lot of your songs, even if it was just back-up vocals.
Your fans were quick to fall in love with Thanos in the same way you did, but they didn't see the sweet vulnerable of him, only a few thousand of your friends saw the true Thanos, and that was at his first show with you.
As the giant props slid open revealing you and Thanos you were immediately shocked by how loud the screaming truly was, You jumped off the platform, starting to sing along with the track that played in your ear piece, as you heard Thanos rap his verse, you noticed he was still on the platform, holding onto the railing tightly. The entire show Thanos was glued to you on stage, either holding your hand, or just being near you. The more you preformed though, the more Su-bong found his groove on stage, allowing you both to have a lot more freedom and fun on stage as you sung with him.
You had just released your first single for the year, it wasn't your best work, but your fans seemed to like it a lot, including your fiancĂŠe. So as you preformed it on stage, following your choreography that you practiced hours beforehand, You shoved your finger to Thanos's chest as you rapped your verse, once you ended it and the instrumental played for a moment you walked away, pointing towards the camera blowing it a kiss before Thanos quickly picking you up running down to the end of the stage smiling "No! Thanos!" You shouted holding onto him "Take care of my girl!" He shouted before gently handing you over to crowd surf, you squealed, nervous about falling and being swarmed, Thanos watched closely as he starting rapping his verse, following you along on the stage "Alright give me her back! You're gonna hurt her!" Thanos jokingly shouted reaching out into the crowd, you thanked everybody as they helped you over the barrier, back on stage.
Once Thanos started making his own singles, it made everything a new type of fun. He had multiple, Doom Dada, Turn it up, Knock out, and Zutter, some that you'd occasionally have verses in, others were solely Thanos, others he had his friend sing with him, and you couldn't be more proud of him. As you stood on the platform you smiled at your fiancĂŠe watching him rap, with his friend, hearing the familiar lyrics to Zutter you swayed your hips to Su-Bong's, as much as he annoyed you, he was always hot on stage, his bad boy act he did was always adorable. As he continued moving his hand along with his words he made his way to you, bringing you over with him to the center of the stage, basically using you as his back up dancer, you laughed at him glancing at his friend who just laughing sticking his tongue out to motion he had taken his stupid cross necklace with him to the concert. As you held his hand you mimicked the dancer who was a few feet in front of you with Nam-Gyu, bending at the waist and swaying your hips, Thanos just smirked, it making him even cockier if ever possible. As you spun around to get in line with the others to blend out of the dance, Thanos just pulled you close to him as he squatted down to rap to some of the girls up front against the barricades. You wanted to strangle him, but instead just continued until the song ended, Nam-Gyu going backstage while his next single came on, you walked around, purposely trying to match the moves your chorographers showed you to 'compliment' each other during verses and songs.
As you finished your show, you felt as if you were going to pass out, saving your most upbeat songs for the very end was a mistake, You laid on the stage floor, the curtain had been closed for awhile, the fans all funneled out not long ago, but the floor was so cool against your face "Sunflower, What're you doing on the floor?" Thanos asked approaching you with your coat "I'm so hot, and so tired" You groaned, not wanting to move yet, Thanos just sighed pulling you to your feet raising his eyebrows as your head fell back in exhaustion "I wanna go home" You groaned smacking his side playfully, he just laughed wrapping your coat around your shoulders along with his arm, leading you out to the tour bus "Come on, we can sleep in here, until we get to the hotel" He offered shutting and locking the door after you walked in, you nodded, crawling into the bed placed in the back of the tour bus, Su-bong not far behind.
Your California shows were even more exhilarating, because of your and your boyfriend's hometowns, your guy's music reached to all different areas of the world, making you both known internationally. As you stood on the stage you stood in shock at how huge the arena was "I think this might be our biggest show, Baby" You stated noticing your purple haired boyfriend making his way to the stage floor "Holy shit!" He shouted, spinning around, his little rapper heart exploding at just the size of the place, not to mention that you were sold out, so they were all there for you and him. You smiled walking over to him giggling "We still have mic check" You reminded, he just turned pulling you closer to his body "This is fucking amazing" He whispered pressing his lips to yours, you happily kissed back, never noticing your other band mate walking out "Holy shit, guys!" Nam-Gyu shouted before noticing the both of you "Guys! We have mic check! Not mouth check!" He groaned, going to grab all the microphones from the stage manager.
The show is crazy for you at least, everybody was screaming and singing along, the vibes between the three of you on stage was perfect, everything was going right and you could tell it made the three of you even more pumped. As you jumped around singing along with Thanos to your shared song 'high high', you weren't very open about your sex life, but you had a character to play on stage, using your bisexuality show mainly in your songs. As you got to the chorus you had to hold back a laugh watching Nam-Gyu jump onto Thanos's back as he sang with his friend, Smirking making your way to the edge of the stage, offering your hands to your fans as the boys continued singing. As the show continued you stopped for a moment to breathe "You guys wanna hear my favorite song?" You asked teasingly into your microphone, the crowd screamed loudly in response, Your fiancĂŠe's eyes snapping over to yours "Only if Y/n does the chorography right" He replied, his voice deep as he looked up to you through his lashes, you rolled your eyes going to your marker as Knock out started to blare through the speakers. You moved with both boys as they sung, you microphone sitting with your stage manager so you wouldn't risk dropping it. You giggled a bit as you shifted to the left and right quickly with the beat of the music, watching Nam-Gyu make his way to the end of the stage with his verse, as Thanos started up he kept eye contact with you, going along with the track in his ear. You weren't sure what to do for a moment, seeing him going off the dance you rehearsed was confusing, but you quickly got back into it as Nam-gyu made his way back over, following his rehearsed part at least. You kept eye contact as you swayed your hips to your fiancĂŠe's verse, Nam-Gyu holding your hand in the air as his hand ghosted over your hips, that was one thing you loved about your fellow bandmate, no matter how much he tried to get with you whenever you first met, he was always respectful of you and your relationship while preforming.
You moved away as the boys moved closer together to sing the end chorus together, as the music cut out, it was replaced by screams, you spun around excitedly before walking between the two smiling before looking at Thanos "You like, baby?" He asked into his mic before the lights cut out and the platform on the stage started to close so you were hidden by the props again. "That was amazing!!" You squealed loudly, Thanos just shook his head laughing before bringing his microphone up "You're still on" He whispered, you gasped, your cheeks heating up in a bright red blush, flipping the switches off and handing it to your manager you hugged both boys tightly "I swear that was our best show yet!" Nam-Gyu shouted excitedly, you nodded in agreement as Thanos kept his arms around you "How about, we go..out and party? As celebration?" He offered, you glanced at Nam-Gyu before you both agreed, making your way to the dressing rooms to change.
After your last show in California, you felt like the three of you just bounced off of each other perfectly, your management even making a statement by getting you a shared house to stay in during breaks from tour. Rushing down the stairs to said home you huffed "Boys! We have promo pictures in an hour! Why aren't you ready!?" You shouted in shock, both boys turned their heads to look at you "We are ready, you're just...overdressed" Thanos offered staring at your baggy jeans and tight as hell tanktop, one of his oversized button ups as a cover-up, one sleeve sitting at your elbow, the other sitting on your shoulder "No, I am dressed for our promo and album cover photoshoot!" You whined, they were starting to piss you off, they had known about this for weeks leading up to it, so why weren't they taking it seriously.
After a very long stare down between your bandmates, they rushed upstairs to change before meeting you outside in the car, apologizing to your driver for the wait, you were on your way to the shoot. You wished you could say it got easier after that, but it didn't, the boys pulling off their own poses they wanted, rather than what the photographer and PR team wanted. As you approached the scene, you manager gave you a pleading look, without the need of saying anything you already understood, they were high and not listening to instructions. "Boys! Let's wrap this up!" You demanded before walking to them, standing on your marker, listening carefully as the photographer told you how to stand with both men. As you stood proudly between them, you sighed as they were still talking behind you about what stunt they should try next at the next show, you turned around, the photographer expecting you to shout, but instead you just gently took both men's hands placing them on your shoulders "Now, shut up please, and look pretty" You stated looking at the camera lenses, your manager just laughed shaking her head "That's y/n, both boys listen to her like a scripture" She whispered to the team behind the cameras, you didn't have much issues after that, the tension quickly fading whenever you got on set with the boys.
While you weren't sure how any of this would end in the future, you were all three sure of one thing, you all worked better as a team, the boys giving you the confidence you need to preform live, and you keeping the boys in line and sane whenever it came to literally anything.
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nymph. [part 5] l General Marcus Acacius
Summary:Â you have been with him for a long time, but he has never seen you. but everything has changed.
Warnings:Â angst, fluff, memories of death and arena fights, old romance, lots of sadness, some tears, gods and mythology are treated in a simple way
A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter. I've hidden something there⌠something that happened a while ago and came back to them. I'm curious⌠I'd like to know what you think of this series. or anything I write. My inner critic probably does too well. But I'll leave you with this and thank you for your time.
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It was another hot day and even though you were in the shade, you could feel the heat pouring off the sand in the arena. You had never seen a place like this before. It was massive, raised above the rooftops, as if it was shouting to everyone "I will be here for eternity while you turn to dust".
Marcus was strangely quiet and nervous that day, you could see it in his gaze and how close he was to you. Brutus and Aurelia, as they had promised, showed up at the coliseum with you, but it didn't help.
The crowd around you, the greetings from the other guests and the place itself, General Acacius was restless and would have given anything to be able to take you away from there.
But your eyes, like the eyes of a child, absorbed it all, absorbed his world.
"Marcus! How good to see you!" a cheerful and resonant voice reached your ears as well.
"Lucilla." Marcus nodded as the woman smiled fondly at him. "Iâm glad to see you in good health."
She was beautiful. Golden hair fell in waves down her back, a robe draped around her shapely body, and precious stones and gold sparkled on her hands and neck.Â
Lucilla was beautiful and she definitely knew it. How else could you explain the spell she cast over the people gathered in this place.
She gave him a smile. "I was glad to hear in what glory you returned to Rome. Why haven't you visited me yet? It's not nice to keep old friends waiting."
"I had my duties."
"Duties?" she repeated, and her gaze wandered to you. You didn't look in her direction, but you could clearly feel her searching gaze on you. "Is this your new..."
Your name left his lips like the words of a prayer, Lucilla immediately felt it. Despite everything, the smile didn't leave her lips.
"I'm glad to see you're happy, Marcus." she said, her hand tenderly squeezing his arm. "If she gives you this happiness..."
"She gives me more than I dare to ask for."
The woman nodded. After a short moment, she withdrew to her seat, but you still had the impression that her eyes hadn't left you and Marcus.
"Everythingâs good? Come on, let's take our seats."
You sat down at the back and after a moment you saw Emperor Geta and his brother appear in the box. All the majesty and splendor of their personas was overwhelming, but you had the impression that the people around them seemed to stiffen and began to weigh their words more carefully.
However, you didnât have time to look at them more closely. The fights had begun.
Marcus felt ashamed and embarrassed. When he saw the expression on your face, his heart stopped for a moment. He wanted to take you away from there, to erase from your memory what you had seen, what you had heard...Â
Your fingers tightened on the ornate armrests of the chair and you slightly leaned forward as your widened eyes watched the bloodshed in the arena with horror.
"My dear..." he whispered in your ear, but only a sigh escaped from between your parted lips.
He took your hand and kissed it, but that didn't help either. Your fingers were ice cold. Gods, Marcus regretted ever letting you see all this!
The conversations and laughter of his companions reached him as if from behind a curtain. All his attention was focused on you and only his alertness allowed him to react appropriately when any words were directed at him.
Let this all be over! Please...
Brutus and Aurelia took you back home, Marcus's duties forced him to stay. You barely spoke to him or his friends, still dazed by what you saw.
"Take care of her." Brutus ordered Melitta when she appeared to welcome you home.
You were barely able to understand her words, although she spoke to you calmly and with concern.
"Where is she? Melitta!" his loud voice echoed through the darkened corridor.
The girl quickly approached him, leaned around the corner, and bowed quickly.
"My lord." she said "I tried my best, but she..."
"What about her?" Acacius growled, approaching her "Speak, girl, if you value your life!"
She raised her head, looking at him pleadingly "I prepared her a bath to ease her nerves. She's still there..."
"How long?" he frowned.
"Since she came home."
"It's been a few hours!"
He pushed Melitta aside and went inside. The stuffiness and the smell of incense immediately filled his nostrils. You were there, sitting on the edge with your feet immersed in the water. The maid had to cover your shoulders with a robe. But what frightened Marcus was your gaze. Glassy eyes stared into space, you looked like a sculpture.
"My love." he said quickly approaching you, he touched your cheek, directing your gaze to him "I'm so sorry."
"Marcus..."
He saw the tears running down your cheeks, your trembling lips, the crease between your brows. He had never felt so helpless before.
"I'm sorry you had to see this. I have no words to justify myself, but please... Just say something."
"I don't understand this, Marcus." Your whisper was barely audible. "I've seen the wrath of the gods, I've seen the battlefields, but this... Just to please a handful of people? Do you all despise your lives so much?"
"I have nothing to defend what you saw."
"How could you defend it? There were ordinary people there too..."
"Thieves and bandits. Slaves."
"People." You took a deep breath. "So who am I, Marcus? What am I? I feel like I'm floating between worlds, not belonging to any of them... I saw the delight on the faces of some, and the terror in the eyes of the dying. Where am I in all of this?"
Warm, large hands cupped your face. Gentle brown eyes looked at you with fear, but also with love and care.
"You're here with me. That's what matters." He said. "Our life is beyond all of this. I'll take you away from here, somewhere where you'll feel free, safe... You belong to me, and I belong to you. That's all that matters."
He saw the shadow of a smile on your chapped lips and couldn't help but taste them. They were salty from tears, but still soft and comforting.Â
"Come on, love. Let me take you to bed."
With incredible ease he lifted you into his arms and carried you to the bedroom. You were so fragile in his arms, when he placed you on the bed he was still surprised that you were real. It was late, the house was silent and the room was filled with the sweet scent.
You watched as Marcus removed the gold bracelets from his wrists and then his toga, which he placed on a nearby chair. The glow of the candles danced on his wide back.
"Lucilla."
Your quiet voice caught his attention as he poured himself some water from the jug on the table. He turned around, you were sitting on your heels and staring at him. Your face was so soft in the light.
"I saw how she looked at you." you continued calmly. "Something connected you. Feelings, right? Strong ones."
Acacius nodded.
"What happened?"
He cleared his throat and took a few steps, his thoughts returning to those times, the times of his youth.
"It was years ago..." he began "I was a young soldier, gaining experience. She was lonely. Like me."
"She's beautiful."
"Not like you." you smiled slightly and continued "Our paths crossed."
"Did you love her?"
Marcus sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his hands, which suddenly seemed colossal, rough. Inappropriate for you. However, your presence next to him was so soothing, he closed his eyes.
"I thought so." he replied "I thought it was love. But everything changed suddenly."
Your hand rested on his shoulder "How so?"
"I don't know. I was away from Rome for a while. When I came back, when I met her again and kissed her, I felt like I was betraying someone. It sounds crazy, but it was true. The shadow of an unknown person, someone I had lost and didn't even know, hung between us. I couldn't... Lucilla sensed it, she didn't ask questions. I devoted myself to the army, to Rome." He looked at you, a faint smile playing on his plush lips. When you stroked his cheek, Marcus sighed quietly.
"I've never told anyone about it. Is it possible to suddenly wake up one day and feel like something's been lost? Because that's how I felt. I didn't know what it was, but I felt like someone had cut out a piece of me. No one could fill it. And then, years later, you appeared... You were there like the wind, like a breeze or a warm gust." his lips brushed your wrist, you rested your forehead against his and closed your eyes. âI felt you before I saw you. And once I saw your face, gods, it was like I woke up from a long sleep.â
For almost four days, General Acacius's house had been just you, Melitta, Antigonus, and the rest of the servants. His duties had forced him to report to the barracks, and this time he couldn't find an excuse.
It was your first separation in a long time, and although you missed him, every day surprised you with something. Like when Antigonus said you could accompany Melitta to the market. Or when you went to the nearby temple together.
Aurelia and Brutus, Marcus's friends, also visited you, but seeing that they had torn you away from sitting among the maps and notes you were so passionately devouring, they decided that nothing would threaten you. So if it weren't for Antigonus' complaints, you would probably have moved the bedding there.
You felt it again.
You didn't tell Marcus about it, but you waited for the familiar scent to fill the bedroom again. Maybe you were wrong? Maybe it was all just a vivid dream?
But when you stood by the open window to the garden, you heard the quiet words of prayer, you knew you were right. The grass was soft under your bare feet, and the pleasantly cool wind brought relief after the hot day. You walked quietly so as not to scare anyone away.
And when you stopped behind the rose bush, you saw her.
Melitta was kneeling in front of burning candles, with incense made of herbs and flowers that gave off a scent so familiar to you. Her quiet voice mixed with the rustle of leaves and cicadas.
You didn't want to interrupt her prayers, it wasn't right. But you listened to the words and with each subsequent one you felt as if your heart was sinking.
These were not ordinary prayers. Regret, sadness, a plea for forgiveness, a promise to improve... All these words were accompanied by Melitta's silent sobs, carried through the night to the stars along with the smoke of her incense.
And then you understood.
She was just like you.
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Hola, hola! Pregunta de novata asombrada: De veras se casĂł con ese seĂąor? HablĂĄis de certificado de matrimonio que alguien se molestĂł en buscar? OMG...
Dear Novata Asombrada Anon,
En cuanto a todos mis anĂłnimos hispanos, espero que no te importe que te contestarĂŠ en inglĂŠs, como muestra de cortesĂa hacia la gran mayorĂa de mis lectores. Gracias y aquĂ vamos con la traducciĂłn de tu pregunta. Y, para que no se me olvide, ÂĄbienvenida!
Hello, hello! Question from a shocked newbie: Did she really marry that man? Are you talking about a marriage certificate that someone bothered to look for? OMGâŚ
Good morning and thank you for asking - you are not the only one today, it would seem. This question is making the rounds again (why?) and let's call this a (fortunate?) coincidence. The Marriage Certificate (MC) was the equivalent of the Great Christian Schism between Rome and Byzantium, in this fandom, mind you. Depending on your own take on the S&C Saga, it has been dreaded, expected, announced with great confidence and actively researched by fans, who simply took advantage of a very relaxed and transparent UK legislation, allowing for basically everyone to order a certified copy by email or snail mail, for a small fee.
The first fan aggressively trumpeting it online was (correct me if I am wrong) an ex-shipper who now goes by the handle of @brian-in-finance, also known as BIF, also known as Kidneystone. In her pedantic and arrogant little voice, she made a point of honor in dissecting absolutely every single detail of that dutifully certified piece of paper issued by the British General Register Office (GRO). A second, short-lived account, @hurleyburly, ordered the same paper and posted it on Tumblr, this time pudically hiding some details under a makeshift post-it. The usual fandom fortunetellers thought the handwriting on that 'post-it' was eerily similar to S's own, but we'll leave it at this. Although, I have to immediately add, I would not discount this possibility. A third prominent shipper account, @boyneriver-fraser, ordered it and made pathetic public amends over her previous shipping stance. Some others imitated them and received the exact same paper, followed by a seemingly endless trail of wrath, confusion and wailings.
People were understandably shocked, hurt and in definite anger over this. Many disembarked the ship, considering they had been either blind/idiot or cynically fooled by our Dynamic Duo, eager to sell the show. Speculation went rife. Some even tried to go the extra mile and believe they found out even more inconsistencies. I shall not speak on their behalf, simply because I was not here at the time and had no idea These Two will become such an (often invading) point of interest in my own life.
But irrespective of any inconsistencies, this paper legally exists. As such, it has legal effects that cannot and should not be discounted. I have always maintained it, as a professional. Likewise, I have consistently explained the Ibiza episode might be anything you could think of, from a romantic (?) picnic on a parking lot with a bird featuring a strange toupee (as per C's tweeted chirp), to a non legally binding handfasting ceremony (remember, LOL, 'some things are just for' Them). I have explained very early after my arrival why I do not think a Spanish marriage was in the cards. This is my final word about that #CarparkIbiza fanfic:
[Link: https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/723029524897529856/i-have-asked-a-few-very-popular-bloggers-this?source=share - July 16, 2023]
More clearly put, national Spanish legislation requires the two foreign citizens to be residents in Spain, if they want to get married there. British consulates do not perform marriage ceremonies, either. And cross-border marriage rules in Europe, at the time applicable to a not yet Brexited UK, would have mandatorily required a transcription of the marriage papers in Britain. This is not the USA, where you can just go to Vegas, have your knot tied by an Elvis lookalike and divorce the next (hungover) morning. Or go to Tijuana and do what Sophia Loren and Carlo Ponti did in 1957, to great (bigamous) scandal. Rules are different. Rules exist, as stupid and cold as they might look. And one more time - they have tangible consequences.
At this point in time, you might logically ask yourself why I am still here. Is it because of the feeling of power and self-importance, as some nasty Anons remind me every single day? Is it because of the formidable people I have met in here? Yes, it is also because of them, but not only because of them, of course. And as far as any feeling of power and self-importance go, let's just say it's ridiculous to think so.
The reason I am still here is both simple and complicated to understand: a paper, even certified, does not a marriage make. Mark me, Anon: there is nothing (I repeat: nothing) normal about this one. There are secrets and lies and inconsistencies and gaslighting galore. The shippers know it. The Antis/Mordor know it. The Fencers know it. And every single one of these broad factions apparently has ample supplies of popcorn. And, as far as we go, champagne bottles stashed, plus a firm decision to have a Global Lollapalooza on the Internet the day this awkward situation would come to an end.
I have tried to answer your very legitimate question the best I could. I do not believe in sugarcoating or hiding anything. What I do believe in, is the power of critical thinking and the ability to coldly analyze facts, even if they do not encourage fantasy. You would be surprised of the things that do not click, in that official Narrative. Important things, not speculation. My blog primarily deals in this kind of stuff: things that do not click and paint a very different story than the one officially being peddled around.
And now, dear Shocked Newbie Anon, you are free to disembark, if you think I am still lying to you (what for, may I ask? just to receive every single day violent garbage into my Inbox?). But if you choose to stay with us, the tea is always brewing, somewhere. And mind you, it's often the finest Oolong you could find, because I honestly believe that we have the most formidable and unexpected assortment of witty minds and strong characters, in here.
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Movie Night
You're sitting on the couch with your partner, cuddling and watching a movie that both of you have seen before. You just finished dinner and feel comfortably full, the two empty bowls and glasses of wine on the coffee table. They have an arm slung around your waist as they lean into your side and you notice for the first time that it doesn't reach as far as it used to.
While they used to be able to curve their fingers around the slope of your back, their hand only stops to the side of your belly. In fact, they're able to hold their palm flat against you. You knew you had put on a couple pounds: all the late night snacks, eating fast food more frequently due to work, "just one more" from when your partner makes sweet treats. You didn't think it was that much, though.
You feel your face start to get hot and you shift away a little.
Your partner had been dozing on your shoulder and they lift their head, "Everything okay?"
"Yeah," you say shyly, "Yeah, I just..."
Your partner leans in and kisses you, their hand drifting back to the side of your belly. You are hyper aware of their touch.
"I just have gained some weight is all," you say, embarrassed, "I should probably start watching what I eat..."
Your partner bites their lip, "Why would you do a thing like that?"
"Because I didn't even notice and if I continue I'm going to swell up to a million pounds!" You protest.
Your partner giggles, "Okay? But what if I like feeding you?" They start rubbing your belly, long strokes from the side to the front, and something stirs deep within you. Possibly even arousal?
You try to hide it on your face, but it's clear they see it. They even get a little excited themselves. They leave the movie running and get up, disappearing into the kitchen. You readjust on the couch and grab a pillow, aware that it sits different in your lap. When did this happen? Where did all this come from?
Your partner returns with two boxes of big cake doughnuts you hadn't noticed in the cabinet and the partial half gallon of milk from the fridge. They set them down on the coffee table and grab the pillow from your lap, tossing it to the side. You feel very exposed, but you can't help and eye those doughnuts. Your partner turns you on the couch so you're sitting the long way, legs up. Then they sit between them. They stare down at you hungrily and before you can say anything, their hands are running up your legs. They jiggle the fat on your thighs and then keep moving up. They slide their hands under your shirt and start squishing your soft belly. The thing stirring within you grows more and more. They trace their fingers up your sides, gripping your love handles and leaning in to kiss you.
With them holding onto your sides you can't help but moan a little. Your partner giggles again.
"Sorry," they say, "I have noticed your clothes getting a bit tighter... I'm surprised you didn't, but," they put a hand behind your neck and run their fingers in your hair, "I didn't want to stop you. I love how you look now and I love it when your belly starts to round out after you've eaten a lot. You make this little noise when your stomach starts to complain that it's too full and it really turns me on."
You feel the dinner in your stomach, it's churning and settling. It squirms inside you.
"It turns you on?" You ask.
"Yes," they say, "I noticed a couple days ago that you're starting to spill over the top of your jeans and I almost pulled you back to bed."
You remember that day. You had told yourself they must have shrunk in the wash. Now you wonder why you denied it and why it took your partner's hand to realize you had started to grow a gut.
Your partner puts their hands back under your shirt, gripping your soft middle, "How do you feel?"
You surprise yourself, but you whisper, "Feed me."
Your partner brightens and grabs the first box of cake doughnuts from the coffee table. Still between your legs, pushing them up against you ever so slightly so you can feel your belly squish, they start to feed you. Immediately after you're done with one bite they give you another. Three doughnuts down and your stomach is starting to protest. Three more and you feel tight and heavy. You keep taking bite after bite until you lose count of the doughnuts. You start to feel a bit dizzy and you're not sure if you're imagining it, but it's almost hard to breathe.
"No... no more," you say softly, your belly heaving with each breath.
"That was the last doughnut," your partner says, leaning forward over your bulging form and kissing you. You look to the side and see that they're right, the two boxes discarded on the table. You feel your stomach trying to make room for them all, stretched to what feels like its limit. Your partner seems determined to prove it wrong.
They pick up the partial jug of milk and unscrew the cap. You know milk will just make the churning worse and will make you even more bloated on top of everything, but something inside of you is awake and alive. Your belly is feeling so uncomfortable being pressed in by your legs and you wiggle a bit to try and get more space. Your partner gives you some room, but still holds your legs up while sitting between them.
They put the milk to your lips and say, "You need to wash those down with something."
You start to drink, your heavy breathing only arousing you more. You can feel your shirt riding up, the lower part of your belly rounding so much it is exposed, but you don't care. All the skin around your belly is stretched so tight as you continue to fill it. You feel like you might burst if you keep going, but it feels too good to stop. You need to finish.
It almost feels like agony if it weren't so pleasurable. Your breasts are being spread apart my how much you've swollen and your partner starts to fondle them as you drink. You keep chugging the milk, only a little dribbling out the side of your mouth.
Then it's empty. Your partner takes the empty carton and places it with the empty boxes of doughnuts. Your breathing is labored as you lie there and you aren't sure you would be able to move if you wanted to. Your partner places their hands on your bulging belly and rubs you down.
"Good job," they coo, rubbing you in slow circles, pushing your shirt up under your breasts, "Very good job."
You feel so tight and heavy, it's like a giant bowling ball has been shoved inside you. Just when you think the feeling can't get more intense, you feel the milk bubbling up inside you. You start to worry, wondering if this will lead to any stretch marks. Then you stop, dreamily moaning, realizing any stretch marks from this would be a trophy.
Your partner kisses your belly and then lays down between your legs. They continue to rub you, laying their head on your middle. It takes them a bit to find the perfect position because of how round and tight you are, but they eventually find one. They kiss you and you quiver where their lips touch.
"We can do more," they say, "if you want."
You know they don't mean more food. You are so turned on right now you think you might finish with the slightest touch, and you go to answer, but the words come out as a bit of a whine, as a bit of a groan.
"Later," you say, trying to shift a little and finding it difficult under how heavy you are, "Let's just keep watching the movie..."
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I was bored at work and wrote this real quick. No edits, so if something looks wrong that's why. Let me know what you think.
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;; Locked In  by cellythefloshie
Summary: When the NHL season is abruptly halted by a global pandemic, and you find yourself sharing your tiny apartment with your brother's rookie teammate, Quinn Hughes. Kinks & TW: Tanev Sister Reader, Forced Proximity, Secret Hook-up/Romance, 2019-2020 Season, Covid-19 Lockdown, Hints of Mild Dominance from Quinn, Mild Alcohol Consumption, Dry Humping, Vaginal Fingering, A Little Angsty (unresolved). Word Count: 4k+ A/N: I hadn't planned to post anything in January. I was just going to post my Best of 2024 and be done until February. BUT then I decided I wanted to challenge myself a little. I wanted to write for a player I thought I would never write for. AND then I was writing for a time I never thought I would write before because, of course, his rookie season had to be during the pandemic. Please be gentle with me. I took a lot of creative liberties here, but I hope you all enjoy.
âWhy does he have to stay here?â
The tension in your shoulders grew as you glared up at your brother Chris. If your words hadnât been clear enough in telling him just how displeased you were with his proposition, your body language would have to help get the point across.Â
âItâs just for a few days until they get everything figured out,â Chris replied, brushing off your annoyance with a casual shrug with an ease that left a bad taste in your mouthâand it really shouldnât have. As your big brother, he had years of practice in the art of convincing you to do things you didnât want to do.Â
Sighing, you passed Chris and at the player your brother was hoping youâd welcome into the small one-bedroom apartment you called home. Quinn Hughes, the team's rookie defenseman. Tall, and handsome, you had done your best to keep your distance from him when you had met once beforeâknowing yourself too well to trust that you would behave around a guy like him.Â
He was shy back then and seemed just as timid as he stood awkwardly in the hallway, pretending not to hear the conversation you were having with Chris. Quinn kept his head down, his warm brown eyes locked on the floor like a sad, pound puppy that nobody wanted, with his hands shoved into the pockets of his team branded hoodie.Â
Forcing a smile, your gaze focused back up on your brother, and his toothy grin that was always just enough to convince you.Â
âItâs bad enough that thereâs some illness going around thatâs so serious that they halted the season and the world feels like itâs ending,â you began, âbut now youâre locking me in my apartment with the teamâs rookie?â
âI can hear you, you know?â Quinn spoke up from the hallways, his gaze raising from the floor for the first time since he had arrived.Â
Your heart beat hastened, and it pounded so strongly you could feel it against the delicate flesh of your throat. It raced so quickly; you thought it might burst through your chest as a wave of heated embarrassment washed over you.Â
âYeah, yeah, I know,â you tried to play it cool, but if Quinn had reached out and felt just how sweaty your hands had become, he would know just how much of a facade it was. âWhy canât he stay with you?â You cocked your head as you brought your arms up to cross over your chest, begging him to get to the point he was trying to make.Â
âThe kidsâ daycare is closed. Momâs flying in before things get worseâbut heâs my responsibility since we already got Petey home to Sweden and they donât want any of the guy alone for-â Chris cut himself off, as if there was more to say but he didnât want you to hear it. You hung on his words for a moment, ready to question him on it, but you didnât. You knew better than to question your big brother.Â
âDoes mom think itâs a good idea to stick me in an apartment with him?â You challenged him in a last ditch effort to try to get out of the familial obligation of helping out your brother when he needed it.Â
âWhat she doesnât know wonât hurt her.â His smile grew wider as he placed Quinnâs bag down on the floor just inside the door.Â
âYou know,â you sighed, leaning against your door, giving Quinn just enough room to come inside, âinstead of flying mom home, Quinn could have helped with the kids.â It was your final, half-serious attempt to escape the arrangement, but it only made your brother laugh.Â
âThanks, Sis,â he said simply, ignoring your every attempt to say no before he was gone, leaving you and Quinn alone in your apartment.Â
You lingered by the door for a moment, your head resting against the surface as you let out a steady breath. Maybe if Chris had given you a heads up, you might have felt differently about the entire situation, but your place was in no condition for a houseguest. Dishes had piled up in the sink, your laundry was half folded on the couch, and you were in the middle of rewatching your favorite television series on Netflix as a way to avoid the hell that was going on in the world. And Quinn, he was just going to have to accept all of it.Â
But only for a few days.Â
With a sigh, you pushed back from the door and forced a smile. âSorry about the mess,â you told him as you moved to the couch and gathered armfuls of clothes. âYou can set yourself up on the couch. Put on anything you like. Iâll get this all out of the way.â
âDo you need a hand?â Quinn offered, and you almost flinched. You hadnât expected him to be so nice.Â
âNo, no, Iâm fine,â you assured, carrying the clothes into your bedroom before throwing them onto your bed. You would deal with them later. First, you would have to deal with Quinn.Â
Leaving your room, you shut the door firmly behind you. âThatâs my room,â you gestured to the closed door, âitâs off limits to you unless stated otherwise. Obviously, youâre in the living room, which also happens to be the kitchen and the dining room. And through there is the bathroom, and if you can manage all of that without getting lost, tomorrow I can show you where the laundry room is down the hall.â
It wasnât much of a tour, but the apartment was small. Surely if Quinn needed anything, he would figure it outâand you wanted nothing more than to retreat and hide away from the awkward situation your brother had forced you into. Maybe it made you seem harshâor maybe it didnât, because Quinn met your words with a soft smile and a quiet thanks before he settled in on the sofa, making himself at home.Â
âIf you need anything,â you started softly, your words becoming heavy with a sigh, âjust knock.â
Slowly, you slipped away into the sanctuary of your bedroom, your lips moving in a whisper of a prayer as you began to put your laundry into its place. âItâs only for a few daysâŚâ
Days turned into weeks. And as the worldâs condition only seemed to worsen, necessity foiled your determination to keep Quinn at armâs length. You could only take so much solitude in your room before the silence became unbearable. While you had movies on your laptop and video chats with your friends to keep you entertained, you needed real human contact to keep yourself from insanity. Slowly, you began to share meals together, and small talk that slowly grew beyond hockey and the relationship you had with your brothers Chris and Brandon. And to your surprise, he wasnât the worst house guest. Quinn was self-sufficient, considerate, andâwhile you would never admit it to Chrisâthe only person keeping you from losing your mind.Â
âDo you maybe want to watch a movie together, or something?â you asked him one night after dinner, your tone as casual as you could muster.Â
Quinnâs attention snapped to you, shifting from his phone that lit up the surprise that overtook his features. âYeah, sure. I can set it up. Anything you want to watch?â
You shrugged as you tucked the last of the clean dishes away. âJust put on whatever. Iâll pop some popcorn.â
Settling on the couch minutes later, you place the bowl of popcorn in the space between you. As the movie played, the distance between you and Quinn seemed to shrink with each handful. You felt the warmth of his body radiating from him, and the softness of his hands as they collided with yours on the hunt for just another handful of popcorn. It was a subtle, but unignorable touch that made your pulse quicken.Â
Biting down on your lower lip, you brought your hands back to rest on your lap, and you glanced at him from the corner of your eyes. Quinn was focused on the movie, his sharp jawline tense as he enjoyed the last handful of popcorn. His eyes didnât hold the heavy sadness they had when he had arrived at your apartment weeks ago, but seemed to have a hint of a smile in them as he laughed at one of the jokes as it played out on screen.Â
You smiled softly to yourself.Â
You liked his laugh, and maybe it was just the weeks of isolation consuming you, but⌠he wasnât bad company at all.Â
âWhat?â Quinnâs question sent a nervous jolt through you. He had caught you looking.Â
âNothing,â you said quickly, trying to play it cool.Â
The couch shifted as Quinn turned his body away from the movie, giving his attention to you as he relaxed back against the arm of the couch. âTell me.â
For a moment, you thought about ignoring him. That the two of you could ignore what had just happened and just get lost in the movie until the crack in your hardened facade was forgotten. But his stare left you giddy, and there was no hiding the smile that began to blossom over your features.Â
âYouâre not a bad guy to have around, Hughes,â you finally admitted, âand Iâm glad youâre here.â
A smile, genuine smile spread across his face as he reached up to push his thick brunette hair from his eyes, âyour brother thought it would be best for youââ
Your brows furrowed, your question leaving your lips in a firm question before he could continue, âIâm sorry, what?â âHe didnât want you to be alone during all of this,â Quinn explained, his voice soft and sheepish, as if he knew he shouldnât have been telling you anything.Â
You leaned back against the opposite arm of the couch, your legs coming up to spread across the cushions and dragging along his leg slowly, accidentally, until you were comfortable there. âThat lying bastard,â you laughed in disbelief, âhe told me you being here was for your sake!â
Quinnâs laughter joined yours, warm and contagious as it created a symphony with yours. âWeâll have to give him hell for it later⌠but it hasnât been all that bad, has it?â
You shook your head slowly, a silent admission that the weeks you had spent together in forced proximity werenât all that bad. Standing up, you moved to the fridge, finding two tall beer bottles in the back. You carried one in each hand back to the couch, offering one to him as you stood just behind him, your body leaning against the back of the couch.Â
âI can think of maybe two people Iâd rather be stuck here with,â you joked lightly.Â
âOuch,â Quinn teased as he twisted off the cap and took a long, satisfying sip.Â
âDonât lie,â you told him. âI know youâd rather be at home with your brothers.â
âMy brothers arenât as easy on the eyes as you are,â Quinn said quickly, without hesitation. But then his face flooded with color, and his eyes went wide. Just as quickly as his words had been said, Quinn had realized they had not just been the thoughts reserved for his head. âLetâs pretend I didnât just say that, okay?â
You raised your brow, challenging him with a smile as you asked, âWhat would be the fun in that?âÂ
Quinnâs smile grew.Â
Your brother had thrown you both into this situation. You, his sister, cooped up with him, the teamâs rookie defenceman, during a global pandemic that left you both isolated and alone. What Chris had expected to happen? You didnât know. But it was only a matter of time before the lines you had created became blurred.Â
After a long, satisfying sip of beer to boost your confidence, you leaned forward and placed it down on the coffee table. Licking your lips slowly, you hesitated, your mind screaming no, but your body telling you yes, as you climbed into Quinnâs lap slowly. You seated yourself there, his lap between your thighs as you straddled him. His eyes shot wide, a quiet cough choking him as he forced back a sip of beer and silently handed the cold bottle to you.Â
Leaning back carefully, you place it down next to yours, Quinnâs hands reaching out to grip carefully at your thighs to keep you from falling back. He anchored you there, in his lap, as you settled back into place carefully, your body arching further into his, stealing more and more of his space until you were a breath away from his lips. A small smile blossomed over your lips slowly, your body consumed with the giddiness of what you were about to do. Your brother would kill you for this, or Quinn, but you didnât care. It made it all the more exciting to lean in and kiss him.Â
There was a moment of hesitancy in the careful kiss of Quinnâs lips as they welcomed yours. His kiss was slow, and curious as your eyes fluttered shut and your hands came to rest on his shoulders. Your touch was a feather light fleeting touch that quickly found its way into the thick wisps of his hair as his kiss deepened with desperation.Â
He kissed you like you were a glass of water, and he hadnât had a sip in weeks. His tongue stroked your lips slowly before parting them, and you could taste the beer on his tongue as you welcomed it into your mouth. The sweet contact unleashed a hum that caused through Quinnâs body in a subtle vibration that could feel between your thighs. And suddenly, your entire body was weak, like gelatin, and craving more than just the kiss of his lips.Â
âQuinn,â you whined against his lips, your hips moving in slow rotations over his lap, grinding your core against his cock that you hoped to coax into an erection.Â
âFuck,â he groaned, breaking the kiss for the first time as he threw his head back. Quinnâs touch left where he held you firmly at the back of your thighs, dragging upwards until they settled on your hips and encouraged your every movement.Â
You watched as his face melted into a soft expression that you couldnât quite place, his mouth agape and his eyes shut as he focused on the very feeling of you. And between your legs, you could feel the stiffness of his cock, hard and ready. Reaching down, your fingers fumbled to work him free of his pants, but the quick lurch of his one hand captured both of yours in his hold.Â
You looked up at him, your eyes wide in shock as he guided your hands to the waistband of your pants carefully.Â
âTake those off,â he told you, his words firm and far from a suggestion, âand go to your room.â
Holy fuck. You had never been someone who liked to be told what to do, but in that moment, Quinn could have told you to do anything and you would have done it.Â
Standing slowly, you stood between his knees as she remained seated on the couch. Your eyes fixated on his features, worried that if you had let them wander down out of curiosity, you might moan. As you held your breath, your hands pushed down at the waist of your pants, you pushed them downâand your panties went with them.Â
They remained in a heap on the floor, your toes tripping over them slightly as you began the agonizing walk to the bedroom. With every stride you could feel your own wetness dripping down the inside of your thighs, your core begging to be filled. And as you got to your bedroom, you froze, your legs pressed firm together as you waited. His footsteps didnât fill the silence. Quinn wasnât following you.Â
Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, your flesh suddenly red hut and sent a shimmer with a sheen of sweat. Quinn was still in the living room, his thoughts entirely his own as you waited, near panicked, for him to join you.Â
Standing with your back to the door, your eyes shut as you took deep breaths in an attempt to remain calm. Maybe you had been too forward. He wasnât interestedâor maybe he wasnât as reckless as you and wasnât ready to throw away a good relationship with his teammate by fucking his teammateâs sister.Â
âFuck,â you cursed to yourself, ready to accept the mistake you had just made.Â
Reaching for your blanket, you had intended to wrap it around your waist and retreat back into the living room with an apology, but when you turned around, Quinn was standing in your doorway.Â
His steps were slow as he entered your bedroom for the first time since he had arrived two weeks prior. Quinn wasted no time getting familiar with his surroundings. He only had eyes for you as he met you where you stood frozen at the foot of your bed. Quinnâs arms wrapped around you in a careful bear-hug, drawing your body flush with his as his lips found yours in a kiss that reassured you that your advances had been welcome.Â
You moaned against his lips as he lay you out on your bed with an effortless strength and splayed your legs open wide. Quinn could have settled himself in between them, but instead, he lay down at your side, your one leg propped up against him. He stroked at the delicate flesh of your inner thigh slowly as he kissed you. His touch moved up only an inch at a time, teasing you as he encroached on the apex of your thighs. He left your body shuddering with anticipation, his hand hovering over your eagerness but void of his touch when you knew he was so close to where you wanted him.Â
âPlease donât make me beg,â you muttered against his lips.Â
It had been weeks since you had anyone touch you, and when he had become your unexpected house guest, he was the last person you thought you would welcome into your bed. But now that you had him there, you wanted all of him, or as much of himself as he was willing to give you.Â
First, you felt him smile against your lips, a hum of a laugh coursing through him, and then you felt his fingers on your clit.Â
Your teeth grit in a satisfied hiss, your hips raising to meet his touch with an eagerness that was out of your control. Your heels dug down into the bed, your hips rolling into every careful circular stroke he made before his fingers dipped down, feeling the slick of your arousal and plunged into your core.Â
âQuinn,â you gasped out, your hips dropping into a downward angle to welcome his fingers into your core.Â
His middle and ring finger worked you in quick thrusts that left your mind dizzy and your movements purely instinctive as you anchored yourself to your bed with the grasp of your hand and bucked your hips up into his hand just to feel more of him. Quickly, you were so embarrassingly close to coming, and it left you reeling as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.Â
âAre you going to-â you started, your body trying to roll on top of him in a swift movement that was interrupted by the careful push of his free hand against your hip. Quinn pushed you back to laying flat against the bed, one hand still buried in your core while the other held you down at the hips. The angle he worked you into, paired with how his fingers curled at just the right spot as they worked you, sent a fire burning through you. Your arousal coated his fingers, dripping down over his palm and making a mess of the bed as pleasure pulsed through you. It left you moaning, your head thrown back against the mattress as your core clenched around his fingers, wishing that it was his cock.Â
As you lay in your bed, panting, you tried to remember the last time you let someone do something as adolescent as getting you off with nothing more than their fingers. But your mind was fogged by the bliss of your climaxâbut one thought hung low over you, preventing you from enjoying it fully. Quinn hadnât gotten to enjoy releasing himself.Â
Rolling over slowly, you tried to reach out for his waistband again, but he caught your hand. Your gaze met his, his eyes soft, and his smile small as he stroked the back of your hand with his thumb slowly.Â
âYou didnât get to-â You started, but he cut you off.Â
âI know,â he said, his hand bringing your hand to his lips to place a gentle kiss on your palmâa small attempt at a distraction from how his cock still seemed to throb in the confines of his pants. âBut letâs sleep on it, okay? Make sure you donât regret this in the morning. I mean, your brother is my teammate, after all.â
âOh,â you sounded softly, trying to hide your disappointment behind understanding, âyeah, okay. But ah- can you stay in here with me tonight?â You requested slowly, âI donât want to sleep alone anymore-â
Quinn nodded slowly, leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead. âI can do that, anything to get away from sleeping on that damn couchââ
The morning sunlight filtered weakly through the curtains, casting long shadows across the table as you sat across from Quinn. It was the first morning since he had arrived that it felt like you werenât walking on eggshells. It was a quiet, comfortable affair, yet there was a new tension in the air. One that you couldnât quite place. Maybe he was regretting what had happened. That thought alone left your stomach in your throat as you poked at your breakfast, trying to find the will to take the first bite.Â
Then, breaking the silence, Quinn found the courage to speak. âIâm allowed to fly back to Michigan, to be with my family until the season resumes.â
Your grasp on your fork tightened, his words hitting you like a slap to the face. You could feel your face wanting to fall into a scowl, but you did your best to mask it by taking a long sip of your drink as you sought composure.Â
So that was it. After weeks of shared solitaire, an awkward beginning that turned into something that felt natural, he was leaving? Just like that?
âThatâs great,â you said, forcing a smile. âWhen do you leave?â
âTomorrow morning,â he answered.Â
You could feel his gaze on your face, searching for the reaction you refused to give him. Instead, you let your features soften, a practiced smile on your features as you set your fork down on the table with deliberate care. âI wonât keep you then. Youâve got some packing to do. The last thing you need is a distraction.â
Pushing your chair back, you abandoned your place on the table, your breakfast unfinished, and moved towards your bedroom. Your footsteps were quick, your eyes fixated on your bedroom door, and they did not deviate from it. Not even as Quinnâs voice followed you, your name leaving his lips in a gentle plea, âPlease wait, can we talk about this?â
His words didnât stop you. You didnât turn around; you didnât look back at him. Instead, your hand just tightened into your fist at your side as you reached the threshold of your doorway. There, you lingered for a moment, your flexed hand reaching up to rest against the door frame. You could feel Quinnâs eyes on your back, and your lips parted as if to say somethingâa sharp retort, a clever quip, anything to fill the silenceâbut no words came.Â
Only a quivering breath left your lips as you stepped into your room and closed the door firmly behind you.Â
The quietness and sudden isolation of your room were suddenly suffocating. Just mere hours ago you had Quinn had woken up there, together, and now he was going to just leave? It felt like some sick and twisted joke that left you trembling as you sank to your knees. You couldnât help but wonder if he had known before breakfast, and that last night only happened because Quinn knew he was going to leave. The what ifs were all-consuming in your mind, raging louder and louder even if you tried to combat them with: Quinn, isnât that kind of guy. Heâs goodâat least thatâs what you wanted to believe. But the thought wasnât enough. Your tears came anyway, hot and unrelenting as you silently sobbed. The hot tears spilled down your cheeks as you pressed your psalm into your face to muffle any sound that threatened to escape your lips.Â
Quinn was leaving. After everything. After the awkward days of learning to live together, and the late-night talks, the laughter, and the moments that felt too intimate to be casual. Youâd finally allowed yourself to settle into the strange shared existence the two of you had been thrust into. For two weeks, it was just the two of you alone in the little world that was your apartment. When Chris had dropped him off weeks ago, you knew the arrangement was temporary. At one point you had been counting down the hours until he could leave⌠but now, as you struggled through shallow breaths in search of a glimmer of composure, you had to accept he was leaving you behind, and it felt achingly permanent.Â
In just twenty-four hours, Quinn would be gone.
You spent each one of them alone in your room, your mind racing with so many things you wanted to say, but never brought yourself to. As the next time you left your room, the apartment was unbearably quiet, void of Quinnâs presence. And for the first time in weeks, you were truly alone.Â
#quinn hughes#vancouver canucks#nhl rpf#nhl fanfic#nhl fanfiction#hockey rpf#hockey smut#quinn hughes x reader#;; { you will see me challenging myself with different players throughout the year }#dividers by: cafekitsune#;; { if you voted in my 1 or 2 poll this is what you voted for btw }
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you guys like me going off on random DA tangents and musings, right?? because I've been awake too long so you're getting another one
I have been sat here trying to figure out Why Lucanis' prison looks like a bunch of ice and why it was so far away from the "lab" settings for a while now. (arguably two rooms fit this description, the one where Lucanis tells you about Zara and the one right outside his phylactery room) Like, even without that bridge being broken, it's in such a bizarre corner of the Ossuary. And I mean, it wouldn't really matter with a normal prisoner, but Lucanis was a notorious Crow and mage killer on top of that, plus he was Zara's special little guy to fuck with. You would not want to take him for a long walk to experience the worst shit on earth every few days. Maybe it's close enough to the little room where he mentions Zara and maybe she wanted him close to the door so she didn't have to go far to torture him, but again, leaving such a challenging subject close to the exit seems like a bad choice. You want him to have to get through so many guys and doors before escaping so you have time to take him down.
This also ignores the magic required to leave, but they're not clear on what that is and not all the Venatori are mages so there's gotta be a mundane way out he could snatch off a guard. I digress, the whole ice cage and far off room doesn't make sense. But we know they were shipping demons to Zara. (I'm pretty sure the few demons you confront in Minrathous were Zara's little pets set loose so we can assume she wanted them in the capital for the eventual Venatori coup on the crown) If Zara was about to be stuck in Minrathous for the foreseeable future, setting things into motion for Elgar'nan, I could see her wanting her pet Crow at her side. Especially if you consider the initial idea for Lucanis: he was going to be a mind controlled murder puppet before you break him out.
Sure, Spite didn't crack open his ribcage and crawl out like some new horror, but having a demon in Lucanis lets her control him via the phylactery if not just outright with her blood magic. Maybe his will was too strong for mundane control, but the phylactery works. We know it works based off of Lucanis' dialogue about it. So we know she had a surefire way to keep him under control. (There's a whole other post exploring the amount of dead Venatori and the fact that Lucanis still has his leathers and weapons [which would make sense if he was Zara's murder puppet, but alas] and whether Lucanis recently made a break for it or if the loose demons/spirits/undead killed them all) Maybe he kept his leathers because Zara wanted him presentable upon delivery, I don't know.
But I do think he was being prepped to move. The Ossuary is falling apart, Zara is pulling all the best results, they're losing personnel and servants without being given more; Zara was clearly moving on from that location. But she wanted her little Antivan prize. He's too dangerous to move normally, a Crow is likely to escape if given an inch especially a skilled one like Lucanis, so they need to lock him down somehow. Ropes and chains aren't reliable, not with a Crow, but he's not a mage. You can use magic. You can literally put him on ice. I think they were packaging him up in an ice cube and doing it next(ish) to the door so they could more easily move him. I think Zara was going to take him and his phylactery to Minrathous and use him to cause some absolutely ruthless mayhem in the city before her cult took it over.
I think Rook showing up weakened the spell being cast just enough for Lucanis and Spite to break out, and I think it saved a whole lot of lives.
#I had to scroll so far back in a group chat for that screenshot because 1) I think it's funny and 2) it's what made me think of this#like the Ossuary makes very little sense layout wise for what they claim it is#even as repurposed ruins they really just assigned random rooms for stuff#they don't even have that many cells! it should have been far more harrowing imo#but I may be biased here#anyways I continue to scramble for breadcrumbs about Zara and Lucanis#she could also have just wanted him as a trophy and that was more like crystal and not ice#which means he probably wasn't going to survive that whole thing lol#why she remained in Treviso after the breakout- I'm not sure#maybe she just wanted to see Illario squirm lol#or maybe she was going to send Lucanis ahead while she tidied up in Antiva#I'm not really sure what else she was doing in the city since we don't get much on her#things I've been thinking about while writing the fic etc etc#lucanis dellamorte#lucanis#yeah I am tagging it be subjected to my ramblings#Dragon Age#Dragon Age Veilguard#DAV#DAV Posting
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Ok, confession time.....wriothesley and gallagher....there thats it
-Smooch Anonđ
The Weight of Unspoken Words
Tags: Gallagher x Reader, Wriosthesley x Reader, Confession, Slow Burn, Confession, Vulnerability, Romance, Introspection, Emotional Depth, Quiet Moments, Inner Turmoil.
Warnings: Mild Emotional Angst, Introspection on Loss and Loneliness, Mild Suggestion of Relationship Dynamics.
A/N: first time writing about dilfs lookin ahh them đ§ââď¸
The bar was nearly empty, save for a few patrons scattered about. The faint clink of ice against glass echoed through the dimly lit room as Gallagher expertly prepared another drink. His rough hands moved with precision, yet there was a certain gentleness in the way he handled the glass. His eyes, distant and weary, flickered up briefly to meet yours before he returned to his work.
"You've been quiet tonight," you said, your voice soft, trying not to disturb the silence that had settled between the two of you.
Gallagher paused, his movements faltering for just a moment. He took a breath, as though collecting his thoughts, before setting the shaker down on the counter. His gaze shifted to the window, his expression unreadable.
"I've been thinking," he said, the words almost a whisper, as if he were speaking to himself more than to you.
You leaned forward slightly, intrigued by the rare vulnerability in his voice. Gallagher rarely shared his thoughts, and you couldn't help but feel honored to be the one he chose to speak to tonight.
He turned back to you, his eyes glimmering with something deeper than the usual melancholy. There was a quiet longing behind them, something that had been buried for a long time.
"There's a lot Iâve lost," he continued, his voice steady but tinged with sadness. "A lot Iâve seen. And itâs... left me empty. But when I look at you, itâs like... for just a moment, I donât feel so alone anymore."
His hand hovered near the bottle, but his attention was focused solely on you now. The sincerity in his words was unlike anything you'd heard from him before.
"I don't know if I deserve it," he muttered, his gaze faltering for a second. "But Iâd like to try. For you."
He didn't need to say more. The weight of his words hung in the air, and in that moment, you knew what he meant. It was a quiet confession, one not of grand gestures, but of a man willing to open himself up, just a little, to the possibility of something more.
The Fortress of Meropide was always quiet, a place where silence reigned. But tonight, the stillness felt differentâthicker, as if something was hanging in the air. You had come to deliver some reports to Wriothesley in his office, but now, you found yourself standing in the middle of the room, unsure of what to say next.
Wriothesley was seated at his desk, his fingers drumming lightly against the wood as he read over some documents. His eyes flickered to you for a brief moment, then returned to his work.
"You seem lost in thought," you said softly, stepping closer to his desk. "Something on your mind?"
He paused, setting down the papers, his gaze now fully focused on you. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. His calm demeanor was as composed as ever, but you could sense an unspoken tension between you.
"I suppose... I've been thinking about how much I value peace," he began, his voice as calm as ever, yet there was a hint of something more, something tender beneath the surface. "How much I cherish the quiet moments. The simple ones, like this."
He stood up, slowly walking toward you, his steps deliberate and measured. As he neared, his eyes softened, and you could see the exhaustion that lingered beneath his composed exterior.
"Iâve been surrounded by chaos for most of my life," he continued, his voice low, almost intimate. "But in you, I find a peace I didnât know I was missing."
You could feel your heart race as he reached out, gently taking your hand in his. The touch was warm, reassuring, and in that moment, you knew what he was about to say.
"You've become more than just someone I rely on," he confessed, his words steady but full of sincerity. "I don't want to imagine a life without you in it. Will you stay by my side, through whatever comes?"
The question was simple, yet it carried the weight of everything he'd said beforeâa promise, a desire for something more. You didn't need to say a word; the connection between you two was enough. Wriothesley's confession was a quiet one, but in its stillness, it spoke volumes.
#x reader#honkai star rail#hsr#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#hsr gallagher#gallager x reader#honkai gallagher#gallagher hsr#gallagher honkai star rail#honkai star rail gallagher#wriothesley#wriothesely genshin#wriothesely x reader#wriosthesley#genshin impact#genshin x you#genshin x reader#genshin impact x you#genshin impact x gender neutral reader#genshin x y/n#genshin impact x reader#confessions#slow burn#romance#introspection#emotional depth#quiet moments#inner turmoil
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