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fan-fantasies · 2 years ago

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Worth the Wait

A/N: this has the worst ending ever, but at least I got it done!

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x female!Reader

Warnings: swearing, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex

The fire crackling in the corner of your room was no match for the bitter cold settling in outside. You watched out the window as the first few flakes fell to the ground. Fellow students ran quickly for shelter, to hunker down in preparation for the storm.

You chuckled to yourself at the foolishness of them, thinking that they could escape whatever was coming- wrapping their jackets tighter around them seeking some form of relief from the relentless cold.

The cold never bothered you, with being a vampire and all, which boded well for you growing up in chilly Vermont. The same could not be said for your roommate, Bri, who was a siren who preferred the warm waters of summertime.

“Can’t it just be June already?” She asked with a huff as she burst through the door. Her ‘friend’, Ajax, followed close behind.

“That’s not how Vermont works,” you said with a small smile playing on your lips. You pulled yourself from your seat at the window so join your friends.

“I just hate the cold so much,” she signed.

“I know a way to warm you up,” Ajax smirked at her.

“Shut up!”

“Yes, please shut up,” you fake gagged.

You thumbed through one of your favorite books as the two of them sat on Bri’s bed in awkward silence.

“So we were actually gonna study,” Bri said. You turned to look at the two of them curiously.

“Is that so?” You asked, trying to hide your amusement. “Well since you guys are going to…study…I suppose I’ll head down to the library and get some actual studying done.”

You sent Bri a wink as she mouthed a “thank you” before you walked out the door.

You did make your way to the library, just not the one open to the average student population.

Snapping twice, the passage to the Night Shades library opened, welcoming you in with a familiar warm glow. You set your bag at a table in the corner and pulled out your notebook. It wasn’t exactly studying, but writing was your passion and college work came easily enough that you could write in your free time.

Not much time had passed when you heard footsteps approaching. You let out an annoyed sigh and closed your journal- you had no intentions of socializing.

“Well, well, well- looks what the wind blew in,” a voice chuckled from the dark passage. “I thought bats were supposed to hang out in the belfries.”

“Actually, that’s a fantastic idea, Xavier. I think I’ll head there now,” you snapped. You stood up from your seat and shoved your journal back in your bag.

“Aw what’s the rush, sweetheart?” He asked in mock sadness.

You and Xavier were once close friends, and you secretly had hoped for it to turn into more. But once he started dating Bianca back in high school it was like you didn’t exist. Even after they broke up, he had become interested in Wednesday Addams so you continued to fly below his radar.

It didn’t surprise you when you two ended up at the same university nor did it surprise you when he continued to ignore you.

Everything changed, however, when he had asked you to the winter ball your freshman year.

“And why on earth would you think I’d want to go with you?” You nearly shrieked.

“Because you’re not going with anyone else?” Your jaw dropped at his statement.

“So you think you can ignore me for a couple years and I’ll just fall for your charms as soon as you decide you want me in your life again? Fuck you, Xavier,” you hissed.

“I wouldn’t be opposed; you’re pretty cute when you’re pissed,” he said with a smirk. Your stomach flipped at his words and the only thing you could think to do was trudge away from him.

After that encounter, he made it his mission to annoy and fluster you. You had no problem engaging in a battle of wits with him but anytime he got flirtatious your brain would turn to goo and you’d have to run away.

“You probably shouldn’t leave just yet, it’s getting pretty nasty out there.”

“Why did you come here then, if it’s so nasty outside?” You asked.

“I forgot something here the other day and needed to grab it,” he shrugged.

“Then by all means; grab whatever you want and head back to your room.”

You could see the wheels turning in his head before he smirked and walked over to you.

“Grab whatever I want, huh? Are you sure about that?” He asked, backing you up against the table.

“Xavier…”

“(Y/N)…”

You could feel his breath fan across your face. Your hands hurt from how hard you were gripping onto the table. He leaned in closer…and closer…until he pulled away completely.

You fought the urge to let out a whine as he backed away from you. You were disappointed, then sad (thinking maybe he had wanted you), and then angry for letting him trick you into thinking such a thing.

“You know what, Xavier? You can go fuck yourself! You’re such an asshole!”

“Is that so, sweetheart?”

You were the one to back him up this time, practically pinning him to the wall. The amused smirk never left his face while he stared at you.

“I’m sick of you messing with me! You drop me for whatever girl so much as looks your way and then all of a sudden you think it’s funny to flirt with me and joke around!”

“Who said I was joking?” He asked.

“That’s all you took away from that? My god, you’re really fucking dense,” you snapped. “I’m sick of you using me for your own amusement until you find another girl to mess with.”

Xavier grabbed your waist and flipped you, so you were now the one with your back pressed against the cool, stone wall.

“What if you’re wrong? What if you weren’t the one I was using?” He asked.

“That makes no sense.”

“Did it never occur to you that maybe I was using Bianca and Wednesday to get over you—the one girl that I wanted who wouldn’t return those feelings?”

“That’s fucking bullshit,” you said, refusing to fall for it. Xavier’s grip on your waist tightened as you heard a low growl coming from his chest.

Before you could think, his lips were on yours. The kiss was fast and angry, a tangle of teeth and tongue- years of pent up feelings were all being let out in that moment.

His hands roamed your body, appreciating every inch. His fingers crept dangerously close to your core from beneath your skirt. His lips found their way to your neck, pressing hot kisses to the base of your throat.

“Xavier..” you whimper. The man chuckled before falling to his knees before you. He pulled your stockings and panties down in one pull. The two of you made eye contact for a split second before he disappeared under your skirt.

You braced yourself against the wall as his tongue slid between your folds. He kitten licked your clit quickly before diving deeper into your pussy. You were a mess at his touch in no time at all. You knew no one had ever made you feel that good before and you were scared that he had ruined you for anyone else to come.

“Fuck, Xavier!”

Your hands tangled in his hair and pulled him closer to you. You could feel yourself coming closer and closer to your orgasm.

Your knees became weak as it crashed over you- Xavier supporting you as best he could while making sure to prolong your orgasm as long as possible.

“You tasted better than I ever imagined,” he said as he stood back up, locking lips with you again. The aftershocks from your orgasm along with tasting yourself on his tongue was enough to make your head swim.

“Do you want me to fuck you, baby? Want me to fill you with my cock?” He growled as he fumbled with his belt.

“Hmm maybe,” you chuckled, a bit of clarity returning to you, remembering how much he’s teased you in the past. His actions froze and his eyes snapped to yours.

“Maybe? If you think I’m good with my mouth, just think about how good my cock will feel,” he said with a smirk.

“To be fair, I never said you were good with your mouth. You just assumed I wasn’t faking it,” you retorted. His smirk fell while yours grew. His eyes glossed over with anger.

“Do you really have to be such a brat right now?”

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and led you to the table where you were previously sat.

“I should shove my cock down your throat just to shut you up but I can’t wait,” he grunted, pushing you down to lean across the table.

“Patience is a virtue, Xavier,” you replied. He responded with a slap to your bare ass, skirt hiked over your waist.

“You can keep that virtue since I’m about to take yours, love,” he chuckled.

You could feel him line himself up with your entrance before giving you a few teasing thrusts, barely penetrating you.

“Is your answer still maybe?”

“Xavier, stop teasing!”

“Then beg.”

“Please, fuck me, Xavier! I need to feel your cock inside me, fucking me senseless til you fill my pussy with your cum.”

You swore you heard him moan before he even shoved his cock deep inside you. The stretch was painful at first, but it soon subsided into pleasure. His rough hand kneaded your ass as he thrust into you at a bruising pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock, baby,” he grunted. He snaked a hand underneath you and began to play with your clit. “Gotta cum for me first, beautiful.”

“Shit, don’t stop!”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” he chuckled.

He continued fucking you from behind as you felt that familiar pressure begin to build for a second time. A few more thrusts and you were screaming his name, eyes blinded with white hot pleasure.

Xavier wasn’t far behind, stilling inside you with your pussy still hugging tightly. He pulled out slowly, his cum dripping down your thighs.

He helped you stand up, legs still a bit shaky. You did your best to compose yourself and ignore what just transpired between the two of you.

“Soooo…” Xavier was the one to break the silence.

“What?”

“So are you my girlfriend now?” He asked. You couldn’t help the short laugh that came from your mouth.

“What makes you think I want to be your girlfriend?” You tried to play it cool but that’s what you had been wanting for years.

“I meant what I said about using the others. I’ve liked you for as long as I can remember but I was always scared you wouldn’t feel the same way,” he admitted.

“I did feel the same way,” you said. His face lit up for a second. “But you hurt me when you started to act like I didn’t exist, and then when you did, you were kind of a jerk to me.”

“I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you and if you’ll let me, I’d like the chance to prove to you just how much I care about you and make up for being an ass.”

You paused for a moment to think about it which made him terribly nervous.

“I’m gonna have to think about it for a little while,” you said.

“How long is a little while?” He asked. You tried to take a step toward the door but your legs nearly gave out beneath you.

“How about until I can walk properly again?” You said with a laugh, which broke the tension in the room.

“That may be a quite a long time then, because I don’t plan on letting you walk right so long as I have a day in it,” he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek while helping you regain your balance.

“Then quite a long time it will be then,” you chuckled. He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips before wrapping your jacket around you.

“You’re worth the wait, beautiful. Always have been.”

#xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe smut #wednesday netflix

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doveshovel · 6 months ago

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can we get more Hunter lore? 👉👈 niche little blorbo

!! Can't believe my little guy has gained niche blorbo status. I am honored, thank you anon <3

Feels it's important to mention that I'm not a very good writer, and Hunter's entire deal is essentially just me trying to make a character whose backstory is wildly out of place in the girl power sparkly horsie game but still sort of works with the cannon actions of the player character. This is just a hastily thrown together summary of how he winds up in Jorvik. That said, of course you can get more Hunter lore! :^D Sorry this took so long but I had to do some art to go with it :'))

Everything's tucked below since there ended up being a lot more than expected :') I think it's all fairly mild but

Content Warnings: Image 1: Some mild blood

Image 2: (dressed) head injury

Hunter's pre-jorvik summary contains: patricide, improper body disposal, vehicle theft (x5), unlawful operation of motor vehicles, crossing state lines with stolen property, trespassing, breaking and entering, evading arrest, speeding, and other minor crimes. Also some mention of drowning, concussion, and brain damage.

When an attempt to slip away from his childhood home in the dead of night goes awry, Hunter accidentally hits and subsequently kills his father with a stolen car, then does some sloppy short-notice body disposal. It's nowhere near enough to make sure he's not a suspect, but it does ensure that the body isn't found for another week (until the neighbors come by to ask why his father wasn't at church, only to find that the front door's been left wide open and a small family of raccoons have made their home in the kitchen). He makes his way from his old house in rural North Carolina (U.S.) northwards through eight states under cover of night, switching cars three times along the way (once in Virginia, once in Pennsylvania, and again in New Jersey) until he arrives at the coast of Massachusetts.

^Hunter, age 19, 5 hours after hiding the body of his father

It's here that (not knowing shit about sailing, boats, or oceanic navigation) he chooses an old pontoon in a private dock to hotwire and sail across the Atlantic with the hope of evading prosecution. Three days into the so-far shockingly successful voyage, rough seas capsize his little vessel, leaving Hunter stranded half-conscious and about two-thirds drowned on some debris until the North Atlantic Current carries him into Jorvegian fishing territory. Five days after accidentally murdering his father, he's spotted drifting on some debris by the crew of a Jorvik fishing vessel and brought back to Cape West where he gets some bearings and starts life anew. :^)

The little pontoon isn't so lucky, and its remains wash up along the coast of Maine nearly three weeks later. By then, it's been connected to Hunter's murder + string of vehicle thefts, and he's presumed to have died at sea in an unsuccessful getaway. In some ways, he did.

Most memories of life before the storm have been wiped clear from his brain, and what little that returns in brief flashes is usually just as quickly forgotten again. Some foggy details of events in early childhood remain, but his entire personality is altered by damage and Hunter becomes someone else entirely, often feeling that he's living in a borrowed body.

^old doodle of Hunter, age 19, a week after landing in Cape West

Hunter spends about two weeks recovering from a concussion and anoxic brain damage at the fishing club's Cape West bunkhouse before he's well enough to start learning the ropes and work doing some slightly less intensive odd-jobs around the village (fixing nets, processing fish, delivering mail, a little stablehand work at Goldenleaf, etc.). He attends a riding camp in Moorland towards the end of his first year in Jorvik at the suggestion of Mr.Trout, who believes it'll be a good way to get some better ideas of what the horse-loving isle of Jorvik has to offer and find some sense of self beyond Goldenhills Valley.

From here, its essentially the main storyline with some minor changes and seasonings thrown in :^)

#oc asks #sso oc #my art #oUGH THIS ENDED UP LONG. SORRY #there's probably typos and a ton of plotholes and poorly thought out details. I'm just having fun with this guy fr #thank you so much for the ask though anon! This was very fun and inspired some new art :D #Young(er) hunter has short hair! It grows over a year or two and he can't be bothered to cut it :) which leads to his present day design

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fionajames · 11 months ago

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Hey Jamieeeeeeee

So about that Rex x reader thing…. 🤭 may I request that please? But can I ask if the reader can be apart of the war and gets hurt a lot because she cares about her troopers, like she can take on Krell with her bare hands because he looked at Rex wrong? (This totally isn’t related to an OC I’m writing a story about, wdym)

line of fire - rex

A/N: Hey, Sha!!! Hru? Hope this is what you wanted, srry it took so long! Please send requests guys!!!

It was well known in the Republic’s army that you were very protective over your troops, not to mention self-less. It worried many people - not that you were aware it did - including some of the other Jedi Generals, a particular Padawan and many Clones.

It showed now especially, when you stood in front of your Commander glaring down a monster taller than you. Said monster was staring at you with cold intrigue, eyes flickering with bloodshot yellow. It took a lot of your will and mind not to activate your lightsaber and plunge its blade into his chest right then and there.

“Master Krell,” you snarled, pointing a finger at him. “I am in charge of my own troops. I treat them the way I think is right, if you have a problem, you can take it up with Master Yoda, but never - and I’ll repeat, never - speak to my Commander or Clones that way.”

Your Commander was spluttering quietly behind you, desperately attempting to convince you to let it be. “General, please,” he whispered, his voice cracking with fear.

“You forget, young one,” Krell growled, ignoring the Clone’s feverishly spoken words. “That you are below me.”

“I may be,” you snapped back, stepping away from your Commander and forcing Krell further away from your troops. “But many aren’t. Many that would agree with me.”

The Jedi glared at you for a few more moments, before turning and leaving. You smirked slightly, watching him storm off. But that was when it clicked. His eyes had been yellow, but not a normal colour yellow, bloodshot yellow.

The eyes of a-

Sith.

Without another thought you leapt forward, holding the blade of your lightsaber against his throat, giving you a clear look at the colour. “You traitor,” you snarled. Now that you knew, you couldn’t help but wonder how you’d missed it. Krell was seeping dark energy.

“The only traitor here is you!” Krell snapped instead, his lightsaber clashing with yours. And so the fight began. You traded lightsaber strikes back and forth, your troops surrounding the pair of you, ready to get a shot at the monster when you weren’t in risk.

It wasn’t a very long battle, as you were a very skilled fighter. When you managed to push him far enough away, the Clones opened fire, and the monster fell limp. You arrested and detained Krell, comming Yoda to tell him of the betrayal. He was saddened, but grateful you’d spotted the wanna-be-Sith.

Only a few hours later, you found yourself in the medbay of Anakin Skywalker’s ship. Your memory was too foggy to remember why or how you got there, more focused on the lightsaber burns and near-misses on your skin. They were instantly cauterised by the heat of the lightsaber, but Krell had also managed to grab and throw you several times, leaving huge gashes seeping with blood.

The quiet of the room was interrupted when a familiar Clone burst through the door, worry rolling off of him in waves like a sea. Kix had left earlier after cleaning your wounds and giving you some meds or drugs that had definitely not helped with the foggy state your brain was in.

“Are you alright?” Rex called, rushing to your side. You couldn’t find the energy to respond, so instead you sat on the cot, rocking from side-to-side subconsciously. Your mouth tasted metallic already, and the idea of talking just made you want to vomit. “Cyar’ika?”

“‘M alright,” you drawled, leaning forward to rest your forehead on Rex’s shoulder, closing your eyes. Words felt like bricks on your tongue.

“You don’t look alright,” he fretted, assessing your state with a furrowed brow and fearful brown eyes. “In fact, you look anything but fine.”

“Fine,” you repeated, whimpering ever-so-slightly at the burn of bile in your throat. “Water.”

Your friend - or maybe you were more, but neither of you had really decided on labels - moved to grasp a glass and fill it with water, holding it to your lips gently. You took the cup from his hands gratefully, drinking quickly. Your throat burned less.

“Cyar’ika, what were you thinking?” Rex whispered, but it was rhetorical. He interlaced your fingers, his chin resting on your head. “You could’ve been killed. We don’t deserve to be stood up for like that, especially when it points someone else’s life on the line.”

You sat up abruptly, glaring weakly into his brown eyes. “You do!” You snapped, tears welling in your eyes. You were exhausted - mentally and physically - and wounded, a comment so carelessly said was more than enough to push you over the edge. “It’s not fair that you guys are so ill-treated, you deserve much more!”

You were slightly offended on behalf of your troops, as Rex wasn’t just talking about himself, he meant all Clones.

Rex’s eyes widened, realising he’d gone too far, he wrapped his arms around you. “Oh, cyar’ika, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

“You did!” You cried out pathetically, too frustrated to be calmed quickly. “You did and I hate it!”

Not knowing what he should do, Rex pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry,” he whispered again. “I was just worried. I got so scared when the General got Master Yoda’s comm.”

You sighed, moving to bury your face in the crook of his neck. “‘T’s alright,” you murmured, voice muffled. Rex sighed contently.

“Please don’t do that again.”

“Do what again?”

“Go around fighting Sith,” he managed to say, a crack of pain in his voice.

“Y’know me, Rex, I can’t stop for too long.”

“Oh, hush, cyar’ika, or I’m going to get Kix to keep you here.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“I will, now hush.”

A moment of silence, then-

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A/N: Hope you enjoyed, send requests please!!!

#the clone wars #tcw #501st legion #anakin skywalker #captain rex #ahsoka #clones #clone troopers #star wars #clone wars #commander #captain #jedi #jedi general #pong krell #ka’ra writes ❤️

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redbullcateringfiction · 1 year ago

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Chapter 6 -

Cantata

Arabella is the executive assistant for Mercedes Team Principal Toto Wolff. 10 years into her career, it looks like the tide is changing, and she's beginning to question her relationship with him. Is it something more, or nothing but an idea lingering in her head?

F/M, Fluff, Boss/Employee Relationship, Romance, Pining, Love, Slow Burn

Sixth chapter below the cut or click here for AO3

Click here for the previous chapter on Tumblr, and click here for a list of all chapters

(Total: 26637 words thus far)

Apologies for the long wait. Life happens, as I'm sure people know.

~redbullcateringfiction

I looked at myself in the mirror. The flight sleeping had taken its toll on me and I certainly looked more tired than I felt. I quickly threw on a light concealer. Just enough to make myself look less tired, but not enough to be wearing an obvious amount of makeup. I pulled my hair up, and then pulled it down, evaluating the two options, when suddenly there was a knock on the door. I opened it just a crack, and there stood Toto.

“Toto, cell phones exist,” I sighed, swinging the door open fully.

“I’m old school. If I can walk a short distance and get an in person conversation, I will,” Toto answered.

“Meh. Fine, what is it?”

“Where did you want to go for dinner so I can set up a reservation?” Toto asked.

“Oh…well there’s some amazing Arabic restaurants here. It’s rarely a food I can enjoy, so I would love it today,” I smiled.

“Excellent. I think there’s one on the pool deck.”

“On the pool deck. In this weather?” I asked.

“How do you mean? It looks a bit dim out, but nothing more than that.”

“Dust storm is coming,” I explained. “Here, come on in.”

“Oh, alright,” He nodded as I opened the door.

“Take a look out the window,” I explained, walking towards the window with him. The floor to ceiling windows provided a perfect opportunity for me to explain.

“There’s no wall of dust on the horizon. Not yet. But those aren’t normal thunder clouds. The sky isn’t dim because the cloud is blocking the sky, and that cloud isn’t brown because the sun is setting. That particular cloud is filled with dust,” I explained. Out on the horizon, you could see the towering, mountainous thundercloud. It was filled with desert sand, and I could only imagine the havoc it was leaving behind it. Here though, it was normal. For Arabs, the desert conditions are the only way life functions.

“Interesting. Will it clear out by tomorrow?” Toto asked.

“No chance. It won’t clear out until at least tomorrow night,” I explained.

“Bad for the track. Bad for the cars. Worse for testing,” Toto sighed learning back.

“Don’t worry. I scheduled a meeting with Aero for tonight.”

“Then we better get dinner now and not later,” Toto said, smiling and turning around. I chuckled.

“I guess that’s the only thing we can do until the meeting.”

“Well, then, there’s another Arabic restaurant on the 5th floor,” I answered.

“Indoors?” Toto asked, walking towards the door. He chuckled at his own joke.

“No, no. It's completely outdoors. In fact, it's actually in the dust storm,” I smiled back.

“So sarcastic,” He mocked, holding the door for me as we walked towards the elevator.

“A celebrity, Arabella?” My aunt asked, as my sister, Farah, took a bite of her hummus. She dipped a cucumber in it with a smirk on her face. She knew very well where this was going.

“I’m not really a celebrity. I mean, don’t get me wrong, we’re better off than most bands but we’re not Def Leppard or anything,” Cathal explained, smiling. I shot him a look. His huge blue eyes looked at me and got giant. I could tell he was desperately searching his brain for what he had done wrong.

“Well if our cousins knew who you were without me even having to say ‘music,’ I’d say you’re a celebrity,” My aunt smiled. The room was quiet. Practically silent, in fact. I watched as my Farah’s husband, Mehdi, brought in another bowl of hummus. My sister had practically devoured the first bowl of hummus. It had been her number one pregnancy craving. At least, that’s what I found out half an hour ago.

“Auntie…he’s just humble I guess,” I smiled.

“I wouldn’t go that far. I’ve definitely got some cockiness,” Cathal chuckled. I shot him another glance. I knew something dumb was about to come out of his mouth. This time the eyes were small and just as searching. He brushed his blonde hair out of his face. It desperately needed to be cut, but he swore it looked good.

“Vanity is a sin,” My aunt answered. “That’s why you should be Muslim.” I watched as Farah nearly spit out her food with laughter. I watched as the reasoning slapped Cathal in the face. He grinned through gritted teeth as my aunt left the room, making her excellent impression.

“I’m…I’m gonna run to the bathroom,” Cathal told me, quickly running off. My sister looked at me, and then at her husband before they both burst out in laughter.

“You’ve got some nerve bringing a little white boy who makes music about so many things a strict Muslim aunt hates to Marrakech,” Mehdi snarked.

“Oh, be nice. White boys have always been her type. Since France, at least,” Farah laughed.

“Alright, alright. I get it,” I sighed, putting my head in my hands.

Nour took a seat next to me. My brother.

“You know, the whole boarding school thing isn’t very funny,” Nour said, dipping his carrot into the hummus. “Just because you were the only one to not get shipped off, Farah, doesn’t mean you’re better than us. You’re just the golden child.”

“For a reason,” Farah shrugged. There are 4 of us. Nour is the oldest, 12 years older than me. Then, he’s followed by my brother Chadi, who’s 7 years older than me. Then finally, my sister Farah, only 3 years older than me. And then, there’s me. The youngest. I had barely had a chance to know Chadi and Nour. Nour was already at boarding school by the time I was born. Chadi wouldn’t go till I was 5, but had disappeared all the same one day. Honestly, none of us even really knew where Chadi was or what he was doing. All we knew was that he wasn't dead because Nour would sometimes send pictures of Chadi he had found online or through their mutual friends. The only reason we knew where Nour was, is because he makes a point to show up at holidays completely randomly, with no rhyme or reason. Every time though, he made a point to defend me against Farah and her antics. Too bad there was no tie between us. We hadn’t even met till I was 18. He had apparently been coming home already for 2 years at that point after he graduated from University. But I hadn’t been there.

Farah stood up and left the room, taking her husband and the hummus with her.

“That one’s a raging bitch,” Nour sighed. I watched as he cracked a beer under the table and poured it into an opaque cup. “Do you want one?”

“God, fuck, yes,” I said handing him the cup under the table.

“I’ll do you one better,” He said. I watched as he took out a bottle of vodka and poured a good amount into the cup.

“That’s way more than a shot,” I whispered.

“It’s what you need,” Nour answered. He handed it back to me and I took it right back. He took the cup back and poured the beer into it. As soon as he managed to put the bottles back into his bag, Auntie walked by again.

“That better not be alcohol, Nour. It’s haram,” She ordered him.

“It's not, Auntie. It’s Barbican,” he smiled.

“Good, good,” She nodded as she left the room.

“Cathal seems nice, Bella,” Nour smiled. I cringed at the shortening of my name. However, he barely knew me despite being my brother. I had to forgive him.

“He is. He’s honestly a sweetheart,” I smiled.

“I didn’t say all that. He’s nice,” Nour warned. I narrowed my eyes.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“I personally really like storms, Bella. I like the thunder rolling in. I like the rain pouring down. I like the way the sky grows gray and watching the cars quickly turn on their fastest wipers. I really like storms. I find them nice. Nevertheless, I know that they’re chaotic. I get the sense you also find chaos nice,” Nour explained, taking a sip out of his cup.

“I don’t,” I answered. “I like structure.”

“Really? Or do you like managing chaos?” He asked. Cathal quickly rounded the corner.

“Hi, did I miss anything?” He asked, pulling out his chair.

“Nothing serious,” Nour smiled at him.

I looked at Toto, watching as his eyes scanned the menu. “I don’t eat Arabic food frequently,” He struggled. I couldn’t help but chuckle slightly.

“I’d recommend the chicken machboos. It’s the national dish of Bahrain,” I smiled.

He looked up at me, his eyes finally parting from the menu for the first time since he had gotten it. “Is that what you’re eating?” He asked. I nodded. He took a deep breath and set the menu down. “Then sure, sure.”

We sat there awkwardly for just a moment. While yes, we had developed a friendship over our years of working together, it could never quite outweigh our working relationship. It made it slightly difficult to actually communicate at times like this. That is to say, moments where our working relationship was the reason why we were together, but the event itself was much more casual than one might assume.

“How was the flight for you?” Toto asked.

“Sleepy,” I answered. He smiled.

“I know. You fell asleep so soon after take off. You always get cold so soon before me that I figured if I knew it was cold, you would be shivering when you woke up,” He explained. Quite a few car rides with Toto had featured me pulling on my sweater as he reached to roll down the window. He would always apologize profusely, but seeing him sitting there with sweat pouring down his brow, I would always tell him it was fine to roll the window down. He would hesitate, but I would tell him I was perfectly warm with my sweater.

“So, that’s why you got me a blanket?” I asked.

“I was surprised Bono hadn’t already,” He shrugged.

“I thought it had been him when I woke up,” I answered. While Toto and I generally had very different interpretations of temperature, Bono and I were one in the same. “Was he not cold?”

“No, not really. He hadn’t noticed it,” Toto answered. “But he had on many more layers than you.”

“The same as you?”

“Yes…Is this an interrogation about a decision to get a blanket for my assistant?” Toto asked, raising his eyebrow.

“It’s conversation,” I answered, mocking his earlier shrug.

“No, no. You’re questioning me. You can’t sass your way out of this one, Arabella,” He leaned in.

“I absolutely can, and I will,” I laughed. “I was just curious. Bono is usually cold, and you’re usually warm. It just struck me as strange that Bono didn’t think it was cold. I’m not saying you can’t get me a blanket as I’m knocked out. I’m just saying it’s weird Bono didn’t think it was cold easily an hour before you.”

“Well he was right next to the window. Maybe the sun was keeping him warm,” Toto shrugged.

“Were you not?” I answered.

“Arabella…” He warned. “People can be cold and warm at different times.”

“Alright, alright. Dropping the curiosity.”

He leaned back as I, myself, backed off. I could see the smirk on his face.

“No, no. Now you think you won,” I argued.

“It’s not an argument, Arabella. No winners, no losers,” He laughed.

“Then why the smirk?” I responded.

“Nothing. I smirk.”

“For no reason?”

“Sometimes.”

“Liar.”

He was saved by the bill as the waiter wandered over, bringing with him a tray of vegetables and hummus. We ordered our same dishes and he walked away. I kept my head down, looking at the vegetables I was trying to pick. Just barely within my sight, I could see Toto looking at me still smirking. I could pick my head up and catch him in the act or I could drop it. I’m quite pushy…but I dropped it.

“Besides bullying me, what are you planning to do during testing tomorrow?” Toto asked.

“I’m going to be in the garage with you. Too many people running around, and too much business to handle to be anywhere else,” I answered.

“Ah right. You have your phone off mute so the engineers can harass you into passing around the messages they could easily speak over the headset?” He asked.

“Absolutely not. They’re all on notice. During race weekends, they can only text me if for some reason they can’t find someone, but only if they’ve checked absolutely everywhere. If they haven’t, call them over the headset and see if they respond. Otherwise, fine, I’ll take a look. They’ve probably got themselves on the wrong radio channel.”

“Good, good. I’m surprised they haven’t gotten around to asking you to help with the pit yet, all they ask for,” Toto answered. He brushed his hair around with his hand, trying to get an idea of what it looked like with just his hand. I went into my purse and took out a makeup mirror, and passed it to him.

“There wouldn’t be any time even if they wanted me to. Half the time I’m running around replacing headsets, alerting people of strategy changes that they have yet to notice, and delivering small things I usually carry for myself and you to random people. I’ve lost so many hair ties over the years,” I sighed. “That won’t change. The only thing that will change is the other half of what I usually do. Find people because they don’t want to clog up the headset. But that’s why there’s other radio channels.”

“Perhaps this is my fault,” Toto began, messing with his fingers. “Maybe we shouldn’t be talking about work?”

“Honestly, it’s the only thing going on in my life,” I shrugged. “Not much else for me.”

“Certainly I’m devoted to work, but I also keep a healthy personal life,” Toto stared at me. His eyebrow raised, implying that no actual question was needed.

“I have no children and my family is irritating. I keep to myself. Don’t worry. I enjoy life,” I explained.

“You don’t need children or family to have a personal life. Friendships exist, and they’re quite fulfilling.”

“I know. I just don’t make friends very easily.”

I wish I had just been lying to end the conversation faster, but it was true. I have Bono. I apparently have a lawyer who I didn’t have a very good date with. But I don’t have much else outside of that. Even if I wanted to be generous and call Toto a friend, I would still only have 3. And none of them are women. Don’t get wrong, men and women can be friends. Any other perspective on that is silly. Nonetheless, there is something special about friendship with women. Over the years, I had tastes of it. Just brief fleeting exchanges with drunk girls in bathrooms, or coworkers like Marie who I shared some details with. Never anything longer term or more than amicable. Friendship between women, I had noticed, was so intimate.

I could easily recall my mother’s friends showing up in the evenings on the weekends. Sipping wine while discussing things about their relationships. I learned things about my parents’ relationship that I never would’ve known by pretending to sleep on the floor. My mother would go on, and on, and on about every little thing from the books she read to the bills she paid. Her friends would listen attentively, taking a genuine interest, and then go on about their own similar stories. I would lay there on the floor, and at some point, genuinely fall asleep to their stories.

I had yet to maintain a friendship like that. My relationships with women have often been shallow, and frequently, that was my fault. Most of my friendships have been shallow, actually. I will ignore the request to hang out, or them asking me to lunch. I would rather read a book and never discuss it, keeping the details to myself.

“I doubt that. You’re friendly.”

“Am I?” I raised an eyebrow.

“When you want to be,” He smiled. I laughed at the comment.

“No, no. You’re right though. It’s more the keeping of friends that I struggle with,” I explained. He nodded.

“It's not easy,” He shrugged. I looked at his hands as he again fixed his hair, like a nervous tick. Again, I found myself lingering for too long on his appearance. His dark hair, his darker eyes, his angled smile, and…everything. I felt myself getting hot and quickly looked down at my own hands. How have I gotten here? In this situation? I couldn’t help it, but I also couldn’t ignore it. It’s one thing to know someone’s attractive, and it’s another thing to be attracted. I am attracted to my boss, but thank God I’m smart enough to not act on it. There’s some lines that can’t be crossed, and this is one of them.

“Hot in here?” Toto asked.

“Huh?” I nearly fainted. I wiped my forehead.

“You’re quite red. Here.” He poured a glass of water out of the pitcher for me and I quickly emptied it. I wasn’t red from attraction, I was red from embarrassment. I wasn’t hot from the crush, but from the anxiety of being found out.

“Yes, it’s a little hot,” I groaned.

“And I’m cold. People can be cold and warm at different times. Strange, isn’t it?” He smirked.

“Oh my God,” I sighed, pouring another glass of water for myself. “Did you really just do that?”

“I did, yes. You can’t win every time, Arabella.”

It didn’t happen frequently, but sometimes, Toto would win our minor arguments or discussions. They were always silly conversations, but nevertheless, I didn’t like to lose even the silliest of conversations. So, whenever he managed to just barely one up me enough to collect his own win, it always felt like I had just gone all in and Toto played a royal flush.

“You’re funny,” Toto smirked while staring into my eyes. “I can see those gears turning.”

“No gears. Empty,” I said, tapping my head.

“Empty? Never,” He shook his head. He wasn’t wrong, unfortunately. It is a bit like a hamster on a wheel here.

“If only it were sometimes,” I complained.

“Anxious?” Toto stared at me.

“Always,” I tried to giggle it away. He didn’t seem to receive it well. Damn Austrians and Germans. They joke when they want to and look at you like you’re crazy when you do. I had a desire to explain but I simply shut my mouth and waited for the awkwardness to fizzle out. It didn’t though.

“No, no. Explain,” He waited. “Well, actually, you don’t have to. Just, if there’s anything I can do, explain what it is.”

There is nothing he can do. Nonetheless, I get the sensation that if I say that he won’t believe me. And then if I explain, he’ll feel like he forced it out of me. I don’t mind explaining right now. It feels like finally the somewhat appropriate moment to do so. But nevertheless, I don’t want to. I fiddled with my hands for a moment before opening my mouth.

“I have agoraphobia. I cope with it pretty well, mainly by having this job so I am rarely in a place for too long. If I’m in a place for too long, it starts to feel too similar to home and I have to get out,” I explained. “I just deal with it. No big deal.”

“That seems like a big deal. It literally affects every aspect of your life,” He raised his eyebrow.

“No, it really isn’t. It’s a background thought. The anxiety is too. It’s not something that is destroying my life. I just find it a bit difficult to settle down once I get going.”

“Ah,” He replied. “Does it bother you?”

“No, not really. Like I said, I’ve learned to cope. I’ve learned my methods, and I’m happy with them.”

“Then that’s all that matters,” He affirmed. “You’re happy, then I’m happy for you.”

I watched as the food got brought. It smelled of saffron and immediately gave me a comforting wash of emotions.

“Wait a moment,” Toto interrupted my moment. “Surprise parties. Do you hate those?”

I raised my eyebrow until I realized he was concerned about the agoraphobia and surprise parties.

“No, I quite like them actually. A well planned party is enjoyable no matter how it’s presented. So long as the room isn’t filled to the brim with people, that is,” I laughed. It quickly turned into a chortle. I couldn’t help but find his concern…cute? Adorable? Funny. It was funny. “Wait a moment-”

“No further questions.”

“A surprise party?”

“No further questions, Arabella,” He demanded. “Eat your food. Smells good. Eat it.”

“The audacity of you to think I’ll do as I’m told,” I smirked. Too far, Arabella. Too far. Was that flirty? I was trying to be snarky, but the line is thin. I watched as Toto raised his eyebrows, and then as they settled back down on his face. I felt my heart beat out of my chest as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Trust me, I do not think that,” He answered, leaning in towards me. I watched as he poured more water into my glass. “I know it, in fact.”

“Know what…exactly?”

“Up to you to figure out,” He taunted, taking the first bite of his food. The tension implored me to take the first bite of mine as well. The first bite was delicious but tainted by the sensation of confusion and worry taking me over. All these years of being an adult had just gone out the window. Suddenly, like a middle schooler, I sat trying to analyze his tone and his words. As if I had never learned English and was translating from a dictionary. No, stop. You’re thinking too much, Arabella. I could practically hear Jeffrey in my head laughing at the way I could no longer tell the difference between tension and tension.

“It’s good,” I coughed, pointing at the food, and trying to cut the tension.

“Mmhmm,” He mumbled, pulling the metaphorical rope tighter. I stared back down at my food, and continued to pick at it as I waited for him to jump in. It was his prerogative. He didn’t, like he was relishing the feeling.

“Alright, Toto,” I began. He shot his head up, and made eye contact with me. He might be enjoying the tension, but I am not. I will do what I know how to do best. “The meeting with Aero, it better be at 8pm considering that at 6pm you have a meeting with Lewis’s team and at 7pm you have a meeting with Bottas’s team. These are just about scheduling so they may run short, but I’ll be there to ensure you don’t commit anything silly. Regardless, I hope you didn’t double book yourself. Lewis’s team can be flexible but no later than 7. Then we would have to reschedule with Bottas’s team. And you know they can be much less flexible.”

He stared at me for a second, almost in disbelief. ‘Yes, Toto. Your refusal to end the tension means that you must now discuss work. Yes I have just done that to you,’ I thought.

“I scheduled it for 8:30 since Aero is running around till then. No worries,” He answered.

“Great, I’ll add it to the book. Do you think we can squeeze a strategy meeting between 8 and 8:30? Some of the other engineers can stay through the Aero meeting in case there’s lingering concerns,” I explained.

“Do we need another strategy meeting?” Toto questioned.

“Always,” I answered.

“Fine.”

“Good, let me send out an email,” I smiled, taking out my phone. I quickly typed up to the email, after doing a quick check to make sure that time was free for every team.

“Now that my schedule’s handled-” He began.

“No, oh no. Never is, is it? A few more things,” I blurted, as I began to go over everything for the upcoming weekend.

“Oh, a Mercedes team member?” The man behind me spoke. I turned around. He looked vaguely familiar.

“Yeah, yeah,” I answered, grabbing the coffee as it came ready. It was my own, as I’m certainly no coffee runner. I went to add cream, but paused deciding if I needed, or even wanted it. I had gotten into the habit of drinking it black, but sometimes I desperately wanted something sweet and would find myself adding spoonful after spoonful of sugar. Cream certainly meant I would be adding sugar.

“Engineer?” He asked, waiting for his own coffee to finish brewing. This little room behind the paddock was actually a space for the media, but with a coffee maker and pastries floating around, of course we had all wandered our way into here. It wasn’t particularly nice, but the desire for coffee typically overwhelmed any interest in design.

“Oh. Uh. No,” I shook my head. I closed the lid deciding against the cream.

“Then what?”

“Background things,” I shrugged. “Sorry, nothing really interesting about it.”

“Doubt it. You work for my favorite team,” He laughed.

“Sorry, no really. I don’t do anything interesting,” I smiled. “But uh…if you hang around here a little longer, you’re sure to run into someone interesting.”

“No, no! I think I have. Background things? Like what?” He asked. I sighed, before finally looking him up and down. No pass, no uniform. Did he even work here? How did he get past the gate to this area?

“Sorry to ask. Are you a fan? You shouldn’t be back here,” I explained. I felt a hand come across my shoulder. I turned and saw one of our engineers, Percy.

“Celebrity,” He whispered, before going to pick out a pastry. So, regardless I had to entertain him or risk him calling me or the entire team out in the media for being ‘rude’? Great.

“No, no. I don’t work here. They let me through, though,” The vaguely-familiar-celebrity answered.

“Oh…alright. Well, there goes an engineer. If you want to chat with them,” I gestured towards Percy.

“I can read all about that later. I’m curious about the background stuff now. Sorry, let me introduce myself,” He said, stepping towards me. He reached out his hand. “Cathal. Uh…Lynch.”

“Oh, nice to meet you, Cathal,” I shook his hand. Off the top of my head, his name wasn’t familiar. Matching the name to the face didn’t help at all. I genuinely had no clue who this man was. As many celebrities as I run into back here, I usually recognize them. Him, though? No clue.

“I can see the gears turning in your head. I’m uh…a singer. For a band. Not a big one though. I’m here with the band we’ve been opening for.”

“Oh? What band is that?”

“Blur. They’re performing after the race tonight. Congrats on the win by the way. Lewis’s 3rd right?” He asked.

“Yes, yes. We’re thrilled. It’s uh…it’s nice to have someone on the records.”

“Sitting pretty next to Senna is not something many can claim,” Cathal nodded.

“Precisely.”

“Well, do tell me more about this background work you do. I’m very curious,” He said, finally grabbing his coffee.

“I’m a personal assistant. Really. Just background work, I swear,” I nodded. Maybe he would drop it?

“For a driver? That’s awesome!” He cheered. “Flying around with Lewis Hamilton and Nico Rosberg then?” I suppose I’m not getting out of this then.

“Well yes, but I’m not the driver’s personal assistant. I’m Toto Wolff’s,” I explained.

“That’s even cooler. So you’re really right on the front lines then. You tell the driver’s what to do and keep them in line, huh?” Cathal asked. “No, wait, you must tell Toto what to do then.”

“No, no. No telling anybody what to do. I’m just an assistant. I help to manage the absurdity. Nothing more really.”

“You should get on that then. I bet it’d be awfully fun to tell that German bastard what to do,” Cathal laughed. “Oh, sorry. That’s your boss. I’m sure he’s a real nice bastard.”

“He is,” I laughed back. He’s quite funny isn’t he? And a little cute, I’m tempted to say. The blonde hair, the absolutely gorgeous and huge blue eyes, and a bit boyish in his face. Maybe I don’t really mind him having stopped me. At least he’s attractive. Afterall, I’m 24 and single. Perhaps…no…no way. He’s a celebrity and I’m really nobody.

But as the conversation continued I started ot get the sensation that maybe he wasn’t just interested in my job. Maybe he was interested in me. The way he smiled. The way he leaned in. Eventually, as he watched as I brushed my hair behind my ears and commented on how pretty it was, I felt settled in my feelings. As he put his number in my phone, I felt a little cheerier than I could rationalize. He’s probably just looking for a one night stand for tonight after his show. Nothing more.

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#f1 2023 #f1 fandom #toto wolff #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #fanfic #formula 1 rpf #oc of color #toto wolff fanfic #toto wolff fanfiction #toto wolff x oc #toto wolff fluff

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sphylor · 1 year ago

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yk what the masses want

how did dew start going kitty

the massess demand it!! warning that this does contain a bit of angst so proceed with caution. it also contains raindrop being so so soft. thanks to @gh-woah-st and @divine-misfortune for the help as usual fhshbfhdsb. the origins of kitty Dew below the cut:

Ifrit was the one that brought out the kitty in Dew. he made Dew feel safe, gave him a space where he could be soft and affectionate. Dew trusted him with that part of himself. but he never went into full kitty mode. it was just that his brain would go a bit fuzzy and softer around the edges. he was cuddly and sensitive, his brain relatively blank. but he was still himself. he could still talk and think normally, not reduced to instinct just yet. he still would have honestly died of embarrassment if the others ever saw him like that at the time. it was something that Ifrit only got to see at the time.

and then suddenly Ifrit is gone. the fear and anger and agony over him losing half of his pack, combined with the physical and emotional stress of the elemental change sends him straight into full on kitty brain for a day or two. he locks himself in his room and when he comes back around he realises how much time he lost there and is so concerned. it happens more than once during this period. and going kitty is not a nice experience for him. he locks himself in his room whenever he feels it coming on and in his kitty brain he is terrified. he has no idea where Ifrit is. he doesn't know what happened to the one person who made him feel safe. no one knows what happens when he locks himself away in his room. they just think he needs his space for a bit and leaves him to it. if they hear the pained crying and meowing they dont question it or bring it up to him.

things get better, though. things calm down and he grows closer to his new packmates. they bond and Dew realises he's hopelessly in love with them all but especially Rain. they're boyfriends and in love and so gross and soft about it. he still locks himself away when he goes kitty, though. he doesn't even tell Rain what's going on.

its when they're cuddling after a particularly stressful ritual that it happens. Dew's tired and overwhelmed but Rain is so gentle with him, so sweet and he can feel the familiar haze creeping up on him as he lies there. he goes to sit up, to physically chake the feeling out of his head, but Rain reaches out to him. he hums softly in his half asleep state and asks Dew to come back. Dew hesitates for a second maybe but he cant bring himself to say no to Rain so eventually he sinks back into his arms. Rain buries his face into Dew's hair, tracing little circles into his hip. and Dew is just so fucking tired that it just. happens. Rain's to sleepy himself to register the shift in Dew. he just thinks that he's gone nonverbal again. but kitty Dew is so content there in Rain's arms. he's too tired to do much more than nuzzle into Rain's neck but he's purring up a storm and just being so sweet. its the first time he's felt like that whilst in kitty brain. its the first time he's felt safe since Ifrit.

in the morning Dew is mortified, though. he avoids Rain all day because that shouldn't have happened. Rain shouldn't have seen that. they do talk it out after Rain tries to find out What's Going ON and he makes it so clear to Dew that he can be as vulnerable as he needs to be with him. he'll never judge or think differently of him. he'll be there to protect him. from then on going kitty around Rain isn't as bad as it used to be. he still has some problems with letting himself go into that headspace, still associating it with everytime he had to lock himself in his room and go through it by himself. but with Rain he feels so safe. so content and happy. like everything is ok again.

(aaaaa this is really long if someone sends me an ask i will make a post about how the other ghouls found out about him going kitty but for now this is the end of this post)

#kitty dew #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #poor dewdrop...#but he's okay now #he's got his mousey :3

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synthshenanigans · 1 year ago

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Not as happy with it as Hearts but heres my

Mind redesign!

Headcanons + Stims below!

(Btw, the stims I put are ones I think that fit, but are also ones that I have since I know those the best. But I'd be happy to hear any other ideas!)

Stims:

• Hand shakes or twitching

• Chewing & clicking pens. Also tap, flips and shakes them in his hand

• Scratches arms & thighs. (especially when stressed)

• Holds/Messes with tail

• Paces around a lot, he cant sit in one space for long

• Clenches jaw fairly often

• Fidgets with any jewelry on him (rings bracelets and necklace)

Headcanons:

• Also uses the name Ciro

• He doesnt really mind what pronouns people use but they more prefer He/Him since thats Whole's. But they also uses They/Them, It/Its and even She/Her sometimes.

• Has a split pupil in the eye thats usually under his hair (its not that he hates it or anything, hes just emo)

• Likes turn based rpgs and bullet hell games. (Undertale, Deltarune, Octopath Traveler, Persona etc.)

• Also likes making things via legos, kandi, paracord, kniting, crocheting, anything really. Sometimes he'll make things for Soul and Heart and give it to them. Bros stubborn and embarrassed by it tho so he leaves it in their rooms or just throws it at them.

• While he does make fun of Heart for hating the light, Mind also hates the night, to the point where it has a fear of the dark. Your brain can sometimes see things in the dark that aren't there. So if they're in the dark for too long, he gets very very skittish and paranoid.

• In general she is also quite paranoid and over thinks a lot.

• Not only does he have his headaches, but neck pains as well as phantom limb pain

• Used to have full moth wings but after a fight with Heart, they were too torn up to use. He still has them, but they're small and he hides them under his jacket. (also why they rarely take its jacket off)

• His hair gets brighter if hes being more (rarely) emotional. (Happier, angrier, excited etc.) The rarer times when he gets startled, his hair goes off like a mini flashbang

• When his emotions are high enough, small sparks will shoot out from his hair

• Also if hes especially pissed off or depressed, it's voice will glitch and stutter way more (like some moments in like Storm and a Spring or TME)

• Has more moth traits but always tries to hide them. He has small antennas but hides them in his hair, has moth fluff on his neck but shaves it so it doesn't grow out etc. Also loves light like a moth but can control himself to not like...bang his head into a lamp post (unless hes like really tired or drunk or something? (heart once had a laser pointer and mind attack it like a cat))

• I dont have a set idea on how Heart went blind. But if it was Minds doing (especially if he used Souls trident), I could see Souls punishment resulting in Mind getting the robot limbs. That or Soul resulted in Mind needing the voice modulator.

• Has a tear on their sleeve from Hearts gunshot

• Cable tail that looks like a Nintendo 64 controller cable. Cause 1. Its an electric tail and 2. CJ (& me) likes LoZ Majoras Mask, which in an N64 game.

• Him and Heart are the same height but Soul is slightly taller. Heart doesn't mind it (nor can he tell) but Mind is slightly annoyed at that so he wears heels and heeled boots to be tall or as tall as Soul.

#im sleepy so ill update this later if i forget anythin #but mind is finally done #not as proud of it but i like it enough #chonny jash #chonnys charming chaos compendium #cj mind #cccc

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jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae · 2 years ago

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The Siren

Okay, so I’m trying something new. Please let me know what you guys think!

Warnings: Smut, Smut, Smut. That is all.

Reader x ???

I had never felt stupider than the moment that I spread my towel out on the beach and sat down. It was just a stupid bet. Really, no one would even know if I didn’t do it, right? I had never been superstitious but something about the beach at night felt a little eerie. Supposedly, you could hear the ghostly call of a siren during the night hours. Some college classmates had bet me that I couldn’t stay on the beach all night. In mythology, a siren’s call is beautiful and deadly, its’ mere sound leading to multiple disappearances on this beach.

I’ve always been a sceptic when it comes to scary stories and legends. I’ve watched too many scary movies and tv shows. There’s no way that things like that exist in the world and it’s just not widely acknowledged. However, one lone woman on a beach in the middle of the night seems like a recipe for a bad time. It’s not completely dark, the light of the full moon providing a decent amount of light. The water still feels ominous, somehow. Dark in the abyss of night, nothing visible below its’ unforgiving surface.

“I should really learn to turn down a dare,” I sigh, grabbing the small blanket I brought and covering my lap. Despite it being midsummer, the nights can still be a little chilly. I dig a snack out of my bag and grab my half finished book, settling down on the towel to read under the bright light of my flashlight.

The first few hours seem relatively calm, my book absorbing my attention as the gentle sound of the waves lull me. Finally, the call of sleep overwhelms me. I tuck my book and flashlight away, laying my head on my arms and dozing off. I’m awoken by the sound of crashing waves, almost like I’m in the middle of a storm. I jolt awake, looking around in a panic. A mirage of colors wink back at me from under the water. It’s like there are fairy lights under the water.

I don’t notice the singing at first, so entranced by the lights. One color seems to overtake the others, purple dancing underneath the surface. I find myself standing and walking closer to the surface. Without thinking, I wade into the water, my brain fuzzy. I should be scared, should be back at home in my bed, should be anywhere but here. None of those thoughts can pull me out of my trance, the heavenly voice singing to me finally registering in my ears. I’m helpless to resist.

My feet stop close to the lights. A head pokes out of the water before me. The features are distinctly masculine, though thin. His lips are plush and his chin is pointed. Golden hair gleams on the top of his head. His eyes draw me in, much the same as the lights did. A beautiful chocolate color, though they flash blue. I don’t register, at first, that the voice is leaving is lips until it stops.

“Hello, my love,” A smile lights up his face. I still feel fuzzy, like I’m not in control of myself, of my movements,” Lay back for me, my darling.”

His hands readjust me the way he wants, my body floating on the surface of the water before him. His hands move confidently, removing my shorts and underwear. I should be terrified. I have no idea who this man is or what’s going on. The only thoughts in my head revolve around how beautiful he is. His features delicate and yet so enticing. His hands are cool but not uncomfortably so, only slightly hotter than the water we’re floating in.

“Stay very still for me, my love. It will be uncomfortable at first,” His smile is beautiful. My muscles go rigid. I could not move even if I wanted to, freezing in place at his gentle words.

He gently pushes my legs apart. I’m not entirely sure how I’m floating like this. Floating has always been difficult for me, but its’ as if magic holds me in place. He presses gentle kisses to my core, soft touches like those of butterfly wings. Then is tongue is on me, pressing against my clit and licking gentle stripe up my slit. A breathy sound leaves my throat.

“Just like that, beautiful. Just let me make you happy,” His voice is a purr, so beautiful and enticing.

His tongue presses into me, his finger dancing across my clit as he does so. I can feel myself being pushed further and further toward the edge of the cliff, the feeling overwhelming me. His fingers replace his tongue, pressing into me hard and fast. I cry out, the cliff edging ever nearer. I’ve never felt like this before. So overwhelmed by the feeling. It’s like his touch is to my very soul. When I cum, my eyes close, a choked sound leaving me.

“You did so good, baby,” His lips whisper against the skin of my neck as he speaks, his legs tangling with mine,” And now you’re mine.”

My eyes open in surprise at his words. The moon is far above us, filtered and hazy through the surface of the water. We are impossibly deep under the ocean. Before I can question how I am breathing, I realize that the clothes that were covering the upper half of my body are gone and a necklace with a single purple shell rests between my collarbones.

His lips consume mine, setting a feverish pace. His tongue enters my mouth, as if he is determined to taste every corner of it. His hands grip my hips tightly and then I feel it. His tip dances around my entrance, causing me to gasp. Then he’s inside of me. It’s hard to tell where I end and where begins. His movements are fluid and seem endless in the void of the ocean.

He holds my thighs apart, rocking into me with a fervor all his own. The sounds that leave me are hard to pinpoint. He’s consumed me. All that exists is him and this. My life before no longer exists and all there is is right here, inside of me. When I fall from the cliff again, he is still going, seemingly determined. Despite the overstimulation roaring through me, I am still unable to move, completely encapsulated in his spell.

It takes a third finish for him to also finish. Even then, he stays inside of me, carrying me as he walks along the bottom of the ocean. The cave is somehow both dark and homey. Some unknown sea plants glow faintly on the walls, but I’m slowly able to see in the dark cave.

“Welcome home, my love,” His bright smile happens again. Only then does he remove himself. Then, as if flashing before my eyes, his legs are replaced with a beautiful, glowing purple tail,” You can move now, baby.”

Almost as if coming out of a fog, I realize where I am. A faint horror fills me but it’s as if I could never bring myself to hate this beautiful man. Something inside me longs for him to fill me again, to stay with him always. I don’t know what he’s done to me but this love like feeling fills me.

“My name is Jimin, my love. And you are mine, forever and always,” His lips are on mine again, his fingers pushing into me,” Don’t make me have to remind you.”

Let me know what you think!

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voiceoffenrisulfr · 1 year ago

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Silver & Gold - Chapter One

CW: Possible risk of injury/death via motorcycle. Prompts filled: ‘Offering their jacket’, ‘Slipping on Ice’ (Alternate), ‘Winter Date’ – Winter Wonderland Bingo. ‘Romantic Gesture’ – Any Fandom Fluff Bingo. ‘Candle Light’ – Sweet & Spicy Bingo.

Multi's Lia finally gets to celebrate her birthday alone, with only the love of this life for company. A/N: Multitudes is our Marvel fic featuring Natasha Romanoff with Dissociative Identity Disorder. Lia, therefore, can be seen to be Natasha. Fandom. ... Mostly? It's complicated. XD Definitely canon-divergent, either way. So very, very divergent.

Cards below! Check it out on AO3 here, or below the cards!

@anyfandomfluffbingo @sweetspicybingo @seasonaldelightsbingo

I guess this is an intro, of sorts? Slimmed down and with identifiers removed. Chapter one starts proper below this weird introduction as to how I met him. Y'all know me, and James (and Winter, and now there's Tem, too). We're part of Multi. Bug is... well, the love of the boys' life. But this is about Mine. My Yoshitsune. It was the worst day of my life to date when he found me. Two days out from August, the height of summer and discomfort. James had fled in distress, leaving me to find comfort in his partner – someone I did, in fact, find comforting. But then… Oh. The first thing Yoshitsune – Yoshi, as I knew him then – ever did was offer me his lap, metal arms spread wide, inviting me into his broad embrace. Curling up against him was the first time I had felt at home since this life began. He held me together without knowing it – without knowing me. He knew some things, of course. He knew about poor, tiny, broken Lia. But he’d never met me before, and yet offered me refuge in a storm that threatened to end me. I was smitten. And it was only the very same day that my hopes turned to ash before my eyes for the first time at her name. His ’one true love’. The fourth was the first time he blatantly flirted with me. He’d long been calling me ‘sweet girl’, but now he span me around and kissed my hair… And teased me about his black uniform. I asked about her, and he assured me that he doesn’t begrudge her doing what she likes. I… Made my excuses. ‘You’ve been so good to me.’ ‘I just like to help.’ ‘She really wouldn’t mind, ‘long as you understand my heart’s only hers.’ It had been… It had been less than two weeks. But that line… It hit me like a truck, like a knife in my heart, an arrow to my soul. ‘I'm so goddamn sorry, little one. I do love you. I just can't... y'know.’ I know, Yoshitsune. I know. You loved me… But I was falling so very quickly, so very swiftly, in love with you. ‘He adores her. He’s just… Already got his queen.’ I’ve never felt so… So… Not-enough. So devastated over this man I barely knew – this sweet man who held me close and hummed country songs. This man who belonged to someone else, no matter how much I found myself belonging to him.

It took five days for him to see me again. I apologized, he forgave me. I made my excuses, my lied explanations as to why I’d been mistaken. ‘I misread my feelings – James is falling in love, it affected my brain’. I lied to him because I couldn’t face his wincing when I told him the truth.

But that didn’t stop his fury when he found out about this world being no kinder to me than that one. When Clint told him about me being harassed, he was furious. He held me – sang to me. Fast Car. It was that day that it became my favorite song.

The first time I told him I loved him, it was early September. I hedged – I said it wasn’t like the boys and their Bug. I lied to him. ‘I know, and I love you too, little one. Guess I was nervous to say so 'cause - not like they do, like you said, and I didn't want to give you the wrong idea. But you're precious and you deserve so much better than what's been done to you and it's great that I can make you feel safe.’ I hoped… Stupidly, I hoped, more than anything, that he’d tell me he loved me exactly like they loved one another. But he didn’t, and I broke. I couldn’t face the falling without him, and I couldn’t keep going. I broke in his arms, and I needed him to save me. I drew him a motorbike, and he drew me a sylveon. And then I… Broke. Then I realised I couldn’t hide my truth anymore. And I intended to leave – I intended to make it easier for him, but their Bug wouldn’t let me go so easily. And so I had to give him my letter. "...I love that you make this life bearable. I love that you make me not hate myself - that the way you see me is exciting and intoxicating and something I could spend my life hearing. I love that you protect me, and care about me. I love that you are so fiercely loyal and look after everyone around you. I love that you're so damn sweet that you panic about your sexuality in case it makes you intolerant. I love your crooked grin and that killer jawline and that I feel so very safe when you hold me. I love that you drew for me. I love that you know nothing about dance, and yet still really, really want to see me dance. I love that you call me beautiful and I feel like you mean it. I love that you are... Sometimes a bit of a dumbass and say things you maybe shouldn't. I love that you know me so well that you often say the exact thing you should. I love that you love her so much..."

And he… Oh, him. ‘...wow, I was right when I said I didn't have anything suave to say. Good thing you like me being a dumbass, I guess. I love you, Lia, very much the way they love their boys. I want nothing more than to take care of you...'

He kissed me. He kissed me and my heart broke in the most beautiful way.

We didn’t have it easy, of course. I’m not an easy choice. But we muddled through eating disorder flare-ups and attempted runaways, and for once, I had a love in my life that felt like mine. For once, everything felt… Possible.

And we can’t ever have the life I wish we could. But I can certainly write about it. I can certainly establish what I would want, if we could. I can’t make my dreams come true with you, Yoshitsune… But I can tell you what they are. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Our first date alone was my birthday. I’d never celebrated my birthday alone – being one of four was likely to do that to a girl. I was always one of four – and I was fine with that, truly. But here was this man, this incredible gentleman who loved only me, and I was blessed. He’d promised me for months that he would take me on his motorbike. Canadian winter was likely not the best time for it, given that temperatures in central Alberta rarely rose above freezing – but I trusted him implicitly. He'd never put me at risk, and if he felt confident enough to take me out, I knew I’d be fine. When he finally offered me a leather jacket and a helmet, however, I blinked in disbelief. “Yoshitsune… My hair took me over an hour, and you choose today to take me out on your bike?” With a theatrical sigh, I leant against his chest. “I suppose I’ll have to cope…” He grinned and kissed my forehead, lips curling higher on one side. “Swan, you’ll be beautiful regardless. Maybe I’m just trying to even us out a little.” My fingers trailed through his own hair tenderly, pushing a few stray strands from his forehead. “I don’t think that’s possible, Silver.” Chuckling softly, he pulled me closer, gentle kisses trailing down my throat. “No, you’re right. You’re far too gorgeous. I’ll never catch up.” It was predictable, but it still made me smile, my lips trailing his sharp jawline adoringly. “Sometimes I worry for your sanity, Yoshitsune. Or at least your eyesight.” He rolled his eyes fondly, steel fingers skimming my cheek lightly. “I’m neither insane nor sight-impaired, cutie. You’re simply the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” With a quiet purr of joy, I touched my lips to his tenderly, whimpering with need when his hand shifted to my hair, making him draw back with a weak groan. “Easy with me, my Golden Swan. You’re testing my resolve.” “Fuck your resolve,” I muttered, tugging him closer by the front of his shirt. “Fuck me... Please?” He let out a quiet, frustrated whine, but released me reluctantly, eyes narrowing. “We’ve talked about this, Li...” With a sigh, I nodded obediently, unable to keep from rolling my eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Date first...” I sighed once more as I smoothed the front of his shirt, nibbling on my lip. “I’ve just waited so long for you...” Groaning, he pushed a hand through his hair, nodding. “I know. And it’s taking everything I have not to say, ‘fuck the date’, and take you to bed. But... You’ve never really celebrated a birthday to yourself before. So, please – let me spoil you.” I whined petulantly, but couldn’t hide my secret delight as he offered me the helmet once more. “I suppose I can tolerate that...”

I should have expected it, really. Nothing about this man screamed ‘law-abiding citizen’. Even so, hurtling down winding country roads in the sunset would have been terrifying enough with the snow clinging to the ground, but it was exponentially more terrifying at 20 miles an hour over the speed limit. On a motorcycle. At least he’d had the sense to ease my legs into leathers, his hands gentle on my skin. My arms were clamped around his waist as I squealed into my helmet, his shoulders shaking beneath my cheek each time we accelerated around a bend and I held him tighter. If anything, my death-grip on him only seemed to spur him on, the bike gradually roaring louder in my ears as he flung us seemingly with abandon around the bends. But eventually, we hit civilization, and he was he forced to slow to a more reasonable speed, my breath rasping through my visor audibly and making him laugh aloud. “Are you okay back there, Swan?” I could only nod against him, breathless and exhilarated. Despite the speed and the ice, I’d never felt safer than with my arms around him. He'd never let anything happen to me. The back tire skidded to one side as he pulled into the lot, spraying ice-crusted gravel and making me yelp, earning a gentle chuckle for my surprise. When he cut the engine, I finally – reluctantly – released my grip on his waist, sighing just a little at no longer being able to hold him so tightly, but he simply raised an eyebrow as he slid from the bike, hands finding my waist to lift me easily and eliciting a giggle for his efforts. “Happy you finally got your ride?” “It wasn’t the one I was looking forward to most…” I breathed, grinning when he swallowed dryly. “Aurelia… You’ll be the death of me,” he murmured, tugging my helmet over my head gently to run a hand through my hair. “But what a fine way to go.” Purring, I leant into the gloved palm on my cheek, chuckling softly. “Mm. Later, Soldier. Remember?” I tapped my feet excitedly, leaning to peer around him, raising an eyebrow. “… Dinner? Bold choice, Yoshitsune.” He laughed aloud, tugging off his own helmet as his other arm draped over my shoulders. “I know. I was feeling brave, I guess. But I also know you’re very much a fan of Italian food and wine, so I figured I couldn’t go too wrong.” I looked up, taking in the cut of his jaw and oh, those eyes, please God, never stop looking at me, and beamed, before hesitating worriedly. “Wine? Yoshitsune, I-” He rolled his eyes dramatically, holding me closer against him when I shivered. “You can have a couple of glasses of wine if you want to, Aurelia. I’ll be fine. I promise.” Despite stretching onto my toes, he still had to incline his head a little for me to kiss his cheek, making him smile fondly. “Who needs wine? You’re intoxicating enough.” My words earned me a snort, but the sound was quickly cut off as my flats slipped on black ice, disguised beneath the gravel, foot sliding forward as my stomach dropped. He’d never let anything happen to me. No sooner had the jarring movement begun than his arm was around my waist, pulling me closer against him and halting my descent. “Are you okay?” I laughed softly, gazing up at him in wonder. “You always catch me, don’t you?” His lips brushed against mine, lopsided smile as captivating as ever in the low light of twilight. “Always, my sweet Swan.” I couldn’t help but giggle happily as he pulled me up against his chest, shivering minutely against the sharp breeze. His eyebrow raised, shrugging off his jacket quickly, shaking his head as I opened my mouth to object. “I’m used to the climate, little one. And there’s a lot more of me than you.” My cheeks heated as he draped the leather over my shoulders, the heat from his body seeping into my bones as his aftershave wreathed around me, my feet tapping happily in response. “You’re too good to me, Silver.” One metal arm sound around my waist as we continued across the lot, pulling me protectively against his side as we moved through the hidden ice. “You deserve the world, Aurelia. I’m just doing what I can.”

What he could, evidently, included a restaurant so eye-wateringly expensive that my mouth ran dry, and him kneeling before me in full view of the maître-d’, gently sliding the leathers from my legs as I blushed furiously at his romanticism. The place itself, despite the price, was refreshingly intimate, flickering candlelight reflecting on his arms as he watched me attentively, drawing my adoring touch despite myself and making him grin once more. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, eyes crinkling with joy. At his suggestion – and doubtless the result of intense research – I’d ordered lasagna while he tucked into something that even I couldn’t pronounce, slick with oil and topped with parmesan. He grinned back at me as he arranged his cutlery precisely; a remnant of enforced etiquette training, leftover from a troubled youth filled with expectations he’d baulked at. No… My Yoshitsune is a gentleman, no doubt, but certainly not the one his mother had expected of him, with metal arms and sniper training. He's perfect. “Isn’t today supposed to be about you?” he quipped, bringing my hand to his lips to press a gentle kiss to my knuckles, gray eyes shining as they locked on mine, making me flush predictably. “Well… You’re my everything. It can’t be about me without being about you, too,” I replied shyly, free hand toying with a strand of my hair. He chuckled quietly, one eyebrow raising. “Oh, I’m pretty sure I’m going to get what I want soon enough, little one.” His other hand lifted automatically to reach for the bill, and I swallowed dryly, eyes lowered demurely. “I agree.”

#fanfiction #mine #fandom: marvel #winter wonderland bingo #writing bingo #writers on tumblr #SteelSwan #Pairing: Natasha/Original Character #Ish #It's complicated #Lia speaks #Lia/Yoshi #Aurelia/Yoshitsune #Silver & Gold

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samuraiko · 2 years ago

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Do you still write vignettes? If you do, you should write something about Orym and Fearne doing something mischievous together, like when they set up that flour trap/prank in the museum!

Yes, I do, I have just been dealing with a LOT of RL stuff, a lot of it stressful. But thank you for your patience. (FYI - this particular vignette is based on a very well-known college dorm prank. It is one of MANY I got up to in college.)

"A Good Idea at the Time"

Laudna let out a yawn so wide that her jaw cracked. "God, I am exhausted. I'm gonna call it a night."

"Yeah, that Feather Fall on all of us was pretty clutch," Orym said admiringly. "But being flown like a kite would have been a lot more fun had it not been in the middle of a dust storm." He slapped at his clothes and sneezed. "And I still feel like a tumbleweed."

"Well, we can wash up and get some sleep, or stasis in FCG's case," Imogen sighed, rubbing her face and succeeding only in smearing the dust over it even more."

The Hells trooped below decks to get some water to wash up with, then headed to their respective quarters.

Orym, however, noticed that Fearne was hanging back with what he immediately recognized as THAT look.

He sidled over to her. "All right, Fearne, out with it."

"Out with what?"

The halfling just folded his arms and stared up at the faun.

"Did you steal something?"

"No."

"Are you GOING to steal something?"

"No."

"Then what's that look for?"

"What look?"

"Whenever you have an idea, you get this look. It's practically a banner over your head that says, 'I'm about to do something either illegal, immoral, or insane.' So I want to know what it is."

"Wow," Fearne said admiringly. "Has Imogen been teaching you how to read minds, too? Do you think she'd teach me?"

Orym sighed and rubbed his face. "No, she hasn't been teaching me, Fearnie. I just know you. So what is it?"

Fearne drew him a little ways down the corridor. "Just thinking of having a little fun."

"Oh, no."

"It's nothing serious, honest!" she assured him. "But... I do kinda have to wait until Chetney goes to sleep first."

Orym frowned. "Fearne..."

"It's perfectly safe, I promise."

"Until he wakes up and wolfs out."

"No, no, no, it'll be fine. It just involves a bowl of water. And I don't even have to stay in the room all that long."

"Fine, but I'm keeping an eye on you while you do this, just in case," he said sternly.

It wasn't long before the other Hells were sound asleep, and then Fearne went down to the washroom and filled a bowl with water. Summoning a small ball of flame in her hand, she held it under the bowl for a few moments to warm the water, then she made her way as quietly as she could to Chetney's door, with Orym ghosting along behind her.

"Okay," she whispered. "Now you open the door, and I'll be in and out in just a moment."

Orym cautiously opened the door, which Chetney had left unlocked, then very carefully pushed it open so it wouldn't creak. Fearne snuck in, went over to Chetney's bed, and as delicately as she could, set the bowl of water down on the bed and put one of Chetney's hands into the water. Then she hurried out and signalled to Orym to close the door again.

After he'd done so, Orym gave her a puzzled look. "What in the world was that all about?"

Fearne just gave him a wicked smile. "Oh, we'll find out tomorrow morning. Good night, Orym." She patted him on the head and went into her quarters, leaving Orym standing in the hallway.

"I think the dust storm scrambled her brain," he muttered to himself, before going to his own quarters and carefully locking the door.

The next morning, the Hells were awakened by a screeching yowl from Chetney's room, and all of them came dashing out into the hallway in various stages of dress and panic before rushing into Chetney's room.

Orym, however, immediately turned to Fearne, who had put on a look of supreme innocence, even as Chetney hastily wrapped himself in a blanket, red-faced and cursing with such intensity that the halfling thought that the gnome would have a coronary right then and there.

"WHICH ONE OF YOU DID THAT?!"

"Did what?" FCG asked.

"And why are your drawers completely soaked?" Imogen asked, turning bright red even as she began to giggle.

"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! OUT, OUT, OUT!" Chetney shoved all of the Hells out of his room as best as he could, though it was harder for him to push Ashton since the earth genasi was much bigger and doubled over laughing.

Even as he was being shoved out the door, Orym suddenly realized just what had happened, and he looked up at Fearne.

"Seriously, Fearnie? Falling asleep with your hand in a bowl of water makes you...?"

The faun just grinned and went back to her room, and Orym quietly laughed under his breath. Then he abruptly stopped and made a mental note to always fall asleep AFTER Fearne.

#critical role #campaign 3 #bells hells #ashton greymoore #chetney pock o'pea #fearne calloway #fresh cut grass #imogen temult #laudna #orym of the air ashari #fanfiction #writing #a good idea at the time

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dany36 · 17 days ago

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oof, after 433 hours and 4 runs, the deed is done! some random thoughts below:

this game is my next tales of symphonia for sure. i've beaten tos at LEAST like...17 times, with each run taking me between 50-70 each, so that puts me at like...1000 hours (oh my god, 850 if we go for the lower estimate) put into that game. i still have at LEAST three more runs i'd like to do of BG3 to explore some other classes/options, and who knows, maybe one day i'll attempt that honor mode run (if i ever am able to do this then wow) and with that i'd definitely go over the 1000 hours that symphonia has a record of for my most played video game :y

that magic missile sorcerer build made tactician rather easy even for a tactical noob like me. i think sorcerer might be my favorite class now...magic missile + call of lightning as a storm sorcerer never got old. i'm sure you can do this with other builds as well but killing cazador in one turn with just my magic missiles was sooo satisfying.

my last run was a shadowheart origin run because i was curious to see how certain scenes would play out if you played as her. needless to say i wasn't really impressed with it, the only things i liked about it was getting to hear shar's brainwash before entering the shadowfell and how isobel roasts you when you meet her, but i'm pretty sure the latter would still occur if you were playing as a cleric of shar tav. so eh, i played this last run in balanced and rushed through it cus i wasn't really enjoying it...

the durge run was so damn fun even if it pained me to have to kill isobel for that trophy and also see the evil ending where you take over the brain for baahl and have to kill your beloved. that scene where i had to kill lae'zel still haunts me to this day (it was so good though not gonna lie but WHY).

i really hope i'll be able to suck it up and kill the tieflings in act 1 one day so i can recruit minthara since everyone seems to love her. i just....you expect me to kill bex??? the sweet lady who gives me some of her homemade cookies as a reward for saving her husband's life??? i was already devastated when i killed alfira in my durge run. alfira!!! like c'mon....

i don't know if i did something wrong but is there really no way for you to leave with lae'zel at the end and not like...have karlach DIE by herself??? when i romanced lae'zel i was so excited when it gave me the choice to go with her on her fight to free the githyanki so i said YES right away but then...i had no idea this would cause karlach to not have the option to go to avernus??? hello??? i had wyll become the blade of avernus but even he didn't say anything to try and convince karlach. i felt so bad cus you're like "oh yes karlach i'll bet with you until the very end :(" and then we DITCH HER TO RIDE DRAGONS with our hot githyanki gf??? i felt like such a terrible friend!!!!! like those camp post-ending interactions with lae'zel as your beloved were so good but like....no karlach!!! :(

enough rambling i love this game what more can i say!!!!!!

#bg3 #junk #gamers are oppressed because they'll brag about you to their friends about getting married or if you're having a kid #or if you buy a house #but not if you platinum a game u_u

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wizard-spider-man · 4 months ago

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Asfelaeia Freedom Fighters

*The Wizard Spider-Man finds himself weakened after a casting a mighty ward to save part of the city from the necrotic rain.*

*There was a window of opportunity to strike back against Verglas. It would seem, in the face of the WISH's efforts, and the efforts of the AJC, Spidey's own wishes were being granted.*

A large group of individuals, a gathering of many folks from many walks of life, all gathered here for a single cause;

***To stop the blood rain and end the necrotic storm.***

"I have studied the blood rain, and the necrotic snow."

Spidey addresses this gathering.

"I've broken down the components of the Curse. I've figured out where he is. A mighty castle."

He coughs, having to clear his throat to yell some more.

"...technically a citadel, on the outskirts of the city. It would appear an icy ruin, but it's a fortified base of scum and villainy."

"I need your help to save your city. We all need each-other now, to stop Verglas. Who's with me!?"

*People cheer in response.*

*The Wizard Spider-Man feels the malaise weighing on his body. Grasping for steady breath, his exertion these last few days was reaching the limit.

Still, he pushed himself forward.

Spidey surveys the group, taking in their faces, filled with fear and determination.*

*This was the start of something. Something different, something new?*

"I know where he is, and I have ideas on how to stop him. But he's incredibly powerful. That means we need a plan of attack. Any ideas?"

A Merc, holding a big rifle and a bigger smile, responds.

"I know I’m fitting the stereotype here, but we can shoot it a lot."

""That's... part of the plan." *Spider-Man asked himself why WISH hired soldiers... we needed them, but did they need us?*

*Later that night, a strike team sat together in a makeshift war room.*

"The Gallows Company skelephants are armoured and function as troop carriers. Made of undeath and metal, they’re heavily resistant to necrotic damage. Also, they’re elephants so they’re pretty much immune to locked gates."

Captain Blacktongue says, skeletal voice like a shadowy whisper against the window.

"That sounds like a good start. Any other ideas? This castle is heavily fortified. We're gonna need more than just a few elephants and infantry."

Spidey says, prodding brains.

*Nhak, the tall armored man in the room speaks up, his golden armor drenched rose by the relentless onslaught of the rain…*

*Merged into his left shoulder was the outline of a woman in white, a ghost, with a green left eye, but where her right eye overlapped his left, there was a poignant golden glow… which shone as a light against the deep blacks of the snow…*

“The Skellephants would be good as siege vehicles…” he said.

“Speaking of, if anyone could find diagrams or even photographs of the castle… I could identify it’s weakpoints…”

“I’ve been around a long time, more command experience than you’d believe. I’ve never lost a siege… and I don’t plan on leaving this my first…”

The Masked Driver, Nirva, speaks up, standing near Revengeancer.

" …I know a way to get someone into the Citadel walls quickly…"

As the sun sank below the horizon, casting long shadows over the group of gathered individuals,

the Wizard Spider-Man took a moment to reflect.

This motley crew of soldiers, wizards, and mercs, all preparing for the epic battle that lay ahead...

The weight of responsibility, the value of their lives, sat heavily on his shoulders.

This fight felt personal. It was more than just the Good Fight, the Right Thing for the Sake of it. It was the future of the city and everyone in it at stake.

Even as he pondered the gravity of this endeavor, melancholy crept into his thoughts.

The city they were trying to save was scarred and broken, its once vibrant streets now blanketed in the cold embrace of the necrotic storm. Broken through to Undercity, where it was already a difficult place to be.

The thought of what had been lost gnawed at him, the thousands dead and thousands more lost to Nethis.

This group, these...Freedom Fighters. They inspired hope in him.

**He still didn't feel like a leader,**

**But something deep down was starting to get the idea.**

#Wizard Spider-Man #ai art generation #roleplay

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glacieriz · 3 years ago

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i still need to write up more verses for ana...

#any suggestions??#leave me some ideas below so i can brain storm :)#tbt

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sj-ficrecs · 3 years ago

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fic rec 11!

just a random collection of what I’ve read and enjoyed lately. as usual, no specific order.

This is purely a fic rec blog, always reblogging fics I enjoy. usually Bucky x reader, sometimes Steve x reader, Chris Beck x reader, etc. So check out more I’ve reblogged on this page. :) See my past fic recs below:

PREVIOUS FIC RECS HERE! // Q & A

(divider by @bwbatta)

Bucky x reader:

Flashing Lights by @pellucid-constellations Paramedic!Bucky x reader

“Bucky’s worst fears come true when he’s called to a scene. If he’s the one with the dangerous job, then why is it your life that’s hanging in the balance?”

Operation: Freefall by @constantwriter85 Bucky x reader

“When Bucky fell from the train in 1945, he didn’t just leave behind his family and friends. He left behind the girl he was going to marry, a girl he never stopped loving. Decades later, Bucky continued to search for her, only to find out that she had disappeared without a trace in 1955. But when Steve hands over the shield to Sam Wilson, he also has something for his childhood friend—a redacted S.H.I.E.L.D. file code-named Operation: Freefall, a file with more questions than answers. With Sam’s help and a handful of Pym Particles, the file sends Bucky on a trip to the past, trying to solve the mystery and save the woman he still loves.”

Recovery by @wicked-mind Biker!Bucky x reader

“After going through rehab and recovering, you move back to town to live with your mother as you sort out what to do with your life, but your mom has other plans that include hooking you up with a hot biker by the name of James ‘Bucky’ Barnes”

Teacher’s Favorite + Sharing My Sweetheart by @suitk0via Single dad!Bucky x teacher!reader

“You are first grade teacher and Bucky is a single dad who wants to be involved with everything his little girl - Elaine - does. He’s the dad all the parent’s and faculty drool over. You quickly become Elaine’s favorite teacher and Bucky’s just gotta meet you.”

Uninvited by @mymoonagedaydream modern!Bucky x reader

Reader is a close friend of Sam’s. Sam and Bucky are roommates, so reader spends a lot of time with them. Bucky becomes colder towards reader and they ask Sam about it - finding out Bucky, who is taken, is falling out of love w/ his gf because he has a crush on reader.

You Know Me Too Well by @nexusnyx Tattoo Artist!Bucky x reader

“there is a thin line between pain and pleasure. that line is real and palpable, except for the times when you sit in bucky barnes’ table and feel his hands holding your skin. his job demands him to hurt you, but the only problem is that you enjoy it. a lot.”

The Slip Up by @justkending dad!Bucky x reader

“After a last hurrah to graduating college with a future to be a family practitioner, a little slip up happens… Seven years down the road, just when things just now seem to be going smoothly, Y/N approaches that slip up from all those years ago. She’s not looking for anything right now. She is just where she wants to be in life. It seems the universe has a different idea though. One called James Barnes.”

Invisible String series by @dirty-holy-things Bucky x reader

“You were fairly certain that landing a date through court-ordered therapy was some sort of HIPAA violation, if not just an ethical one, but you couldn’t help but be intrigued by the mysterious storm cloud of a man who you shared the waiting room with every Thursday.”

Sacrifice by @wkemeup Bucky x reader

“In the midst of an attack, you’re dosed with an unknown chemical and your healing ability becomes compromised.”

Purgatory by @wkemeup Bucky x reader

“While on a mission, Bucky becomes dissociated into the Winter Soldier. But instead of becoming a threat, his instinct is to protect.”

Behind the Storm by @wkemeup Bucky x reader

“On a mission, you’re hit with a spell that takes away your ability to see. Bucky does what he can to make you feel safe.”

We Were Screaming in Color by @samwlscns Bucky x reader, soulmate au

“james buchanan barnes was your soulmate and you were his. despite everything the world threw your way, bucky always kept his promise to make his way back home to you. even if that meant having to lose him more than once.”

Bulova by @babycap Bucky x reader

“In the five years between the two snaps that changed it all, life had moved on, as life is want to do. In the aftermath of that final battle, you discover that time waited for no one (least of all you), and those you loved marched forward into it without you. Sam suggests you volunteer at the local retirement community to keep you busy, keep your mind from lingering on what—and who—you lost. In giving back, you find that time can be just as generous as it is cruel. A non-canon compliant, friends-to-lovers fic.”

And They’re Roommates by @golden-barnes Modern bartender/roommate!Bucky x reader, New Girl au

“Your boyfriend cheats on you, and now you have nowhere to go. So when you found an ad for a shared loft, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. Come to the realization that you will be sharing it with four guys. Four guys, one of them who is extremely hot and zero brain cells between any of them. What else could you ask for?”

Keep Me Cool by @chouettedubois Bucky x reader

“You and Bucky are on your third undercover mission acting as a couple. Things go awry when you fall ill. Cue caretaker!Bucky to the rescue.”

Love in the Workplace by @cxddlyash Gardener!Bucky x Receptionist!reader

Working at the same hotel, a new gardener is recently hired.

“Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of the new gardener.

“What is it?” Sarah asks you and you clear your throat before tearing your gaze from the man.

“Uh, nothing. I finally see the gardener that the hotel hired,” you mention while walking closer to the place.”

Dad Biker!Bucky being adorable with his kids blurb by @angrythingstarlight dad biker!Bucky x reader

dad biker Bucky and his kids making pancakes and breakfast for mom :)

Tap by @houseravenclaws Bucky x reader

“bucky never talked much. he fell in love anyway.”

Teach Me How to Love by @thefalconthatcriedwolf Godfather/single dad!Bucky x teacher!reader

“Natasha leaves behind her precious daughter, Yelena, and with her dying breath asks Bucky to look after her. You happen to have Yelena in your class this school year.”

To Build a Home by @buckyjamess-archive @buckyjamess Mechanic/single dad!Bucky x single mom!reader

“a mechanic and a nurse walk into a schoolyard..both new in the single parent life, chaos arises when the two come together but they wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A Good Kind of Fire by @dolcezzasfantasy Modern!Bucky x reader

“Character A runs a flower shop downtown. Character B is terribly allergic to flowers.”

If I Could Fly by @ceeellewrites actor!Bucky x actress!reader, social media au

“Bucky Barnes is an actor with a small (just a tiny) celebrity crush on Y/N L/N, one of the industry’s well-known actress. Well, it’s just a celebrity crush, what could go wrong?”

The Rumour by @sidepartskinnyjeans Bucky x reader

“after a, mostly, chance meeting with Sergeant Barnes starts a rumour around the compound that soon gets out of hand.”

See the World the Way You Do by @vanderlustwords Bucky x reader, soulmate au

“You start to see colour when you meet your soulmate. Bucky thinks that soulmates are a one of a kind thing—you get one and that’s it. His world used to be colourful once and then he lost that. He’s resigned to see black and white for the rest of his life…until flashes of colours would appear from the corner of his eye. And it seemed to happen more and more as Bucky spends time with you.”

Crawl Home to Her by @nexusnyx Bucky x reader

“when bucky finaly returns from his mission, he finds you sleeping in his sofa and the apartment much different than when he left. much prettier, with a touch of home. apparently, while he was away you took his advice to “do what you want with the place, doll” seriously - or as a distraction - and now he got to come home to this.bucky’s heart takes a leap and he stands there for a second, frozen in his spot.”

Signed by the Author by @wintersfilm Bucky x reader

“on a mission to improve his conversations with sam, bucky wanders brooklyn and into a bookstore where he finds his new favourite book and the most adorable bookseller he has ever laid eyes on.”

Seasons of Love by @constantwriter85 Army vet!Bucky x reader, modern au

“Bucky gets a service dog, but Winter’s only got eyes for the dog across the park…and her owner.”

One Single Thread of Gold (Tied Me to You) by @pietrotica Bucky x reader, soulmate au

“on your sixteenth birthday, the first words your soulmate will speak to you appear on your wrist. in a world where it’s quite common to get a simple ’hi what can i get you’ or common phrases, you’ve managed to get their name. that doesn’t make it easier to find him.”

Sunday is a Family Day by @lazyangeltreemoney Bodyguard!Bucky x rockstar!reader

“You’re stubborn, annoying and hot as hell which seems to be an awful combo to mix with Bucky Barnes. However one day he realises he got you all wrong and now there’s a little kid in the mix that needs both of your help.”

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blackbat05 · 3 years ago

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You’re the best to me

Dad Shangqi x Mom Reader

A/N: Well! This idea came out pretty quickly! I guess some of these experiences are what I experienced with my dad and I thought hey, why not spread some joy into these fics? It may be a bit different from what I originally planned but I really hope that you guys like it!🙇🏽‍♀️ <University Blues> is kinda like a prequel to this?

Genre: PG 13

Warnings: Rude parents, subtle racism in between the lines (please everyone, in this difficult time, we could treat one another nicely) and if you consider Shangqi absolutely adoring his little Princess a warning and just being a supportive Sports Dad in general than suree haha👍🏽

The arena was filled with noise as the Xu family stepped in. Little Xu Xiayi was clearly nervous as she gripped her father’s hand tightly. It was natural of course, because she would be competing in her first competition.

Shangqi bends down, adjusting his daughter’s taekwondo uniform. ‘How we feeling?’ Placing his hand against her heart he gasps dramatically for god measure, ‘Wow there’s a train in there!’ It did work for a few seconds as he manages to elicit a tiny smile.

‘You nervous?’

‘A little,’ Xiayi fiddles with her belt. How he wished he could take away the nerves for his baby girl. But if there was one thing he learnt from his own father, once you’re on the stage, you have to learn how to handle the nerves. Still he was aware that his girl was only 7 years old and was just starting out in competitive martial arts.

‘Baobei, look at me.’ He sees her brown eyes that she had inherited from him. ‘Whatever the result may be, as long as you gave it your all, me and your mama will be very proud of you.’

You bend down, huddling together with your two favorite people. ‘Baba is right, whatever the outcome, we know you tried your very best!’ In an effort to make Xiayi less nervous, you squeeze your baby in a big bear hug. Just then her number is called with another girl who was at least half a head taller.

‘Go Xiayi!’ You cheered, giving her a good luck kiss while Shangqi fist bumps her small hands. As she walks away, you notice Shangqi smiling to himself.

‘What’s in there mister?’ You teased. ‘Sad to see your little treasure finally being free?’

Your husband rolls his eyes as he slings his arm across your shoulder, trying to find seats among the other parents in the stands. ‘You wish. As long as I’m alive, Xiayi will never be free from me. I’m just happy to see Xiayi being such a strong girl. I was able to do something for her that I couldn’t do for my sister.’

You knew about the siblings’ rough childhood. ‘I’m sure Xialing would be proud of her niece. She told me she really wanted to come but something held her up back in Macau. She sends her best.’

The two of you manage to find pretty decent seats near where Xiayi was competing. And it looks like both the girl’s parents came too. Let’s just say you didn’t like the haughty looks on their faces. Still, you and Shangqi remained civil.

The match was more intense than you expected. And you felt yourself glowing with pride seeing how Xiayi matched up against the girl. As the two of you settled into your seats, more curious parents came by to see who was this unknown wonder kid. A mom with two other kids in tow tells you that Xiayi’s opponent is the number two seed in the draw.

But you knew Shangqi and you couldn’t agree with him more - matches were meant to have upsets. Seeding was just another thing of the past.

Throughout the match, both girls couldn’t break away. Until now. Xiayi manages to get a well-aimed kick at her head, helping her to break away from the tied score.

Time-out. The two went to the benches below the stands, taking much needed sips of water. Shangqi motions for me to stay put as the other girl’s parents rush to her. Xiayi needs to stay focused.

Just then, the girl’s father makes a comment to his daughter that causes your blood to rise in temperature. ‘Hurt her if you have to. Make sure that Chinese girl doesn’t stand a chance.’

Your head whips to Shangqi. He’s heard it too and boy, you have never seen him that pissed off before. But he won’t blow up now. For Xiayi, he must stay cool. He still tells her one thing before she gets back on the map.

‘Stay cool. Do what you’ve been doing.’

You could not bear the intensity that was unfolding in front of your eyes. For god sake this was just a children’s match! Shutting your eyes, you lean into your husband, praying for the best. You prayed that your little baby would show those arrogant assholes that they were wrong. That they should not have messed with the daughter of a martial arts master.

‘Babe, you don’t want to miss this.’ Shangqi nudges you, giving you the confidence you needed to see it through.

And Xiayi’s done it. She’s managed to do a roundhouse kick to the girl’s chest plate, taking home the win.

‘XU XIAYI!!!’ You grabbed Shangqi, jumping up and down in joy. Your girl had just caused a major upset in her very first tournament.

If you were ecstatic, Shangqi was over the freaking moon. He flew down the steps of the stands, letting Xiayi run into his arms before lifting her up and attacking her in kisses.

‘Hey! Hahaha! Baba stop! It tickles!’ You smile fondly at the wonderful sight in front of you. Suddenly, all these fears that Shangqi had of not being a good father, becoming like his dad who was filled with nothing but hatred just went out of the window at this very moment.

A loud crash is heard behind the father-daughter duo. Xiayi’s opponent throws her bag down in anger, storming ahead of her mother who is left to pick up her forgotten bag as the father walks beside to appease his own daughter. He sees the three of you celebrating and decides to continue to make the parade of uncalled comments. Shangqi tells you to take Xiayi away first.

‘She got lucky you know? No small sized Asian brat can beat our champ.’ Shangqi wonders, he wouldn’t exactly seek his father for advice but what would he do? He decides to walk forward, extending a hand. The other man is puzzled that Shangqi didn’t flip out completely but eventually takes his hand.

Shangqi sees the two of you from the corner of his eyes. No one insults his family and gets away with it. No one will undermine his daughter’s efforts because she’s different from others. With that in mind, he attacks every pressure point that he was taught, refusing to let the other hand go. Obviously the man couldn’t do anything as his daughter was watching this standoff, ‘Daddy what are you doing! Let’s go!’

‘Hold on a second hon-’ He leans forward, possibly to beg Shangqi to release his hand before it gets severed due to blood loss. But Shangqi beats him to it, ‘If I ever hear you say anything like that three feet within my daughter and wife you son of a bitch, your hands won’t be the one in pain.’

The man nods meekly, on the verge of crying out loud. Once Shangqi lets him go, the obnoxious family got out of the arena faster than you could say ‘Cheese’.

‘Baba! That was so cool! You’ve got to teach me that so that I can teach the boys in my school a lesson not to pick on me and Jenny!’ Xiayi runs into him, wrapping her small arms around his waist. He turns to you for answers only for you to mouth, she knew.

Although Xiayi was just a kid, but she was very perceptive. For now, Shangqi doesn’t want that incident interrupting his kid’s moment of glory. So he settles with a, ‘Sure baobei, baba will teach you one day.’ He bobs her crinkled nose.

You decide to interrupt. ‘Now I usually don’t allow this, but who wants boba?’

At this moment, you wondering if you were raising one or two children. ‘Last one out of here is a dumpling!’ Shangqi pretends to sprint ahead with Xiayi running after her father, leaving you behind.

How blessed were you, when this man popped into your life. All because you ran into him on a basketball court years ago?

With Xiayi now, there will definitely be ups and downs, but you felt that as long Shangqi was there with you, nothing felt too much.

A/N: Omg I have no idea how this turned out from the idea in my head HAHA😬 I hope it’s alright! Not an expert in taekwondo or martial arts in general so I tried to rack some basic information that is buried deep in my brain. As always, like and comment if you wish and thank you for reading!❤️

Special shout-out to @wint3r-h3art @crazycookiecrumbles @ntlmundy for encouraging me to write this piece that I had in my brain within such a short span of time! I thought that maybe you would like to read it the moment it comes out🙆🏽‍♀️

#shang chi #shangqi imagine #xu shangqi #shangqi x reader #shang chi x reader #shangqi #mcu phase 4 #simu liu

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4joonkookie · 3 years ago

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After Midnight

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Words: 1.8K

Warnings/Tags: shameless smut, fuckboi!Namjoon, choking, strangling, reverse cowgirl,thigh riding, ruined orgasm, angst, fluff, masturbation, mutual masturbation.

Summary: You prey on Namjoon when he can’t be peeled away from his work in the studio and after a slight speed bump, it continues in the bedroom.

(In order) thigh riding, Yoongi Cameo, ruined orgasm, mutual masturbation, (eventual orgasms) and reverse cowgirl.

It’s Midnight.

You’ve been waiting in bed almost 2 hours for Namjoon to finish in the studio. You texted again and he’s been “almost done” for over an hour now.

You’re panty-clad only but throw on his nearby hoodie and quietly head downstairs to fetch him. You gently open the studio door, hoping not to disturb anyone.

“Hey.”, he turns from a computer screen as you close the door behind you.

He quickly turns his attention back to the screen, engrossed in his work. You reach him and turn the rolling chair just enough to squeeze onto his lap.

“Almost, I swear.”, he says, eyes not leaving the computer screen.

“You said that at 10.”, you whine, placing little kisses on his neck.

You brace yourself on his lap and lean forward facing away from him to reach the mouse of the computer, closing all of the applications.

“Oh I like this”, he says, grazing his hands over your near-bare ass and admiring this coincidental view. He’s pleasantly distracted until he sees what you’re doing.

“Wait , wait, wait, I'm not do__…”, he begins to scold you.

“You’re done.”, you look at him convincingly and nod, turning to straddle him face-to-face in the chair. You bluff, “...unless you’d like me to go.” beginning to stand from his lap.

He uses a large arm to pull you back straight away and locks his lips with yours.

“Mmph… 20 minutes...”, he negotiates between heated kisses. Just give me 20 minutes and I’ll head upstairs and we can finish this.”, he says, grinding his lap up.

“We haven’t started anything yet.”, you groan as you reach for the waistband of his shorts.

He lifts you by your waist and spreads your legs over one of his thighs. He begins guiding your hips back and forth and you both groan into the feeling.

“We can start like this.” he says.

“Not while you’re working.”, you counter, wanting, needing to be more important.

“No?” he says, not letting his lips leave yours but rolls the both of you back to the computer.

He lifts you off his lap briefly to raise one leg of his shorts and pulls your panties to the side. Your lips hug his bare thigh, dragging your swelling center over his smooth skin. He pushes his leg up, causing you to cry out.

The moisture flowing allows you to slide easily, Namjoon keeping his leg firm in place. The increase in sensation makes your mind foggy but you tease anyway:

“And exactly how many girls have you convinced to grind on you while you work in this studio?, you ask, not disrupting the rhythm you've created.

“None that look as good in my sweater as you do”, he says softly, sliding a hand under the sweater and feeling up your breasts underneath.

Your core slips and slides on his thigh, orgasm hot in your belly. You try to distract yourself to pull him farther from even considering touching that computer again.

“Mmmm...and how many girls have worn your sweater?”, you moan in his ear, grinding with pleasure.

“None that look as sexy with my hand wrapped around their neck as you do.”, he replies, not missing a beat. Damn. His hand in the sweater grips around your throat with light pressure, Namjoon eoying watching your boobs bounce while you move on him.’

“More?” he asks.

“More.”,you reply, moans becoming needier and breathier.

The sweater rides higher on your body when he squeezes your neck a bit tighter, pushing you down on his thigh harder. You’re swept away, hips moving instinctively, chasing the climax.

“Come, baby. Make a mess on me.” He swoons and tightens his grip on your throat ,catapulting you to your orgasm. Your legs are shaking when the studio door swings open.

Only you can see a mortified Yoongi squint his eyes shut, use a hand to cover his already shut eyes and never lets the other hand leave the door handle before slamming it back shut.

“Oh my God.” you say, humiliated and softly and drop your head to Namjoon’s shoulder.

“ ...I forgot.”,he says, frozen with his hands on your waist. He was expecting Yoongi.

“You knew he was coming?!”, you grip his shoulders, feeling your blood boil.

“I asked him to come down to help me finish_”

“Ugh!” You grunt, interrupting. You angrily hop off his lap. “Have him finish you off then, see if I care!”.

You storm out of the studio, not even minding Yoongi still outside the door with a view of your bare ass, trotting away.

Stomping upstairs, you return to the bedroom. You take off Namjoon’s sweatshirt, your body overheated with embarrassment and ruined orgasm. You shut off the lights, hide under the blanket and hope to fall asleep and put off the discomfort and frustration until morning.

You expect Namjoon to stay with Yoongi in the studio and are surprised when a flash of light pans the room when the door opens. The lights turn on and he laughs when he sees your curled up body under the blankets, surely pouting. He jumps on the bed and wrestles you out from underneath the blanket.

“You pull tight at the covers and fight to keep shielded.” He finds your ribs on your blanketed form and tickles you until you let go of the sheets. You greeted with his sweet smile.

“Don’t be embarrassed…” he begins.

“But I am.”, you snap back more roughly than you intend. “I’m embarrassed that I had to literally hunt and pin you down to try and get laid.”, you're noticing real feelings coming out under the heat of embarrassment. “That I had to all but beg to tear you away from your work.”

He hangs his head in realization. He looks at you to speak. “I'm sorry, you’re right...”, he says, sincerely. He continues “....but I'm so glad you did...”, insufferably sweet.

“ Well, next time I won't.”, you reply, still cross with him. “I’ll just take care of it myself.”

“Only if you let me watch.”, he teases and begins to stroke your body and kiss your neck. It’s enticing but your ego is still bruised and you’re not ready to give back in to him yet.

“Take off Your pants.”, you demand and gesture at him to sit on the end of the bed. He complies readily, undresses and sits with his exposed cock on one end of the bed.

You pull the still-sticky panties off your body and get on all-fours to arrange pillows on the opposite end of Namjoon, revealing your ass to him. You mimic the view he’d enjoyed earlier. You gather several pillows to prop your back up and use one to sit on.

You settle yourself on the pillow and spread your thighs apart to expose your glistening cunt, still wet. Namjoon’s cock swells further, eyes darting across your body while his brain catches up to his dick.

You begin by dragging some wetness above to your clit. Your leg twitches when you move over the sensitive nub. You use the flat pads of 2 fingers to circle around, breath quickening.

Namjoon runs an antsy hand through his hair while exhaling deeply, mesmerized.

“Fuck baby…”, he groans while grabbing at the base of his leaking cock.

You spread wetness around your opening before sinking your middle and ring finger inside. Using your other hand to spread your lips apart so Namjoon can see.

He moans and uses building precum to turn his wrist around his shaft.

The image of him working his own cock propels you faster, rubbing faster and your pelvis instinctively grinds against your own fingers.

Namjoon strokes up and down his length. “You sure you don’t want to come over here, baby?”, he growls, tempting you with his dripping cock.

You look at him thoughtfully for a half-second before nearly pouncing on him across the bed. You’d kill to get that moment on his thighs back. It’s an offer that can’t be denied.

You straddle the same thigh and settle yourself on either side. Namjoon is keen on your idea and replaces his hand around your neck.

“Where were we?”, he whispers, setting a rhythm with his lap.

“I was telling you how sexy you looked with my hand wrapped around your neck…”

It’s just a few rolls Of your hips before the sensation captures you again.

“...and how I wanted that pretty pussy to make a mess on me”, he praises.

You start to see white when his grip tightens around your neck.

“Mmm...Joonie” you moan as your peak takes you over.. He keeps his grip tight on your throat until your orgasm and hips roll slower.

“Turn around.'' he says. You can hardly make out what he’s saying in your blissed state but turn to allow him to envelope his cock inside you.

He groans when you bottom out, You rotate your hips, grinding over his shaft until Namjoon can’t control his breathing.

He lays little slaps on your skin, grabbing and groping your ass cheeks.

You rotate your hips, grinding over his shaft.

“mmmph_ I love the way you move.”, he praises. You glance back to find him with one hand behind his neck and the other guiding your ass as it bounces, eyes fixated on the work on his cock.

You arch your back, and he uses his hand to keep you high up, impossibly deep. He pushes down on your shoulders as he thrusts from below you, eventually lifting himself up to his knees for a better angle. He still pushes the small of your back to guide you around his cock.

He gorans out and moves faster causing you to lose your balance. He doesn’t let you slip off but catches you bent on all fours, never losing stride.

“I’m gonna make a mess of that pussy, baby.”, he threatens as he fucks his orgasm into you. He keeps his rapid pace and bottoms out a final time.

He falls beside you and gives your ass a rewarding rub.

“I’m sorry.”, he begins. “It’s hard for me to walk away from work”, he says, still catching his breath. “ But you’re a welcome distraction. and I love it when you ‘hunt and pin’ me down.” he kisses you.

In a teasing tone, he continues, “And how many guys have watched you touch yourself like that?”

He looks truly curious but you leave him guessing anyway.

“None that look as sexy watching me as you do”. You tease back as you stroke his cheek.

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