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Destiny is a fickle thing, always writing and rewriting that which has already been established betwixt the stars above, faux all of them as the Usurper King saw fit to shelter or isolate this world. So it confirmed for DĂĄinsleif when his paths crossed anew with the descendant of the long-lasting Alberich clan, predating even the shrouded sun dynasty one of its men came to reign over as an appointed regent. And just as their first proper meeting after a couple of decades of history shared, brief and fleeting like a child's minute wonder, guards were held up high in a quiescent war between two individuals tied by a long destroyed kingdom.
If one were to be sufficiently sharp and attentive, even in such scenario they would be able to pick up on details that for others who lack context may go overlooked. For Kaeya Alberich's luck or misfortune, the Twilight Sword of old happens to be one such individual.
Truce finds its way settling between star-shaped eye bearers as the dust of the endless ocean of sand in the silent night. No more subtle quirks or prods in sight in an assault to disarm the others from the secrets they hold that could prove beneficial to the other's intel, just the gentle rustling of the foliage above that covers them in an oasis as rare to find in a desert as an inteyvat away from its homeland. In their brief time shared together where no other option was left for neither of them, DĂĄinsleif has noticed specks of light that make visible a burden that should not be of the other's. And so he wastes no opportunity to make it known, but to provide solace he's yet unbeknownst of its magnitude.
âIf you've already let go of your ties to the past... then keep it that way.â His sharp voice cuts through the quiescence like a razor in the dead of the night from where he idles by, at a prudent distance from the other to give him spaceâ reproducing his last words before Kaeya parted from the tavern that hosted their fateful encounter. He meant every word he said, yet it seems like they must've fell on deaf ears for the burdened. Thus he takes it upon himself to continue. âI ignore what your upbringing must've been before you were taken under the wing of the Ragnvindr, but I shall tell you this: you needn't burden yourself for a kingdom that is no more.â
This time, too, he means it. Wholeheartedly.
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#.txt#while itâs not official i can see what theyâve finally decided to give me and i donât think i deserve such grades at all like iâm sorry but#i should never get less than a 2:1 in any module i refuse to believe i messed up on exams that much#like yes i was restricting heavily around exam season (not my smartest decision) and was dealing with brain fog but i still revised and wenr#over such a good amount of content and left my exams feeling very confident i donât think it was marked correctly at all#and now itâs brought my overall grade down immensely#2:2 overall ?? youâre kidding me thatâs not right when i calculate my second and third year grades with the ratio being taken into account#it should even scrape a 2:1 so i donât know where the lower came from#this strike has caused immense stress and i believe that the one module where i submitted the wrong essay accidentally should be looked over#they wonât let me do anything about it and itâs ridiculous they just donât seem to care#theyâve ruined so many opportunities for people which sucks so bad like what am i meant to do here
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read other parts first!!! : part 1 â part 2
pairing: lee know x reader
summary: you somehow managed to cross the line with your bunny, can it be pleasurable for the both of you?
tags: ăNSFW! 18+ only! smut | hybrid!lee know | referring to lee know as minho | hybrid wanting to mate | needy!lee know makes a return | humping/thighjob | nipple play | unprotected sex (i dont condone!) | anal | orgasms for both^^ | cuddles are here i promise | reader has no genderă
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a/n: hello! i severely apologize to all of you who have been waiting for this part to come out :( ive been struggling to find time to continue to write, and the motivation with it... but here it is! seriously... i can't explain how much i appreciate all of the love you guys have given to my stories⥠im so happy you guys love bunny lee know so much! i also wanted to keep this as neutral as possible regarding the reader (hence the anal) but you can switch it out in your imagination! (i wanted to have all readers to be able to enjoy!) also this is my first smut story being uploaded... i hope you guys have a good read><!!!~
(special shoutout to @omgsecretsecret for helping me edit this partâĄ)
+ stylized lowercase, missing punctuation (not done on purpose), and minimal revisions
"so do bunnies like you experience everything a human should?"
you didn't know why your mind was drifting towards this direction. for as long as you had minho in your house, you were sure your relationship would be 100% platonic. he was adorable as hell, eased your mind whenever any worries came to you, and was always there by your side. did that give you clearance to make a move on him? you didn't want to ruin the perfect relationship you two had, but you have needs, and you were wondering if he had the ability to share those same needs.
minho paused for a moment, sitting oddly still while you sat above him. you were sitting on the edge of your bed, playing with his hair while he sat on the floor with his head leaning against the mattress. his head was almost at a distance where you could press your thighs against each side of his face, but you resisted enough so the lingering thoughts of teasing him went away.
he turned around briefly to face you, "what do you mean by 'everything'?"
your face began to flush after you realized how insensitive your question could've been.
"not to pry or anything but... aren't bunnies known for... having a high sex drive?" you spat out quickly before your confidence faded away.
his eyes widened, this is the first time youve seen him this shocked at your words. he was too shocked to even reply to you, not that he had anything ready in his mind. you could feel his presence tense up and you wanted to steer clear of whatever dirty path your mind seemed to wander on. he didn't say anything and just turned back around, finally leaning into your thigh. he wrapped one arm around your leg, feeling your cool skin calming down his burning face. having him so close to you when you wanted to run away in shame felt strange. you were always used to being close to minho, but the sudden affection, especially after that moment, was out of place. your leg started to warm up because of his face. starting to relax a bit, you realized that it wasn't the right time to head across that line.
you smiled and started to play with his hair again, looping each little section around your finger into curls. they eventually sprung back to its natural shape once you let go. minho loved this time with you, when all you did was leave your worries for that day and focused on him. it was his favorite thing to do while being with you. he still carried the thought in his mind, 'maybe something would happen during my need for mating'. only time could tell the new moments you two would experience together.
during the late night, you and minho were cuddling in bed. it wasn't strange for the both of you anymore. you knew that minho felt more comfortable knowing that you kept him safe. cuddling with him was the least you could do to comfort him.
this night felt different though. the question you asked earlier felt like a reach into unwanted territories. you wanted him to expand on his feelings, but at the end of the day he was a shy bunny who got flustered easier than you thought.
unsure of your next thoughts, you closed your eyes and tried your best to go to sleep as soon as you could. feeling rustling from behind you, minho's presence inched closer to you. the movement didn't stop, you could feel him shaking now. was it too cold in the room? you stayed as still as possible, trying to make out the noise coming from him. he was whimpering softly, almost like he needed something desperately.
"m-minho?"
you turned around to face him, tears were welling up in his eyes. he was clearly distraught about something but you had no clue what happened. your heart sank, was it because of the invasive conversation from earlier?
he sniffed softly, trying to make out words but ultimately getting choked up.
"i... i need..."
his eyes glanced down to the bottom half of his body. tentatively scanning his body as to what he was trying to point out, the last and most obvious thing you noticed was a slight twitch coming from his crotch, the cloth sticking up as well.
'fuck... is this really happening?' you thought to yourself. you managed to repress and bury all the inappropriate thoughts you had about minho, but he was about to fuel it once again. his face was as pink as ever, in desperate need for your warm touch.
"is this what i think it is?"
"mating tendencies... yeah... i-ive never experienced it while being human, i dont know if it will feel the same. but i r-really need..."
he was huffing between words, stuttering as well.
"let me think for a second."
you turned facing away from him. rubbing your thighs together, trying to hold back the good aching feeling rising within, you couldn't help but panic for a second. would you help him out because he's in pain and needs to relieve himself? how would this moment affect your relationship moving forward? would it be a normal occurrence, or only during his need to mate? would it be better to just ignore it and try hold on to whatever you two had going on when you first met?
your rushing thoughts were interrupted by something warm, sticky, and hard. something poking at your thighs, trying to squeeze itself in between.
you couldn't help but let out a small yelp. that feeling began to rise in you. there was no way things were going back to how they used to be. the movement kept progressing, you glanced down in front of yourself to find the head of minho's cock against your thighs. you wanted nothing more than to take him, take his body, and pleasure the both of you were bound to have.
"minho please.." you reached down towards his cock, ready to progress. he misunderstood and took it as you wanting to stop. he pulled away, hesitantly, already missing the softness of your thighs.
"mm sorry... i j-just need.."
"hey," you turned around slightly to grab his face. you flashed him a small grin, making sure he didn't feel guilty for acting this way around you. "it's okay."
a tear started to stream down one side of his face. your reassurance made him slide himself back in between your thighs. you wondered how it was possible for it to feel so good on your bare skin. you had shorts on but it all of a sudden became more hot under the blankets. your thighs were coated in a thin layer of his precum. he gripped onto your body for a better stroke pattern.
sweet little moans erupted from behind you. minho was the one engulfing your body with his tall stature against you. however, you felt like you were in charge at the moment. letting your sweet bunny try and cum from your body was more than enough for you to start to get horny yourself.
slipping a hand under your shirt, you began to play with your nipples slowly. you shut your eyes and leaned more into minho's chest, hoping that he wouldn't catch you in the act. sweet little huffs turned into loud groans, he was in a trance and he hadn't even started to properly explore your body. he had ultimately noticed you leaning more into him, even arching your back. he wanted you to feel comfortable and not worry as much about trying to relieve yourself on your own. although you were the one trying to help him, he wanted to be the one to help you with your release too.
"let me.. please?" he said while placing his hand on top of yours, wanting to take your place on your chest. you moved your hand down in defeat, it was impossible to say no to him. his hands felt warm on your bare skin. swirling his fingers around you and occasionally pulling, your nipples hardened more and more. your breath started to get unsteady as you wanted more. shivers ran throughout your whole body.
gently breaking the contact of his cock and your thighs, you turned your whole body around to face him. you locked eyes with him and all the guilt and doubts you had in your mind about you two went away. his cock began to twitch at the loss of warmth. you suddenly placed your hand on him, slowly stroking and gliding on him, your hand becoming a sticky mess. he let out a strong huff and tilted his head back. you both were seeing stars. minho was unable to fathom that you were finally touching him, taking in all the strength to not cum right then and there. you were also shocked at how good you felt. seeing his reaction made you more comfortable and ready to move further.
grabbing your face with both hands, he placed a passionate, wet kiss on your lips. his tongue was determined and he kept moving his mouth in ways that sent you to heaven. pulling away to see your reaction, he smiled, "im still all yours, remember?" his voice just became more sexy to you than ever. you quickly locked lips with him again, smiling through it all. his lips were soft and plump from all the action, he bit the bottom of your lip to signal he needed some air. both of you sharing the same blushing expression.
he tried to drag your body back around but ultimately needed assistance. helping him out, you turned around immediately. sticking your ass out on his bare cock, you moved your hips up and down. minho was at his breaking point. he nudged his mouth near your ear, slowly dragging your shorts and underwear down. "please? let me put it in... i need to feel you.." his breath was hot and low on your ear. you were surprised you hadn't melted into a puddle yet.
you didn't say anything. you were too drunk off of the bliss feeling lingering throughout your whole body. you placed a hand on top of his that was resting on your hip. he took that as a sign to start.
not a second to waste, he lodged his entire length into your ass, letting out a deep moan into your ear. you arched your back more and almost choked up on the intense yelp you let out. he filled you up so good, it barely hurt from all the precum he was dripping with. he also took his time on the first stroke, pulling out his length so you knew how its absence would feel. you squeezed his hand, wanting more.
he slowly stroked back in, his high coming back harder this time. you felt like your heart was going to explode. his slow rhythm became more loud and sloppy, the wetness spreading throughout your bodies. syncing your moans with each pump, you instinctively rolled your tongue to hang out and pant more. you wanted this feeling to last for as long as possible.
the pace began to increase, and minho wasn't holding back on his moans. this whole time he was in his human form, but this much work was bound to make him change. you didn't notice at first, but his bunny ears appeared and drooped down, gently caressing your face. being in his hybrid form made him more bunny like, it made him go faster. the rhythm was so irresistible, it was fast but gentle, hitting you in all the right places. you felt yourself being filled with more fluid, gliding himself became easier than before.
he held onto your body even closer and tighter. minho started to felt bad about involving you in this situation, but you did want to be closer to him in this way. he wanted to make sure you felt satisfied, so he held himself back and focused the pleasure going to you. the final stretch of your rising heat and the steady rhythm snapped you out of your trance.
"s-slower, please minh-ho," you whined out. you couldn't tell, but he began to smirk at the way his name sounded in that tone. it drove him crazy, the fact that he was actually making you a complete mess. you wanted to savor this addictive feeling, but the slower strokes made your body greedy.
it all came rushing in at once, you let out one last yelp as you rode through your high. minho helped you by holding on to your shaking body.
the sight of your worn body filled himself with so much pride, he was shocked that he hadn't came yet. "did that feel good?" his voice was low and velvety in your ears again.
"y-yes," you managed to whisper out. still sensitive, you could feel him twitching around your walls, which made you choke slightly between breaths. he was trying his best not to move too much, but his body wasn't on his side.
you wanted to help him, but first you needed to recover. he moved his head to your neck, slowly sucking and kissing around to make sure you were okay. his sweet behavior was very calming, especially after the first orgasm you experienced with him.
"dont you want to cum too?" your question snapped him back to the situation at hand.
"can i?"
you nodded lazily, about to doze off at any minute. however, minho was quick to return to his rough pace, making your eyes steady again. he buried his head back onto you, acting like the shy bunny you knew too. the deeper and harder he pumped, he suddenly whispered a quick 'fuck' under his breath, pulling out of you. he grabbed his dick and painted your ass with his warm, thick cum.
it was beautiful, seeing how happy he was to finally get his first orgasm as a human. he pressed his body up against you, getting all the cum and sweat on his body as well. he didn't mind it though, he was too tired to clean up.
he looked drained, you noticed the beads of sweat all over his face and body. he was glistening with a new aura, and he looked like the most beautiful thing in the world. he still managed to give you a crooked smile, letting you know it was a good experience. you started to get flustered, even though you two just experienced the most intimate action ever.
you changed your position, letting your face sit on his chest. you buried and hid your red face from him. he gently reached up to pet your head, soothing you to sleep.
waking up to minho distanced away, you couldn't help but pull him back into a cuddle. he had quickly turned back into his bunny form to recharge from the actions that took place last night. he didn't flinch at all from the movement, he just slowed his breathing down as he was surrounded by a sudden warmth. you couldn't help but feel a little sorry about the sacrifice he took today. you pet his body slowly, kissing his head gently. you wanted to apologize for the state he was in now, but he was the one who made sure that it was okay to go through with in the first place.
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New Hunger
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I think Hanni's got an addictive personality in this fic. Let's see what happens. I'd like to thank @i-am-lifeform24 for the idea. maybe I make part 2 idk
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Hanni X Mreader
Hanni stared in disbelief at the bright red marking on her paper, âC.â Her heart dropped, and as soon as class was over, she went straight to her professor. âMiss Park! Why did I get a C on my assignment?âÂ
The older woman turned to Hanni, her mind returning to Hanniâs paper. âIf I recall correctlyâŠâ Miss Park taps her cheek, considering how to phrase her answer, âYou donât know what youâre talking about.â She tells Hanni bluntly. âHanni, be honest with me; you havenât had sex before, right?â
âI-well, IâŠno.â She hangs her head, feeling embarrassed.
Miss Park takes a long breath and places her hand on Hanniâs shoulder. âHanni, you understand how the body works, but you donât understand the emotions behind it. My class is just as much about what our bodies do and how they interact as the emotions and sensations behind them. My suggestion to you is to have sex with someone. It will open your eyes to what Iâm trying to teach, and if you want to, you can revise your paper and turn it in after our midterm.â Miss Park pats Hanniâs shoulder and smiles at the younger woman. âSex is a great part of our lives, and youâre young. You should see what youâre missing out on. Find someone you trust.â She says before turning around and leaving Hanni in the classroom.
Thereâs a pit in Hanniâs stomach as she considers her professorâs words. âIs there really something Iâm missing?â She asks herself before walking outside. She didnât think there was anything she was missing out on. She looked at her paper again, the red C mocking her. Hanni considered who she should talk to when she remembered you were visiting the campus. She pulled out her phone and dialed your number, her heart beating quickly as the first and second rings passed.Â
âHello?â
âHey! I know youâre visiting my campus. Are you busy?â
âNo, not really. I found the esports club, and Iâm in their club room if you want to come and find me.â
âJust meet me in the center quad.â She shouts, her annoyed tone coming through clearly.
âSheesh, alright, ms. pushy.â You say before hanging up and leaving for the quad. You find Hanni waiting for you on one of the benches. When she spots you, she stands up and rushes over. âHey, how have you been?â She says, all smiles.
You squint at her, âWhat do you want?â Hanni chuckled, âHanni, I already know you want something. Out with it.â
Hanni purses her lips and digs the toe of her shoe into the ground. âItâs not something I can say out here; letâs go to my place,â Hanni says, taking your hand momentarily before letting it go out of nervousness. You try to make conversation with Hanni, but your efforts are in vain as she stays quiet throughout your walk to her room.
âIs something wrong?â you finally ask her. Hanni gives you a simple nod and looks through her bag, pulling out a key.Â
âWeâre here.â She says quietly, unlocking the door and heading inside. She shuts the door behind you and walks to her bed. Hanniâs space was small, with a little kitchen area by the entrance before you were immediately in her bedroom. You watch Hanni take a deep breath. âOkay, so this is what I need from you.â Hanni pauses and turns around, staring into your eyes, the brief silence deafening you both. As more seconds ticked by without a word, Hanni grew increasingly nervous before eventually blurting out what she needed to say. âI need to have sex with you.âÂ
âYou what?â You ask, your voice cracking as you wonder if you heard her right.Â
âPlease?â Hanni says, clasping her hands together. âI really need to pass a class, and you know I do my best work when I can get hands-on experience.â The desperation in her voice continues to rise. âJust once, thatâs all I need, and we never have to do it again.â
You rub your temples, annoyed that youâre contemplating her wishes. âOkay, so this is for a class? How badly do you need to pass this class? A better question: why do you need to have sex?â
âBecause my professor said I didnât understand what she was trying to teach me, and I need to have it so I know better. I need this super badly. I held off on this class because I thought it would be easy and I could use it my last semester. My grades are perfect otherwise; I just need this. So, please?â Hanni grips your shirt, shaking it. âYouâre the only one I trust.â
âFuck, fine, Iâll help you out,â you tell her, not looking forward to being with her. âI can turn in my midterm before you have to finish yours, so let me finish what I have to, then we can meet.âÂ
Hanni wraps her arms around you, hugging you tightly. âThank you, thank you, thank you!â She repeats, crying into your chest.
âCâmon Hanni, stop crying, youâre ruining my shirt.â You whine as she holds onto you, rubbing her head into your chest. You crane your neck back and sigh, knowing there is nothing you can do until Hanni decides to let you go. Eventually, Hanni lets go of you and changes the topic of conversation, steering you toward what things have been like since you went your separate ways after high school. You wonder if this was really the time to have this conversation before you both settle into a routine.Â
When you were about to leave, Hanni grabbed your shirt and pulled it back. âHey, um, is this going to be your first time too?âÂ
âYeah, it is. Itâll be the first time for both of us, so you better study up.â You tell her as you begin walking out. âIâll text you the details when I finish my midterms. Donât forget to respond so we can find a time that works.â
âYeah,â Hanni sits in her room, feeling a little better about still not having sex yet. She lays back in her bed, considering what studying up would be. She pulls up her phone, her fingers tapping away at the screen, stopping herself just before clicking enter. Hanniâs cheeks turned red as she pressed enter; it was going to be her first time watching porn. The homepage showed her more than she expected: dozens of dirty titles and screenshots. The sight did turn her on, though; Hanni felt her body tingle when she looked at a woman in the throes of pleasure. At that moment, something clicked inside Hanni. Hanni tapped on the search bar, though, looking up âHow to have sex.â and clicking on the first video. Hanni immersed herself in the video, taking in every bit of information the woman on the screen provided. One video turned into two, then three. The next thing Hanni knew, she was lying on her bed naked, her sheets soaked.
Hanni couldnât wait to talk to Miss Park the next time she had class. She sat in her seat, rubbing her legs together the entire time. When class was over, she rushed to Miss Park. âOh, Hanni, just the girl I wanted to see.â Miss Park said with a smile. âI got a few things for you,â she said, pulling out a bag. âAfter our last talk, I thought it would be good to help you on your little journey.â Miss Park smiles at Hanni as she hands over the bag. âI hope you enjoy them; now Iâve got to go. I look forward to your improvements.âÂ
Hanni opened her mouth to say something, but Miss Park was out the door before she could. Hanni looked into the bag, reaching in and pulling out a box. She immediately dropped it back in after seeing it was a dildo. Hanni looks at the door before looking back into the gift bag. She wrapped the string around her hand, ensuring no one could look inside. She rushed to her dorm and sat on her bed, pulling out the toy and looking through the rest of the bag. It had lube and other toys. Hanni opened one of the boxes, pulling out the dildo. She placed it on her lap as she put the box to the side. Grabbing it by the shaft, Hanni couldnât help but feel nervous. She stared at it, contemplating what she should do next. The toy taunted Hanni, pushing her to act on her feelings.Â
She rejected it, putting away the toy and hiding everything inside her bag. Hanni took a deep breath, sitting on the edge of her bed, her mind filling with thoughts of the toys. She began to touch herself, feeling her lower half get wet the longer she thought about the toys. It was all she could think about that night until she got your message. âIâm done with my midterm. When did you want to meet up?â
âTomorrow.â She texted back. Hanniâs night was spent finalizing the few details of her rendezvous.Â
Two days passed before you were finally able to meet with Hanni. She was losing control of herself as time got closer. She spent her time watching porn and playing with herself. The thought of the toys was in the back of her mind until she felt that her fingers werenât enough anymore. She went into the bag, pulling out the dildo and the lube. In her haze, Hanni poured too much lube onto the dildo. She ran her hand along the shaft, trying to coat it evenly. She laid back, raising her hips as one of the videos she had watched said to, and pushed the dildo against her folds, moving inside herself slowly. A low guttural moan slowly filled the room as Hanni felt the dildo fill her cunt, her body stretching slightly around it. She was desperate for more; the pleasure she felt was like nothing else. She sped up the process, ramming the rest of the dildo inside herself and cumming. Hanniâs body tensed, her back arching and toes curling before the tension suddenly released, and a wave of euphoric pleasure washed over her. She lay in bed for a moment, her chest heaving as she recovered from her climax. Her body continued to get hotter, though, craving more. In time she was fucking herself crazy, pushing every in of the dildo inside her before eventually switching to the vibrator. Hanni turned herself onto her stomach and raised her hips as she slid the toy in and out of her cunt. Her dripping sex wanted more.
You knocked on her door, waiting for her to open it, when you heard, âItâs open!â You step inside the room, your senses bombarded by the sight and sound of Hanni. Her ass is raised toward you as she moves the toy deeper into her cunt.Â
 âWhat took you so long? I need you,â she whispers. Youâd never seen her act like this in all your years of knowing Hanni.â Hanni turns herself over and spreads her legs for you; her breathing is heavy as she tries to speak. âCâmon, take your clothes off so we can get started.â You pause and look around the room, noticing the used toy laid out and the bottle of lube. You put together what happened quickly after reading the label. The lube was laced with aphrodisiacs, and Hanni mustâve used it without noticing.Â
Hanni grew impatient as you were figuring out what was happening. She got off the bed, wrapped her arms around your neck, and pulled you into a kiss. Her warm lips melted into yours as she ran her hand to your bulge. You give in to Hanni, stripping down and pushing her onto the bed. Hanni keeps her hands around your cock. They were slick and slid up and down your shaft quickly, making you groan her name. Hanni grinned, hearing you call her name. âFeels good, right?â She said with a giggle. âI donât think that I can wait thought,â Hanni pointed your cock toward her entrance and rubbed the tip against her folds. âHmm, it feels different.â She placed your cock between her lips and held her legs apart, âI want you to do it. Fuck me.â Hanni felt dirty uttering those words to you, but it was what she truly wanted.Â
You push inside Hanni, her warm insides snuggly holding your cock as you push deeper into her. Hanniâs light moans filled the room as she felt your cock move inside her. It felt different than when she used a toy; it was much better. She never wanted you to pull out and wrap her legs around your waist. âSo deep,â Hanni mumbles as you begin thrusting into her. You grip Hanniâs waist thrusting wildly as you enjoy your first pussy. Hanniâs walls clamp down on your cock when youâre deeper inside her, giving you the motivation to try and go as deep as possible. You press your lips against hers as your hands dig into her skin.
âI didnât know you were such a slut,â You groan, not knowing what you were saying, both your mind and Hanni being lost in a haze of pleasure. Hanniâs moans grow louder as she listens to your degrading comment. For a reason, she didnât know, it turned her on.Â
âIâm a big slut,â she whimpered, egging you on to say more things about her. You degrade Hanni further, mentioning how she clung to you like a fleshlight or how she moaned. Every comment earned you louder moans. It wasnât long before you came inside her, but neither one of you was done yet. You pulled out of Hanni and flipped her over, placing one hand on her shoulder and wrapping her long hair around the other. You tugged on the hair as you slammed yourself back inside her cunt. âYes!â Hanni screamed, loving the treatment you gave her. Hanni felt alive, understanding what Miss Park meant by emotions and sensations. You tugged on her hair, and Hanni tightened around your cock; she was getting close to her orgasm. You press harder and drive your cock into Hanni, struggling to hold your own climax. Close to your orgasm, your grip on Hanniâs shoulder tightens. You bury yourself inside Hanni, cumming inside her. Hanni melts as she feels your cock throb and your semen pour into her. She cums on you, and her body goes limp. She crashes onto her bed, and you fall on her, trapping her. Hanni moans softly, focusing on the warm feeling inside her and the throbbing of your cock.Â
You roll off Hanni and pull out. The empty feeling she has after leaves her wanting more. Now, knowing what sex was like, Hanni was craving it; the tingling sensation that coursed through her body was addicting. She straddled you and slipped your cock back inside. âLetâs go again,â she whispered. You and Hanni continued for two more rounds before your bodies gave out on you. You left early in the morning, a little sore from your fun with Hanni.
Hanni strolled into class the next day, a new energy blossoming within her. Miss Park noticed and, before class started, sat beside Hanni. âLooks like someone had finally got some experience. Was it good?â Hanni gave Miss Park a nod and smiled at her. âYou know, if you ever want to explore some more, Iâd be willing to help you.â Miss Park placed her hands on Hanniâs thigh, giving it a slight squeeze. âI wouldnât mind playing with you a little at one of my parties.â She whispered into Hanniâs ear.Â
Hanni smiled at her and nodded. âIâd like that, Miss Park.â
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They left me no choice.
The animation industry is an absolute trash fire right now, and TBH... I don't think it's going to recover. Not in a form I recognize, anyway.
I could go on all day about the self-hating monster that is the Animation Business, but I've said it all before. Right now, none of the major studios are making much of anything, and almost all of what they are making is "library content". I'm currently doing storyboard revisions alongside a number of other former producers and directors, and I'm lucky to have the work. Once all of the mismanagement and the mergers get sorted, though, there should be plenty of room for more mismanagement and mergers. And the A.I. Don't forget the A.I.
It seems that I either give myself over fully to the souring corporate teat in the hopes that I can pretend that I still live in a world where "the grind" matters. Or I take a risk and make one big push to do... something.
First up:
Billy & Mandy vs. The Entertainment Industry:
This is my interview/reality/documentary show on the making of The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy from stem to stern. I'll be talking to as many people as I can who worked on the show about all sorts of different parts of the process. We'll definitely get to voice actors, but the first segment is probably going to be about Billy & Mandy's pre-history and the Big Pick Weekend.
The Upward Expedition:
This is my pick for my indie show. I have a bible. I have a decade of ideas. Time to sit down and tell a story. I want to get some screen sharing going at some point. I'll definitely share artwork as well as the trials and tribulations of getting from There to Back Again.
I'd love to get a Discord server going and provide a place where people can talk about the stuff I'm making (and the entertainment industry in general). I still have enough Billy & Mandy swag left that I'm sure I'll factor that stuff in as well.
In the immediate future, the funding goes to securing a space to do the interviews and probably to banking money for voice actors. I'm still deciding on my update schedule, but it should start in earnest next week.
I'm excited. Pretty scared... but also excited.
More updates to come. Definitely let me know if there's anything specific you'd like to see on the Patreon!
As always, thanks for sticking around!
#maxwell atoms#patreon#the grim adventures of billy & mandy#billy and mandy#the upward expedition#cartoons#animation#documentary#crowdfunding
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âWhat, pardon you?â Phosa huffed, or at least produced a soft rush of static-sound that seemed intended for the same purpose. âIâmâI don't think I'm the one with anything to complain about, here. I mean, the fight was a bit worrying, but⊠that seems to be over now?â
Belatedly, it occurred to Phosa to wonder whether the same reasoning that had kept her from joining a battle she didnât understand should have kept her from helping any of the combatants afterwards. But that wasnât how things worked in the Spire, so⊠here she was.
Phosa followed the gesture, stepping her manifestation behind the bot to telegraph what she was doing. âThis?â she asked, tracing it to confirm. âItâs, uh. I can reconnect it, but itâs in pretty bad shape. Not sure how long itâll hold...â
"Oh. You were here to sight-see?" Well, they did get tourists in Bayfloat from time to time - it was a rather pleasant seaside city after all (if you ignore all the crime and supervillainy).
"Pardon the ...sight then." The machine now opted to just leaning against a nearby wall, despite most of their own processor telling them to up and leave. But that's just the problem wasn't it - the fact that they were in no condition to leave.
Yellow Three lets out a low electronic whine.
"There's something that came loose all the way back-" The android point at a spot somewhere on his lower back. "-here."
"I can't really reach it in my current state."
#(let me know if I should edit anything! I had Phosa comment on the damage just to move things forward a bit but I can revise if needed)#5mind#Fivemind#Fivemind: Yellow Three#rp#Phosa#thread: patch job
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Ride a Tiger | San [NSFW]
Choi San - ATEEZ
Rating: M (18+) MDNI
Word Count: ~6.2k
Pairing: Tiger-Hybrid!San x Deer-Hybrid!AFAB!Reader
Genre: Hybrid AU!, Historical/Joseon Era, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Smut, Some Plot, Strangers-to-Married
!!This is smutâŠif that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!
Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Biting/Marking, Bonding/Mating, Heat/Rut, Pheromones, Breeding Kink, Bath/Water Sex, Unprotected Sex (This is pre-birth control soâŠ), Monster(?)!San (not really, he's a tiger hybrid)
Author's Note: Just so you know, this is NOT Omegaverse, but they do both go into rut/heat. They have animals ears and tails and he's got a spiny tiger cock. This is vaguely set in the Joseon Era of Korea, which is a pretty long time range. It is after the creation of hangul, so its post 1600s about. I only know a lot of this stuff from, and am copying from, historical/period dramas. I know in a lot of ways they aren't completely accurate, especially with women going around and not covering their heads/faces. This is not supposed to be accurate, by any means. Let me know if something is horribly wrong.
At the bottom I will have a guide for all the untranslated words I use, most of which are to do with the clothing they wear.
"He who rides a tiger is afraid to dismount." ~Chinese Proverb
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Revised (1/31/25)
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When you heard thunder rumbling in the distance earlier, you didnât think anything of it. Youâd be done before the rain comes! Nope. You scramble to gather all of the books you laid out at your stand, getting them under the surface so they wonât get damaged. A giant flash of light followed closely by clap of thunder startles you, and you bleat, your long furry ears pressing back against your hair. Your short tail under your hanbok twitches, slightly rustling the fabric it lays under. Once all of the books youâre selling are safe, you grab the sseugaechima you have and sling it over your head, stepping back toward the building youâre in front of. Itâs some kind of accessories shop, but the roof awning is quite short and so youâre barely able to hide from the downfall underneath it. People scramble on the street to flee to rain, and the few of them that have coverings continue on their way normally. You peek out from under your own covering, observing the sky best you can. Itâs clearly not going to end anytime soon; itâs just that time of the year. You have no idea how youâre going to get all the books back to your house. Your father doesnât mind you working to copy and sell books for the local seller, but he wonât let you establish your own business. The seller you work for also doesnât have a store front himself and so the two of you sell at stalls in the market.
You decide to wait just a bit longer, wondering if the shop owner of the building behind you will let you store the books for a bit. The street has more or less cleared out, but you watch a nobleman come closer. His clothes are nice, even nicer than yours, so his status is probably much higher. The gat he wears is adorned with a silk strap and the beading is clearly finely made as well. As you look over him, the belt tying his jeogori accentuates his narrow waist and wide shoulders. Your eyes travel up to his face and heâs stunning. But alsoâŠhe has tiger ears. As he gets closer, you catch a glimpse of his long tail. Definitely a tiger. Itâs incredibly likely that the guy is not just nobility, heâs possibly one of the princes. There are like eight of them so that isnât too unlikely. Despite the downfall, heâs simply strolling down the street, almost likes there isnât any rain. Since youâre one of the few people still outside, he stops in front of your seemingly empty stall. He lifts his head, and his eyes meet yours and you feel them widen. Instinct flares to life, your deer-like genes screaming at the sight of the predatory gaze. It isnât that heâs trying to scare or threaten you, he just simply is a predator hybrid, and you a prey.
"Have you nowhere to go to escape the rain?" Heâs definitely of high status, with not just tone but the exact words he uses. You nod dumbly, back pressing to the stone foundation of the building behind you. The sseugaechima over your head covers your deer-like ears and your tail is completely hidden by your hanbok.
"I-I have books to sell, and I donât want them to get wet." You point under the stall, and at the crate that holds your wares. He makes an 'ah' of acknowledgement. You wonder why he feels the need to stop at an empty stall.
"You might have to wait a while for the rain to stop." He looks up at the sky. You sigh, knowing heâs right.
"Do you want me to help?" He offers and you flinch. Really?
"If you wish, my lord." You bow a bit, and he huffs.
"Shh. Pretend I'm not that important." His smile is much softer than you expected from a tiger. You nod, not able to speak and he comes around and you drag the crate out, ready to use the sseugaechima to cover it.
"Use this." He corrects, taking the cloth that youâd laid out on the wooden stall, and you wonder how frazzled you are that you forgot about it. He tucks the edges of the fabric over the books and easily lifts the crate. You move around him so you can start to lead him home and you feel tense the whole time. Negating that heâs a tiger and you a deer, heâs clearly a nobleman, and heâs doing physical workâŠThen again, youâre technically a noble yourself, and a female at that. Finally getting to the entrance for your family's estate, the gate is open already and you wave for one of your father's guards to come and help. The guard takes the crate from the tiger, bowing deep in respect and then dashes off to put your wares in your quarters.
"Thank you, my lord." You bow again, sseugaechima still covering your head.
"San." he adds, and your brow furrows trying to wonder why heâs talking about a mountain. Then it hits you, itâs his name, he is one of the princes!
"Oh, yes, your highness. (Y/N)." You introduce yourself as well, staying bowed and making sure not to look at his face.
"Get inside and out of the rain Lady (Y/N)." He smiles and your eyes flit to his gorgeous face. You bow deeper then dash further into the courtyard and book it to your quarters.
 ~ΞÏΞ~
Looking up at the clear blue sky, you squint at the tiny white cloud you can see. It had rained for nearly four days straight and therefore you couldnât set up your stall for that long. You donât really have need for money since your father isâŠwell, rich, but he doesnât just give you pocket money to buy stuff for yourself. Itâs because you want books that arenât normally what noble women would read, you know, like things you can actually learn from. Youâve read more than your fair share of romances and adventures from copying them. After youâve set out the final pile of books, you look at your hand and rub your finger over the callus you got from holding the brush. Yes, itâs painstaking, but youâre extremely glad that you can use hangul, it would take ten times longer if you had to use hanja. Right as you get done setting up, two women stroll up and you continue your day.
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About an hour before youâd get ready to go home, you note that youâve done well for the day and have only about six books left, each a different one. Since it had slowed, youâre sitting on a stool, people watching the few that are wandering around. Itâs nearing the evening mealtime, and you can smell the food from the restaurant down the road on the corner. Your stomach rumbles and you sigh deeply, ears drooping. You start to zone out a bit, watching some birds on the ground, not looking up when someone stops.
"What is this one like?" the man asks, and you finally look up so you can see which book heâs pointing to.
"Hm, something about a servant seducing a nobleman's sonâŠ" You sniff and look up at the guy and startle. Itâs that prince from before! Even if you hadn't carved his face into your memory, itâs a bit obvious from his tiger ears right under the brim of his gat. You immediately stand and bow, and he looks around quickly.
"It's fine, I'm trying to lay low." He waves you off and your eyes catch sight of the black claw-like nails on the end of each finger. You risk glancing up at his face and heâs smiling, dimples indenting his cheeks, your eyes focus on his large canine teeth. You feel your tail flick a few times, your skirt ruffling a bit. You feel his eyes moving over your face and your ear flicks at well, nervous under the gaze of his golden colored eyes. You freeze when his arm moves, hand coming up and your eyes follow the movement till you canât see, and you feel a little tug on your earring.
"These aren't real." He makes note of it, and you cringe. You had wanted real jade earrings, but you didnât have enough money, and so you had to settle with those instead. Your father might have bought those for you, but you really wanted them right then and there. You arenât even sure what theyâre actually made of.
"N-no." You bow your head, and he lets them go.
"When do you leave?" His question startle you and your ear flicks again.
"In about an hour."
"Don't leave till I get back." He tells you and he heads off further down the market road, back the way he came. You blink after him, eyes wide, wondering what the heck that was all about.
~
You do as he asked though and wait for him to return. Glancing up at the sky, you have another ten minutes or so and he still isnât back. If you didnât know he was one of the princes, youâd have left, but he told you to stay. You still hadn't sold the rest of your books despite a few people stopping by, and so you start to put them in the crate. Looking down into the mostly empty container, you look to the side and see him coming. Even at a distance you can see his smile when he notices youâre still there, and he jogs to meets you sooner.
"You stayed."
"Well, you said to." You shrug, not looking at his face. Part of itâs because of his status, but itâs also because heâs so handsome. Too handsome, actually. You wonder if all the princes are so. You watch as he pulls something out from the interior pocket of his jeogori, a small but detailed wooden box coming out. He holds it out to you, and you hesitated to grab it.
"Go ahead." He waves his arm a bit and you gently take it with both hands, lifting the hinged lid. You gasp, looking at the earrings inside. They look nearly identical to yours, but theyâre obviously real jade.
"W-what?" You have to look at his face then, see what his expression is for some sort of explanation. His cheeks are a tiny bit red, and his own ear flicks some and you can see his long striped-tail swaying behind him.
"Your Lord Bak's daughter, from the Saseum Clan?"
"Y-yes?" He smiles a bit bashfully, looking down as he swings his leg around, drawing a circle with his foot.
"Can you take me to talk to him?" You nod jerkily, a little shocked at the request. Before you can grab the crate, he takes it, and you ball up the cloth from the stall and shove it on top of the books. You walk next to him as you head toward your home, feeling a bit weird, like you should be following him. Youâve never directly interacted with a prince before him, but you still know the basic rules. Don't look at his face, walk behind him, don't be physically higher than him, speak formally⊠Yes, heâs trying to lay low, but that doesnât change who he is. You wonder who is genuinely ignorant enough to not know who he is though since heâs so obviously a tiger hybrid. When you show up to the house with the same man carrying your book crate as the time before, your father's guard is a little skeptical. He still takes the crate from the prince- San, his name is San, you remember.
"Can you please get Lord Bak?" He asks and the guard's gaze flicks to you, and you give a short nod. As he goes to do so, you stand with the prince awkwardly, swaying just a bit so your skirt twirls a bit around you. Your ears are twitching so much that your old, fake earring jingles. Your arm twist around your back so your hand can tug on the end of your braid, a nervous habit.
"(Y/N)? Who is this?" Your father comes around the corner, strolling down the stone-paved path toward both of you. He glances at San, and you cringe slightly at how much smaller your father is than him. His jeongjagwan is modified to fit around his antlers, only that puts him at the same height as the prince.
"I am Prince San, Lord Bak. I have come to ask permission to court your daughter for marriage." You balk at this, turning to gape at him directly. Your head turns back to your father whose gaze has sharpened. You know that thereâs a lot of noblemen that have brought their sons as potential suitors, and your parents have turned down every single one. Will San be different? Youâre lucky that your parents do takes into consideration your opinion on most things.
"You are the fifth eldest, no?"
"Yes."
"Are your parents aware of your request?"
"Not yet, though I have been given more freedom since I am far down in the line of succession." It seems the men are having another conversation through their eyes.
"Is that why youâd be allowed to marry a prey hybrid?" The prince falters for a reply, it seems he hadnât even taken that part into consideration.
"I will need to request an audience with his highness." Your father answers and San seems to deflate.
"What do you think of this?" Your father turns to look at you and you cast a nervous glance at the tiger next to you. You know that youâll have very little say in reality, and you wish you lived about a thousand years earlier. You know, before Confucianism ruined feminism. Though, the prince seems to be very sweet, and heâs extremely attractive. It could be way worse.
"If my lord finds it auspicious." You bow your head a bit and your father hums.
"Why don't you go back inside, (Y/N)?" The request is more of a command than a suggestion and you scurry off to do so. As you enter, your mother comes down the hall and you meet her.
"Geez, motherâŠ" You lead her to spin around, and she does, though with a confused look. Adjusting her binyeo so itâs setting in her bun evenly, she then turns back to face you.
"Were you speaking with someone?" She peeks around you so she can look out the window, but she canât see.
"A suitorâŠ" You tell her and her long, furry ears perk up.
"I shall see then," she nudges past you and goes to go out and you huff a sigh, heading back to your room.
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"(Y/N), your father requests your presence in the courtyard." A handmaiden comes to summon you, and you get up from your floor desk to follow her out. Your father is not alone, Prince San standing with him. It was only three days prior that your father had an audience with the king, and since the prince is thereâŠ
"Yes, father?" You come out and stop before them, bowing at the waist some.
"It seems that it is auspiciousâŠ" Your father tosses a glance at the prince, and you look up at both of them. Your gaze going to the tiger's handsome face, and heâs beaming.
~^Ï^~
The next few weeks are a blur and before you know it youâve gone through the marriage ceremony, and youâre moved into his own little palace that belongs to the greater palace grounds. Since heâs one of the younger princes you share a palace, whereas the queen and the crown princess have their own places. Thereâs a place as well for any consorts that the royals might have as well, but it seems San requested you to live with him. Honestly, you think it quite impersonal for a husband and wife not to share a room and bed each night, but that seems to be the norm for royalty. When you learn that even princes sometimes have consorts, you got a little insecure. What if you alone arenât enough?
"What's wrong, (Y/N)?" San's voice catches your attention, and you turn to him as he enters. Youâve been standing in the middle of the room, just looking over everything, the room fairly barren compared to the overall size.
âI was justâŠâ You stop, trying to think of how to word it. He hums for you to continues.
âI was just trying to soak in everything Iâve been told to learn.â You lie, not ready to bring the subject up quite yet. Your head is pounding from all the new information youâve been pumped full with and youâre nervous about messing up. Luckily since you were a noble already, you knew most of the rules and practices, but youâre going to be under a bit harsher scrutiny. Not a bit, a lot. Your head feels strange, having your long braid looped up into a chignon braid, the jade binyeo holding it up making it feel heavier. The cheopji sitting on the middle of the top of your head is heavy as well, since itâs gold. Your hanbok is of much higher quality and you feel nervous about getting it messy or torn somehow.
"(Y/N)?" He calls your name again and you snap out of your tumbling thoughts.
"Why did your eldest brother step down as heir?" You finally remember the question youâve been wanting to ask him, before your insecurities start to spiral. Youâd heard some of the other women talking about it but donât want to rely on gossip.
"Hm. The woman he fell in love with was too low in status. He abdicated so he could marry her. That's why Hongjoong is the crown prince."
"I see. The eldest is Seonghwa, yes?" San hums and you sigh, racking your brain for all the names youâve learned. There are too many. Finally, you look over SanâŠyour husband. Just the thought makes you a bit giddy. Even though it hasn't been very long since you two met, maybe about two months, you have endeared to each other. Heâs so sweet, contrasted greatly with the normal thoughts of how tigers are. Then again, heâs a hybrid, not a full tiger. Heâs in a much different ensemble than what you met him in, more princely clothes. He doesnât have any kind of headwear on then, just his manggeon and you can see the streak of orange and white in his hair to the right of the center of his head.
"Are you nervous?" he asks and your ears flick. Not really sure what heâs talking about, you just nod. You are, but you arenât for sure in what way he means. He steps forward and his hands find your waist, your own landing on his chest. San pulls you closer and your ears press back against your head. Your nervous habit of tugging on your braid is going to have to be replaced since itâs no longer hanging down your back. You let out a noise similar to a bleat when he hauls you even closer, his nose nuzzling against your ear.
"We get to make it official." he whispers and what heâs getting at finally hits you. The consummation of the marriage. Youâre nervous, and a bit worried as well. You were told that predators have a much more aggressiveâŠmating process. Plus, apparently, tiger hybrids are much likes real tigers, and have 'barbs' on their⊠Youâre in your own thoughts; you can say whatever; they have barbs on their cocks. Plus, youâre a good 30 centimeters shorter than your husband and heâs just big overall. Your hands on his chest fist, digging your fingers into the fabric and you squeak when the claws on his hands dig into your own clothes enough you feel them against your hips. You shudder as his slightly rough tongue runs up the side of your throat. Your heart rate spikes, nearly taking your breath away, some primal part inside of you freaking out.
"Your high-"
"It's just us, call me San."
"San, I-"
"Your highness!" A eunuch calls from the other side of the door, and you pull back. He reluctantly lets you remove yourself from him and you turn away from the door as he turns toward it. He allows the servant in, and youâre informed that the bathing chambers are ready. After the eunuch steps out and the handmaidens are waiting outside patiently, San goes back to you.
"Why don't we be efficient and take a bath together?" He wraps his arms around you from behind and youâre sure he feels your tail wag nervously even through the layers of fabric you both have on.
"C-can we?"
"Hm. I don't see why not. Not exactly traditional, butâŠI can get away with a lot." He chuckles and you feel it rumble through his chest pressed to your back. When he finally pulls back, you turn to him, face warm and he grins.
"So cute." He nuzzles your ear again and then comes back, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. Itâs your first kiss as a married couple, not that you haven't stolen a few leading up to that point. This one is different though and he nearly growls as he deepens the kiss. You squeak, itâs like heâs trying to eat you, and the obvious comparison is not lost on you. His tongue is rough against yours when it wiggles into your mouth and your head swims when his large canines clacked against your much smaller ones. When his lips let yours go, a trail of saliva connects your mouths, and you let out a shaky breath.
"Go with the handmaidens and get ready, I'll join after." San presses another kiss to your cheek and allows you to leave his embrace. You stop in front of the door, looking back at him again as the servant on the other side opens the door. He smiles warmly and you bite your lip giddily and then follow the maids to the bathing chamber. They carefully remove your garments and take your hair down, so itâs still just in a braid, you donât need to wash it yet. Youâre left in a simple white sokchima, not ready to be fully disrobed since San is still to come in. You hear his own servants getting him ready in the adjoining room and as soon as your maids leave, the side door opens. He steps in, closing it behind him and you gasp, eyes widening. Speaking of wideâŠhis shoulders are so broad, especially compared to his waist. Itâs fairly obvious even when heâs clothed, but right then he only has a pair of white sokbaji. His torso is toned as well and your mouth, still hanging open, starts to water. Well, not really, but youâre close. Feeling very small and delicate under his intense gaze, it softens when he notices your shoulders are tense.
"Come here." San coos, coming to meet you halfway and you let him hug you again, not able to help yourself placing your hands on his bare chest. His skin is smooth, and his muscles are hard and your thighs clench as you practically stroke him. He chuckles and your eyes flit up to his, ears flopping theyâre twitching so hard. His tail is sticking out the back of his pants, swaying slightly, his ears drooping just a bit.
"Can I take this off, (Y/N)?" The prince's voice is quiet but deep in your ear and his hands grip the back of your sokchima.
"Y-yes." You do feel the amount of clothes is fairly unequal, but your final garment being removed will leave you completely bare. Shivering a tad as he pulls the tie open, the straps of the undergarment fall from your shoulders, then the rest of the fabric onto the floor. Your arms go to cover yourself, but his hands stop you. Your face is hot, almost on fire and you canât meet his gaze, ears no longer twitching but pressed back hard against your head. Your short tail is waving back and forth quickly, no longer impeded by any fabric over it.
"You're beautiful." San tells you as he makes sure you wonât cover yourself and he steps back a tad, fingers going to the tie of his sokbaji. Your tongue runs nervously over your bottom lip, eyes immediately zooming in on his hands. He notices your gaze's direction and he huffs a laugh but continues with his task. Your arm wraps around your back, tugging on the end of your braid, now free of the pin holding it up that shows your wedded status. Itâs like time slows down as he lifts the waistband up and over his half-hard cock and the fabric pools on the floor as well and your eyes widen almost comically. Youâve never seem a man naked in person, only having seen what are basically medical diagrams in books. All you know is that they probably arenât all that big, and he isnât even fully hard. The little spines at the base and head of his cock arenât quite like youâd imagined; unlike the barbed end of a fishhook you thought. Your cunt clenches hard, and you swallow hard as he steps closer.
"Here." He grabs your hand with his and brings it toward him. You both gasp when your small, warm hand wraps around his cock, and you bite your lip as you pump up with your fingers wrapped around him. You wonder if itâll hurt with how thick he is, your fingers not even meeting, and you ponder what the flesh would feel like on your tongue.
"(Y/N)?" His amused voice pulls you from your thoughts and your head has to tip back to look him in the eye with how close you are. A drop splats onto the floor, and you realize what it is when your slick thighs rub against each other. A rumble rises in San's chest and his nose nuzzles over your ear again, then down your throat and he inhales deeply. The rumble pick up and his warm spiced scent grows stronger, and you feel his cock harden fully in your grip.
"Let's get in." You whine a bit in disappointment when he pulls back, but he takes your hand and leads you down the little steps into the water. Itâs nice and hot, but not too much so, flower petals floating in the water and carrying with them their sweet aroma. He sits on the bench that sits inside the large wooden tub, and he hauls you into his lap, legs straddling him. You watch the wavy image of his tail through the water, your tail not able to wag as hard with the water resistance. As you rest on his lap, his hard cock presses to your tummy and you press into it more, making him groan.
"You need to stop doing that if we're going to wait." His tone is a bit harder, his brow furrowing after your next press closer to him.
"Wait for what?" You give him a coy look. You know it would be "proper" to wait till youâre actually in a bed toâŠbed each other, butâŠ
"(Y/N), love, don't you want your first time to be-" He grunts when you lean in, your breasts pressing into his chest, and he has to close his eyes to think.
"San, I don't care if you take me here, now, or in that bed. What matters is it's you." You rest your head on his shoulder, nose nuzzling his neck, your head feeling foggy as you breathe in his scent. You hear the water sloshing before you feel anything, but his strong arms wrap around you, lifting you up a bit. His lips crash to yours as he maneuvers you, only pulling away so he can flip you around. Your back pressed to his chest and he has you rest your knees over his so he can hold your legs open. Even with the water of the bath, your slick is still stuck to your folds, and he groans as he runs two fingers over you. Your entire body jerks, thighs twitching at the little bit of friction, already sensitive. San's arm holds you to him as his index finger breaches your entrance, your slick easily letting him in. You had noticed earlier that he filed his claw-like nails down to blunt them, and now you know why. You had expected a bit of a sting at his finger's entrance, but you only feel pleasure. You haveâŠtested on yourself before, but his fingers are longer and thicker, and your head falls back over his shoulder as a second joins the first. He grins, watching your cunt swallow his fingers, his tail sliding through the water to wrap over your thigh, holding it to his. San grinds the palm of his hand against your clit and your gummy walls clench around the digits inside and he hears you whine right into his ear. Under normal circumstances, your flitting ears and tail would tickle, but he can use them to tell just how youâre reacting.
"S-San!" You gasp, the pleasure heâs bringing over you rising fast and your blunt nails dig lightly into his arm where you grip it.
"Good girl, (Y/N). Fall apart for me." His prompting words leads you to your climax and he rumbles as your cunt clenches and pulses as your orgasm hits. When the little twitches finally die, your body slumps into his, he removes his fingers and helps move you once more. You face him again and your nails dig harder into his shoulders as he holds you over him, the head of his cock rubbing through your folds.
"Ready, princess?" He smirks a bit at the pet-name, though itâs completely and officially accurate now.
"Please." You lean down and kisses the corner of his mouth and down his neck. San grunts and your grip on him tightens as he presses you down, fat cock finally breaching your entrance. It stings, burning in the best way though, the rubbery spines of his cock flicking against your clit as he finally gets the head all the way in. The rest of his dick follows a bit easier, but each little increment deeper, the spines rub against the ridges of your cunt. Heâs only halfway in when you throw your head back, breath harsh, chest heaving at the sensation of him splitting you open. Your cunt spasms and pulses, youâre already close, heat pooling and growing in your groin and lower stomach. Your flowery scent fills the air even more than the petals in the water, the pleasure and pheromones your husband are letting off spurring you into a semi-heat. Immediately, your cunt slicks even further, the thick wet not able to be washed away by the water. As he starts to bottom out, the spines at the base of his cock flicks over your clit and against the folds of your pussy and you shudder hard as your groin meets his. San barely shifts and thatâs all it takes, your second orgasm hitting quicker and harder than the first. His growl rumbles through his chest, you and the room as your cunt clenches hard around him.
"Fuck-" You swear softly and hearing the vulgar word leave your soft, sweet lips makes him groan.
"Are you okay, love?"
"J-just give me a second." Youâre still shuddering in his arms, tiny waves still pulsing through your cunt.
"I can't last much longer." He warns and you shift once yourself, pressing your knees harder into the bench of the bath and you nod jerkily. Youâre preparedâŠwell, you think you are. San's arms around you tighten, almost to hold you in place, and he lifts you off his cock some, then pumps up his hips, fucking back into you deep. Your head flies back so hard heâs a bit concerned, but he continues his thrusts, not even pulling out halfway before filling you once more. The water sloshes around you, your tail wagging hard through the water, his own wrapped around your right thigh.
"Shit-" He grunts, pressing you to him and standing. You yelp at his movement but then he lightly rests you against the rounded edge of the wooden tub. He reaches past your head for a towel and bunches it under your head.
"San?" You donât get an answer to your prompting tone, and your breath hitches as he hauls your legs up to wrap around his narrow waist. One hand rests against your thigh to hold your leg up, the other taking your hand from his shoulder and lifting it up above your head. His fingers linking with yours, holding your hand tightly as his lips hover over yours.
"Hold on, princess." He more or less warns, and your other hand flies to the narrow wooden column near you, barely getting a hold on it before he snaps his hips, relentlessly barreling his cock into you, head battering your back walls. You let out a choking sound, followed by unintelligible whimpers and babbles, your next orgasm rising already. With each thrust, he grinds his hips down, the spines at the base of his cock teasing your clit and he doesnât even slow down as your third orgasm crashes over you. If anything, it makes him go harder, the water around his legs sloshing hard. Heâs full-on growling at this point, tongue running over his long canines, a drop of saliva falling past his lips and into your mouth, gaping open, drool dripping from the side. Your eyes roll back as his pace seems to pick up, the thrusts somewhat shallower but even harder.
"Fucking hell, love, you're taking me so well." San rumbles, watching his fat cock split you open, the shine of your slick and cum on his cock makes his head swim.
"Want me to cum inside? Fuck my cub into you?" He laughs cockily; eyes fixed on the joining of your bodies. You both arenât even sure how easy itâll be for you to conceive, and he honestly doesnât care if you canât. Heâs so far down the line of succession himself, let alone his kids. Though, if it is harder, that just means he can try all the harder.
"Please! San, want your cum!" You whimper, neither of you caring anymore if the servants hear the filth spilling from your mouths.
"Gonna make you my mate too, my wifeâŠ" He growls and his thrusts grow unsteady, his nose nuzzles your neck again and your breath hitches as the sharp ends of his canines meet your skin. Your blunt nails dig into the wood of the column, hand gripping his hard as he finally falls over the edge himself. His teeth sink in as he cums, white, hot spurts of cum coating your walls and filling your womb. Your orgasm helps him ride out his, core gripping him hard, eagerly drinking in his seed. You almost feel like youâre going to pass out, brain clearing some as he stops, licking over the bite wound in your shoulder. He pulls back enough to look down at your worn-out body, face red and splotchy but still so cute, so pretty. And youâre all his.
The next few minutes pass with a blur; all of the servants are called to leave the hallway leading from the bath to your bedchambers. You only realize you have changed location when the still-wet skin of your back hits the silk sheets, and San is filling you back up. You have nothing to hold onto, so you white knuckle the sheet of the futon under you. Your legs are thrown over Sanâs wide shoulders, ankles by his ears, and animalistic noises are leaving him. Heâs salivating like a hungryâŠwell, tiger, growls turning into near roars. You arenât sure how many more orgasms he fucked out of you before he fills your womb with even more of his seed. Your mind is nearly gone, only little squeaks leaving you as he flips you over, hips raised in the air, chest pressing to the bed below. His giant cock, with all those blasted spines, carves into you, and your cunt clenches hard, molding to him. Youâre both a mess already, the bath having been nearly negated. Sweat drips from his brow onto your bare back, a thick mix of your releases coating both your thighs and forming a puddle below. A dark stain from the tears caused by the overwhelming sensations and drool forms below your cheek. Even with his claws blunted, they tear into the bedding some as he leans over you, hips pumping hard, the slap of skin muffled by his grunts.
âOne more for me, princess. Gonna get you pregnant, keep you stuffed full till you do.â He chuckles, pace stuttering, and your vision spots as he cums once more, squirts and sprays of your own release soaking his groin further. Soon, all that can be heard is both of your panting breaths and youâre having trouble staying awake, all strength leaving your body. Thatâs when something terrifying hits youâŠheâs still hard.
hanbok - traditional/historical clothing, most people think of women's dresses, but men's clothes were called this as well. sseugaechima - this is the extra-skirt looking garment women would wear over the heads. gat - this is the hat that noblemen would wear, more specifically the ones that were black and made of mesh. jeogori - the top/shirt part of a hanbok. hangul - the Korean alphabet we use today. hanja - the old Korean characters derived from Chinese used prior to Hangul's creation. jeongjagwan - a type of gat that noblemen would wear, it looks much like a pagoda. binyeo - the long pin that would hold a woman's bun up, mostly used for married women. cheopji - a hair accessory worn by women, looks similar to a headband with a clip or pin in the middle. manggeon - the mesh-like headband men wore to hold their hair in place sokchima - basically a dress/skirt like under-garment. sokbaji - pants-like under-garment, mostly worn by women actually...
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Dream life before the EOTS challenge
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Hello beautiful people! I totally get it- as the end of the school year approaches, I understand there's this huge push to finally tap into our dream lives before the beginning of the next school year. But hereâs the thing, I donât want you all to get too caught up in the timing. Instead, Iâm excited to share with you a mix of my favorite techniques that can truly help you tap into your dream life, as we should!
Consistency is going to be your best friend here, and naturally, feel free to adjust these to better suit your preferences. Iâve got this strong feeling that this challenge is going to be particularly impactful for those who thrive on methodical approaches and have been searching for their calling for some time now. the journey to your dream life isnât about rushing or meeting arbitrary deadlines. Itâs about finding what resonates with you, applying it with dedication, and allowing your things to unfold in its own way. Use this for anything⊠your dream life, shifting, the void state, it does not matter ! Just Remember, the journey to your dream life isnât about rushing or meeting arbitrary deadlines, please be kind and patient with yourself !
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What we will be using this challenge
1.I am 100% sure technique
2.living in the end
3.reverse psychology techniques
4.Questions technique x SATs
5.optional* lucid dreaming
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1.This is inspired by @gorgeouslypink âs challenge butâŠ
Every morning, as soon as you wake up, either say or write or think "I am sure that I will [insert desire]. Anytime you think of your desire, think or repeat that affirmation to yourself as a reminder. You donât have to do it a billion times. Once is enough and move on with your life. Another tip is, one of my first shifts was by using the 5 sense method while listening to music. Affirming while listening to your favorite song or sound is basically a hack to get you into your desired state.The key is to do it while listening to a song that makes you feel euphoric and in the morning to revise your mind while itâs in theta state ! Just during those times !!! donât parrot affirmations if it stresses you out
2. You should be "living in the end" in whatever way inspires you. I encourage you all to create your vision boards on Pinterest if you're a visual person, and really immerse yourself in the joy of knowing this is your life. Those are your pictures.
If you're more of a writer, script your success story that you'll send to me, or write a thank you note to your favorite blogger. In the draft, mention how you used this technique along with whatever else you're doing. Write with the conviction that it's real.
For those aspiring to be YouTubers, film a mock video. If you envision yourself becoming a TikToker, start drafting video ideas. And if your dream is to be an actor, do practice runs of your favorite script, if youâre going to be an entrepreneur, draft your business ideas and proposals and draw inspo from your favorite successful entrepreneurs!
Guys, fulfilling yourself and living in the end should be fun! Embrace your inner child, remember how easy it was to believe in Santa Claus even when you were with your mom buying gifts. To become famous like the kids on Disney, all you had to do was desire it and practice making the Disney sign with a wand. Let's bring that love back to manifesting.
3.If you're someone who likes vaunting or affirmations, instead of just parroting affirmations, use the reverse psychology method! Talk about how tired you are of succeeding, how you want to wake up in your CR not your DR, how you're tired of waking up in the void, how lucid dreaming every night by accident ruins your sleep schedule, etc. Do some of the vaunting in front of a mirror, I donât know theosucholgy about it but vaunting with convections in front of mirror looking straight into my own eyes always brought me results in days.
4. Before bed, think about what you want, imagine being there, and start asking yourself creative questions. Really picture yourself in that situation and take part in it as you answer. One at a time, slowly, we'll get into each question by thinking up answers and feeling like we're really there.
The whole point is to immerse ourselves in the reality of this state as we paint the portrait. Ask yourself whatever questions, then imagine that scene. It doesnât matter if you do 40 or just 1. Ask yourself what itâs like to enter the void state every night and have a scene of you living your dream life doing whatever you want. Ask yourself what itâs like to be a girl who shifts reality while people fight over resources in the 3D, and imagine yourself in your WR (Waiting ROOM) or DR (Desired Reality) living your dream life. Ask yourself what itâs like being someone who is wealthy in the top 0.001% and imagine a scene of buying expensive things, checking your bank account, and making lunch with finer ingredients. Again, it should be fun; it doesnât matter how specific or vague the questions are, how long or short the scene is, whether itâs one scene or 100 scenes. Fulfill yourself in SATS (State Akin to Sleep). Whether we do this before a nap, after you wake up, or before you go to bed, it does not matter. Pair this with a nice Subliminal with good music if you desire
5.Combine this with anything from my lucid dreaming guide that resonates with you, or just assume youâll have a lucid dream and read all the ways you can shift/manifest/or enter the void through in my LD guide!
I know how busy everyone is; this shouldn't take a lot of time, nor should it feel pressuring or like a task. We all deserve our dream life and, most importantly, we all deserve to feel fulfilled as we embody the people we truly are. During this challenge, be kind to yourself, remember why youâre doing this and who itâs forâit's for you. Be persistent and have patience, not just to be a good follower of the law but to be good to yourself! We all can do it; I know it.
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The GeneralâŠ
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Jiyan/AFAB Reader/Rover
WARNINGS: unprotected sex, language, slight breeding
A/N: *clawing at the walls* JIIIIYAAAAAAAN!! is it just me or did they make this mf TOO hot?! is that a thing?!?! everytime i see him i just *chokes self* i need a cold shower hehehe
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With the upcoming battle against the Threnodian threat and the dangers that would arise, General Jiyan was more concerned than ever. You found him pacing in his makeshift office, a small room in an abandoned warehouse that he and his army moved into to have a place for medical staff and equipment. âGeneral? You asked to see me?â you questioned softly once walking in, hoping not to disturb him in whatever he was doing. âYes, thank you for coming Rover, please sit.â his voice was more gentle with you then when he spoke to his subordinates. âI want to reiterate just how dangerous the upcoming battle will be, the crownless is ruthless.â he spoke with concern heavy in his voice. Your face stayed stoic as you nodded, âI know general, but im one hundred percent committed to this fight, i wonât falter.â
Jiyan smiled at your resolve, âIâm honored to have a soldier like you by my side, thank you.â he said with a small sigh. He stretched his neck with a deep groan, bringing a hand to soothe the aching muscle. âAre you alright general?â you stood up quickly, moving over to observe him more closely. His amber eyes met yours, âYes, iâm fine, just a bit stressed, nothing out of the ordinary.â he leaned against the dusty table he used to revise plans with the troops. You reached out, touching his forehead with the back of your hand to check his temperature. âYouâre not very warm, do you want me to fetch some vitamin packets from the infirmary?â He shook his head, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. âIâm fine really, please dont worry about me, thereâs more pressing matters to attend to.â he reassured you with his never ending resolve. âAlright but, at least take some time to relax, even if just for a little bit,â you cocked your head to the side, observing his demeanor, âwhat do you normally do to de-stress?â
The general before you seemed to light up suddenly at your question. âWell, I like to spar with the new recruits, take long walks or,â he stopped when he noticed your proximity. You had moved closer to him, your heavenly scent hit him harder than it should have, and he inhaled deeply. He looked down at you, his intense stare causing your stomach to stir, âI also like to have sex when Iâm stressed.â
If you hadnt already been in a trance by his stare, his words would have definitely done the trick. You gulped audibly, âOh?! Of course you do- ah i mean to say thatâs a good stress reliever- Iâm not saying that youâre some kind of degenerate or anything!â Jiyan actually laughed hard at your words, the first time youâve ever seen such emotion since being around him. Your face got hot, worried you had overstepped, âForgive me general, itâs been a while for me so the topic is kind of, gods why am i so awkward?!â you asked yourself out loud, your body absentmindedly walking towards the door.
The general turned to sit at his desk, his large lap looking as inviting as ever. âItâs actually been a while for me too, I never have time for myself, let alone someone else.â his eyes followed you as he spoke, hoping he hadnât made you uncomfortable in any way. But as soon as you closed the door and locked it, his need and desire began to grow. You mustered up all your courage and sighed, âGeneral, Iâm more than willing to help you,â your voice was soft as your hands came to remove your top. Without a word, Jiyan took you by the waist bringing you to sit on his lap.
Your lips collided in a frenzied kiss, his strong grip and dominance over you caused your head to spin. His gloved hand adorned with claws squeezed your breasts one after the other, while his other hand rested at your back. When you finally pulled away, he made quick work of your bra, pulling it down so he could suck and bite at your sensitive flesh. He was so rough with you, his eager and desperate hands gripped you tightly, sure to leave bruises in their wake. He pulled away from you briefly, only to place you on top of the desk.
âForgive me, for being so rough with you,â his hands were softer now, more gentle as they rubbed up your exposed thighs. âDont be, please use me however you like,â you pleaded and took one of his hands and brought it between your legs. He sighed at your warmth, taking his bottom lip between his teeth he growled, feeling your wetness through your underwear. âFuck,â he cursed into your mouth, your tongues soon meeting in another passionate kiss that made you dizzy. Jiyan finally lifted up your skirt to your belly and pulled your underwear down, sitting back in his chair and making himself comfortable before leaning down to slot between your legs.
You arched your back sharply, feeling his tongue glide up from your entrance to your clit. He moaned deep, practically growling as he tasted you. You looked down at the sight of the general making a mess of you, greedily licking and slurping, driving you feral with his tongue. Your fingers grabbed at his hair, tugging and pulling him impossibly closer. âGeneral,â you huffed, his long tongue fucking in and out of your sopping hole viciously. âFuck!â you yelped, shaking in his grasp as you came hard, the lack of touch the past few months making you a whiny, trembling mess within seconds. He continued however, determined to get you to come as many times as he liked. He sucked on your clit, releasing you from his grasp only to remove his bracers and gloves. He inserted two fingers inside of you, keeping the brutal pace of his tongue against you while he curved and pumped his fingers in and out. You huffed and moaned, the overstimulation wracking your body again and again as the general teased your spot over snd over with his long thick fingers. âPlease! Please just fuck me!â you begged as you tugged on his ponytail, needing the onslaught on your pussy to stop.
When he finally pulled away, his mouth was glistening with your essence and he licked his lips greedily, moving in for a kiss. âYouâre incredible,â he whispered gruffly as he undid his pants quickly, shimmying himself out of his undergarments to finally stroke his cock. You watched the general, your leader in this battle against evil, line himself up with your entrance, and slowly push himself into you.
He hissed, your warmth and tightness overwhelming him. âMmh, so perfectly tight,â he huffed into your ear before pulling out and thrusting back in harshly. Gods was he aggressive in the best way, brutally thrusting into your pussy as if he owned it already. His bruising grip tight on your thighs as he pushed them down, folding you in half for the best possible angle. âRover, ahh,â he grunted, moving in close to suck and leave marks on your neck. You held onto him for dear life, clawing at his back, desperately trying to hold onto him. âH-harder please!â you whined into his ear, his pace quickened and his hips began slapping against you so hard, it echoed in the barely furnished room. Anyone outside would be able to hear the rough fucking that was happening right now but you didnt care. With the way Jiyans long cock nestled at you cervix everytime he thrust back in, a Threnodian army could bombard the encampment right now and you wouldnât budge.
Your peak neared as he continued his thrusts, moaning and grunting everytime you clenched down, biting at your ear as you bared down so hard, he almost lost it. âAh! Iâm-â your words caught in your thraot as you came, the blinding orgasm crashing into you like a truck. Jiyanâs hands came to wrap around your throat, gently squeezing as he leaned back to look down at you. Your fucked out expression, mouth hanging open with drool dripping down one corner of your mouth was all he needed to finally cum hard into you. He never lost eye contact with you, his mouth twisted into the most satisfied smile as he pumped his seed deep into you. You were certain youâd never in your life see someone as gorgeous as him in this moment. His eyes half lidded and dreamy, a cocky smirk on his face while sweat dripped from his brow, you had wished the two of you could fuck like this forever.
He helped you to sit up once he pulled out of you, leaving a trail of your mixed releases on the desk. His seed flowed out of you as you sat with your legs still spread, trying desperately to catch your breath. He chuckled and moved back to you, using his fingers to fuck his cum back into you. âI canât think of anything more satisfying than you entering into battle full of my seed,â his fingers pumped into you over and over, causing you to claw at his chest, sure to leave trails of scratches on his beautifully defined body. âHow much more of me can you take I wonder?â You moaned, another orgasm nearing as he dragged his fingers so deliciously inside of you. âAs much as you want to give me general, â you huffed out before spasming and clenching down on his fingers.
The two of you would fuck at least two more times before the battle, your cunt so full of him you started to feel it drip down between your legs as you fought. Once the fight was over, Jiyan tenderly picked you up, kissing and praising your prowess both in and out of battle, all the way back to HQ.
A/N: IâM-LISTEN JUST LEAVE ME ALONE đ id do anything for him and his cute blue pubes đ
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The Brainwashing Bed
The title gives this one away just a bit, don't you think? This one may receive some revisions, like several of my recent posts. We'll see.
Consider your bed. Lay down, if you like.
It's comfortable, I hope. You spend an awful lot of time in it...although, probably not as much as you'd like. That's common. Few of us get enough sleep, these days. But let's focus on the bed itself.
A good bed is the right balance of soft and firm, providing a certain measure of support along with a certain degree of cushion. Everyone has a slightly different preference on this, sure, but the idea remains universal: your bed has to have the right balance.
Beyond that, it should keep you warm - but not too warm - and cozy. Pillows and blankets and comforters and all those nice accessories help with this, that's true. Your bed may be any of several different compositions, ranging pretty wildly in cost. It could be one of the larger investments in your home.
But underneath all that variability, the goal is shared. A good bed helps you sleep. You feel safe in it; it's easy to get comfortable, relax, and enjoy the way it feels.
This makes it the ideal delivery mechanism for a particular experiment of mine...not that I'd modify your bed, of course. The experiment is a fun one to discuss, however, so indulge me a bit, won't you?
I thought you might.
Consider your bed, with a subtle shift in purpose. It remains primarily designed to keep you comfortable, warm, and safe, but there is an additional function hidden beneath. There is an intent to guide that relaxed version of you into a state of compliance, submission, obedience. In short, something has been done to your bed so that it will help brainwash you.
It's perfect, really, don't you think? All the necessary components are present already. Your brain associates the bed with comfort, safety, relaxation, sleep...so the bed need only be given the smallest degree of capacity to guide that state in a different direction.
It varies from bed to bed, as most experiments vary from person to person. Some are given a device that emits a low pulsing vibration: soothing, inexorable. Others receive the less-tame form of a heating pad: penetrating warmth to relax the body and melt the mind. Still others find an almost imperceptible static sound surrounding them at bedtime: slowly overpowering the sound of your own thoughts.
But it wouldn't be very scientific of me to reveal which one you'd get, would it? You'd expect the effect and react accordingly. If I were going to make those modifications, your bed would receive all of those upgrades...and perhaps more.
Like I said, though, I wouldn't do that. Well, not unless you volunteered for the experiment, or really really really wanted me to do it. What other things would I change about your bed? Good question.
Subtle is the goal at first. You shouldn't notice anything immediately; it needs to take awhile. You'd find it more difficult to think, of course, and you'd feel more willing to accept my words without a second thought. Would you be able to distinguish that from simple drowsiness, though? Would it be too late by the time you did?
That's the idea. Your bed knows you, in a way, spending so much time together with you. It's fairly straightforward to use that knowledge to make the correct alterations. I like to provide a sense of intent, as if the bed itself wants you to surrender. If you were, somehow, part of the test group, your bed would be able to slip restraints over your legs without your perception of it.
What's that? Are your legs bound? Interesting.
It's important to relax, still, so you'd find it extremely difficult to struggle against the restraints. Whatever means of influence the bed has been enhanced with would be dedicated to keeping your body as close to limp as possible. Your mind, well, that follows naturally with your body. Heaviness makes it hard to think.
Besides, there'd be no time to really focus on your predicament before the bed entered the programming phase. That's where the design truly shines, if I do say so myself.
You see, we both know you've pleasured yourself in bed; it knows that, too. It knows the method you use most, the way your body moves, the sounds you make, the toys you've tried...all of it. All I have to do is provide it with the means to stimulate your body; it could already have your legs restrained, and spread. Oh, there are also restraints for your thighs, hips, torso, arms, and even your head. Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, thrashing about, now would we?
The restraints can be selective, yes. The primary purpose is still to keep you comfortable (and perhaps you aren't even in bed yet, only learning about the experiment and deciding whether to participate). You'll be bound only as tightly as needed, or wanted.
What happens then? Programming phase requires you to be more receptive than usual, so you'd be stimulated accordingly. The bed has new attachments for that in case you aren't able to move: vibrators attached to arms attached to pistons and springs whirring to life between your legs, pheromone emitters beneath or inside your pillows to flood your body with instinctive heat and lust, cables to connect to your headphones and override the sounds, maybe even a gag to slip into your slightly open mouth if you tend to get loud when you pleasure yourself.
In early stages of testing, the bed simply used the influence methods - sound, vibration, warmth - to compel you to pleasure yourself. You've felt the urge before, I suspect, even before the upgrade. Simple, but very potent. It's okay, if the restraints weren't comfortable, you'll be free to touch yourself -or- use the attachments.
Once you begin to feel the pleasure from whatever source, the bed begins to feed you instructions. These are typically echoes of my words, mantras, coupled with flashes of obedience, submission, and surrender. If the restraints seemed too excessive, you'd be touching yourself while these compulsions are fed to your relaxed, compliant brain. If the restraints were necessary, the bed would be stimulating you just the way it knows you like.
The beauty of the design is that you are naturally fairly helpless when you're in bed, especially if you've been appropriately relaxed, restrained, or otherwise subdued. The brainwashing is able to flow freely into your receptive head, and by the time you've been brought to orgasm - by your own hand, or by the bed itself - you're simply...sleepy.
Because the bed, of course, is still meant to guide you to sleep. The entire programming phase, it would be draining you as much as needed. Drifting off becomes a bit of a foregone conclusion, by then.
Does the stimulation continue even after you fall asleep? Of course. Additional programming is fed to your sleeping self, even as the bed resumes its more innocuous disguise while the night goes on. Some subjects forget the brainwashing bed by the time they awaken. Others remember clearly and are drawn to it, eager to surrender again.
That's the real experiment, you see. I wouldn't modify your bed like we've discussed, unless I already have. I seem to have misplaced my notes, so who knows?
Do you have a brainwashing bed? Do you feel it calling?
Or are you already bound and being brainwashed as we discuss it?
Either way, as always, enjoy.
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Not long ago, Dåinsleif has learned that those who experience abyssal poisoning may have symptoms akin to being immersed in a dream. Dreams should be as natural as breathing to human beings, yet the primary reason why they're considered a symptom is because the people who live in Khaenri'ah had lost that ability for unknown reasons, thus earning the kingdom's location the descriptor as a «dreamless land». That would be a good explanation why the noctilucent knight is in a state he can only describe as dreaming, if it weren't because he hasn't partaken in any actions that would lead him to said poisoning.
In an even closer event than learning about poison-induced dreams, Twilight Sword reminisces one of his brother's ceaseless rambles about Irminsul, about how that tree may be an emanation of an even bigger tree somewhere in the universe just like there are multiple emanations of the Axis Mundi scattered across Teyvat. Given that the conversation strayed into topics that only those who DĂĄinsleif would consider to be abyss lunatics, he never paid too much attention to that, nor he necessarily believes that statement to be true to his current state of affairs. If anything, because it doesn't matter in the face of the predicament he's facing.
He doesn't know for how long he's treaded this new city, so unlike what he's heard of other nations, so distant from what could anyone imagine civilizations to grow into by the time humanity reaches such level of advancement. His concern, none other than the suggestion he was made just a few days ago: a chance for receiving the power of the abyss within him. And an even more worrisome premise is that Vedrfolnir himself was the one to ask.
If it is true that he bears a connection to Irminsul as his brother had claimed, perhaps this dream could be an answer from the almighty tree to help him come to a decision. Somewhere far away where the weight of his decision-making won't affect his daily life, somewhere inconsequential to what he does. Not that DĂĄinsleif has any interest in doing anythingâ actually, he couldn't even said he had walked down the streets long enough to acquaint himself with this city. Only enough until it's reached his ears the location of a confessional. The notion of attending one heavily foreign to a non-believer like him, if his understanding of the workings of one is correct according to what he had heard from others who came to Khaenri'ah after losing their faith in their god.
But perhaps... it is worth it a shot.
Reason why he's currently waiting on line, hesitant and nervous all the same to such extent that he kept offering his turn to another when he was close enough to be the next to confess. DĂĄinsleif could procrastinate as much his turn until he was the last and final individual of the day to step forward, his mind too far adrift thinking about his brother and all the signs under the crimson moon he could find that indicated a certain obsession with the abyss to notice.
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CHRISTMAS STARTERS!
Feel free to revise as necessary to fit your muse's speech, change pronouns, etc.
Sentences
"Did you get a tree yet?"
"Can you help me decorate the tree?"
"How are we out of garland? We always reuse it!"
"Oh, shoot! I broke an ornament!"
"Should we use the red and green lights, or the yellow lights?"
"I got a new reindeer for the yard. It lights up and moves its head."
"I got a nativity for the yard."
"Don't interrupt me! Decorating for Christmas is a delicate process!"
"Can you hold the ladder for me? I have to hang these lights up."
"Can you help me decorate the house?"
"I bought all this when it went on sale on the 26th last year. Best time to get Christmas decorations, you know?"
"Look! Reindeer candles!"
"Look! A Santa candle!"
"I'm baking cookies. Come taste the dough."
"I can't get enough of these gingerbread cookies!"
"I got new cookie cutters. Santa, trees, reindeer, snowflakes ... "
"You can't go wrong with classic sugar cookies and icing, you know."
"Want to help me decorate the cookies?"
"Should I make a ham or a turkey this year?"
"Have you finished your Christmas shopping yet?"
"I always make my presents by hand. It feels more meaningful to me."
"I have no idea what to get [NAME] for Christmas. What did you get them?"
"I hate when it snows!"
"I love when it snows!"
"What's your favorite Christmas carol?"
"Would you rather host dinner on Christmas Eve or Christmas day?"
"What do you want for Christmas?"
"Tell me what to buy you for Christmas and then forget you told me, okay?"
"I might just give everyone money this year."
"Are you okay with getting a gift card?"
"You don't need to get me anything. Your company is enough."
"Want to go sit on Santa's lap?"
"Did you write a letter to Santa?"
"I always go to mass on Christmas Eve."
"The park has a Christmas village set up! We should go!"
"I'm winning the neighborhood light contest this year! Bet on that!"
"Here. I got you reindeer antlers for the party."
"Here. I got you an elf hat for the party."
"Here. I got you a Santa hat for the party."
"No mistletoe allowed!"
"You know that's holly and not mistletoe, right?"
"I love eggnog. Wish it was around all year and not just the holidays."
"Debate time: fake tree or real tree?"
"Debate time: eggnog or apple cider?"
"Debate time: cocoa with milk or cocoa with water?"
"It's so cold out!"
"I'm going to get a fire going."
"I need to buy a few more stocking stuffers."
"If you don't stop sing-screaming Christmas carols, I'm shoving a candy cane down your throat."
"I hate Christmas music."
"I love Christmas music!"
"I'm so tired of going to Christmas parties. I just want to stay in and sleep this weekend."
"I can't wait for all the parties this year!"
"I hate peppermint, to be honest."
"I wish pumpkin spice was still around."
"Bring on the peppermint!"
"I always bake like a fiend in December."
"I made you some hot chocolate."
"I dare you to try the fruit cake."
"I bought candy canes!"
"Let's buy those gag candy canes. You know, the ones that taste like hot dogs and sardines?"
"If you don't like The Muppets Christmas Carol, are you even human?"
"Christmas is my favorite holiday."
"I hope it snows this year. I don't like a warm Christmas."
"Should I wear the red dress or the green dress to the party?"
"Christmas is about spending time with friends and family."
"Please come over on Christmas. No one should be alone, not then!"
"Wait, you mean I have to try to replace every bulb until I find the one light that's actually out?!"
"It's the most wonderful time of the year, just like that song says!"
"I'm always happier this time of year."
"I always feel melancholy this time of year."
"Merry Christmas!"
"Happy holidays!"
"Bah humbug."
Actions
Send "TREE: SELECT" for our muses to look for a Christmas tree.
Send "TREE: DECORATE" for our muses to decorate a Christmas tree.
Send "COOKIES" for our muses to bake cookies.
Send "CHEFS" for our muses to cook a Christmas dinner.
Send "CAROLS" for our muses to go caroling. (Feel free to specify a song!)
Send "HOUSE" for our muses to put up lights and other Christmas or winter decorations.
Send "LIGHTS" for our muses to go look at Christmas lights in the neighborhood.
Send "COCOA" for our muses to drink hot chocolate (on the porch, by the fireplace, etc.).
Send "SNOWMAN" for our muses to build a snowman.
Send "SNOWBALL" for our muses to have a snowball fight.
Send "SHOP" for our muses to go gift shopping.
Send "MUSIC" to listen to Christmas music with my muse. (Feel free to specify a song!)
Send "MISTLETOE" for our muses to meet under the mistletoe for a kiss.
Send "CHURCH" for our muses to go to Christmas mass.
Send "PARTY" for our muses to attend the same Christmas party.
Send "SKATE" for our muses to go ice skating.
Send "SKI" for our muses to go skiing.
Send "VILLAGE" for our muses to go on a walk through a Christmas village (at a park, a garden, etc.).
Send "WRAP" for our muses to work together to wrap presents.
Send "SLED" for our muses to go sledding.
Send "WISH" for my muse to tell yours what they hope happens in the new year.
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Code Green
A game for 3â7 players, about being where you're not supposed to be.
Last night, you were suspended in a tube of brightly coloured goo in an underground research facility, operated by an organisation whose three-letter initialism's meaning is strictly need-to-know. This morning, someone noticed your tube was empty. Nobody has determined how that happened yet, and you're not inclined to stick around until they figure it out!
Or, in other words, it's been nearly a whole week since I got that massive revision to Space Gerbils out the door, and apparently my brain has decided that's enough of a break. This thing was written start to finish in under 12 hours, so let the circumstances of its authorship guide your expectations. Special thanks go once again to Caro Asercion, whose micro-RPG Dwindle introduced me to the design space I'm fucking around with here. Go buy their stuff.
Anyway:
What You'll Need
Code Green is a tabletop RPG for one game moderator (GM) and up to six players. Each player will need a copy of the Profile Grid, below, as well as three tokens of some sort: dice, coins, beads, etc. You'll also need at least five six-sided dice (for the whole group, not per player, though it's fine if each player has their own set). If you're using dice for tokens, it's recommended that the dice you plan to roll be visually distinguishable in case they land on someone's Profile Grid.
Rolling Dice
There are two ways you'll be asked to roll dice in this game: rolling d66, and rolling a dice pool.
To roll d66, roll a six-side die twice, reading the first roll as the "tens" place and the second roll as the "ones" place, yielding a number in the range from 11 to 66. For example, if you rolled a 3 and then a 5, your result is 35. You may also be asked to flip a d66 roll; to do this, take your result and swap the digits without re-rolling. In the preceding example, if you flipped your roll of 35, your new result would be 53.
To roll a dice pool, pick up the indicated number of six-side dice, roll them, and take the highest individual result. Duplicates have no special significance. For example, if you rolled a pool of three dice and got a 2, a 4, and a 4, your result would be 4. If you would ever roll a pool of zero or fewer dice, roll two dice and take the lowest instead.
Character Creation
Each player should create their own character. There are three things about your character which are always true:
You are newly born into the world. You may know things about the world (e.g., from your programming, having read them on a computer terminal, etc.), but you haven't experienced them.
You are implausibly good at remaining inconspicuous; unless you're deliberately drawing attention or doing something which requires a dice roll, humans will almost always fail to spot you.
You are not human. You can decide what that means.
To find out what else is true about your character, roll or choose three times from the Form table, and three times from the Function table, placing your results into the correspondingly labelled slots on the Profile Grid, below, in any order you please. Your three results from each table should be different; if you elected to roll and get the same entry multiple times, flip your result, and re-roll if it's still a duplicate.
Think about what your three Form traits and three Function traits imply about your character's physical makeup, but don't set anything in stone just yet â you'll see why not in a moment.
Finally, roll a six-sided die five times, and record the results in the order in which they're received. The resulting five-digit number is the only name your character has when play begins.
Table 1: Form (d66)
11â12. Blood 13â14. Bones 15â16. Brain 21â22. Claws 23â24. Ears 25â26. Eyes 31â32. Guts 33â34. Hands 35â36. Heart 41â42. Hair 43â44. Legs 45â46. Lungs 51â52. Nose 53â54. Skin 55â56. Tail 61â62. Teeth 63â64. Tongue 65â66. Wings
Table 2: Function (d66)
11â12. Accelerated 13â14. Autonomous 15â16. Auxiliary 21â22. Cryogenic 23â24. Cryptic 25â26. Elastic 31â32. Electric 33â34. Entropic 35â36. Invasive 41â42. Invulnerable 43â44. Kinetic 45â46. Magnetic 51â52. Phasing 53â54. Polymorphic 55â56. Projectile 61â62. Pyrogenic 63â64. Telescopic 65â66. Toxic
Playing the Game
Play proceeds in a series of scenes. In each scene, the GM will set the stage: a challenge to overcome, a peril to escape, a mystery to investigate, etc. Given the nature of your characters, most things will be mysteries to you!
Initial Token Placement
Once the stage has been set, place each of your three tokens on a different square on your Profile Grid. If you have no preference, you can roll d66 for each token and place it in the square whose marked numeric range contains the number you rolled, flipping or re-rolling your result if you get a square which already contains a token. The placement of these tokens represents your initial state when the scene opens. Depending on the nature of your character, this may be reflected by a shifting of internal focus, or by a physical transformation.
Participation
To participate in the scene, simply tell the GM what your character does; the GM will describe how the world responds, and ask what you do next. Whenever you wish â or are forced â to do something more than lurk and observe, you are obliged to make a test.
Making Tests
To make a test, first choose a pair of traits â one Form trait, and one Function trait â with which to face the challenge. For example, if your Form traits are Legs, Tail and Teeth, and your Function traits are Cryptic, Invulnerable and Phasing, you might test your Invulnerable Legs against the trouble at hand.
Next, count the number of tokens present in the rows extending from each of the chosen traits. The illustration below shows which squares would be consulted in the preceding example:
Next, roll a dice pool containing a number of dice equal to the number of tokens present on squares extending from the chosen traits. Do not count a token twice if it's on the square where the two traits intersect (e.g., the green square in the illustration above). In the event that no tokens fall on squares extending from appropriate traits, remember that you are allowed to roll a pool of zero dice by rolling two dice and taking the lowest rather than the highest.
Finally, compare your result to the following table:
1â3. Less than human. Whatever you'd intended to try still happens, but it cannot overcome human opposition (or adversity which would challenge a typical human), and any lasting effects are transitory and easily explained away. 4â5. Mostly human. Your effort can contend with human opposition (or circumstances which would challenge a competent human), and its lasting effects make it obvious that someone (or something) has been interfering with matters. 6. More than human. Your effort easily brushes aside any human opposition, and its lasting effects are impossible to rationalise as anything other than the intervention of inhuman forces.
Without Applicable Traits
In the event that you're forced to make a test and no possible pairing of your traits is applicable, you don't get to roll anything, not even with a pool of zero dice; simply resolve the outcome as though you'd rolled a result of 1â3. Other characters may attempt to preserve you from this fate by assisting you, in which case you roll one die per assisting friend; see below for more details.
Assistance
If you wish to assist another character in making a test, consult your own Profile Grid, considering only those squares which contain tokens. Only the specific pairs of traits represented by the squares on which your tokens fall are eligible for assistance; for example, if one of your tokens falls on the intersection of Cryptic and Teeth, you may assist with Cryptic Teeth, but not any other pair of traits involving Cryptic or Teeth unless those squares also have tokens on them.
If you're able to identify an eligible pair of traits that seems applicable to the test at hand, explain how you're using it to help, and hand the player making the test one extra die. Any number of characters may assist on a given test.
Providing assistance neither requires nor permits your character to adapt (see below) â it needs to be your own test for that!
Adapting
After resolving a test, your character adapts, shifting focus or form to reflect what they've learned. Take one token of your choice from your character sheet, and move it to a different square which doesn't already contain one. You can move any token you wish, but it must end up on a different square than the one it started on unless no valid destinations are available. Adapting is not optional, and must be carried out after every test.
Suffering Strain
If whatever you're making a test against is particularly strenuous or dangerous, you might suffer strain as a consequence. Strain will often be incurred on a result of 1â3, and rarely on a result of 4â5; only the most foolhardy efforts will incur strain even on a result of 6!
To incur strain, roll d66, and place a small X on the square on your Profile Grid whose indicated numeric range contains the number you rolled. If there's a token on that square, immediately move it to an empty square of your choice, unless fewer than three unmarked squares now remain; in that case, simply remove the token entirely.
For the remainder of the scene, tokens may not be moved to any marked square. In addition, if you suffer further strain, and the square indicated by your d66 roll is already marked, your character is incapacitated, and may not participate in tests at all until they recover.
All strain is cleared â and any discarded tokens restored â at the end of each scene. Incapacitated characters also recover at this time.
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some of tin's fav haikavetham fics (fic rec list!)đđ
hello all i've always wanted to make a fic rec list and i feel like i've collected enough hkvh fics to make one now LOL most definitely i am forgetting to include a lot but here are a few of my faves!
notes:
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most if not all are sfw bc that is my vibe
sorted from least recent -> most recent
was gonna add little comments to each but i'm now realizing that would take up a huge amt of space so. just know that all of these changed the trajectory of my life. thank u fic authors for all u dođ«¶
then who? by heartslogos (T, 27k)
âLet me,â Kaveh would say with his eyes, his head, his hands. Let him what? Let him in, let him speak, let him stay, let him touch and see and listen â All of the above. Has it not always been so, the two of them like this, Kaveh and Al-Haitham? Kaveh: not quite asking, not quite taking. Al-Haitham: not quite answering, not quite offering. - Al-Haitham has been confined to bed-rest for a month. Kaveh assists. Al-Haitham recovers, they both do.
Asked and Answered by heartslogos (T, 55k)
It begins in the House of Daena, or at least, Kaveh thinks that thatâs where it should begin. If one were to trace the flow of events backwards, it would lead to this moment. If Kaveh were Al-Haitham, he would insist on going further back. Further. Further. Further. All the way back, to the literal beginning of all of time and creation, possibly. But Kavehâs brain only has enough room for so many creations at any given moment, and the works of others â while inspiring â historically donât get students passing grades. Or even grades at all. When thinking about oneâs relationship with their soulmate, it seems natural to think to a first meeting. A first introduction. Well. This can be said for any relationship. It all begins with that first brush â a name, given; a silhouette, glanced; a voice, heard.
the truest forms of love by heartslogos (T, 29k)
âNahida said that the moment you touch the seeds is the moment you must stop speaking,â the Traveler says to him, standing between Al-Haitham and the door of the simple, small hut that is to become his and Kavehâs for the foreseeable future. âIs there anything else you want to say?â The beak of the swan is foreign, cool and strange. Al-Haitham struggles not to flinch away from it as it slides along the side of his jaw, his cheek â imploring and fretful. One last and ineffective plea. Al-Haitham feels the warm weight of solid muscle around his neck, his shoulders â the fidget of wings, the beat of a heart. Al-Haithamâs fingers sink into soft feathers and the bones and muscles of a bird shift against his hands as he holds Kaveh close. What is there to say? Why bother to say something to someone who cannot say anything back? âStand aside,â Al-Haitham says, slowly lowering Kaveh to the ground. âThe sooner I begin, the sooner it ends.â - A story loosely based on the fairy tale of "The Six Swans".
house of cards by luminvies (T, 21k)
There is a scrap of parchment he'd created and abandoned all the way back when the two had been attending the Akademiya together. Sometime between then and the first month he has to move in with Al-Haitham, the list gets crossed out, scribbled over, crumpled up, carefully unfolded again, and revised. The working title for his tireless troubles: Ten Reasons You Cannot, Under Any Circumstances, Fall In Love With Al-Haitham.
âŠAnd how Kaveh falls anyway.
through the grapevine by katarasvevo (G, 3.8k)
Theories are passed around in the form of whispers: Professor Alhaitham probably said something that angered Professor Kaveh. Professor Kaveh, unable to let the insult slide, decided to take revenge by interrupting his precious class time. A prediction goes around that in less than ten seconds, Professor Alhaitham will proceed to offend Professor Kaveh even more with a tactless comment, which will lead to Professor Kaveh and Professor Alhaitham murdering each other. The whole class will walk out today without needing to write the test, having been traumatized by the tragic demise of the two professors. It is not a very pleasant line of thought, but it is sadly the only logical outcome.
In which everyone is convinced Professor Alhaitham and Professor Kaveh are sworn enemies, unaware that their relationship isnât at all what it seems.
the kĂŒbler-ross model on romance by luminvies (T, 10.8k)
Kaveh smiles up at the stranger. "Sorry, he's right! I am taken. By him. But he doesn't know it yet." What. "Wait, what did you mean by that?" Al-Haitham asks faintly. "Oh, that?" Kaveh scoffs. "You're a little dense. Obviously, I meant exactly what I said. I wouldn't want to be kept by anybody but you." "But we areâ" Al-Haitham trips over his words, trailing behind Kaveh as he walks purposefully through the city. "We aren't. Together. Neither of us has confirmed anything of the sort." Kaveh gives him a derisory look. "And what, we don't act like it? Some things don't have to be put into words to be understood. Ah, I forgot. Haravatat. You probably wouldn't accept anything else any other way." "It is not logical to make assumptions without empirical evidence." "You scholarly types," Kaveh mutters. "Always so particular."
So. Al-Haitham is in love with Kaveh. This has got to be somebody's fault.
Cue the five stages of grief.
The Fall by heartslogos (M, 131k)
In the third generation of Lord Sangemah Bays when all is but a dream, Lord Kusanali, from their divine seat in the Sanctuary of Surasthana stirs and reaches their hands to the sky. They arrange their fingers to capture a square of sky, humming and singing to themselves as they put the patch of star and moon and cloud through the divine calculus before they translate it into the tongues of men to be made knowable, and perhaps even understandable â and with great fortune, actionable. âSummon the court,â Lord Kusanali says, âThe Third Face of God has spoken. Hear the Word through me and make your peace. For the God Kings only ever speak thrice on any given subject.â The court of Sumeru crowds the Sanctuary of Surasthana. âThat which waits in the Palace of Alcazarzaray can only be absolved through a union of souls and an exchange of hearts, a lifelong journey that ends only in death.â Lord Kusanali translates. And then, beatific, âWhat you need is a wedding.â
set alight by celestialfics (T, 2.3k)
Since he was young, Alhaitham has followed a self-imposed, unspoken rule not to touch other people unless strictly necessary. Over the years, there have been two exceptions. One was his grandmother, whose side he would cling to as she read him books on the living room couch. She would pet his hair, and heâd lean into the touch, not unlike a kitten blissfully being groomed by its mother. The other exception was an Akademiya upperclassman named Kaveh.
transparent night by kurigohan_to_kamehameha (G, 9.4k)
âSir, kindly do not obstruct us,â says the matra sharply. âWe are in the midst of carrying out an arrest.â âAn arrest?â repeats Kaveh, incredulously. âYouâre arresting him? Youâre arresting him? Why, what in Teyvat has he done?â The Archon Rescue Operation is going as smoothly as it possibly can â that is, until Kaveh returns prematurely from his desert trip, and runs into Alhaitham at the absolute worst possible moment. Of course he would.
this is what happens in the absence of small-talk by pencanze (T, 17k)
Haitham and Kaveh, whose travels are leading them in opposite directions, meet as strangers in a caravanseraiâa travelersâ guest house. Because even opposite directions have a point of intersection or overlap, donât they? Some might even call that point a headfirst collision. And another thing about opposite directions: they still run in parallel, even long after theyâve crossed.
trishna by kurigohan_to_kamehameha (T, 8.2k)
Down the seventh-floor passage in Vahumana, past the statue of the sage Zolfikar, and behind the third door from the left; inside a small, abandoned seminar room in the Sumeru Akademiya is a mirror cursed to show the viewer their heartâs deepest desire. Kavehâs father smiles at him, slowly, so Kaveh can see it happen; the corners of his mouth quirk upwards and his eyes twinkle. Heâs moving, alive. Kaveh hasnât seen his father smile â not the expression itself, preserved in an old Kamera shot he kept in his sketchbook, but the very action of smiling â in almost ten years. An Alhaitham/Kaveh X Mirror of Erised AU
if they ask my gain from this worldâs harvest by patchy (T, 16k)
In the silence that follows, Alhaitham seems to interpret the end of the conversation. He takes a step back into his bedroom and starts to shut the door. âIâll pay you tomorrow,â Kaveh forces out, his voice cracking embarrassingly. The door pauses in its trajectory. Kaveh takes a deep breath. âBut this is the last time,â he continues in a lower voice. âIâll be out of your space by the end of the month.â Alhaitham pushes open the door.
The House, The Home, You and Me by sonotfine (G, 11.9k)
Alhaitham's books-hoarding situation continued to grow out of control. Kaveh magnanimously decided to offer to build a new house for him, with enough space for his ego and the books too. This was fine by Alhaitham. And, of course, he wanted it to be a house for two. -- On moving out of the old, moving on to the new, and moving forward together.
what it means to point true by luminvies (T, 9.8k)
It is biologically impossible for a man to replicate technological functions. As much as Kaveh (and colleagues) like calling Al-Haitham an index of niche and generally insignificant information on legs, he will never quite live up to the title. Here's a novel one: people must have taken to thinking of him as a human compass because they always seem to come to him when they're looking for Kaveh.
is that what I look like? by kurigohan_to_kamehameha (T, 3,8k)
Alhaitham grows a beard. Why? Who knows.
Three or Four (Or Possibly Five) Easy Steps to Living Harmoniously With Your Roommate by Bgtea (T, 28.7k)
The truth of the matter is, Kaveh has no idea how to read Alhaitham. He prides himself on being an expert at understanding people, his empathetic heart lending him the capacity to relate deeply with those around him (oftentimes to his detriment). But with Alhaitham, there is nothing for him to read; no clues from his cool expression for him to grasp. The man appears stoic all the time even during their petty bickering. Honestly, when was the last time Kaveh has seen the man do anything except smirk or frown? Does Alhaitham feel happiness? Has he ever seen the man laugh? Kaveh's mind is drawing a blank on the latter and it...bothers him deeply. -- Kaveh devises a plan to get Alhaitham to smile by being aggressively nice to the man (and also maybe if he makes Alhaitham happy, he can score a discount on his rent or something). Alhaitham thinks Kaveh ate some mind-altering mushrooms and is, understandably, confused and mildly afraid.
in weal and in woe by kurigohan_to_kamehameha (G, 26.7k)
âOh, right â Alhaitham.â Kaveh claps a hand to his forehead. âCyno, if you see him at the Akademiya tomorrow, donât mention this to him, would you? I havenât told him yet.â
âTold him?â Cyno asks slowly, a wary glint in his eye. âWhat exactly havenât you told him?â âThat Iâm getting married,â Kaveh grimaces. âI wanted to tell him myself â I suppose I do want him at the wedding after all, you know â but I didnât get a chance yet. You know what itâs like, trying to have a conversation with him.â It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. Kaveh is a single man. That's about it, really. or: the one in which Kaveh gets married, but not to whom you think.
the hypothetical shore by heartslogos (T, 10k)
When Al-Haitham was still a student in the Akademiya he wore his hair long. As long as Kavehâs is now, perhaps a little longer than that, even. But unlike Kaveh's, Al-Haithamâs hair was just as quiet as he was, just as cool â like a stream of silver water, fresh from the mountain pass. To this day Kaveh remembers the exact moment he thought he might be falling in love with Al-Haitham and that, perhaps, it might not be such a terrible thing.
de insomniis by liyuen (M, 32k)
Kaveh and Alhaitham live together. Nothing ever happens. Nothing ever hurts. But sometimes, when Kaveh watches Nahida idly finish her homework, he gets the feeling that heâs forgetting something important.
Kaveh must have fallen asleep at his desk again, the morning light hitting his eyes like a slap. He blinked at the soft green blanket over his shoulders. When he stumbled into the hall, Alhaitham was sitting in the living quarters with his back to him, soundproof earpieces alit. He had a stupid moment where he wanted to call out to Alhaitham. What would he even say? âIâm having some trouble.â âIs the blanket yours?â âYou were right, Iâm in over my head.â âCan you hear me out?â âHelp me. Please, help me.â Stupid. He yawned and went to stumble his way to the kitchen. From his periphery, he thought he saw Alhaitham turn towards him with a look like he wanted to say something. But that, too, surely was just a very nice dream.
The Importance of Interruption by theSealby (T, 8.6k)
Years. It has been years, yet it couldâve been yesterday they were sitting side by side, thigh to thigh, eye to eye, filled with a contentment that their future selves have lost. Maybe it would be enough to have that again. Maybe correctness has no place hereâhas never been the ultimate goal between themâand Alhaitham finds himself asking a very different question than intended. âHow would you like to come home?â â„ Alhaitham loathes interruptions. (All except one).
To Dream in Shades of Green by Intensely_Reading (T, 55k)
âThere are three suitors who you can romance in this game. You must complete all your requirements with one of them." âWho are the three potential suitors?â Kaveh asks warily. âYour three suitors are Tighnari, the blunt Palace Chamberlain; Cyno, the standoffish Captain of the Royal Guard; and Al-Haitham, the acerbic Duke of Vultur Volans.â There's a new invention from the Yae Publishing House that turns a user's dreams into light novel stories. Kaveh has the (un)fortunate pleasure of being one of its first users. Too bad it dumped him in a romance game.
The Theorem of Narrow Interests by lumielle (M, 36k)
Kaveh clicks his tongue. âWell, I hope you are also aware that with all these requirements, you donât get a set (A+B), or even (A+B+C). Yours is a set comprised of the entire Sumerian alphabet!â Kaveh has had enough of Alhaitham always loitering around the house. In an attempt to get Alhaitham to go out more often, he jokingly tells him to start dating someone. Much to Kavehâs shock, Alhaitham agreesâand promptly assigns him as his personal matchmaker. And even though Alhaithamâs requirements for his ideal partner are annoyingly specific, Kaveh refuses to back down from a good challenge. Heâs confident in his abilitiesâthat is, until his own feelings start getting in the wayâŠ
Precipice by viiparyas (M, 37k)
Lately, his heart staggers at a precipice, just one breath from toppling over. Into what, he doesnât know. After everything, after everythingâŠÂ He canât help but melt easily into the intimacy between them, whether itâs by his design or not.
Kaveh has won fame and renown through Sumeru, witnessed the dissolution of a corrupt government, traveled from the trenches of homelessness to the pinnacles of a fairytale paradise. And yet something deep between his ribs screams, more, more, more.
or, Kaveh discovering what he truly wants and finally reaching for it. (Spoiler alert: it's Alhaitham)
nazar by pencanze (T, 13k)
Itâs like theyâre in a globed world of their own, trapped within a glazed bead. Shatterproof, soundproof, impregnable and unbreakable to anyone elseâanyone besides themselves. (On superstitions, friendships, and other things that shatter.)
case study of the scribe by Jazer (T, 25.5k)
"The consequences of obtaining knowledge is the overwhelming feeling of loneliness. "
In which Alhaitham realizes that a peaceful existence does not have to mean a lonely one.
People keep coming to Al-Haitham when they want to know where Kaveh is. Al-Haitham would be lying if he said he didn't know why.
silviculture by sunsmasher (T, 13k)
Kavehâs face is bright, young, flushed, freckled, happy. Heâs wearing an Akademiya uniform and is as tall as the last time Alhaitham saw him (fifteen minutes ago) which means heâs an inch or two shorter than the last time Alhaitham saw him, because the uniform boots are heeled. Heâs staring at Alhaitham with the aforementioned flush spreading like dye over the silk of his cheeks. âKaveh,â Alhaitham says. âDonât freak out. I believe Iâve been displaced in time.â
spitefully yours by luminvies (T, 6k)
Dear Al-Haitham, I propose that we meet this Friday at sundown on the southeast edge of the city bordering Avidya Forest. This is a marital engagement. Please come prepared with your sword at the ready. With spite, Kaveh Al-Haitham sets down the letter, letting out a long sigh. After all, isnât the answer to dealing with domestic disputes not marriage? Isnât that entirely contradictory to the issue?
Kaveh sends Al-Haitham martial summons to sort out their issues. Unfortunately, he makes a small error in the letter.
The Art of Misunderstanding by Anonymous (M, 7k)
"Kaveh didn't consider himself to be vain. Yet he was becoming increasingly, upsettingly aware that most associates would disagree. Vanity, by definition, refers to an inflated sense of self-importance and pride in oneself. A vain person may believe themselves to be the best in the room. They may find it absurd that all eyes do not fall on them the instant they make themselves known. A vain person may put themselves on a pedestal, believing themselves objectively skilled in their field. And though Kaveh had trust and confidence in himself as an artist, he was caught entirely off-guard to hear that others thought of him as vain." ------ AKA, Kaveh misunderstands when he overhears an upsetting conversation between old classmates. His assumption is that they are attacking his character and commenting on his personality. In reality, they're talking about his looks. Everyone picks up on it, save for Kaveh himself.
Illness, Drowning, and Other Minor Inconveniences by EulerIHKH (G, 11k)
Faced with a uniquely difficult client, Kaveh is reluctantly forced to look for help in the one architect he considers more capable than himself: his mother. But soon enough, the turmoil of Kaveh's personal life begins to seep into their professional correspondence, forcing him to reevaluate his career, relationships, and identity.
love haitham and kaveh....love these fics....so many talented writers...thank you authors <33 def missing a bunch bc my organization on ao3 is horrendous but i can update this or make another list at some point....also i would highly appreciate any recs tyyđ
( + bonus not rec but self promo of a hkvh fic i tried my hand at writing last summer but never shared oops. here she is if you're intrigued
a comedy of errors (T, 6.7k) )
#haikaveh fic recs#kavetham fic recs#fic rec list#haikaveh#kavetham#genshin impact#this was so fun#if anything's incorrect like the summary or ratings please lmk!
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natasha romanoff HC's
sooo i've never written anything like this before but i literally have a doc full of little HCs i have for nat, stuff like how she treats her partner and little quirks she has and wanted to publish them here let me know if i should do a pt. 2 or if i should do any one-shots with these little HCs :)
tags: natasha x fem!reader
warnings: fluff, angst, some alluding to smut, lol just some thoughts i've got, mentions of red room and some things i imagine she's gone through, I JUST LOVER HER SM I WANT HER TO FEEL SAFE AND LOVED AND PROTECTED AGHHH
also i didnât have time to revise to ignore mistakes lol
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physical touch:
she was so used to being "independent" she would often ignore her urges to feel close to someone. she was very hesitant with physical touch, it was hard for her to get used to having someone with her especially when it came to dating. when it came to you, she would shy away from hugs or even holding hands, not because she didn't want to, but because she didn't know how you would feel holding someone like her in your embrace. i picture her being all stoic and cold on the outside but truly, deeply, wholeheartedly craving to feel love and connection with someone. once you noticed her hesitation you talked to her, letting her know that no matter what she thought of herself, none of it was true and that she deserved to feel loved and cherished, just like everyone else. that was the first time nat realized just how much she loved being held and holding someone.
it was morning and although it was early, it was all too late for natasha's routine. she didn't care, she just couldn't let go of you. your face so calm, and your chest rising up into her arm that was wrapped around your torso. her eyes traced the lines of your features. "are you going to keep staring or should i stay still so you take a picture?" she blushed and released you, grabbing a pillow from behind her to smack you with it, making you release a laugh. "i can't even look at my girlfriend lovingly in the mornings without being teased anymore" she'd pout and turn away from you. "aw, i'm sorry, come'ere" you'd scoop your arm around her and bring her closer to your chest. "isn't it a little late for you?" you'd ask as she'd settle under your chin and wrapped her arm over your own, lacing your fingers together. "yes it is, but it's fine, i want to soak this in a little more" you smiled as she released a content sigh.
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being protective:
i think nat would definitely be the kind of girlfriend to just want to make you feel protected and safe and would go out of her way to do so, she'd probably do tiny things to show this like; always walking on the outside of the sidewalk, holding your hand or putting her hand on the small of your back in crowds, she loves handing you her jacket as soon as you shiver or if you even rub your arms to keep warm and if you'd argue saying how she must also be cold she'd respond something like "russian's don't get cold" with a raised brow, but would secretly be freezing just to be able to know that you're warm. you'd obviously know she was cold and would hold her and say "okay chilly russian, get over here".
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wearing her clothes:
going back to her sharing her jacket with you, she'd love seeing you in her clothes. it was something about seeing you, the person she loved wearing something that was hers, and later would wear the same clothes only to find them doused in your perfume, mingled with something that was so you. you two would often steal pieces of each other's closets, wearing them without realizing until the other asked "is that mine?" you had a thing for stealing nat's leather jackets when she was out on missions.
once, she came home to an empty apartment and washed herself up, she was sitting on your shared couch, watching some random james bond movie you'd rented for her. munching some of her favorite snacks, as she heard your keys in the door and saw you come in. your eyes widened once you took her in and dropped your keys on the counter. "natasha! when did you get home? i thought you were going to be gone for another week?" she looked at you dumbfounded, focusing on the leather piece on your body and how it made your eyes sparkle just the right way and accentuated every part of you that she liked, she was picturing what you'd look like in nothing but the jacket- "nat?" you closed the door behind you, reaching to take off the jacket and get closer to your girlfriend. "oh no, no, no, leave it on. i'd much rather be the one taking it off." you would laugh at the smirk she had on, rushing to meet her lips against your own in a fit of giggles. "you're ridiculous, natasha romanoff" you'd say as she pulled back to take you in once again, "oh, but you love me y/n".
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playing with your hair:
she would loveee playing with your hair, whether it was brushing her fingers through it or combing it after you'd gotten out of the shower, or simply braiding it when she had the chance, she loved the feeling of being able to replace memories from her past with moments like these with you. i assume the red room was strict with what they allowed the widow's to wear, and do as well as being extremely competitive between all the girls. she probably had to learn how to braid her own hair by watching how the other girls would do so, being afraid to be put against them in combat for trying to "make friends" with her competition. she was glad to have someone who, instead of pushing her to open up, would allow her to share what she could about her past while being a soothing balm for her trauma and making her excited for her future.
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nightmares:
her fears and memories only came at night when she closed her eyes and those tortures of her past would come flooding back. i'd assume that when she joined SHEILD mandatory therapy and counseling would be necessary. being diagnosed with PTSD among other things, she'd probably learned how to not let her past get to her and how to stable herself in the present, but all that faded away when it came to times when she couldn't escape her dreams. she sometimes didn't even remember what plagued her nights when she awoke, feeling like she'd been put through the ringer. her scars, fully healed and forgotten, would sting, and her head would be pounding, as trickles of sweat littered her body. she'd awake after trashing and fighting invisible demons in bed, struggling or crying out for help. but you'd always be there to calm her.
"nat- nat!" you shook her awake. her eyes shot open with a gasp, she saw red. "get away from me!" she screamed and got up from bed, falling to the ground and huddled herself away in the corner. her face between her knees, her whole body shaking in fear. you'd talked with Bruce about this, he said the best move would be to turn on the lights and approach slowly, letting her see her surroundings and view you, to take in the fact that you weren't a threat. you got up and turn on your lamps. "nat, natty baby, it's me- it's y/n" you would grab some water and would approach her with caution, watching as her eyes shot around the room as she fully wakes up from her nightmares. as soon as she realized where she was and who she was with, the tears would come faster. "i'm sorry- i-i'm so sorry for waking you, i had no idea- i couldn't-" you scurried up to her side "hey, hey, hey" she'd stop and turn to look at you, sniffling as she lowered her knees. "none of that baby, are you okay? i got some water, here drink" she'd take a sip and put the glass down, zoning out and dissociating from her surroundings. you grab her chin and turn her to face you, her eyes meeting your own. "where'd you go?" her lip would start trembling as tears welled in her eyes. "th-they were all around me, looking at me like a piece of meat- i couldn't even defend myself, i was powerless- they-" her eyes would look away and began to focus on something else, you could sense her getting lost in the memory again. "nat, nat hey, hey. it's okay- you're here now, you're with me, you're away from him- from them. you're safe" she'd snap out of it and would wrap her arms around you suddenly, clinging on to you like a vice. "let's get you into the shower, yeah? let's wash you up and drink some tea yeah?" she'd only nod into your neck, and you'd lift her, taking her to the bathroom to help wash away the painful remnants of a rough night.
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the end! i was planning to add more but i thought i should see how this does first and then make another addition, if you guys would like! please let me know and if you have any constructive criticism, feel free to message me! :)
#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff#black widow#natasha x reader#natasha romanoff x you#natasha romanoff x fem!reader#natasha romanov x reader#nat x reader#red room#angst#fluffy fluff#i love natasha romanoff#she deserves the world#shes so cutsie#marvel#black widow x reader#natasha romonova#black widow x you
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sorry if this sounds rude đą but you havenât been posting a lot of stories lately and thatâs like the only thing you have to do? just post something itâs not that big of a deal? dygwim? i think fanfic writers especially on the anime side like to exaggerate things too much and if you donât post then just deactivate? thereâs no point in staying if youâre not gonna do anything but reblog silly content all the time? i don't understand how so many ppl can follow you when you are not even trying to be grateful and you only write not what people request but what you find interesting (which is not, like vampier Shigaraki???? viking Dabi???? so silly stupid ideas imo đ)? whoever finds your writing or you as a person nice is either blind or stupid. and even if you write something chaptered it takes you literally months to update which isn't fair to people?? but I guess you don't care at all. you must be a freaking entitled white woman to treat otherz the way you do.
(again sorry, didn't mean to sound rude) đ
When I first read your message, I was completely speechless for a minute or two, anon.
Firstly, it seems thereâs a misconception about what fanfiction writers, or any creative individuals for that matter, have to do. Let me clarify something important: creativity isnât a tap that one can simply turn on and off at will. Itâs a complex, often unpredictable process that cannot be rushed without compromising the integrity and quality of the work. Quality stories often require research, plotting, editing, and revising before theyâre ready to share. My creative process isnât a fast food joint, nonnie, and I'm not here to serve up reheated ideas just to fill the silence.
My blog belongs to no one but me. I post what I want, when I want. As for the content of my stories, I believe every writer has the right to explore subjects that excite them the most - even if that means delving into topics or settings others may find odd, like vampires or vikings. My goal is to write stories Iâm passionate about and then offer them freely to anyone who might find them entertaining. Some people will, others wonât, and thatâs absolutely okay.
Contrary to your belief, I don't exist solely to churn out stories at the speed you dictate. I write on my own time and for my own pleasure. The notion that I should be a content machine is, frankly, laughable. Writing takes time, creative energy, and often real-life circumstances can slow the process. I post when Iâm ready, and if that doesnât align with your desired schedule, youâre free to unfollow or seek out other writers who update more frequently. Suggesting I deactivate because Iâm not constantly posting or because I reblog content I enjoy is dismissive at best. I'm not a streaming service like Netflix, darlingđ
Calling me an entitled white woman or implying Iâm ungrateful crosses a line. You know nothing of my background or personal circumstances, and bringing race or entitlement into the conversation is neither accurate nor constructive. My ethnicity or personal identity, whatever it may be, does not diminish the value of my creative output, nor does it affect my commitment to my followers. I appreciate every person who visits my page - whether they come to enjoy what I reblog, to read stories I post or to offer critique.
It's also laughable that you think my followers are stupid. Just because their tastes don't align with yours doesn't make them any less intelligent. Diversity in fandoms exists because creativity resonates differently with everyone, something you seem incapable of recognizing.
In the end, I wonât apologize for taking the time I need to create or for following my own interests - thatâs part of being a writer. I do, however, expect basic respect in return. If you canât extend that courtesy, I hope you'll block me, step away from my blog, and never interact with any of my content again.
With all this in mind, it's precisely why I've stopped taking regular requests. Last year, I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of requests and the rudeness in many messages, pushing me to my limits. That's why I've decided to concentrate on my own projects and only accept commissioned work.
I'm taking a few days off to gather my thoughts and concentrate on my writing projects.
#I'm truly getting tired of this bs#rude anon#fanfiction writers#writers on tumblr#writers problems#disgusting people#this is the very first time i was called an entitled white woman though#wtf is wrong with people nowadays?#this is the reason I decided to not accept requests anymore last year#long rant#author's rant#anonymous#asked and answered
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