#let's see if I can finally /officially/ get this blog off the ground

[kanezakaxprotector]

Starter Call

Hit the little heart and I'll make a starter using / based off Kiriko's in-game voice lines.

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

//Sorry for the sudden silence! I just realized that I missed the blog's anniversary! As of July 30th, i's officially been a year since I first made the ask blog. Thank you to everyone that's been around and has interacted with the characters. It's been a lot of fun and I've loved interacting and talking with all of you!

To kick off another year, have a mini blurb (because I can't write a short story currently and I'm still working on answering asks)// //EDIT: There's officially over a hundred of you??? I don't know what to say other than thank you all so so much!! The blurb will be under a read more since it's so long//

Sun: It's been a year already? It's hard to believe.

Lunar: So much has happened!

Eclipse: I have no idea what they even have planned for me. I'm not even in the actual story yet.

Solar: Ya think any of us know what they're planning?

Eclipse: ...Fair.

Moon: Are you guys coming or what? We're taking a picture.

Poppy: Hold your horses! Some of us are a bit slower than others, friend!

Kill Code: Would you like a hand?

Poppy: *blushes* Oh, no thank you, kind sir! Now bumblebee, straighten out your shirt. The daycare logo is all crooked.

Solar: Thanks, Poppy.

Poppy: You're welcome!

Lunar: It's hard to believe it's been a year. And last year there was only five of us!

Sun: Yeah, ten is definitely a lot more than five. And something tells me that isn't all of us, either.

Lunar Who knows! I like things better now, though. I'm glad we have everyone! We'll, everyone but-

Midnight: Yeah, yeah. Just stick me in the back. I ain't stayin' long. Goddamn stupid-

//Mun God hopes that Midnight is not about to make any sort of derogatory statement towards his Eclipse, let alone Mun God. And certainly not towards Quill.//

/Yeah, what they said! ....Wait, me too??/

//Mun God does not want to discuss this further with Quill.//

/But...ok. *blushes*/

Midnight: I ain't sayin' sh-

//Mun God hates to inform Midnight that they can no longer speak- at least, not until after the photo is taken. Midnight understands, correct??//

Midnight: *glares*

Harvest: Brother, your tie is crooked.

Bloody: Ughhhhh bloody pain and bother! Why need?

Harvest: *chuckles* It's just for a picture, then you can get rid of it. I promise.

Bloody: Don't like.

Harvest: Neither do I, but we can chase squirrels later, if you want.

Bloody: ....

Harvest: I'll throw in the new nylabone I bought you.

Bloody: Ok!

Moon: Geez, how do you even work this thing?

Sun: I think you need to set it up to your internal camera? That way you can take the picture without a timer.

Moon: But then I'll be blinking in the picture.

Sun: Hm...Clip? Any ideas?

Solar: Give it here, I'll do it.

Moon: You don't have to-

Solar: Least I can do. Just lemme work with it.

Lunar: Chip! Can I help?!

Solar: *smiles* Nah, but I appreciate it.

Midnight: *flips him off*

Solar: Uh...why ain't he talkin'?

//Mun God is unsure, it certainly is strange...//

/Melpomene! Be nice!/

//Mun God does not know what Quill means./

/Come on! It's bad enough you won't tell them about-/

Poppy: Ooh! Are we going to talk about when Solar gets-

/Oh! But what about when Eclipse finally realizes-/

//Mun God does not want to silence Quill and Poppy, but Mun God will if that is what it takes to avoid future events being spoiled.//

Poppy: Oops! Sorry, Melpomene!

//.....It is alright.//

/Aw, you're soft!/

//Mun God wants Quill to shut up.//

Kill Code: Eclipse. Perhaps it would help if you-

Eclipse: What?

Solar: What?

Kill Code: Apologies, I was talking to Solar.

Eclipse: *scoffs, rolls his eyes* Of course you were.

Kill Code: Son, I do not mean to slight you.

Eclipse: Whatever.

Solar: 'Clipse? You wanna help me with this? I don't know what I'm doin'.

Eclipse: *straightens up with a smile* 'Course you don't. Dumbass.

Solar: *smiles and hands him the camera* Least I can see what I'm doin'.

Eclipse: What's that supposed to-

Solar: *smirks* Kinda hard ta see when yer close ta the ground.

Eclipse: You son of a-

Poppy: I wish I was in my physical form...I was hoping I could hug Sol.

/I'm sorry...maybe when we do an ask event in the future? Maybe we could do one where we go back in time when you and Solar were still sharing a body?/

Poppy: *smiles gently* I would like that, thank you!

/We'll see!/

Midnight: *growls*

Kill Code: *picks him up by the hook* So you are the one who hurt Solar...*snarls*

Midnight: *stares in fear*

Solar: 'S alright, KC. Mun God has 'im on a leash. He can't talk.

Kill Code: Is that so? Well, then it is the perfect opportunity for me to say what needs said-

Eclipse: Gods, Moon. Could you have gotten a more complicated camera?

Moon: Blame Fazbear! It's the only one I could find!

Eclipse: Christ on a stick....Finally! Alright. Everyone gather around, it's time. I'm not doing this more than once.

Sun: Ok, ok, Lunar stand here, then Moon, Solar go between me and the twins, Eclipse by Lunar in the front, KC in the back, Poppy with KC, Midnight...

Midnight: *glares where Kill Code is still holding him*

Sun: ...Stay there. Perfect.

Eclipse: I'm doing one countdown. Blink now or forever hold your peace. Ten-

Sun: Nine!

Moon: Eight.

Lunar: Seven!

Bloody: Six!

Harvest: Five!

Solar: Four.

Poppy: Three!

Kill Code: Two.

Midnight:

Thank you for one year!

[the-chimeras-claws]

Trust Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Juniper Keen (Nonbinary OC)

Summary: Bucky's first time being naked in front of someone he trusts.

TWs: vague mentions to Bucky's time at HYDRA, Nonsexual Nudity, cuddling, fluff, Pet names (Baby, Honey, Baby Boy), Bucky gets a lil emotional at the end but it's fluffy I promise

A/N: this is my first bit of writing I've posted on here, and I'm excited to share! This is a story from later on in Juniper and Bucky's relationship, they've been together officially about a year now. Originally I wanted to go in some sort of chronological order, but then I realized it's my blog and I can do whatever I want, so my Oneshots will definitely be bouncing around timeline-wise. I'm still working on a Series about Juniper and Bucky's time at HYDRA, and it's my hope to get it up soon!

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“I need your help.”

Juniper's gray eyes flicked up from the goat they were feeding to meet Bucky's eyes, filled with a storm of uncertainty and nerves. They reached up and cupped his face.

“Of course Bucky, anything.” His eyes fluttered shut when they began to stroke his cheekbone, “what's wrong?”

“I, uh, I'm…” the Soldier's cheeks turned a deep scarlet, eyes refusing to meet theirs, “I want to…”

He sighed, running his remaining hand through his hair. Juniper could see him chewing his lip.

“Hey,” they gently guided his face to theirs, “you don't have to be worried, Baby. Anything you need, it's yours. All you have to do is ask.”

“I know. It's just…” he took a deep breath, “it's hard.”

Juniper stood on their tiptoes to kiss the bridge of his nose, but was nearly knocked over by an impatient female goat. Bucky caught them in his arm, helping them to their feet.

“You take your time, Buck.” They smiled, “in the meantime, do you wanna help me feed the goats? I think Saffron is gonna go for the kneecaps if she doesn't get her breakfast.”

He chuckled softly, taking the feed from his partner and using it to fill the buckets. The two were nearly done when Bucky finally blurted, “I want to be naked in front of you.”

Juniper just about dropped the bucket in their hand, looking up at their partner with wide eyes.

“You…what?”

“It’s not for sex, I don't… I don't want that,” he refused to look them in the eyes, “I just want to get better about… about being naked in front of someone. Someone I trust. At HYDRA, being…uh, not having clothes on meant pain. They asked, ordered, me to strip before hosing me down after a mission. Or to beat me if I… if I fucked up especially bad on an assignment. And you know I had to take my shirt off when they worked on my arm. Sometimes they would order me to do it just because they could. I think it was part of how they showed power over me.”

“Oh, Baby…,” Juniper cooed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear, “I'm so sorry.”

“I just.. want to do it in front of someone I know isn't going to hurt me.” he explained, leaning into their warm hand on his cheek, “I want it to be you.”

They nodded.

“Okay.” The Shapeshifter whispered, “if this… if this is something you want to do Baby, I'll do it. You know I will.”

He took a deep breath, grounding himself.

“I do. I want to… I want to do it.” Bucky finally dared himself to look them in the eyes, hoping they could see how serious he was, “I trust you.”

They nodded, brushing the hair from his eyes.

“Okay, alright Honey. We'll do this.” Juniper's fingers traced through his long locks, “we can do it tonight, is that okay?”

He nodded.

“Okay.”

***

“You ready, Baby?” Juniper asked. Bucky nodded, biting his lip.

“I think so,” he murmured. They nodded, gently cupping his face with both hands.

“Hey, look at me, Buck,” he stared deep into their silver eyes, “if we’re gonna do this, I need you to use your words. I can’t just take nods or headshakes, okay? I need explicit verbal consent.”

“Okay.”

Juniper pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose.

“Let’s start slow, okay?” they said, “can I untie your hair?”

The man started to nod but stopped.

“Yes.”

Bucky closed his eyes as Juniper’s hands found their way into his dark locks, taking a deep breath. Their fingers slowly undid the elastic, allowing his hair to fall free and brush against his shoulders. Juniper gently combed it out with one hand, starting with the shorter hairs by his nape and making their way up to the longer strands. When the man slowly forced his eyes open, he found Juniper smiling softly at him.

“You’re doing so good, Buck, you’re doing great.”

The Shapeshifter put their hand over his racing heart. They gently stroked it along his chest, their fingers ghosting over his toned pectoral.

“Do you want me to take your shirt off now?” They asked.

“Yes.”

Juniper’s hands ran the full length of his chest, down to the hem of his shirt. The Soldier’s breath hitched when he felt them grab it.

“Buck?” there was so much concern in their eyes, “is this okay, Baby Boy?”

“Yes,” the soft nickname made Bucky blush, “keep going. I need this.”

“Okay.”

Juniper gently slipped his shirt over his head, depositing it on the floor. Bucky’s eyes found the ground. His cheeks were getting hot. This was the first time anyone had seen the scars on his body. At least, the first time Bucky had been in his right mind when someone saw his scars. He had vague memories of being forced to strip in front of HYDRA technicians, doctors, and soldiers, and of Juniper tending to the wounds on his bare back after a particularly savage whipping. But he wasn’t himself when that had happened. He couldn’t feel the nerves of being bare in front of someone, or the humiliation of being forced to strip naked by people who wanted to hurt him. And he definitely couldn’t feel the shame and embarrassment that he was feeling now. Juniper noticed this, and gently cupped his face, bringing it up so he was looking them in the eyes.

“Here Baby,” they slipped off their own shirt, tossing it aside and bringing his sole hand to touch their chest, “will me doing this with you make you more comfortable?”

“I think so,” the soldier allowed himself to smile ever so slightly.

“Good, I’m glad.” they cupped his face, “do you want to move on to your pants, or…?”

Bucky wrapped them in his one remaining arm and pulled them close, a deep sigh escaping him as he relished the warmth of their bare skin against his own.

“Can we just stay like this for a bit?” He asked shyly.

“Of course, Baby Boy,” Juniper’s arms wrapped around him in turn, their hands running the length of his spine, taking inventory of the scars on his back, “we’ll stay like this as long as you want, okay?”

“Thank you…”

They stayed holding each other for some time, Juniper rubbing Bucky’s back while he pressed kisses into their hair, until finally he forced himself to unwind from their embrace.

“I think… I think I'm ready to keep going.” He gave his partner a nervous smile. Juniper nodded, kissing the bridge of his nose.

“You're doing so good Bucky, I'm so proud of you.” Their hand migrated to the waistband of his pants, “are you ready?”

Bucky swallowed hard.

“I-I think so.”

“Bucky, Honey, I need you to be sure.”

He took a deep breath, nodding.

“I'm ready.” He said.

Juniper nodded, slowly sliding off his pants before taking off their own, leaving both of them in nothing more than their underwear.

“Are you ready for your underwear or do you need a little time?”

“No,” Bucky puffed his chest out, “no. I'm ready.”

“Alright Sweetheart, if you're sure.”

“I am.”

Juniper slid off their own undergarments, now naked in front of him. Their hands touched the hem of his boxers, their gray eyes searching his face for any signs of discomfort. Bucky just nodded. He felt the fabric slide down his legs, stepping out of them when Juniper instructed him to. The soldier stood in front of his partner completely bare, his body on full display. Bucky’s face was turning red, he could feel it, but Juniper simply cupped his face and smiled softly.

“Are you okay, Buck?” They kissed his cheek.

“I am.” He nodded, fighting the urge to make a grab for his boxers. Part of him wanted to snatch his underwear back and pull them on, but the other part didn't want Juniper to lose the pure pride and adoration in their eyes. They smiled.

“Do you want to lay down?” The Shapeshifter motioned to the bed, gently pushing him to lay back on it when Bucky nodded.

“Would you mind if I was on top of you?” Juniper asked, “not in a sex way, just…”

“I know. I would love that, actually.”

The Shapeshifter nodded, settling on top of him so they were straddling his hips.

“Can I touch you?” They asked.

“Please.”

Juniper's hands began to run along his chest, their fingers tracing along the hard planes of his body. Bucky had never felt more exposed. He thought he should be afraid. Being in such a vulnerable position should be terrifying for him. God knows any sort of vulnerability he showed at HYDRA was met with abuse, punishment, pain. But something about this, about Juniper exploring his body with feather light touches, it soothed him. He didn't understand how anyone could be so gentle with him. How anyone could see the scars that were permanently carved into his skin and still look at him like he was something precious, something worthy of love. And yet here Juniper was, caressing the parts of him that had endured unimaginable pain with the utmost care. The thin slashes that came from knives, circular indents from bullets, marred masses of scar tissue that he didn't remember getting and couldn't even begin to decipher where they'd come from. But the ones that caught their attention were two that looked like lightning, flowing out from a common point in brilliant fractals along either side of his body. They reached out their hand, looking to Bucky for consent before letting their fingers drag along the raised skin.

"Taser. Or, high-powered cattle prod is probably a better description," the soldier said after a long moment, seeing Juniper's confused face he added, "it was one of their favorite methods of shutting me up when they were breaking me. 'Kept using it after I was the Soldier. It was a go-to punishment for handlers when they thought I misbehaved. Sometimes they just did it because they knew I couldn't fight back."

"Oh, Bucky…" Juniper pressed a kiss to the two matching scars, first his left then his right. They traced their fingers along the jagged marks.

“You're so beautiful,” they whispered, “my Beautiful Bucky…”

“You don't have to lie.”

“I'm not lying,” their fingers traced a long slash across his stomach, “your scars show everything you've been through. How brave and strong you've been. And I think they're beautiful for that. You're so beautiful, Baby Boy. So strong, so brave, and so, so beautiful.”

A sob caught into Bucky’s throat. No one had ever called him that before. He vaguely remembered being called “handsome” back in the day, and kind old ladies in Bucharest whose groceries he'd carried had called him “good looking” or “a lovely young gentleman”. But never ‘beautiful’. Juniper cupped his face, thumbing away the tears he hadn't realized were falling.

“What's wrong Baby?” They asked, “Do you want to stop?”

He shook his head.

“I-it's not that,” Bucky leaned into their hand, “I… I've never been called ‘beautiful’ before. And I've… nobody's ever touched me like this. No one's been gentle like this. And it...It just feels so good.”

“Oh, Sweetheart,” they pulled him into a hug, weaving their fingers into his hair. Bucky buried his face in their neck as their fingers began to gently stroke his long locks, trying to hide the fact more tears were slipping down his face. It broke Juniper's heart, how the slightest bit of praise was enough to make him cry. They'd never know what perceived affront this kind, gentle, loving, beautiful man had committed against the universe to earn him the lot that he had in life, but whatever it was he didn't deserve it. He deserved kindness and safety and gentleness and love. After everything he had endured, Bucky deserved the fucking world in their eyes. They hugged him close to their bare chest.

“The world's been so cruel to you, hasn't it Sweetheart?” He nodded, face not leaving the crook of their neck. Juniper gently stroked his hair, “I’m sorry, Baby. I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve to be treated like that, you didn't deserve to be abused, or taught to think so low of yourself. You are good, Bucky. You're sweet and kind and patient and gentle and so, so, so beautiful. Inside and out. Always have been, always will be. And I'm going to spend the rest of our lives reminding you of that. I promise.”

“I love you,” Bucky whispered, “so much.”

“I love you too Buck. You deserve the world, the fucking universe, god dammit. And I'll do everything I can to give it to you.”

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True to form I have no idea how to end it 😅 but yeah, that's my first posted writing for Juniper x Bucky! I have a lot of stuff written that I haven't posted anywhere, depending on how people feel about this one I might post others. I have no idea how this turned out, I'm pretty happy with it but feel free to leave thoughts/constructive criticism!!

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Revolution - 55: Opening

Translator: Creampuffs

Tori: "Hello? Vice-President?"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Location: Student Council Room

Tori: “Hello? Vice-President?”

“Tori Himemiya here. The ’S1��� dreamfest is finally here~♪”

“It’s the festival where we, the Student Council, can show off our power to the incompetent masses~☆”

“Anyway, that’s all for the periodic report. Nothing is amiss at the Yumenosaki Academy front gates, aka the reception!”

“The visitors are entering the school in an orderly fashion – it’s more or less the same as the previous dreamfest. The official Yumenosaki Academy dreamfests are super popular with the students and the general public~♪”

“As for the auditorium, it’s pretty full with some visitors having to stand. It doesn’t look like we’ll need to start limiting entry just yet~♪”

“But I think there’ll be more visitors coming, so you made the right choice setting up a large screen on the grounds, Vice President.”

“Impressive as always ☆”

“It’s just a student performance, so it’s amazing to see how many people are here to watch them~”

“There are so many TV reporters and journalists here too. I’m giving them the best seats, of course~♪”

“As for the general public, maybe they know they’ll get kicked out if they kick up a fuss, so they’re behaving themselves.”

“There isn’t even a small squabble. It’s pretty peaceful!”

Tori: “All the people here are all squished together – it’s such a magnificent spectacle! Hehe, it’s like massed callisthenics ☆”

“It looks like the students at school are pretty well-behaved too~”

“Visitors are prioritised and seated in the auditorium for dreamfests that are open to the public, while students watch the performances in their own classrooms…”

“It looks like they’re following that rule too~”

“Hmm~ What a let-down. I’ve heard a lot of fishy rumours, but… everything is going swimmingly right now!”

“That’s the end of my report. Do you have any questions?”

Keito: No, it’s fine as long as there aren’t any problems. All is right with the world.

Sorry for making you work on a day off, Himemiya.

I suppose I’m too much of a worrywart. Eichi… the Student Council President is still hospitalised, and it seems Isara will be taking part in the dreamfest today.

Therefore, we’re understaffed. I’m glad you’re a great help, Himemiya.

Tori: “Heheh. You can praise me more ♪”

“I’m just shoving all the annoying work to my servant, so I’m just taking it easy.”

“Besides, our leader, the Student Council President, is hospitalised, so our unit’s on hiatus at the moment~☆”

“Anyway… Vice-President, you’re supposed to be taking part in the dreamfest today as well, so should you be working so hard?”

Keito: "S1s" are completely managed by the Student Council, after all. I can’t cut corners.

I have to deal with office work, venue security for “S1”, keeping in contact with the students and teachers, as well as… various other things, I’m as busy as a bee.

I’d appreciate any help right now. But it’s not the wisest idea to have uncertain variables in one’s plans, so I can’t rely on outside help.

We, the Student Council, must handle "everything" ourselves.

Nevertheless, it appears everything is running smoothly right now. It’s another peaceful day at Yumenosaki Academy.

Everything is in perfect order. As long as I’m here, I won’t let the fools do as they please.

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last weekend I went way too hard, and by Sunday night I was running on completely empty. not even partying hard, just. Ikea and redecorating and blah blah blah blah blah, in our mid-30s we ball.

all this week I've been OUT, batteries dead, zero energy, can't brain for shit, plus Mon/Tues/Wed I have a sore throat, so I'm hitting it with alka-seltzer the first couple days, till it starts to feel better and I'm just drinking SO much tea.

Wednesday the Dizzy starts. By Thursday, I can't sit up without everything spinning, and through Sunday, I have to be flat on my back. Getting up to feed the creachurs is exhausting, disorienting, and generally miserable, let alone feeding myself. Dramamine does nothing. Also, super bonus, my body fucking hurts because I can't move!

Surprise, this is exactly what getting over La Rona felt like, except I don't have La Rona.

Since November I've been sort of operating on yes, this is still LongTallShortFatCovid in the absence of enough data to officially diagnose it, so let's just behave like it's ME/CFS and see what happens. So, supine on the sofa on Sunday, I'm trying to figure out if Gentle Stretches™ are a good or bad idea with post-exertional malaise (the hallmark ME/CFS symptom that I am pretending I know I have for reasons of science). Because, again, I am stiff and sore and I fucking ache.

I know that unfortunately there's a LOT of anecdata and not much hard review around symptom relief, but I also know there's quite a lot of people trying to figure out what works. One person's dribbly candles and magic circles and stuffed crocodile hanging from the ceiling and 13 other chronically ill people chanting the universe's esoteric and black history leads to another person's 4 cc of mouse blood and three small sticks.

I found a blog with a good enough balance of science vs multiple personal experiences that it felt worth digging into -- also Gentle Stretches™ probably not gonna make PEM worse, thank god, sitting yoga ahoy. Some people found NSAIDs or steroids helped them to recover, but the really interesting one to me was a couple very very very small studies about Dextromethorphan Hbr, an OTC cough suppressant.

That tinged a tiny little ding in my foggy jelly brain, and I rooted around like a drunk opossum until I found the alka-seltzer box in the recycling. (Coulda looked this up online. But again, jelly brain.) The cough suppressant is DXM Hbr. And it's got aspirin. I'd been taking a little ibuprofen all week because Ache, so it wasn't necessarily the NSAID. But when I phased out the cough suppressant, that's when the dizzy started.

It's just a correlation, I've got n=1 here. I know that. But I took a standard dose of OTC cough syrup (DXM Hbr and guaifenesin -- no NSAIDs), and in a couple hours I could get up, and walk around the yard and water the plants, despite being kinda dizzy. I started some laundry. I kept taking it just according to the directions yesterday, and today, for the first time in an ENTIRE WEEK, I can think enough to write, I can go upstairs without needing to sit after, and I'm a little lightheaded but I'm not stumbling.

Placebo is a thing of course, but also, Dramamine couldn't touch this, even though it helped last time. Day by day it was getting worse, not better, and I was laying on the couch because I'd finally managed to finish a shower but I couldn't be upright any more afterward.

(All shower euphoria is erased when I gotta sit flopped on the ground towing the faucet hose around my head and trying not to blast my eyeballs out.)

I have an appointment with my doctor on Wednesday. I'm really lucky -- she's been great thus far, and takes me seriously when I say wacky things like I HAVE AN HYPOTHESIS REGARDING THESE SYMPTOMS, CAN WE LOOK INTO THEM. ("Yes and also would you like a referral to get spayed").

That being said, Saturday morning, I cried and cried, feeling like I had to hold onto the sofa to not fall off, because I'm scared and frustrated and angry and grieving. Grief is probably the worst because right now I don't know what I've lost. If I've lost anything. If this is real, if it's going to pass, if I'm panicking ... or if this is my life. Other disabilities have taken things from me -- doors that get closed and then bricked over. This feels like I could get shut in one room forever, like. Yes you, the Stress Powered Engine, who lives for pushing eustress as close to distress as you possibly can for fun and profit! Doing that will now hit you like a semi at highways speeds!

Or, I could recover. I don't have the data to know.

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Jottings from Miz Jeannie  by Jeannie Barnwell...Jeannie says hello and is still on holiday!

ASHTON RECALLS    Here's another story about Salem's quest to acquire a garment-manufacturing plant in 1953-54:

CONSTRUCTION OF NEW PLANT SET TO BEGIN - (The following story was in the February 10, 1954 Keowee Courier). . .Final plans were laid Thursday night at Salem for the construction of a 20,000 square-foot garment factory located on a four-acre tract just outside of the town. . .Construction will begin about March 1 and the plant, which will be occupied by Paintset Fashions, Inc., is expected to be in operation in October. Paintset, a nationally-known manufacturer of women's dresses and robes, already has two plants going full-blast in Walhalla. . .The Salem plant is expected to employ approximately 300 persons, and many of them will be Salem area residents who are now employed in the two Walhalla plants and will be able to work closer to home. . .The possibility of building the plant was first discussed a little less than a year ago when Salem area business and civic leaders, along with the Oconee County Planning and Development Board, met with Paintset officials in the school auditorium. . .The Salem citizens formed a corporation known as Salem Builders, Inc. and agreed to erect a building which would house the industry. In January of this year a charter was granted the organization by the secretary of state. . .At Thursday night's organizational meeting Oscar Wigington, Clyde Talley and Bruce Rochester were elected as directors and Mrs. Selma Talley was chosen to serve as secretary. . .The cost of the building will be between $90,000 and $100,000, which has been raised in pledges. Mrs. Talley said it is important that all pledges be paid by February 15 so that building materials can be purchased and delivered to the site in time to begin construction March 1.                                                         by Ashton Hester                                                                                                    

JOCASSEE VALLEY BREWING COMPANY,(JVBC) & COFFEE SHOP* 13412 N Hwy 11 Open Wed–Sat 9am-9pm and Sunday 12pm-7pm. Events this week:  Thurs:  Old Time Jam 6:30pm  Fri: Food:  Just a Smile Caribbean  3pm Music:  Eric Congdon Duo at 6:30pm   Sat–Food: Blue Ridge Grill 3pm ( Irish menu and more ) Music: Andy Ferrell 3pm and Cornbread Heads at 6:30pm   Sun:  12pm-7pm Celebrating St. Patrick’s Day with Irish menu by Opus Trust 12pm-until   Music:  1:30pm Irish Jam   4:00pm Water Kickers.   More information call 864-873-0048    

EAGLES NEST ART CENTER 2024 UPCOMING EVENTS         March 23rd, 7pm  Oconee Mountain Opry  Tickets $10 at the door day of the event or online at eaglesnestartcenter.org Ticketleap.  This evening will feature popular Upstate SC singer-songwriter Angela Easterling accompanied by Brandon Turner, the Mountain Bridge Band, comedy, mystery guests and more!  Don’t miss this local unique variety gem. 

April 26th, 7pm  Friday Evening Wellness Event:  Reclaiming Our Inalienable Wellness  Doors open at 6:30pm   Free event hosted by ENAC featuring speaker Meredith Orlowski, AFMC, INHC.  Bring your friends and family along. Gain Energy, Lose Weight, Feel Happy, & Save the World While Doing it!                                                    The Eagles Nest Treasure Store is open every Saturday morning 9am-12pm.  We are accepting donations during that time or call 864-557-2462.  Information on sponsorships, events, volunteering, donations, or rentals call 864-280-1258.

PROM DRESSES :  Ladies Prom Day is approaching!!  On March 22nd from 3pm-6:30 pm and March 23rd from 9am-12pm we will displaying and selling prom dresses for the upcoming proms.  We have many beautiful gowns short and long to choose from.  We look forward to seeing you. Please call  Donna at 864-557-2462 for more information.     

YARD SALE:  Rent a spot if you would like to bring a table and set up for our big sale on March 22nd and 23rd.                                                           

                                          CHURCH NEWS           Bethel Presbyterian Church (PCUSA),  580 Bethel Church Rd Walhalla, 29691. Worship at 10:30 a.m.   March 31 Message by George Harper, Easter Sunday with Communion. 

Conservation minded:  Last week’s quote  was so great and timely it must be shared  again and again from a reader: “  I fully agree with your opposition to the "growth for the sake of growth" philosophy. There should continue to be cities for people who like city life and rural areas for more laid-back people.”  

Sharing another farm property saved by the landowner! The Happy Berry >> in Pickens County. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Sharing a “Quick” Lesson:  “Why is part of the fingernail  called “the quick” ???

Quickening is the first feelings of life in the womb.  The “quick and the dead” refers to the living and the dead.  The “quick” part of the nail is  the part of the nail bed that meets the flesh.  The nail itself is dead, but the nail bed is alive.  Life itself can be like that.  Our bodies can be alive and going through the motions of life.  But in reality dead and meaningless  if we are not living or seeking our purpose through Christ, the true meaning and reason for life. 

Prayer:  Heavenly Father, Guide us for Your Will as we bloom and truly live life abundantly where we are planted.  Let it show as joy, gratitude, and praise to You  as we care for your earth, through Christ who came to earth, that we might live!  Amen                                  Time to Live!   LRM    

[apieceofsushi]

heyyyyyy remember when I did that card art analysis back in June for the mafuyu event on the jp server? yeahhhhh totally wouldn't dare attempt that again yeah noooo wayyyy

been staring at these cards all day, so jokes aside, let's dive in! feel free to share insights/opinions, I really want to understand every side of these cards as much as possible....*sobs* I love them so much

From Now On And Forever - Toya Aoyagi

if you have been following my blog, then surely you know that I have been in a frenzy the past couple of days, starting with the untrained art for this toya card. if you didn't already know this was like, THE akitoya event, then this card is how you know. first off, we finally have official art of the boys without their jackets (thank god, Japan gets really hot y'know let them breathe). secondly, THEY'RE DOING THE GAY FIST BUMP THINGY AAAAAAAAA--so proud of them :')))

thirdly, I love how akito is in the trained art as well! it doesn't happen very often that a second character is in trained art (I now have the obligation to dig through all of the trained art that does and post it here lol), so...it really does scream akitoya event! but....about the trained art.....

HOW. and I repeat HOW is toya not like. screaming and clinging to akito for dear life?? (I will draw to make a joke out of this and post it at some point) if you didn't already know, toya is scared as hell of heights, so I find it hilarious that they chose the theme to be high up in the sky...

also, while obviously I need to read a few more of the vbs event stories, I'm curious to know what the broken cage means...is it Toya's freedom to be his own person, and not be forced to play classical music? the ability to be able to sing with his partner that he truly values? Clearly, the boys are sitting in the cage because even if they can leave, they're still in midair (it seems, anyways)....lots to unpack here!

Midnight Making - Kohane Azusawa

aaaah...this kohane card is so cute......wheqgfqygufhijo it's rare to see kohane in glasses....AND WITH HER HAIR DOWN TOO! she looks so different...and kaito there while she dozes off is a cute touch :D the pink theme is really nice as well, considering that untrained art never really has a theme compared to other's in the set, this one is really pleasing, in my opinion...

now. now. the trained art is absolutely stunning--she looks even cuter in this one, which I didn't know what possible...kohane's innocent little face, looking up at the birds...

OH YEAH. THE BIRDS. so in toya's(+ akito if we're being technical) and kaito's trained cards, the birds are black. (crows, maybe?) but in an and kohane's, the birds are white (doves, most likely). surely, there has to be a deeper meaning to this, right? when you take a second to look it up, no matter what species, white birds are always pure and represent everything good. but black birds are typically the opposite...but I found it interesting that they could represent "change". maybe it'll make more sense when some translations come out for this event, but hmmm....

also, I love kohane's bucket hat. so much. she wears one in a few card cameos + one three star I think (I will now make a collection of this and post it dw), and it's just soooo cuuutteeeeeeee! they really know how to make her look adorable, huh?

You're Particular, Aren't You? - KAITO

damn, I never thought I might become a kaito simp, but this might be the turning point. the untrained art is cute, obviously I don't have context for what's going on there, but seeing street sekai kaito all confident always makes me laugh...I love how rain and meiko are just there. in shock. at whatever is going on. dang it I really need those story translatioooooons--

the TRAINED art is what I can't stop looking at, which is expected. kaito is just standing there and he looks amazing iwqfuhgqeojpwjfie

it's interesting thought, as he isn't in a cage, but on solid ground, near... construction? there's clearly some stairs there, so he appears to be high up...it looks like the empty sekai, if you look closely. strange...

and again, there are the black birds, which surely symbolize something...I just can't put my finger on what, exactly. this whole set just looks really pleasing, I'm not sure what else to say lol

Nuanced Language - An Shiraishi

ah yes, the three-star card. I swear, three-star cards never disappoint, do they? they always look just as incredible as the four-star ones...

for the untrained art, I like the atmosphere a lot, for some reason! it's nice seeing An do things that you'd expect one to do while working...it's simple, it's cute...what else do I need to say?

the trained art, ofc is super pretty... she doesn't appear to be in a cage, like KAITO, but she still seems rather high up. when I saw this card, it made me wonder if all the characters are looking at something in particular...like say, if An was looking up to Kohane...

it's also interesting how she is holding flowers, could that be a reference to the last vbs event? are the birds, like, going to carry them up to Kohane, like how people spectated that Akito's and Toya's art was related in some way for the previous event? I'll never know...

also. An in a hat. not just any hat, but....qjwhfvhaihdfvjkwafefe hang on lemme get over the heart attack I'm currently experiencing right now--

How To Spend Our Days Off - Akito Shinonome

ah yes. YOU. the one who's been part of all of the chaos...this card is what fully convinced me that this event is a "snazzy jazzy" one.

don't ask how I came up with that. I don't know either.

I'm honestly really happy about the card line-up this time around. For the past two Toya focused events, it was with Akito and An both being in the Gacha (and in the same places too, mind you). so having them both in the shop was actually relieving. and Akito did get to be in the trained art!!! WITH TOYA!!!! so it all works out.

there's probably a lot more I could say, but I didn't want this to sit in my drafts for much longer...enjoy my ramblings uwegfyuewfiew :)

[lustbile]

Hold On

TaeyongxReader

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary/Warnings: based of this really old post here. Smut, stuffed animal kink?

first fic on the new blog! I’m losing my mind,

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You’d be slightly embarrassed to admit that the second Taeyong handed you the stuffed animal, it was as if it glued itself to your hands.

Yes you were slightly obsessed with the soft toy, but in your defense, it was the first present the boy had ever presented to you. Not only that, but it was also incredibly soft and, in its time spent hidden in Taeyong’s room as he tried to build the courage to give it to you, it had become permanently marked with his scent. These things, combined with its size, made it a perfect pillow.

So it never moved an inch from its corner of your bed. Waiting patiently every day for you to curl up, ready for sleep, and for you to pull it tightly into your chest. The only times it went untouched for the night, is the times you instead found yourself laid in the nest that was Taeyong’s bed, and it’s job as your pillow being taken over by his warm chest.

It was just a teddy bear. As classic as it could get with its brown fur and button eyes, but something about seeing it for the first time made Taeyong immediately think of you. You hadn’t been officially dating for too long, but he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t buy it right then and there, he just never anticipated how much nerve he’d have to build to actually give it to you.

But when he finally did, he was sure he had never seen something so adorable. The way your face lit up as you pulled it tightly against your chest, your neck bending slightly as you pressed your face into the fur. He could feel his chest tighten in endearment and his voice came out in nervous stutters when you thanked him with the same warm smile that was starting to feel exactly like home.

And he told himself, your reaction was what he found so cute. Yeah you holding it and cuddling into it was cute, but he was focused on your happiness.

So he didn’t really understand the way his stomach flipped when you let him into your room only days after to watch some movies and he saw it sitting perfectly next to your pillow as if it was waiting to see him again.

He shook off the weird feeling quickly, telling himself that he was just happy that you enjoyed the gift so much. And for that night it worked, and you innocently watched movies without a problem.

It wasn’t until about a week later did he have to admit that there was something else going on.

Same setting as the movie night only a handful of days before. Warm and cuddled into your bed, the sound softly pumping from the speakers of your tv. The soft brown teddy bear placed in his designated spot next to your pillow.

The only difference was his tongue rolling slowly over your clit and the quiet moans that fell from your lips.

The atmosphere in your room is so much softer than he’s ever experienced when he’s done stuff like this. Your muscles are completely loose as you sink into your mattress, the pleased noises you let out and the way your fingers tangle in his hair are the only indications that you’re still awake, as when his mouth first touched you, your eyes were sliding shut.

Your legs lay loosely against his back as he works you with his hot tongue. There’s no sense of urgency or impatience, allowing him to get a full taste of the arousal that builds between your legs. His hands smooth gently across the warm skin of your stomach letting him feel the muscles underneath the skin tense every time he hits a spot you particularly enjoy.

The second noises started coming from your pretty lips, his eyes had been trained on you. Watching the way the muscles in your face twitch and your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks every time he sucks the flesh of you clit tightly between his lips.

“Fuck Tae, I’m gonna come,” you whisper a warning, your fingers tightening around his scalp. He happily hums against you making you jerk and groan. He’s so enthralled by the way you start to squirm in pleasure, he’s thrown completely off guard at the feeling that hits him when you do it.

The hand that isn’t caught tangled in his hair starts to move eratically. He’s seen it before when you two had messed around. The promise of an orgasm making you so delirious your fingers would desperately search for something to ground you, but seeing that you usually only mess around in his room, you tend to find solace in crumpled up sheets. But in your bed, your fingers instead lock around your beloved teddy bear, and you’re pulling it to rest against your shoulder as you start to come hard on his waiting tongue.

You don’t seem to notice the quiet gasp he lets out when he sees this, as you’re too caught up with the orgasm that rips at your core. Luckily, regardless of his shock, he’s still able to lav his tongue against you to make it last just moments longer.

He’s unfamiliar with the feeling that claws at his stomach as he watches you twitch and shake with the stuffed toy lovingly gripped in your fingers. Something about it is so sweet and endearing while simultaneously makes him feel like he’s losing his mind.

He’s so thrown off by it, he decides to not bring it up, and even when you’re desperately pleading for him to let you wrap your lips around him in return, he can only wrap you in his arms and your blanket and tell you that it’s too late and you need to go to sleep.

And for a while after that, he didn’t really have to think about it. His room is the usual setting for your sexual escapades, that one time in yours was just an act of taking advantage that your roommate was out visiting family. So realistically he should have just put it aside and forgot about it, but that would just be too easy.

He thinks about it often. The scenes of it flashing randomly through his mind while he works or plays games, and he even shamefully thought about it when he was alone and touching himself to the thought of you. But it was at its absolute worst when you were together. Every time he pushed a whine past your lips, or when you started to come around him, a little demon in his brain would say, ‘now imagine if there was that cute little bear you got, just in perfect arms reach to grab.’

He just didn’t get it! What was it about you holding it as you came that got in his head so much. The amount of time he spent staring blankly at the wall trying to pick apart this new kink of his was bordering embarrassing, but he decided it was a combination of things. First, he always liked stuffed animals, he had a few himself that he’d push to the floor when you came to stay. Second, he liked you, a lot (that being a very easy factor to discover), and he liked making you come just as much.

Another factor was he knew it had something to do with it being a gift he gave you and how you would even refer to it as his bear as if he still owned it in some way. But the last, and probably most prominent factor, was that it was just cute enough to be corruptible. He knew that something about him making you feel so good and come so hard, that your mind would go blank, so blank that the first thing you’re subconscious mind would turn to is the soft and warm comfort item that he bought you, made him feel unhinged.

And he wanted to do it again.

——

First, he wanted to test if it was just that bear, or if it could be any stuffed toy he had a connection to.

You were coming over again and he was dead set on fucking you. This was this least uncommon thing in the world, but this time he just forgot to move one stuffed animal off his bed before he had sat down in only a pair of loose sweatpants to play games.

The large baby pink rabbit laid in the center of his bed when you walked in, seemingly keeping it warm as he sat at his desk playing games. You had seen it before so it hadn’t shocked you, but it was odd that he hadn’t moved it to sit on the floor at the end of his bed like usual.

But you weren’t one to complain, about the toy at least, so you just flopped as loudly onto his bed as possible and began calling his name and jokingly begging for attention like you’d do any other time.

He felt like an evil genius as he turned his chair slowly to face you, a deceivingly sweet smile pulling on his lips when he saw you had already claimed the soft rabbit without thought, the toy that had been seeped in his scent now tucked into your chest as you all but spoon it with your nose pressed against its ear. And his heart beat only ran faster when, as he stood to walk over to where you lay, he saw the way you subconsciously hug it tighter as if you feared he’d take it from you.

“You like the new friend you found?” He asks it in a taunting tone.

“Well yeah,” you keep your hold on the toy as you turn to lay on your back, your legs falling open as he stands between them, “you always put it away from me, so I have to take as much time with it as I can get.”

“Well then I won’t put it away this time baby since you like it so much,” he finishes his words with a huff, his eyes trailing across the scene below him. The way you’re laid out, soft and comfortable against his bedding while holding the toy, you’re so pretty and sweet smiling up at him, it’s enough to push him to put his plan into action.

“You don’t plan on letting it go at any point tonight?” he asks with a slight teasing tone, but the expression he wears tells you he still expects an answer. You shake your head softly in response, tightening your arms around it and your legs around his hips to prove it even more, “well if that’s the case…”

His fingers wrap around the bend of your knees, pulling them up higher on his hips and tugging you down the bed enough that your crotch brushes against his. He only grins and runs his cold fingers up your thighs when you grumble in response.

“do you think you can still hold on to it while I fuck you?” he asks so casually, a tilt to his head being the only indication of his mischievous mind set, that it throws you off for a moment.

“While you what?” you finally find the push to respond, your brain taking a moment to piece your thoughts together.

“While I fuck you,” he enunciates clearly, his eyes boring into yours as he reaches for the band of your pajama shorts.

He leaves you stuttering and shocked as his cold fingers dip below the fabric of your underwear, and as you lie there still trying to process his words, he tugs your shorts and underwear down and throws them behind his shoulder.

“What do you say baby?” he doesn’t give you time to respond before he’s bending forward, his head tilting as if he is scolding you as he pushes a slender finger into where your arousal begins to build, “you’d like to hold onto your cute little friend while I ruin you wouldn’t you.”

“Fuck Tae please,” you finally gasp out, your hips tilting towards him and your nails sinking into the soft fur of the rabbit.

“So cute,” he coos at you as he slowly works you with one finger, brushing his chapped lips and nose over the skin of your face as he waits for you to get wet enough for a second.

When he finally does, you’re panting. Your breath warm and gasping as his middle and ring fingers pump into you faster than you had mentally prepared for.

The heel of his palm digs into your clit while his greedy mouth devours the skin of your neck, and the pleasure that shoots throughout your nerves leaves you whining and squirming beneath him.

You don’t need to answer his original question. With the way he works you now, you can’t imagine letting the grip you have on his stuffed animal go even if you wanted. The soft fur being the only thing grounding you as you fall apart around his fingers.

He’s brought back to the first moment in your room when he hears the whining pitch that you fall into with your moans. The flush of warmth that runs over him from noises you make makes his whole body tense and causes a chain reaction when his fingers curl inside you, making you yelp in shock.

The growl he lets out when your free hand grabs his bicep and your nails dig into his skin is involuntary, but the harsh bite he sinks into your neck is retaliation.

You sound like you're bordering on hyperventilating when he sucks the skin between his teeth into his mouth to form a bruise, and with only a few more rolls of his palm, you feel pleasure shoot up your spine as you start to come.

Your eyes are watering as you wrap yourself around him, the toy squishing between your shoulders as you cling to him and whine. His fingers don’t slow down in the slightest as he works you through the orgasm, the way you tremble and curl around him with the toy still in your hold has his mind reeling and he can’t push himself to calm down.

Your mind is still fuzzy when he finally pulls away, and with the quickness of his motions, you don’t even connect that his fingers aren’t still pressed into you.

His still wet fingers curl around the bend of your knee, and he's pushing your knee towards your chest before you can even collect your scattered mind, and it's not until he’s sinking into you inch by inch do you come back to reality with a gasp.

“Look at my sweet baby,” he taunts as he shallowly rocks into you. His free hand trails up your side, taking a moment to tug at the rabbit and smile at the way you defensively hold it tighter, before wrapping his fingers gently around your neck, “you’re just so sensitive that you need your little friend huh?”

“Pleeeease,” your voice shakes as you let out the only word your shivering body allows.

He stands straight now as he harshly knocks into you, leaving your free hand to grasp frantically his crumpled sheets as your pushed higher on the bed.

He’s had you beneath him more times than he could count, every time he remembers as being more amazing than he could imagine, but something about this is different.

Your chest radiates warmth as you pant and moan, the muscles in your legs twitching harshly as you try to keep up with the pleasure you feel. Your eyes flutter as you try to watch him, your body rocks subconsciously as you try to match his motions, and you clench tightly around him making him spill just as many noises as you.

Though, of everything you do, the one thing he can’t pull his eyes away from, is the way you still cling onto his toy.

He had convinced himself that, even if you agreed to it, that the stuffed toy would be long forgotten once things got started, but the way you lay in front of him now, tells him you have no intention of letting go.

He can almost feel his heart beat in his throat as he watches you. The way you curl and arch against his bed, how cute you look in your old tshirt with the rabbit’s head pushing gently against your temple, makes him feel like he’s been handed heaven on a silver platter.

He can't imagine anything more beautiful than the scene in front of him, until he sees your hand wandering again.

Instead of reaching for his shoulder or his hands like usual, your fingers trail down your own skin. The way your face twists in pleasure tells him your hand moves with almost no thought, and before he can move to grab it, your rolling your clit softly beneath the pads of middle and ring fingers.

“You wanna come again that bad?” he doesn’t mean to sound mean when he asks, but there’s a mischievous energy in his chest he’s never really felt before this moment. He can’t help the pridefulness and glee he feels at you being so willing to indulge in his off requests, and he admits right then that this is something he’ll never let go. That night so long ago wasn’t a fluke at all, but rather you whining and moaning as you fall apart around him was just as beautiful and raunchy as he had hoped.

“Pretty little thing, you’ve always been insatiable,” he would have almost felt like a school bully with the way he spoke to you, but the shivering and puppy eyes he gets from you in response only encourages him.

“Please Taeyong, please please make me come,” you pout and plead up at him, the feeling you crave only a few pushes away as your stomach flutters and flexes in anticipation and pleasure, “want you to come in me so bad.”

He feels something inside him snap at the words that push past your lips, and the hand around your neck and his thrusts only become rougher. A yelping gasp that comes from you is the only thing he needs to know he’s done exactly what you wanted.

With a few more rolls of your cramping fingers, you're coming hard around him. Your second orgasm hits you harder than the first, the way he continues to stretch you pushing you through every second, and all you can do is squeeze the toy rabbit as your back arches sharply off the bed.

He loses the grip on your knee as your legs wrap around him, and the way you force him against you and the way you feel wrapped around him sets his own orgasm off. The pleasure making his chest press against your as you two rock against one another mindlessly.

His voice is raspy and dark as he lets out his own moans into your ear, and the noises only make you grasp for him to pull him closer. Your fingers curl into his hair as you return to a position similar to the one you only had momentarily after your first orgasm, but this time your clinging pushes him to the side and his moans slip into endeared chuckles, grunts, and groans.

You make no move to let him slip from you as he softens inside you, but instead you wiggle until your face is pressed into the dip of his neck and the rabbit is pressed against his side as you hold them both. You’re still racked with aftershocks, and the only thing you two can do is twitch against each other as every motion pushes him against the nerves inside you, making overstimulation bite at both of your bellies.

After what feels like an eternity of laying there, the only sounds surrounding you is your own panting and the quiet sound of the pause screen music coming from his game. But with a quiet huff and his fingers pushing under your shirt to run over your spine, he finally speaks again.

“Sorry… if that was ...weird,” he sounds unsure of his wording, sucking air through his teeth as he rolls his thoughts around his mind, but you only cuddle further into him in response, “I get it if that’s not something you’d ever want to do again.”

“Hm?” you let the noise slip out in confusion as it takes the words and your previous actions connect, “oh the stuffed animal?”

“Yeah that was… I could have asked before instead of springing it on you like that, that was kind of weird,” you can hear him grit his teeth in hesitation, “and I know you’re into the dirty talk thing but I was a little harsh. It was all just weird I’m sorry.”

“Taeyong,” you push up with your elbow on the bed to move just far enough away to look into his eye, “I mean if you’d be more comfortable bringing it up beforehand when you want to try something then of course, but no what just happened was really hot.”

“Are you serious?”

You have to jerk back slightly with a laugh when he springs up slightly with his own words, but the way you grin at him calms him almost instantly.

“Yeah I mean, the way you acted and everything, and I’m absolutely not against getting to hold onto something while you fuck me, I liked it,” you let out a dramatically airy sigh as you lay against him again, a question popping into your mind once you’re settled.

“Where did this idea even come from, I’m usually never anywhere near your stuffed animals when I come over?”

“Oh, um I doubt you remember but one day when I was at your place, you grabbed that little bear I got you when you were coming and I just never could stop thinking about it,” he admits trailing off towards the end, almost shameful.

“My bear!” you’re sitting up again, a scandalized look on your face as you swat at his chest, “that’s my most prized possession you pervert!”

“Hey! You’re the one that grabbed it while coming, pervert!”

[not-the-tie-youre-looking-for]

Something that's been bugging me for years since the Legends finale. If Zhan had been the writer for Rebels, do you think he would have had Thrawn bomb Lothal to bring Ezra out? On the one hand, from Legends Thrawn's portrayal I imagine he would without a second of hesitation. On the other, Canon Thrawn has been much more... restrained? And on a third point, there's the fact that Legends and Canon Thrawn seem like they really could be the same person just at different points of time. cnt in next

...I'm just curious if anyone else was curious if Zhan agreed with that direction taken. Which, on that note, did Zhan ever say anything about his thoughts on how Rebels handled Thrawn? Both from a writing standpoint as well as an acting and musical one (Thrawn's various leitmotifs)?

Oh man. Ohhhhhhhh maaaaan. My friend, you have asked exactly the right person this question, because not only have I wanted to talk about this multiple times before, but I also have ~receipts~. 👀

⚠️Spoiler warnings for Star Wars: Rebels, The Mandalorian, the canon Star Wars novels Thrawn, Thrawn: Alliances, Thrawn: Treason, Thrawn Ascendency: Chaos Rising, and Thrawn Ascendency: Greater Good, and the legends Star Wars novels Heir to the Empire, Dark Force Rising, The Last Command, and Outbound Flight.⚠️

Oh man. Where to begin.

Lets start with who Thrawn is, because depending on who you ask, you're gonna get different answers—whether you're strictly a Legends fan, Dave Filoni, a guy who's only seen Thrawn in Star Wars: Rebels, Timothy Zahn, or just a writer/artist fan like me.

To Timothy Zahn, the man behind our favorite chiss, Thrawn is a character that is constant in both attitude and personality throughout all of his content. In multiple interviews, ranging from Thrawn's debut in Rebels to the latest about the writing of the Ascendancy Trilogy, Zahn states that Thrawn in canon and Thrawn in Legends are indistinguishable.

And so I present the receipts:

In a 2017 interview with The Verge on writing the first canon Thrawn book Thrawn, Zahn is asked the following question and responds as such:

How do you navigate bringing back a character who already has an extensive backstory and audience expectations, with telling a new story that fits in the new continuity?

Actually, I didn’t find that to be a problem. I’d never written Thrawn in this part of the Star Wars timeline, so it was simply a matter of bringing him into the Empire and chronicling his rise through the ranks. It’s still the same character as in the 1990s books, just a decade or two younger and in a very different military and political environment.

In another interview with The Verge in 2018 (a few months after the finale of Rebels aired) about writing Thrawn: Alliances, he repeats this sentiment twice:

Thrawn feels like if it had been written before the canonization purge a couple of years ago, or if you squinted a bit, it would serve as a perfect setup for Heir to the Empire.

Oh, I don’t think you need to squint at all. I wrote him in these two books to fit in with everything else I’d done. So if someone at Lucasfilm snapped their fingers, and suddenly all of my other books were canon, and there would be no real retrofitting that would have to go in. It would all fit together.

Thrawn: Alliances feels more at home in the new canon, especially because Thrawn has been fleshed out a bit more in Rebels. Was there any adjustments for that?

Not really. I’m getting to play with more canon characters like Vader and Padmé and Anakin, but the character himself, I still see him as the same person. He’s got goals, and he won’t necessarily share them with you, but he as long as you’re going the same direction, he’s happy to cooperate and assist along the way.

...and this is referenced again in a 2020 interview with Polygon about writing Thrawn Ascendancy: Chaos Rising:

Along with Thrawn’s appearance in Rebels, Zahn would pen a new novel, Thrawn, that chronicled the character’s early days as an Imperial officer. Zahn didn’t have to change anything with the character, telling me in 2017 that “he’s like an old friend who I understand completely.” While Heir to the Empire was no longer canon, a reader could easily read Thrawn as a precursor to that classic novel. Thrawn went on to become a major presence in Rebels, and Zahn continued to explore his origins in Thrawn: Alliances and Thrawn: Treason.

The next day, an interview with IGN was published on the same subject:

Thrawn is an especially unique case because Zahn has been able to effectively continue the work he started way back in 1991 with Heir to the Empire. That novel may not be a part of official Star Wars lore any longer, but as Zahn explained, Thrawn himself is basically the same character regardless of continuity.

[....] The closest comparison between Chaos Rising and Zahn's earlier EU work is probably 2006's Outbound Flight, which is set during the Clone Wars and details the first encounter between Thrawn and the Galactic Republic (while also retroactively laying the groundwork for elements of Heir to the Empire). That novel is no longer canon, but Zahn told us he prefers to operate as if it were. He's making a concerted effort not to retread the same ground as Outbound Flight and to avoid contradicting the events of that novel as much as possible.

So yeah. In Zahn's opinion, Legends Thrawn is Canon Thrawn is Book Thrawn, and there is no difference whatsoever between Thrawns in, say, Outbound Flight, Heir to The Empire, Alliances, and Chaos Rising. I wholeheartedly disagree, but lets move on.

Now that the books are out of the way, its time for Rebels.

In July of 2016, after the trailer announcing Thrawn's canon debut aired, Dave Filoni had the following to say about Thrawn's character in regards to Timothy Zahn:

“I was pretty adamant with a couple of people saying, ‘Listen, we need to have Tim sign off on this. This is kind of a waste of time [otherwise],'” says Filoni. “We, of course, can do what we want with a character that Lucasfilm owns, but without Tim’s okay, what does it mean? That’s not going to be good. Once we had some stuff, we wanted to do what we thought was right and make the character. Then we brought him in. We had the production fully prepared. I said, ‘Look, if there’s something that Tim says that I think is really valuable, even if it changes something dynamically, we need to be ready for that and see what we can do.’ I wanted to make sure we did this right by everybody. We brought him in and we didn’t really tell him why. We just flew him up to Lucasfilm and sat him down in a theater and said, ‘Hey, we’re bringing Thrawn into the show.’ He was like, ‘Wow.’ and I said, ‘Yeah, wow. And I’m going to show him to you right now and you let me know what you think.'”

(Before we continue, keep that first highlighted sentence in mind for future reference. I'm going to come back to that later.)

Fortunately, Timothy Zahn was delighted at the show’s approach to the Empire’s imposing blue-skinned Chiss.

“We showed him some of the scenes with him,” Dave Filoni recalls. “He looked like a kid in a candy store. I think it meant a lot to him not just because it was his character, but because you have to imagine what he went through when it was announced that everything is Legends now, not Expanded Universe. I get that and I’ve always appreciated the work that goes into the Expanded Universe… For Tim, I think it was us saying, ‘No, no, no. We really like your character. We want him to be part of the real thing. The canon universe.'”

So in 2016, before we even saw Thrawn in action beyond a trailer, we were told that Zahn gave the OK, and he was chill with the way Thrawn was created in the show. In 2017, he gave a little more of the background of this process in an interview with FANgirl Blog:

The events of Thrawn dovetail closely with Rebels and shed light on some of Thrawn’s more seemingly surprising actions on the show, like when he appears to lose his temper and yell at Lieutenant Lyste. What was it like to see Thrawn come alive onscreen? Is he how you’ve pictured him in your head?

I don’t see my characters in terms of voice or appearance, but rather as personality or attitude. That said, I very much enjoyed the way the Rebels team brought him to life, in his appearance, voice, and actions.

I also appreciated the freedom I had to tweak certain incidents, such as the one you mentioned, and give additional or alternate explanations for the viewers who may have thought those were somewhat out of character for him.

He doesn't really elaborate on this, but we can assume he had SOME creative input on Thrawn's character, and he was overall pretty happy with the choices made in the show.

But then, we have this from that earlier 2017 the Verge article:

When did you learn that Dave Filoni was intending to bring Thrawn to Rebels, and did you have any input into how the character would be handled?

[...] I didn’t have any real input into how Thrawn was going to be handled, mainly because the lead time of an animated series is so long that much of season 3 had already been finished. But I trusted Dave and the team to do the character right. After all, why bring him into Rebels if you were going to drastically change him? Having seen the entire season now, I think we can agree that my trust was completely justified.

So... he didn't have "any real input," but was satisfied with it in the end? I guess? I don't know. We're getting into some contradictions now.

The last thing I've got in regards to Rebels is an interview Zahn did with the YouTube channel Star Wars Explained after the finale aired, where he responds to the following:

“So, maybe let's jump over to Rebels for a little bit. Now that it has wrapped up, how do you feel Thrawn was represented in Star Wars: Rebels?”

“They did a really good job—they not only understood the character and how to write for him, but they also understood the meta around how you defeat him. The only way to defeat Thrawn is to throw something at him he can't control, or can't anticipate. Given perfect knowledge and control, Thrawn will always find a way to win. But they understood, this is how you defeat him, these are the things we can use against him... so his portrayal in general, is very good; he's smart, he's anticipating, he's a step ahead of everybody, he's looking at clues and picking up on them, so I was very pleased with how the Rebels team handled the character."

I think these quotes answer many of your questions, so to answer your initial question: If Zhan had been the writer for Rebels, do I think he would have had Thrawn bomb Lothal to bring Ezra out?

Yes—but ONLY because at that point, the only established™️ Thrawn content was found in Legends, where Thrawn was a ruthless and calculating warlord.

However!

I do believe that if given the chance to re-write the Star Wars: Rebels finale using his now-canon novels as a solid background TODAY, Zahn would choose to not let Thrawn bombard Lothal's Capital City.

I believe this because he made one single very interesting creative choice when writing Thrawn that completely overwrote Thrawn's pre-established Rebels character: Thrawn was not responsible for the civilian deaths on Batonn—Pryce was.

And that's that on that.

A few months ago I would have ended it there, but today, Thrawn's story is no longer just contained in the novels and Rebels, but also in that of The Mandalorian.

This is where I will proudly say I have no idea what the fuck is going on. Before The Jedi aired, I was 100% sure that the next time we saw Thrawn, it would be nowhere NEAR the Empire, because Zahn was pretty adamant in the novels that Thrawn was only in the Empire to help. His. People.

So now he's apparently doing fuck-knows-what in fuck-knows-where and is STILL associated with the Seventh Fleet and Imperial Warlords???

Huh??? Despite the fact that he held no true loyalty to the Empire or to the Emperor??? It's been months and I'm still confused as fuck. Add to the fact that Zahn also doesn't know what the fuck is going on to the equation and we get a big fat question mark with one pretty clear answer that Filoni said himself that we have to keep in mind:

"We, of course, can do what we want with a character that Lucasfilm owns."

So I don't think Zahn has much control over Thrawn as we would all like to think. We can hope he gives us the crazy Thrawn and Ezra Space Adventure™️ novel all we want, but ultimately, Thrawn's fate does not rest in his hands.

If you guys have more to add please let me know!!! This is, obviously, a topic I am very passionate about, so I'd love to hear your thoughts!

[fawnandshadows]

No cuz you’re officially my favorite blog on here, I CANNOT take the cuteness that was your writing on Elriel with the garden hat. Like your writing 💳 💥💳💥💳💳💳💥💥💳💥💥💳💥 (I hope you’ll get my random reference😭) I want someone to turn your writing into a movie so badly, like I can literally see the scenes in my head🥺🥰

I love how they would make it a routine for Az to fix the knot and how Azriel’s Palms would be sweaty and his throat dry because that’s how much he’s affected by her I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP.

And now…what about…Elain teaching Azriel how to plant a flower cuz he asked her to. He didn’t really care about it but he saw how her eyes lit up at the request and he was a goner. He’d have his hands shoved down in the earth and aggressively planting the seeds like the impatient male he is and Elain would get sad and squirm uncomfortably so she’d guide him. She’d make room in front of him, and knee in front of him, the space big enough for her and she’d demonstrate how to do it and urge him to follow her hands. He didn’t know if she meant it literally or not so he’d put his own hands on Hers and follow her motions. His big hands engulfing hers and gently pressing down and swirling would make Elain’s brow sweat even further and her breathing to quicken.

I’m sorry for the long ass text…I needed to vent my Elriel obsession 🧍🏻‍♀️

HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY 🥰 - 👒 (garden anon, yes I love the hat)

Hi Garden 👒 Anon!!!!

Thank you so much for the kind words!!!! Hahaha and I do get the reference, THANK YOU 🤣. It's lovely to hear that you can visualize my writing so well, it means a lot that like my writing 🥺

I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP TOO!! Azriel definitely has a physical reaction every time he is close to Elain, and the way his fingers accidentally brush over her skin absolutely kills him because he wants to touch her so much and this is the only way he can. And every time he does it — because it's basically second nature for him to untie her ribbon and take off her hat — and the more he does this, the more comfortable he becomes and the more he lets himself enjoy it, and the bolder he lets his movements become. He lets himself trail his fingers along her jaw, and occasionally brush along her neck, and Elain arches her neck to give him better access. And occasionally her tongue brushes along her lips and catches Azriel's attention.

ELAIN MOST DEFINITELY TEACHES AZ HOW TO PLANT FLOWERS.

Elain was so nervous to ask because no one ever really takers her gardening seriously. Like Feyre is happy that Elain has something to spend her time on, and they can all appreciate the beauty of her flowers, but they never know how much work and effort goes into it. So, it took her a while to work up the courage to ask Azriel if he wanted to try it, and she fully anticipated him to make an excuse and say no, but he didn't.

She started by just giving him verbal instructions, but that didn't really work. So, she hesitantly places her hands over his — she can tell he was out of his element and didn't really know how to handle something so fragile — *and she's amazed at how perfect his hands feel under hers. Elain gently moves his fingers for him, shows him the right amount of pressure to use, and they carefully place the plants into the ground. Elain takes Azriel's hands — she realizes she could just show him how to do it, but she wants this touch to last for as long as possible — and they start to pat the dirt into ground, and Elain is talking the entire time. Just constant information on everything she knows about this particular plant because she's just so happy to finally have someone to share it with.

Azriel keeps looking between their hands (because he really can't believe that her hands are on top of his, the warmth of her palms are incredibly distracting) and her expression because she looks so happy. He never see's her talk this much, but her excitement is practically making her glow and her eyes are lit up and lively and he loves seeing her like that.

And then once they have planted one flower, there's an awkward pause and Elain immediately suggests planting another — Azriel instantly agrees. This time however, Azriel suggests that she does it and he follows along, and Elain is slightly confused at this (thinking that he wasn't interested anymore) and she frowns a bit. There's a small furrow between her brows.

But then.

Azriel wraps an arm around her.

She can feel all of him — how large he is, how strong he is, and all of the heat and warmth that's radiating off of him. There is the thinest amount of space between their bodies, and his hands are so hot on hers that Elain can barely breathe, and her constant rambles started to turn into little stutters. and Azriel has such a little smirk on his face, knowing he's affecting her like this — and then Elain looks up at him over her shoulder and his heart completely bottoms out.

Her eyes are so wide that it's just a punch in the gut, and Azriel is horrified that he over stepped his bounds, and he's getting ready to pull back but then Elain leans into him and smiles to let him know its ok.

Elriel in the garden is so cute, thank you for bringing it up. 🥺🥺🥺

👒

*sorry for the tense change, I'm tired 🥺

[wisteria-imagines]

Wisteria Imagines - Kyoujuro × Innkeeper's daughter Reader (F) 

This was requested by @anonymous1710-blog who wanted to see some Tsundere Reader x Smitten Kyoujuro, I hope you enjoy!

 +++ Fire Pot-Sama +++

You weren’t the most respectful person in the universe, that wasn’t a secret to anyone. Your mother often chastised you for being a mouthy little thing, which - when being the daughter of an innkeeper - wasn’t the best trait to have. You tried keeping a lid on things when there were guests around, but some people brought out the worst in you. 

Case and point, the new residents your mother just checked in. They were demon slayers, which you honestly didn’t think was a real job, though your mother was quick to disagree. One of them in particular was kind of annoying. He was a tall man with the eyes of an owl and bright coloured hair, he immediately caught your attention the moment he entered the room. 

He seemed like an airhead, overly loud and positive. You doubt he could slay anything, he seemed too friendly for something like that. Your mother seemed to worship the ground he walked on, apparently he was a special demon slayer, but you didn’t buy it. You tried remaining civil, but your mother’s insistence on his greatness was starting to piss you off a little. 

One time though, when you were cleaning the empty rooms you stumbled upon one where the demon slayer was training in. He was shirtless, sweat making his body glisten, and boy, what a body that was. He was well built, muscles thick and toned, as though sculpted as opposed to earned. He was clearly skilled, and the way the light through the window hit his frame, he was truly breathtaking. Your mouth hung slightly, until his eyes fell upon you. 

You suddenly realise you were totally checking him out.

“Ah, (Y/n)-san! Can I help you with anything?” he practically bellowed. You also realise you didn’t know his name. He had that weird official title your mother called him, it started with a ‘h’ or something didn’t it? You curtly bowed your head.

“Uh… Sorry to intrude… H-Hibachi-sama!” 

For the first few seconds he was quiet. Nervous, you looked up and his cheeks were puffed with air. Finally he let out a great, deep laugh that echoed through the room. That was when you realised your blunder. A hibachi was used to store and heat food, it was not the official title of this demon slayer. 

“N-Not hibachi, hishi… Uh, hashi… Umm!”

“Kyoujuro.” He interrupted you.

“Huh?”

“My name is Rengoku Kyoujuro. I am the flame Hashira.” Hashira, was the word you were looking for. “But you can call me Hibachi-sama.” He teased. 

Your face was red with embarrassment. You hated this guy, and stupidly good looking body. 

You believed this was the last you’d hear of this man, however, for the next few days of his stay, he followed you like a lost puppy - or more accurately, an overly friendly puppy. 

“(Y/n)-san! How are you? Do you need a hand? What are you doing today? The weather is quite nice for a stroll, don’t you think?” 

He was becoming a nuisance. You didn’t know exactly what he wanted. He was being just a little “too” nice and helpful, he surely had ulterior motives. You played at his game, deciding to see where it would go.

“What do you want, Hibachi-sama? You’re kinda getting in the way of my work you know. There are other guests that need to be taken care of you know.” You'd taunt at him, though there was never any heat behind your words.

But regardless of your little jabs Kyoujuro doesn't falter the slightest bit. In fact he persists, and you slowly grow accustomed to his presence. 

One time you'll be in the kitchen unable to reach something high in a cabinet, and he'll saunter in asking if you needed a hand. 

"I don't know how well those eyes of yours work but that's too high for even you to reach." you say rolling your eyes.

He makes a thoughtful expression before getting behind you and hoisting you up by the hips as though you weighed nothing.

"There you go! Problem solved!" 

You spent a good ten seconds being startled, before reaching whatever it was you needed to grab. He placed you down gently, and you huffed, ignoring the blush on your cheeks.

"What is your game?!"

"Huh?"

"This goody, goody routine you're spinning. I don't buy it for one second, so what is it you want from me?"

You turn to face him only to realise he was still very close to you, you could feel the heat radiating from his body. Again you were met with another thoughtful expression before he smiles, leaning in slightly.

"I want to spend time with you, though kissing you would be better." He said shamelessly. 

Your brain short circuited. 

You would blush and stammer before turning your head away with a huff.

"Stupid, Hibachi-sama! You think just cause you're cute you'll get a kiss off me? Dream on." 

"So you think I'm cute then?" He beamed.

You scoffed as you moved away from not daring to look back, because you knew if you looked at him for any long you wouldn't be able to stop.

"You're not ugly, Hibachi-sama." You said finally.

He blushed, beaming at you. It felt like sunshine was bathing your back.

"I like you too (Y/n)!"

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[moralesispunk]

Content

Frankie Morales x Female Reader (no name, use of Y/N or physical description) Summary: On Will’s wedding day, Frankie reflects on his perfect, little family with you.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: I am back from my holiday! I will be back to posting more regularly now and have started on my fisherman! Frankie fic which will begin soon while also working on the next caramel latte chapter!

Man, stop fixing your tie, it's fine!

Has anyone seen my cufflinks?

Do you have the rings?

I thought you had them?

What? I told you to lift them!

Wait... yeah they're in my pocket.

There was an organised chaos humming around the large hotel room that was suddenly feeling a lot smaller with the four men ransaking around as they prepared for the day ahead. Black tux jackets being swapped from man to man, hands reaching to straighten ties and bow-ties, the occasional hand running down a face when someone shouts out the time.

To be completely honest, none of them, least of all Will, thought this day would arrive. That somehow after all the shit that went down in South America he would end up in the same supermarket as his ex-fiance who caught him standing in front of the cereal aisle for five minutes, his head the noisiest yet quietest it had ever been. She took him to a coffee shop and listened as he told her everything that had gone wrong before giving him her number should he need to talk again. After seeing her it was the kick he needed to go to therapy and reevaluate his life, eventually finding the confidence to pick up the phone and ask her on a date.

Now, just over a year later, he was standing in a hotel room with his brothers in arms and  preparing to wait at the end of the aisle for the love of his life. He was surprisingly panicked, something the rest of the guys had never seen before even on the toughest missions. Pope was trying to lighten the mood as he poured some of those tiny bottles of whiskey and tequila into glasses before passing them out while Benny had lost and found the rings three times now. But Frankie?

Frankie was watching silently from the corner, texting you to check that you and the kids were ready and on your way. After the text had been delivered he placed his phone inside his tux pocket, sighing when his eyes locked on his panicked friend. He pushed off from the wall and walked over to Will, placing steady hands on his friend’s shaking shoulders.

“I’m going to tell you what you told me the morning of my wedding,” Frankie’s unwavering voice suddenly quietened the room, “do you deserve that woman who will be walking down the aisle to you in less than an hour? Probably not. But does she love you more than anyone else in the world despite all the fucked up shit you’ve seen and done? Hell yeah. And do you love her?”

“More than anything,” Will sighed.

“Yeah you do,” Frankie took his hands from his friend’s shoulders and patted him on the back, “so let’s finish getting ready and then you can go make her your wife so you can be the best goddamn husband.”

The now calm room was a lot easier to get ready in, all four men looking in the mirror for one last check before heading to the door. As they walked to the elevator Frankie’s phone pinged and he took it out of the pocket to silence it before checking the text.

Just at the church now. Sofia was finally convinced to swap the Cinderella dress for the flower girl one and baby girl is still asleep, let’s hope it stays that way for the ceremony.

Frankie smiled down at his phone, leaning forward to press the elevator button for the ground floor before texting back.

My Mom will pick them up later and then we can enjoy the free bar:)

The text bubbles were already popping up and he waited for your response.

Are you trying to get me drunk Mr Morales?

Well, while I’m sure you look beautiful in that dress I will tell you I can’t wait to get it off you tonight ;)

Frankie! I’m in a church!

Frankie chuckled as the elevator bell rang again and it opened to the hotel lobby, now a lot quieter than it had been with all the guests already at the church that was attached to the side of the hotel.

Just heading over now, baby. See you soon.

It was barely a two minute walk to the church, quiet as the other three men let their friend sort his head up before the most important day of his life. The peace was disrupted with the church doors opening, the chatter halting for a moment as the heads turned and landed on Will and they followed him down the aisle. 

Frankie’s eyes immediately landed on you, one of your hands balancing your eldest daughter who was bouncing on the pew seat while the other held your youngest to your chest. He paused as he reached your row, leaning across and giving a kiss to Sofia’s cheek and the top of baby girl’s head before finding your lips.

“You look... beautiful,” he whispered.

“And you look very handsome,” you whispered back as he stood up.

Frankie winked at you before following his brothers to the front of the church. It was a quick blur as they settled and the music began, notifying everyone of the bride’s soon to be arrival. At some point not long after the ceremony began, Frankie’s mind wandered back to his own wedding day four years ago.

He remembered how sick with nerves he felt the morning of until you started your walk down the aisle to him. You looked beautiful as you do everyday but now, with the air an official of commitment between you both, his heart faltered. He remembers every single word shared between you both, how you wiped his tears away with your thumb as he stuttered through his vows, how wide you smiled when you were pronounced husband and wife before biting your lip and leaning forward for your first kiss as a married couple.

His eyes moved up to find you again. You were whispering something in Sofia’s ear, your arm around her shoulder and keeping her close against your side with the baby tight against your chest and your arm slightly rocking to keep her asleep. 

It was at this moment that a wave of contentness washed over him; looking at his perfect, little family that had brought him back from the darkest point in his life. His wife still looked at him with the same love and adoration as she did on their own wedding day. His eldest daughter looked at him like he could slay every monster and dragon like the ones in her storybooks, and he would if it meant she would be safe. His youngest always settled quickly in his arms, like those same hands hadn’t killed and hurt before.

Your eyes flicked up to meet his, a small smile finding your lips. You mouthed those three words that you say to each other every day, which he returned knowing no one in the church was focused on him.

He had never felt the calmness that he was feeling in this moment before. For the first time he felt that somehow he maybe deserved the life that he had because no matter what he had done, in the army or on the grey legal area missions him and the guys had done since retirement, he loved the three of you more than anyone else would and he could protect you better than anyone else could. 

Now, with his three beautiful girls happy and healthy and safe, he knew what real contentness felt like.

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[levisgirll]

Oh can I request a scenario? I've read that some people headcanon Levi as person who isn't really into marriage. And that got me thinking about this. A scenario in where Levi and his s/o mutually break things off because she always wanted to be a wife and have a lovely wedding and to have her husband's last name and he didn't want any of that causing her to think there was no future with him . So they become distant friends and she does get married years later and he is invited. And it's bittersweet since he feels like he might have missed out on a future with her but seeing her so happy he's content with her living her dreams even if it wasn't with him.

I'm here for some bittersweet love ❣️

𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

➧text: hello there!! oh my god this is such a unique request I got and I love your ideas in this request?! aHH WELL HERE WE GO! but oml- we do need some drama/angst and some bittersweet love with Levi and Y/N so I will happily write this request out for you (was lowkey wanting to do one) so I hope you enjoy this request and I hope its not that bad!! 😭 but once again, thank you so much for sending me your request and for supporting my blog 🥺❤️❤️ I am so sorry this took a while as I got this request while I was starting my new job and it was hard to balance out my personal life and work life! but I am kind of getting the hang of it so feel free to send another request, I really do love your ideas! <3

synopsis: after a long time being in a relationship together, with Levi. Things start to slowly drift apart and shatter. Levi although, tries to keep it stable, but it has eventually been called and broken off by Y/N, as you were not able to handle the situation anymore, thinking there would be no future with Levi had made you upset and making you want to get out of the relationship. Y/N ends up finding the one, and marrying them. How does Levi react and feel? His one and only love taken away by a stranger leaves him devastated. What does Levi do? What does Levi say to Y/N.

angst, sad/happy love, modern au world, headcanon fanfic ♡ —

After the war, and everything they have been throughout the years, Y/N and Levi decided to move and live together outside Paradis and start a new life there.

It has been a year, and Levi and Y/N have been dating for rather a pretty long time. Things have been pretty good in their relationship, both were happy and living their lives.

Y/N has been thinking a lot lately about marriage though, and especially with her one and only, Levi. Y/N would get lost in her thoughts of how they would officially live together as a married couple, how she would finally be Levi’s wife instead of his girlfriend. She would also wonder and think how lovely and special their wedding would be, how Levi would propose to his girl, and for Y/N at long last have her husband’s last name, being called Mrs. Ackerman would get her all blushed up.

Levi noticed for a while how his girlfriend would zone out, thinking about something and he would wonder what it is that is making his girlfriend so happy and squeal. Y/N was on the coach, while hugging around the coach pillow so tightly and then giggle.

“What’s making you smile like a cute idiot?” He said with a small smile and ruffed his girlfriends hair as he sat beside her on the coach and Levi put his arm around her waist, bringing his lovely girlfriend closer to him.

Levi would not complain though, seeing his girlfriend in this mood, made him think of nothing else but her, and it made him so happy too. He just wanted to cuddle her up and smooch her whole face up as she laughs.

Y/N then wondered and though, ‘Maybe, maybe it’s the time now!’ Y/N then thought of brining and slipping in the topic of marriage into their conversation. 

She said turning her face around to face Levi’s handsome looking face and she said in a cheerful tone, “Welll, I was thinking about the future lately.” Levi then frowned, indicating with his expression that he was confused as to what his girlfriend meant by future.

“What do you mean love?” Levi was direct and straight-forward, he wanted to know what his lover meant by what she said. Was she going to leave him? Did she had other plans for the future? He was starting to overthink.

“Y-You know!” Y/N said all blushed up, and as she was about to get up, he held on her wrist. “Nope, you are not going till you tell me love.” Levi was determined to know, and that lead to Y/N sighing and finally speaking her thoughts. She started to then throw him a marriage hint at him.

“I just, want us to be more serious about our relationship.”

“And, that is?”

“Like...I was thinking, of how great of a family we would make. Along with one day if I will take your last name!” Y/N said all in a cheerful and shy tone, his girlfriend was clearly all happy and her smile doesn’t seem like it would go away on her pretty face. She then was excited to hear his response, about how instantly he would prepare marrying Y/N.

But...Levi picked it up right away what she meant, and stayed quiet. Y/N’s confidence and love towards Levi showed that you were ready for a married life with him, and having his last name, clearly indicated this was the kind of a serious relationship she meant.

Y/N took in with the way how he did not respond and thought of him being worried, “D-Don't worry! I am sure you will be a great Father, I mean you are such a great boyfriend to me and-”

But Levi got up and put both of his hands on her shoulder which made her jolt, this made Y/N have a sinking feeling in her stomach, something felt wrong, the mood and vibe wasn't right and she started to feel anxious. “I, don’t think I can.”

Now, she felt as if her heart skipped a beat, her eyes widen and she gasped and was now speechless. She couldn’t believe it, and now her whole expression, happy vibe and her cheerful mood she was at a while ago, disappeared dramatically.

“I’m not into.....marriage.” Levi finally spoke, not thinking straight of what he just said, and of how sudden this topic was. Levi said this as he did not want to make her feel distressed, in fact himself feeling distressed. But, he had no idea how those words, completely shattered the Y/N he knew that was once cheerful, lovely and happy, gone.

She wanted to be with the man she first loved in her life, ever since she met him, and be his wife. But, she was lost and confused, didn’t Levi want her by his side too?

“Levi, Is that what you really think?....Don't you want me too? I though I meant something to you.” All her spirit was now gone, she looked down and had a very sad expression, her eyes soon to tear up.

Levi again, was speechless, he did not know what to say to her for once. He was caught off guard. That’s cause, he never really talked about this topic with anyone actually, unlike other people who have close friends or families who may have talked about marriage, Levi did not and it was just Y/N in his life he trusted and shared many things to.

So, when this was brought up in the conversation, this caught him really off guard and he just...stayed quiet, not sure what to say.

But to Y/N, that was an answer to her already, and without giving Levi any more time or in fact, not wasting his time, she slightly pushed his arms off her shoulders and walked away from him, going to the bathroom.

Y/N took this as a way he never wants to marry her and that shattered and broke her heart.

After a couple of weeks, both Y/N and Levi’s relationship kept falling apart, and as Levi tried his best to keep the relationship stable. Y/N, could not keep up with it, with her overwhelming mixed feelings of shame and sadness. This lead to Y/N having her feelings hurt.

One day, Levi enters their shared flat after coming back from a grocery store. He decided to cook dinner for his girlfriend tonight and have a romantic dinner with her, he wanted her spirit back, her love back, and after some time thinking, sorting out his emotions, Levi then knew that he would be willing to do anything for her happiness.

But, as he entered the living room, he saw Y/N with a suitcase and her backpack.

“What...” Levi said with a gasp, and his eyes widen, he stood there being shocked. Surely he was misunderstanding the situation...right?

“I am leaving, I can’t do this anymore.”

Levi dropped the bags he was carrying, on the ground, and he felt his heart skipped a beat. Did he hear it right? Did she actually say that?

“No, No. No!” He approached his girlfriend and held on her shoulders.

“Babe, we can fix this. Please stay with me, You don’t need to leave...I-I can’t lose you too.” He started to tremble slightly. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing!

“Stay with me, my love?” Levi then said once again, looking at her face who was now emotionless and she slightly pushed him away and that was the last time he ever saw her again.

Levi and his S/O mutually break things off because Y/N has always wanted to be Levi’s wife, having a lovely wedding and making a great family with him. But Levi didn’t seem to want any of that as he never spoke to her after that time and that caused his girlfriend, well now, ex-girlfriend, to thinking he didn’t want any of that and thinking there was no future after all with him.

Levi did not expect any of this, his ex leaving him after what he told her, and this leaves Levi all heart broken and being emotionally damaged. An emotional rejection from Y/N that damaged his mood and self-esteem. But, he still moved on and continued on with his life. He took most of the blame because he had to let her know sooner that, he would actually do anything for her happiness and love again, but he was apparently too late.

He would still be in their same shared flat, he cleaned it everyday and still kept two plates whenever he had breakfast or dinner, thinking one day he might see her. “She will come back to me...right?” He would mutter sometimes as he sat on the same coach they once shared and cuddled on, alone as the evening was approaching.

After what felt like forever, Levi was on his way to this well-known café that was mentioned by Hanji and he decided to check it out. But, to his surprise, he saw you, sitting inside the café, all alone drinking some tea. His heart fluttered, and his cheeks went red. Is it her?! Is it actually my Y/N?

After such a long time, he finally found her, and as soon as he wanted to approach Y/N, and thinking today is the day he will tell you how much an effect you had in his life and when you weren’t by his side, how he never realized that it took him long to figure it out that he would absolutely do anything to win you, your love and happiness back. He wanted to tell you all that, anything you wanted he was willing to give it to you now that he has finally found you. And explain to you also how, during the time you both lived together, he was actually trying to figure out with that time to make everything work out for you.

But, Levi stopped.

His heart sinking once again, that feeling he felt after such a long time.

He saw a guy, approaching you instead and....you were with him? Y/N’s face then brightened up, and she looked much happier, you smiled even more. Y/N got up from her seat and the man hugged her so tightly while caressing her back, and she was chuckling. And the man himself, seemed to be also deeply in love with you.

He then, noticed their rings, were they perhaps engaged, in their honeymoon, or perhaps they weren’t married and it was just matching rings...right? Levi wondered, begging that what he was thinking was true.

He then saw, his and Y/N’s old friends entering the café, and greeting both of them, one of them was Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Connie and Historia. He overhear how they were saying that they were such a happy couple and they loved and shipped them a lot. Happy for Y/N finding happiness once again. 

“I am out of time.” Levi muttered, now reality hitting him. He never had time to begin with, he knew ever since she left him. Time was lost and didn’t wait for him.

"What is this feeling?" it felt like as if someone clenched into his chest, his heart is being pulled out of his chest, his stomach having a sinking feeling. Now, he really did lose her.

But wait....maybe he has a chance? he decided to just wait, just maybe it was all a misunderstanding? Having that small hope, that everything was just an assumption, and jumping into conclusions.

After what felt like forever, he waited for them to get out of the café and approached them, to Y/N.

Her eyes widen, she couldn't believe she was seeing Levi after all these years. “Could I speak to Y/N alone, please?” Levi said sadly, and was looking at Y/N instead of the guy. 

The guy seemed to have read the mood and he let Y/N to talk to him in private, to sort out whatever was going on.

“How...have you been?” He finally said, after breaking the silence between them. Y/N nodded and looked back inside the café, “Do you wanna talk and perhaps, catch up?” Y/N uttered, and open the door to the café, she was still the friendly woman he loved and she still looked absolutely even more beautiful to his eyes, he just didn’t want this moment to end.

They then, started to catchup, how things were going for both of them, how they both were and then Levi asked if she was alright. Y/N finally told him that she has been engaged and she would be getting married soon, she let all their friends know about it and to be invited, and she said she would be happy if he would be able to come too, inviting him to her wedding. Levi was now having mixed of emotions, sad but also happy that she was not in a terrible state, and not sad after what has happened. She has picked herself up and lived her life, and finally her dream becoming true and a nice man who loved her, also wanting to marry her too.

They decided to be distant but in good-terms friends, and she was hoping that one day he could meet her fiancée properly. Levi just sat there, smiling. Smiling because he was actually happy to know that there was someone out there to love her, and not treat her bad, and give her what she wanted, which he could have done if he had done it earlier. But of course, it was Y/N, who wouldn’t love her?

He was actually happy for her, seeing her smile, and happy, and she had grown and matured to be such a beautiful woman. “You...will be such a great Mother.” He finally, said with a smile, and that warmed Y/N’s heart. Hearing that, especially from him, made her so happy and glad to hear that since she always wanted to be, but afraid she wouldn’t be. She looked down, at her teacup and tears were running down her cheeks, she was crying happy tears. Y/N never knew how his words would actually be heart warming for her, and he was ready to even support her anytime.

On the day, finally the wedding day, it was filled with love and laughter form everyone, and everyone congratulating them, all their friends crying and cheering for Y/N and the man she was gonna marry.

Levi of course came, and sat at the back, away from the crowd, and he was feeling heart-warmed seeing Y/N being happy once again and her smile and her sight was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, he found it breathtaking, capturing every moment.

“That....could have been us.” He uttered to himself and got up, leaving the wedding as it almost came to an end, he thought his presence wouldn’t really matter to him much now and he left the wedding. 

“Hm, where is Levi? I still haven’t thanked him properly.” Y/N said looking around, and her husband held on her hand and gave her a sweet smile, “Don't worry, I am sure we will see him soon. But he left this for you.” Her husband, handed to her a bag filled with gifts, and a card saying ‘Congratulations, Wishing you a long and happy marriage Y/N.’

After a long day, Levi finally got back home. When Levi goes back to his flat now, no longer calling it ‘our flat’, he still had Y/N’s stuff that she left behind and haven’t thrown them away or moved its position. Y/N really did have a big impact in his life.

He looked through their old memories, gifts she gave him, pictures they took together, letters she wrote for him that was all placed inside a box and he was taking them out one by one. Smiling at them, as how great of a person she was to him.

But, he did really just wanted to grab your hand one last time, say that he always loved you, kiss you one last time, and have you by his side in the flat one last time, looking at your sleepy face and waking up to see your lovely face and sight every morning. He missed it and those days would warm his heart, Y/N did made Levi feel so special before and he was grateful to even be her boyfriend for that period of time. She showed him and gave him love which he thought he would never get, but because of her, he did.

Levi really thought from now, he won’t be able to find that kind of love anymore that he had with Y/N. But, he was very thankful to even have it in the first place. Because to him, Y/N was his everything and he did still care for her. Levi felt convinced though when he met Y/N, it was her and the last relationship he will have and he would be proud to say that she was once his lover and girlfriend.

He stayed still, sitting on the coach and laying down, looking at the ceiling. Levi was smiling, but his eyes then started to tear up slowly. “I promised her that, whenever she is happy....I should be happy too. So why am I like this? Fuck, I am terrible.”

Levi deep down just wanted to know, and he thought to himself saying, ‘Does Y/N even remember our past relationship, Did I have an impact in her life? Did I mean something in her life? Did she forget all our memories and moments together?’

After questioning himself this, he then realized that...when he said to Y/N he was not into marriage. It was a lie. He was actually lowkey scared and in that moment, it was said out of fear. Fear of how he might not be a great father or husband and might fuck things up, and he wanted to be ready and prepared he was the man for you, the one and only for you. He then, whimpered silently to himself in the dark, letting out all of his bottled up emotions.

It’s their bittersweet love, and it’s bittersweet since whenever he thought of the past, it would involve a feeling of happiness and sadness at the same time. But, he finally was at peace now, after seeing you for such a long time, and now knowing you are doing well and great, being taking care of by a great man. He does feel like he has missed out that future Y/N was talking about before, but seeing her cheerful and joyful, he was now content with Y/N and satisfied with her living her dreams, even if it was not with him, he would still support her with all his heart.

okay I did not expect to make this fanfic so sad but a little heart warming at the same time??! I definitely did not tear up while writing this- ANYWAYS! This is my first time to write something like this so please, let me know what you think of this and I hope you somehow liked the bittersweet love between Levi and Y/N!

If you enjoyed and liked this hc fanfic, please let me know by leaving a like, reblog or a message! I love you all and thank you for the support <3

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Waking Up In Vegas

spencer reid x reader

request: prompts 87 (boop), 88 (that's such a bad idea- lets do it), 89 (Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool), 96 (I'm not crying, you are.) by anon

word count: 1.7k

warnings: Mentions of drug addiction, heavy drinking and blackout, that's it.

author's note: I've had this in my inbox for months, and I'm so sorry I didn't finish it sooner. Also, what do you want to see from my blog, it seems like I only post once a week for my fics and that's a no go from me.

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The light was too loud- that's a wonderful thing to think when you remember nothing of the night before. You groaned and sat up, seeing that you were in a large bed with white covers. You scratched your head and looked around, noticing that the bedboard behind you was a large pink heart.

Looking down you realize that you're wearing a sequined red bikini top and a skirt scarf combo with booty shorts underneath. Drunk you does not have good fashion sense.

Before you can notice anything else, you start to feel puke crawling up your throat and you immediately run and vomit all your guts up.

You rinse your mouth out and notice that the blanket mound you left has shifted, and you become wary and pick up a heavy brass candlestick.

And then the lump rolls over, and it's your goddamn coworker.

"Reid?"

He startles and wakes up, staring at you and then glancing down at himself- huh, there was something wrong about that picture, but you couldn't figure out what it was just yet.

"y/n? What are you doing in my hotel room?" He pauses, looks around, then mutters under his breath "this isn't my hotel room."

He looks up at you "Since when are you married?"

"I'm not," You look down at your hand, noticing a giant red ruby adorning your ring finger "I am."

You look down at his hand and notice that he is too, "And so are you."

You and Spencer look around your room, both badly masking paranoia and panic. Both of your eyes stop when you notice a picture frame in the corner- a wedding certificate.

"Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool. This is fine, no big deal, just a marriage certificate," You move over and pick it up "with both of our names on it."

"Okay, this is okay, this is fine," Spencer says, sitting back down on the bed stunned.

"So, we're married, which is a thing that happened, last night, that you definitely remember." You say, sitting down next to your newly revealed husband.

"I don't remember."

"How do you not remember? You have super memory powers!"

"This is an excellent first fight to have as a married couple, of course, you blame me." He says, standing up and shrugging.

You meet his stance "Of course I blame you! You're the smart one!"

"Oh, well Agent, I wasn't aware that you had an IQ of 25!" He pauses "25 is the number associated by Henry H. Goodard to be an idiot, it's actually-"

"I know!" You exclaim, seething with half-hearted rage.

"You know, your the one who got an addict drunk!"

"Your vice isn't alcohol! If I drugged you I'd be a monster! You ordered that first bloody mary all by yourself, and those shots we did were totally consensual!!!"

He looked up at you "you remember that?"

You think, and notice memories that you didn't know were there, "um, yeah, bits and pieces."

From the expression he makes, he looks to be remembered more too. You and your new husband sit down and let it all hit you.

~~~

"4 tequila shots please." You wave down the bartender.

You're already buzzed, but you and Spencer were just getting warmed up. Morgan and Garcia left hours ago to go to a fancy restaurant, Rossi was planted firmly at the poker table, Hotch was nowhere to be seen, JJ had gone home to be with Henry, and Emily was at a "sin to win" night at some casino that you already knew too much about just by hearing the name.

So that leaves you and Spencer at the bar in the only casino in town he wasn't banned from.

At first, you were concerned about him drinking, but once he reassured that alcohol isn't his way of self-medicating, you were okay. Besides, if you saw any red flags, you would throw his ass in rehab faster than you can say 'gin'.

So, you were 5 drinks in and having the time of your lives, showing off battle scars and laughing. God, his eyes were pretty.

"Your eyes are so pretty!" You giggled "like soooooo pretty, woooooooow."

He laughed and looked back at you "your skin is pretty, like in a non-serial killer way, it's really pretty."

"Thank you, just don't kill me for it."

"I just called no murder!" He whined "besides, how am I sure you won't kill me and scoop my eyes out?"

"Because that's gross." You said, rolling your eyes.

"And stealing your skin isn't?"

"You can' have my skin!" You say, mock running away.

He laughs, and looks directly into your eyes, and smiles, wow, he was pretty. Morgan was right.

"Hey, do you wanna get out of here?" Spencer asks you.

"Yeah, let's get ice cream!" You grab his hand, and it feels natural through your foggy brain.

After stumbling through the ice cream parlor, full of people who were trying to pretend like they weren't. Spencer got butter pecan, and you got sherbert and chocolate.

You stumbled out of the store, giggling to yourself and Spencer.

God, you loved him. So you told him.

"I love you." He stopped in his tracks, and you almost tripped on a bicycle rack.

"Really?" He whispers.

All of the giggles are gone.

"I love you."

The ice cream is long forgotten, his on the ground, and half of yours on your clothes and half next to his on the ground. All that's left is your faces inching closer to each other.

When your lips meet it feels like firecrackers going off inside your head.

His mouth is soft, gently contrasting with your soft lips. His tongue sneaks into your mouth, your smile around his.

"Let's get married." He pulls apart from you, out of breath.

You stay silent for a moment, before looking up and directly into his chocolate brown eyes "That is such a bad idea-"

He diverts his eyes and scratches the back of his skull "Um, yeah, that's okay, let's-"

"Let's do it."

He looks back at you, and you grab his body and kiss him.

~~~

Sometimes people can be happy, you realize as an elderly woman ties a sash around your waist.

You have to be honest, you never thought this was gonna be how you were gonna get married. Hell, you weren't sure if you were gonna get married at all. But certainly not like this. Certainly not at 1 am to your coworker 7 drinks in at a cheap roadside attraction.

Definitely not like this.

But something about this weirdness felt like the only way anything ever would've made any sense.

There was something about the outfit you were wearing that was perfect, a bright red bra covered in sequins underneath a top with buttons and poofy sleeves that showed off a lot of your chest, a wrap-around cheap white silk skirt with jeans shorts underneath. And of course purple open-toed boots. Perfect.

Marrying Spencer Reid is like a fever dream. A perfect man with perfect hair and perfect eyes. So of course you were giggling like crazy while they put the cheap crown with pink tulle serving as a veil on your head.

Your witnesses were an elderly couple, of course, you wanted to have your best friends there, but knowing them they'd try to talk you out, and believe me, there was no way you wanted out of it.

"Now's time dear," the woman exclaims, gently patting you on the shoulder and leading you out of the fitting room and towards the chapel.

The owner of the business hooks his arm around yours and leads you into the chapel, church bells from an iPod attached to a speaker ringing out into the air.

Spencer turns around the air visibly leaves his lungs when you make eye contact. The chapel you two had chosen in this drunken haze was costume-themed, and he was wearing an ancient Rome costume that fit the time where his favorite philosopher, so even though no one else noticed, you could tell he was dressed as Gaius.

His hair had been attempted to slick back, but little curls were popping up all over the place instead. He was wringing his hands tightly and bouncing his knee, god you couldn't wait to marry him.

The elderly man who had led you to the alter places you next to Spencer, you couldn't focus on anything but your soon-to-be-husband.

Spencer takes his hands and gently pulls your veil up from around your face, and a tear trickles out of his eyes as he sees you. You smile and notice his nerves, try to calm the love of your life down "boop", you gently tap his nose and he smiles in comfort.

The officiant drones on and on about love but you can't hear him, all you can focus on is his love-filled eyes.

"Do you take Spencer Reid to be your husband?"

Your eyes snap out of their daze and you say with the most certainty than you have ever said anything: "I do."

"And do you take (y/n) (y/l/n) to be your life partner for as long as you may live?"

"I do," And you feel more wanted than you ever have in your life, he wants you, Spencer wants you.

~~~

You and Spencer sit on your bed in stunned silence, neither believing that last night had really happened. You look over at your apparent husband and notice tears streaming down his face.

"You're crying." You say, your voice coming out as a chocked whisper.

"I'm not crying, you are." You look down and notice that your shirt is soaked in tears.

"Oh." You take a deep breath and look into his eyes. "So, what do you want to do?"

"Get an annulment?" He doesn't look completely happy about his answer and stares into your eyes for reassurance.

You take a deep breath and stare off into the distance, out into a world that would be so much better if you were married to Spencer Reid. "I don't want that."

You look back at him to meet his eyes, "Me neither."

"I love you, a lot, and I want to be married to you." Spencer smiles, and you feel wanted and safe and loved.

Instead of saying it back, he kissed you with a passion that was way more descriptive than simple words. Spencer is your husband and you love him, he loves you, and you are finally wanted.

~~

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For the First Time in Forever

Book : Open Heart Second Year (Set in between chapter 11 and 12)

Pairing : Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Meera Bose)

Summary : Ethan finally musters up the courage to ask Meera out on a date.

Category : Fluff

Warning : None

Rating : General

Word Count : 2148

Trope(s) : They go on a Date & They finally Define Their Relationship

A/N : The second date question from the latest round of Newlyweds Game made me think about their first official date. And @ohffsanniversary 's "First" theme gave me the perfect opportunity to write it down. This is also my very late submission for @choicesseptemberchallenge21 Day 15 : Ice-cream. Happy Reading! ❤️

A/N 2 : This is for Dom @utterlyinevitable you are an absolute gem of a person and one of the biggest pillars of the fandom. It's not been long that I joined your little team of beautiful people but it's been amazing. Tbh before this I could never accompas the amount of work that goes into running these blogs. But now having experienced it firsthand my respect and admiration for you have increased exponentially. Just wanna say thank you for all you do. Love you! 💜

Ethan waited in the lounge tapping his foot to the ground. The anxiety of waiting was almost about to overcome him when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked up to see Meera's smiling face.

"Guess what? I am cleared to join work too!" Meera wrapped Ethan in a hug.

"That's such good news! We can go back together."

Ethan waited in the car as Meera made a quick coffee trip to the local coffee shop near their therapist's office that they both have grown to love over the months.

Meera handed him his to-go cup as she took a seat beside him.

"I just spoke to Naveen and he is more than happy to welcome us whenever we want to go back to Edenbrook," Ethan said, his eyes gleaming. "Infact I said I was joining from Monday itself."

"Yeah… about that, I don't feel ready to be back, yet."

Ethan looked at Meera, puzzled.

"Emotionally, mentally I feel ready but we work with people's lives and I don't want to be back unless I am a hundred percent sure I can be of help," Meera paused to take in Ethan's expression. "So if you and Dr. Banerji won't mind. I would really like a little more time off."

"Ofcourse rookie," Ethan removes his hand from the wheel to take Meera's in his, "Naveen is ready to welcome us anytime we want. I'll call and inform him once we get home."

"No! Ethan, I think you should join on Monday just like you planned."

"Meera, how can I leave you alone?"

"How would you leave me alone if I got back to work? Yes, you will be there but you won't be with me all day." Meera squeezed Ethan's hand. "Listen, I haven't seen you this excited in forever and I surely miss the workaholic side of you and above all Edenbrook needs you, June and Baz needs you, the patients need you, so go get back and save some lives for me."

"When you put it that way, I can't disagree. But what do you plan on doing?"

"I want to go back to the apartment. I miss my friends."

Ethan felt a pang of sadness in his heart. Being with her, beside her for the past few months have really grown into a habit but her happiness was something Ethan would always put before himself. He looked at Meera as she kept on talking about all she would do with her roommates once she goes back, with enthusiasm which had become rare in the past few months.

A few hours later Ethan and Meera settled down in the car again, the backseat loaded with Meera's belongings, as they drove to the apartment.

"Do you need help with these?" Ethan asked, setting down a stack of books on the ground.

"No, Aurora and Jackie have the day off, they'll help me settle back in."

Meera let out a long sigh once all the boxes were out of the car. "So this is it," Meera brushed her thumb on his knuckles.

Ethan nodded, his brain and heart in a fight on what was the right way to respond.

Meera picked up the last box, "bye," she said, turning to walk away.

"Meera, listen," Ethan's heart won the battle, "so I was thinking… you are back here… I am going back to Edenbrook… I don't know when we will be able to catch up again."

"Ethan, it'll really help if you come to the point, the box is kinda heavy."

"Right. Umm, would you like to go out to dinner with me tonight?"

"So… you are asking me out? On a date?"

"No, no, no, this is not a date."

"Then?" Meera raises a brow.

"It's just…," Ethan thinks about the best way to frame it, "ugh, okay, fine, it's a date."

"Oh my God, Ethan freaking Ramsey is asking me out on a date!" Meera squealed.

"Meera, you are making me want to cancel our reservations," Ethan pinches the bridge of his nose.

"You got us reservations?! You knew I wouldn't be able to say no," Meera smirked.

"I don't see why I would be rejected."

"Confidence, I see. Just on the side note, how fancy is this place that we are going to?"

"Fancy."

"No but like how fancy?" Meera looked at Ethan's blank face, "like how fancy on a scale from food trucks to Michelin star?"

Ethan sighed, "look we are going for dinner to Mariel at nine, okay?"

"Holy shit, we are going to Mariel for a first date? God damn Ramsey, I have nothing that fancy to wear! And you have given me so little time to prepare!"

"So I'll see you at nine?"

"Yes ofcourse."

Ethan waits in front of Meera's door, sudden nerves of first date creeping in. But he had known her since forever, or it always felt that way. His train of thoughts were interrupted as he heard the faint tap of heels and a mist of a well known perfume.

His breath got caught in his throat as he saw Meera looking ethereal in a very well known shade of blue. The blue that matches the Miami waves and brings back memories of a night of a fortunate kiss and regretful decisions.

"Hi," she said.

Ethan remains silent still not being able to believe his eyes and pick up his jaw from the ground.

"What? Don't I look appropriate?" Meera asked, a teasing smile playing on her face.

"You won't let me live that down, will you?"

"Never. But since you are not interested in complimenting me, let me go ahead and say, you look incredibly handsome."

"Meera, I… am unable to describe your beauty."

"Ugh, you weren't good with compliments anyway, so lucky for you, I'll take it."

"And you won't let me live that down also. But I have a question, did you wear this on purpose?"

"I just told Si that you are taking me out on our first date and this is what she suggested."

Ethan narrowed his eyes, not quite happy with the answer, "you really want me to believe that?"

"Look, I am a broke medicine resident. I don't have such fancy dresses just lying around my closet."

"Umm, much more believable."

"So your friends got suspicious?" Ethan asked, taking a left before stopping at the signal.

"No. Aurora and Jackie took off for their night shifts and I am pretty sure Elijah is emptying atleast five shots of tequila after pulling a thirty-six hour shift," Meera laughed.

The restaurant was upscale and sophisticated and Meera instantly felt out of place. They were led to their table which was tucked in a cozy corner under a chandelier with a breathtaking view of the Boston skyline.

"Do you like it Rookie?"

"I love it," she picked up the menu and skimmed through the pages. There were names she could not even pronounce and dishes she had only watched on MasterChef. "This is a huge jump for someone who has been living off frozen pizza and ramen. And look at these prices, it's more than my rent."

"You know you don't have to worry about that when you are with me," Ethan smiled.

"I know, but it just doesn't feel right," Meera smiled back. "You know what, we are not doing dessert here, I'll take you for dessert, somewhere my broke ass can afford."

"Sure. I'll go anywhere you'll take me."

"So cheesy Ramsey," they both break into a laugh.

The waiter leaves after collecting their orders.

"So, what do you usually talk about on first dates?" Meera asked, taking a sip of her Bellini.

"I was about to ask you the same question."

"Me? I am a sleep deprived, overworked med resident. I haven't had dates in months!"

"Yeah, fair, I just run one of the most reputed diagnostic teams in the country and I go on dates every week."

"Well looks like none of us have any ice breaker questions."

"I think we are way past the point of ice breaking, Rookie. What if we start by deciding on topics on which we can't speak."

"Okay, Edenbrook."

"Medicine, and no phones."

"So… that pretty much leaves us with… sex."

"What? How?"

"Yeah we work in medicine at Edenbrook and we have sex, that's our entire relationship."

Ethan now understands the underlying mocking tone, "look I know I messed up big time, but I am here to change it now, okay? Tell me about your family, your life before Boston, your hobbies, your favourite book. I want to meet the real Meera today."

Meera reaches over and captures his hand in her, giving it a little squeeze, "well let's start afresh."

The rest of the night was filled with exchanges of treasured memories, life experiences and lots of smiles and laughter. And before long the couple exited the restaurant arm in arm and made their way towards the car.

"I am still holding you onto that ice-cream," Ethan said.

"And I am not the one to chicken out, Ramsey."

Meera parked the car and killed the engine. Ethan looked around, "Public Garden?"

"Yes! A little late night stroll and the best ice-cream in the neighbourhood, the perfect way to end a first date."

Ethan and Meera walked about the park in companionable silence but there was one tinge of doubt that she had to remove forever.

"Ethan, what is this?" she said stopping. "What are we?"

"Whatever you want us to be Rookie," Ethan smiled and continued his walk only to realise Meera wasn't following. "What's up? Is there a problem?"

"Yes there is a problem. I am tired of your vague indefinite answers. Why can't you just spell it out sometimes? Why does it always have to be me who wants us to be something?"

"I just thought it would something romantic to say."

"Romantic? If this is what you deem romantic I don't know how you got Harper and all those amazing women to date you."

"Rookie, let me explain," Ethan takes a step towards her.

"No. I am done hearing about your excuses. Just give me some space," Meera started walking away.

Ethan could feel her shiver and hear her sneeze. He took off his blazer and slowly walked up to her, diminishing all of the few feet of distance between them, he wrapped the blazer around Meera from the back and held her tightly to his body.

He placed a soft kiss at the junction of Meera's neck and shoulders, a spot which he had learnt was the most sensitive.

"We are a couple Meera, you are my girlfriend and I love you and I am not afraid to scream my heart out on Edenbrook's helipad and declare my love for you."

Meera felt heat rising through her body, in one swift motion she turned to face Ethan, a megawatt smile on her face. "I love you too, Ethan."

She cupped his face and captured his lips as their tongues devoured each other. They reluctantly let go of each other for air. "Now this is called romantic!" Meera squealed.

The bell of the ice-cream parlour jingled as they stepped inside. "So, as the first act as your girlfriend, I am going to choose your ice-cream flavour today," Meera declared.

"You sound less like a girlfriend and more like a French dictator," Ethan chuckled. "But fair warning, I'll pick the flavour for yours too."

"Deal!"

"Mint chocolate chip for the lady please."

"What? That's toothpaste with chocolate chips!"

"Yes, I once took a bite out of Baz's and it was terrible," Ethan pretends gagging.

"Okay, but remember you brought this on yourself. He'll do this one please," Meera said pointing to the cotton candy flavour.

"Ugh, look at all those colors, this is for kids."

"Well you could add more colour to your life, Ramsey and try and bring back the child hidden in the dinosaur."

"Ouch, that hurts."

After complaining and teasing each other for their ice-cream flavours Ethan and Meera made their way back to the car.

"Where to ma'am?'" Ethan said, putting on his seatbelt.

"Uh, I regret packing up my things from your place."

"Don't worry," they hit the road,"you forgot to pack your toothbrush and you can wear my Hopkins sweatshirt, it looks better on you anyways."

"Yeah, about that… I already packed it up with my stuff this morning," Meera smiled sheepishly.

"Rookie, no."

"What? You said yourself that it looks better on me."

Ethan pinches the bridge of his nose, "fine. I'll get you another one."

"See you are the best!" Meera places a quick peck on his cheek.

"Okay, I have one final question for you."

"Shoot."

"Did you wear this dress on purpose?"

Meera smiled and stroked his cheek with her thumb, "let a girl have some secrets, okay?"

Thank you so much if you have read till here, it means the world to me. Hope to see you go on other different adventures with me, Ethan and Meera, till then sending love and hugs your way! ❤️

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PARAPHILIA - Part 3

Pairing: sub!Baekhyun x CEO!Reader

Genre: EstablishedRelationship!AU, slice of life, fluff (a tiny bit), smut

Tags: gentle dom/sub dynamics, sub!Baekhyun, apron, footjob, feet in mouth, praising, cum play

Raiting: +18 (you know me 🤪)

Word count: 3k

Summary: when you come back home from a very tiring day of work, your boyfriend Baekhyun knows exactly how to calm your nerves: with a foot massage.

A/N: This one has a different kind of dynamic since it’s gentle femdom. You see, the girl behing this blog is a switch so I hope you can enjoy this content too. Anyways don’t hesitate to comment or slide into my asks💖💖. - Cat 😽

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Paraphilia #3: Podophilia, sexual attraction to feet

W O R S H I P

You massage your temple in small circles as you try your hardest to concentrate on the road, driving your black Mercedes SUV. Today was a really rough day at work.

You were CEO of a startup company that designs programmes protecting video games and preventing hackers to illegally distribute the games. The company is ever growing as the hackers become more and more inventive.

Today you met with Kazuo 'Kaz' Hirai, CEO of the Playstation branch of the Sony Interactive Entertainment group. You had to negotiate a contract to be the company to protect every playstation exclusive game that was to be released in the next five years. Needless to say, a huge deal for you and your company.

"Aishh..." you scoffed as you recalled the cold expression of the japanese middle aged man. That old fart was really stubborn and strong headed. But so were you which made the negotiations rather difficult. After hours and hours of negotiating you finally came to an agreement interesting enough to the both of you, your firm but also Sony.

So yes it was a really rough day. And you were tired... and hungry. Very hungry you thought as you pulled over in the drive away of the modern residence.

Once in the entry you were instantly greeted by the smell of delicious food coming from the kitchen. You didn't even bother taking off your high heeled black pumps and simply directly walked to the dining room.

There you find the table neatly arranged for two. Your boyfriend Baekhyun comes in from the kitchen and instantly jumps when he sees you.

"You scared me! I didn't hear you coming!" he says holding his chest. You puff out a laugh.

He still has the oven mits on, he's wearing a casual pastel green shirt with comfy jeans, topped with a cute blue apron. He's just adorable.

"Sorry I'm so tired I just didn't feel like yelling "i'm home" when I came in"

"I knew it was going to be a tiring day for you so I made you dinner" he came over to you and took off the oven mits then your coat and purse which he placed on the coffee table. He pulled the chair for you.

"That's so gentlemanly of you thank you" you said as you were getting seated. He bowed his head returning your smile before disappearing into the kitchen.

Soon he came back holding the food. Your eyes lit up at the delicious sight and you sat up on your chair. Baekhyun served you and himself then sat just right in front of you.

"Thank you for the food" you said as you leaned in and extended your arm to gently squeeze his hand over the table. He lightly blushes.

"You're welcome" he said before looking down on his chest. "Oops I forgot to take the apron off." he stood up again but you stopped him.

"No keep it on... I think it suits you! It's cute" you smiled at him, he smiled and sat back down.

You proceeded to eat, during the meal Baekhyun kept quiet about your work. He knew it was better to let you eat and enjoy a peaceful evening before actually starting to ask questions. Even though it killed him not to know and he just wanted to bombard you with a thousand questions.

"Aaah... I'm so full" you said rubbing your stomach. Baekhyun cutely smiled at you, his eyes forming crescents that complimented nicely his constellation moles.

"I'm glad you liked it"

"Of course I loved it you're the best cook ever" he was embarrassed at the compliment but flattered anyway.

"Thank you" he then marked a silence and hesitantly asked. "Hmmm... y/n... so how were the negotiations?" finally he asked the question that was burning his lips. You sighed. You would have liked it if he had waited until tomorrow to ask you but on the other hand you understood his curiosity. This contract was a turning point for the company.

"Well... it was... difficult" you said simply. Baekhyun stayed silent only waiting for more details. "Yes... basically I had to cut back on a lot of things I asked... I mean they were the bigger company at the table so I didn't have much negotiation power..." Baekhyun creased his eyebrows, worried. "But I still managed to secure a good deal. So, yes, next week we will officially sign the papers" you said finally. Baekhyun bursted in a loud celebration, which took you by surprise.

"Honey! that's great! you worked so hard for this!"

"Yeah" you said unconvinced... Honestly to you it somehow felt like a small defeat since you had to cut back on so many things but at the same time you had no other choice... "I think I'm just frustrated about how it actually went down, you know?" Baekhyun took your hand in his.

"Honey... the most important thing is that even if the deal isn't the absolute best it's still good for the company and if you do a good job in the course of the next 5 years they will want to work with you again and maybe other big companies will also want to... Next target Nintendo!" He said with a huge smile, gently rubbing your hand with his thumb.

That is something you always loved about Baekhyun. After dating for so long people complain about your significant other not being surprising anymore. When truly it's the best thing about having a relationship. The person staring back at you knows you like you two share the same heart. When your mind is full and you can't seem to put your thoughts into words… you don't have to because they know you. Baekhyun knows you. 

He cheers you on when you're down. Sees the positive when you are tired of restlessly hoping. He's your light. He lights up your path everywhere you go.

He was adorable, staring back at you with dark brown eyes and the cute blue apron. So so cute... that unholy ideas started to form inside your dirty mind.

"You're right" you said looking back at him. Under the table you extended your leg and started to rub your foot on his pants. Baekhyun instantly stiffened, his smile dropped. "If only there was a way that I could relax..." you smirked at him with suggestive eyes.

"M-maybe a f-foot massage?" Baekhyun asked hesitantly, he was such a cutie stuttering like this. It made your heart melt.

"Why not?" you said shrugging, acting casual.

Baekhyun took a step in your direction but you stopped him.

"No!" he stopped in his tracks. Looked him up and down, licking your lips, anticipating what was to come. "Crawl to me" you said, smirking again. Baekhyun's warm smile was nowhere to be seen. Instead, it was replaced by that soft submissive expression that you loved so much.

Without a word he got on all fours and slowly approached you, not breaking the eye contact you had. His face was slightly blushed, mixed with embarrassment and anticipation.

Once he reached you, you gently cupped his cheeks.

"Good boy" you praised him. Then you pushed back your chair and rotated on your butt to face him. You crossed your leg and presented him the foot that was hanging in the air. "Now do your thing"

Baekhyun looked up at you then he placed one hand over the heel of your shoe to support your leg the other hand behind your calf. He laid a soft kiss on your ankle and trailed his way down to stop where the shoe went over your toes. He looked up at you for further instructions.

"Lick it" you said. He didn't hesitate to stick his tongue out and lightly flick it against the shiny leather. A satisfied smile spread on your lips. He kissed the shoe again and you felt him lightly pull on the heel to take it off. You quickly lifted his chin with the pointy tip of the shoe.

"No.. Not yet" he whimpered cutely. He's so impatient. "Stand" you command. He does as he's told. "Now strip but keep the apron" he nods

He slips his hands underneath the blue apron and starts to unbutton his shirt. He then takes off one sleeve then the other one. He drops the pastel shirt to the ground. His toned arms move to mesmerize you. You bite on your bottom lip as he continues the show.

He moves on to unbuckle his belt and peels the denim off his skin. Finally he removes his boxers which he throws to the side.

He's left completely naked apart from the apron, which is tightly hugging him. The thin fabric is letting little to the imagination. You can clearly see his broad shoulders and arms who rest at his side and Baekhyun's pretty pink nipples. You let your eyes go down where you can see your boyfriend's bulge pitching a slightly twitchy tent underneath. You lick your lips thinking he's already so excited for you.

"Kiss me" you said lifting your head up slightly. Baekhyun bent down and linked his lips with yours in a heated and passionate kiss. 

You untangled your fingers in his hairs, lightly pulling on it, which made him cutely whimper into your mouth. You took the opportunity to push your tongue inside his mouth and deepen the kiss, pulling harder on his hair. He let out cute muffled moans. Then finally you let go of him. He was panting, face flushed red and his hair was messy.

"Now you may remove my shoes" you uncrossed your legs and laid both your feet flat on the ground. Baekhyun hurriedly kneeled down and removed both your shoes, setting them neatly on the side. Your feet made contact with the cold tiles of the dining room. But you didn't mind at all.

"Now lick them" you commanded. Baekhyun was ready to lift your feet to his mouth but you stopped him. "No get down there and lick them from the ground" you said sternly.

Baekhyun placed both his palms on the floor and bent his arms until his cheek touched the tiles. His ass was up in the air when he started to lick your toes. The tickling sensation sent goosebumps on your body and you sighed in satisfaction, fully enjoying the power you held over him.

You then slowly lifted your foot to give him access to your soles. He never broke contact with your foot and his face followed as you lifted it, bringing him back in his initial kneeling position. When he could finally lick your sole he didn't wait for a second. He licked your foot from the heel up to the toes. Your soles were his favourite part and you knew it. You smirked when you saw him indulge himself in the moment.

"Suck my toes" you commanded again. He nodded vigorously, tightly grabbing your foot and as he opened his mouth to bring your big toe inside it. He looked back at you and a soft moan escaped your lips feeling his wet mouth around your foot. "Such a good boy" you moaned softly, your breathing getting ever so slightly quicker.

"Enough!" You say before abruptly taking back your foot. You push him on his chest which causes him to fall back on his butt and his palms flat on the tiles. In this position the tent he's pitching is very visible. And you can't wait to finally see it.

You bring your toes underneath the apron around his crotch area and with a flick of the ankle you push back the fabric over the belt.

Finally you lay eyes on his twitching and aching cock. Precum is already seeping from the slit and you can't help but to smile from ear to ear when you finally uncover it.

"Look at this... Aren't we excited?" you asked, bringing your toes to his balls. Baekhyun stiffens.

"Y-yes" he whispers, unable to take off his eyes from your feet. You lightly lift your foot to the base of his shaft and he buckles up his hips, impatient.

"No no... you have to be good, okay? Are you gonna be a good boy for me?" you coo.

"Yes!" he says excitedly, his eyes still on your foot, nearly popping out of their sockets.

"Good boy" you say before wrapping his cock with both feet and starting to pump his swollen dick. Immediately his eyes roll back as he bites his bottom lip. You pick up the pace and Baekhyun looks back at you. You normally don't go this hard right away but he's not complaining. He feels so good from the footjob.

Baekhyun's saliva really lubed up your feet and they glide easily on his precum oozing dick. You continue to harshly jerk his cock with your feet.

"Fuck... Honey... This is... Aaah... so gooddd!!" he says moaning shamelessly in between each word. He sounds so needy and whiny and most of all he looks absolutely delighted with his eyebrows deeply furrowed and his mouth hanging open.

You felt him twitch around your toes and withdraw them immediately before he can spill his juice. Baekhyun let out a disappointed whimper as the pleasure fades away. You can't help but to smirk when you see him squirm.

"Get up" you command him.

You stand up from the chair and flip the table cloth over the dirty dishes, making way for you to sit.

You take your time, taking every single piece of clothing off you, striping sensually for your boyfrined who thickly swallows as you're removing the last piece of fabric.

You set your bottom on the dark wood of the dining table and lean back over on your elbow, your knees together bent back on your chest. Baekhyun stands in front of you, his dark red cock seeping precum and twitching.

You then part your knees slowly, uncovering your glistening pink folds absolutely drenched in your juices. You're feeling incredibly aroused. Baekhyun is in awe in front of such a view. No matter how many times he's seen you, every time he still is breathless.

"Come here baby" you say as you gesture to him to come close. "Now fuck me baby" you murmur in a sultry tone.

Baekhyun can't believe his ears. Rare are the occasions when you let him fuck you. Most of the time you are on top and in control. But today he's been such a good boy you exceptionally let him be on top.

He doesn't take one more second to align himself with your lonely and aching center. Slowly he pushes himself inside you. The slip is easy as your juices coat even your inner thighs. You gasp delightfully at the sensation of him gently stretching you open.

"Fuck... Y/n...Aaaah" Baekhyun lets out a high pitched moan that wakes up the butterflies in your stomach. You love to hear his struggling moans.

"Fuck me faster" you command your boyfriend who has his eyes tight shut, trying his hardest not to bust right away.

He takes a bruising grip on your fleshy thighs and gradually he picks up the pace, waves of heat and pleasure wash over your entire body as you shamelessly moan while Baekhyun makes your breasts jump with each thrust.

"Tell me how good this feels baby" you tell him, craving more of his high pitched and needy voice. Baekhyun whimpers before answering.

"Aaah... Your pussy feels so good" he says before letting go of one of your thighs to bring your foot to his face. He buried his nose in your sole. "Fuck... aaaah... Honey" he sounds pleading, so submissive despite the fact that he's the one over you roughly pounding into you.

He gasps when he feels your walls tightening around him. He takes one of your toes in his mouth. He makes you feel so good, the way he doesn't restrain his thrusts has you gasping each time his tip kisses your cervix. Your moans and his mix in a beautiful symphony that resonates in the empty dining room.

"Baekhyun don't stop I'm gonna cum" You moan as you extend your hand to bring a little attention to your clit. With two fingers your circle your swollen and needy bud. The pleasure rises again and beads of sweat roll in between your bouncing tits.

"Fuckk... I'm cumming too" he says in one breathy moan, your toes hanging on his lips.

"Aaaah yes baby" you moan finally letting go of the knot in your stomach. Your pussy tightly clenching around Baekhyun's cock, milking it to the last drop of cum.

Baekhyun then pulls out to spread the last streams of cum on your feet, which you bring in front of his pulsing cock and point out. You feel the hot liquid coat your toes and your ankles as Baekhyun cusses and moans loudly.

He then staggers to one of the chairs and crashes on it. His cock still pulsing in his fist, chest heaving and glistening with sweat.

You look at him straight in the eyes when you bring your feet to your mouth and lick them clean. The bitter and sweet taste of Baekhyun's cum fills your mouth. You close your eyes fully enjoying it, moaning against your toes on your lips. Baekhyun looks at you being this naughty with an evil glint in the eye.

"Baby you taste so good" you whisper. Baekhyun smiles, still panting and exhausted.

"Does that mean I'll get to be on top more often?" he asks.

"Hmmm..." you bring your finger to scratch your chin, fainting to think deeply.

"No" you say with a smile. You're already off in the staircase laughing when Baekhyun grumbles and pouts cutely protesting.

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