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pali-writes-atiny-bit · 7 days ago

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Going Dumb

Pairing: mean Dom!Seungmin x brat puppy!reader (assumed AFAB)

Summary: What happens when you agree to give your boyfriend Seungmin control of your orgasm for the week and then go back on your word.

WC: 2.5k

Genre: smut

Content Warning: heavy themes of BDSM and pet play, orgasm control/denial, edging, remote controlled vibrator, collar/leash, pet names (hers: good girl, beautiful girl, Pup, Puppy; his: Minnie, Min, Master), spanking, anal play, squirting, brief mentions of aftercare (please keep in mind that extensive aftercare is very important in scenes like these), degradation

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @neverendingdreams-net

A/N: a few months ago @skzdust and I were obsessed with short hair Seungmin. I listened to Going Dumb ft Stray Kids and it's like...totally a sex song. I just had to write something featuring Seungmin.

Please check out their fic here!

You went through all the trouble of breaking the rules, and you still didn't even get to cum without your Master.”

You bite back a moan and let your knees fall together, squeezing your thighs together. Despite your efforts, a whimper escapes you as when you feel the slick that is beginning to coat them. Your walls rapidly clench and unclench around the intruding vibrator pulsing against your g-spot. The vibrator suddenly ramps up to the highest setting and you squeal. Pleasure coils tight low in your belly. Your hands desperately clutch fistfuls of your skirt and your thighs tense and quiver with the strain of fighting off your impending orgasm.

When the vibrations suddenly stop, you sag into the pillows behind you, letting out a huff that's simultaneously a sigh of relief and a petulant whine at yet another stolen orgasm. You pant heavily.

“That's it. That's my good girl, my beautiful girl,” Seungmin coos at you from the laptop in front of you.

“Please, Minnie,” you plead - for relief or release you do not know.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tuts, smirking through the screen. “That's not what you should be calling me, Puppy.”

“I'm sorry, Master, please,” you say, eyes lowering.

He ponders, “I don't think so,” you pout but he continues. “Hold on until tomorrow, and I'll reward you. I need to go now, Pup. Be good. I love you.”

You respond in kind before ending the call and shutting the laptop. You flop backwards in the pillows, closing your eyes and letting the last dregs of arousal fade from your body.

You and Seungmin have been dating for a few years now. About a year ago you had started introducing elements of BDSM into your relationship to spice up the bedroom (not that your sex life really needed the help). While neither of you were necessarily into the 24/7 total power exchange, you enjoyed submitting to Seungmin now and again as much as he enjoyed dominating you.

Currently, he is gone for the week, traveling for schedules. Before he left, he had gifted you this vibrator which could be controlled from a long distance when synced over the wifi. He challenged you to give him control over all of your orgasms - he decided when, where, and how many you would get.

The first night, you both tested the waters. When he video called you and asked you to put the vibrator in, you were quick to comply. He cycled through the different vibration patterns and strength, watching your reactions carefully. Even through a camera lens he could read every single tell her body had; the way her lips curled, her eyelids fluttered, or muscles twitched. Taking his time, he gently edged you to two powerful orgasms - giving in easily when you begged him for release.

The second night, he sent you into overstimulation with 5 orgasms in quick succession. Through each of them, he kept the vibrator steadily thrumming on the lowest setting, never letting you come down completely. You were so sensitive after the third time you came that you couldn't even be certain your fourth and fifth climaxes were separate. You had begged him to turn the vibrator off. When you ended the call that night you were a shuddering puddle.

Each night since he has edged you ruthlessly, bringing you to the summit of your pleasure but denying your release. Sometimes he only brings you to the precipice once, like tonight. Other times, he has brought you to the edge two or three times. Tonight was the fourth night in a row of being denied and your body is wound so tightly.

You want so badly to relieve yourself but you refrain. Seungmin returns tomorrow. Surely he'll reward your obedience.

The next day, you come home from work in a terrible mood. The cafe you work at was short staffed through the entire lunch rush, a customer spilled hot coffee all over your uniform, and somehow your till came up almost $20 short. This isn't the first time money has been found missing, from your till specifically. You suspect one of your coworkers is stealing, but you have no definitive proof so you have been unable to pinpoint the person responsible. You let out a heavy sigh and run a hand through your hair. You know the money will come out of your next paycheck.

You don't need the money per say - Seungmin has been adamant that you should allow him to take care of all of the bills. You both know he makes more than enough to keep you both comfortable. It's just the principle of it. You don't want to have to rely on him to take care of you. Even if it is irrational, it makes you feel like you are taking advantage of his status as an idol.

You wish it didn't, but the whole situation stresses you out. Your racing thoughts begin jumbling in your brain and suddenly your uniform feels too tight. All of your focus shifts to your skin and the way it seems to prickle and itch. You pull uncomfortably at the fabric but you find no relief. Finally, you decide to just strip off the clothing and take a shower to rinse the day - and the coffee - away.

Even after the shower you still don't feel relaxed. You're just stressed. Tense. Wound tight like a watch spring.

You know exactly what would help release the tension and make you feel better. The past four nights of edging have definitely taken a toll on you. It’s been years since you went this long without an orgasm. Before you and Seungmin started dating you often masturbated to help relieve your stress. And since then you haven't had to worry about taking care of those needs yourself. Seungmin's sex drive is as high, if not higher than your own.

Stepping out of the shower, you take a look at the clock on your nightstand. It's just after 3 in the afternoon. You're not expecting Seungmin back until around 7. You bite your lip as you think - 4 hours would be plenty of time for you to take your time rubbing one out and disposing of the evidence. On the other hand, Seungming would surely punish you if he found out you gave yourself an orgasm after agreeing to hand over control to him. Still, after pondering for a few minutes you decide that you could risk chasing your release and Seungmin would be none the wiser.

You drop the towel you had wrapped around yourself, grab your favorite vibrator, and climb onto the bed. You arrange the pillows against the headboard in the center of the mattress and lean back against them. In this position you’re not quite sitting up, not quite laying down. Taking a minute to just breathe and tune into your body, you rest your feet flat on the bed before letting your knees fall open.

You set the vibrator on the bed next to you and begin caressing yourself. Starting from your thighs, you slowly drag your palms up. Feeling first the soft flesh of your hips, then your belly, and finally your breasts. You let your fingertips ghost over your nipples before repeating the sequence of motions.

By your third pass, your nipples are stiff peaks and you're beginning to feel the familiar tingling between your legs. You reach for your trusty vibrator. You switch it onto the lowest setting and a quiet hum fills the room.

With one hand you play with your breast, alternating between softly squeezing the mound and teasing the nipple with your fingers. You softly pinch the nub between your thumb and forefinger - sometimes rolling it between your fingers and other times tugging it gently. The actions send soft jolts of pleasure through your body to your pussy which begins to moisten.

Continuing to play with your breast, you begin teasing your pussy with the tip of the vibrator. Tracing first the contours of your outer lips before dragging it up through your inner lips and just barely grazing the hood of your clit. You repeat the actions, slowly working your body up until your clit protrudes from its hood and slick begins to trickle from your entrance.

You turn the vibrator up and when you touch it directly to your clit you can't help the moan that escapes you. You continue to play with yourself. You alternate between dipping the vibrator into your dripping cunt to lubricate it and circling it around your clit.

You turn the vibrator up to the highest setting and throw your other arm over your eyes. When you touch it to your clit again your whole body tenses as pleasure surges through your body. You're too engrossed in the buzzing of the vibrator and your own moans to hear the front door unlock.

Just before you're about to cum, you hear a low voice at the bedroom door, “Oh someone's been a very naughty Puppy.”

Startled, your eyes fly open and you let out a scream. Seungmin stands in the doorway - it seems he came home early and caught you red handed.

You know there is no way you can possibly talk your way out of this so when he drops his bag and points at his feet, you're quick to obey. You scramble off the bed and kneel at his feet. You sit back on your heels, spreading your legs a little wider than shoulder width, and place your hands on your thighs, palms down. You sit with your back straight but your eyes down cast.

Seungmin places a hand on your head affectionately, but you dare not look at him when he speaks. “It looks like my beautiful pet has been disobedient in my absence. I think you need to be punished.”

You watch his feet disappear from your view. You hear him fetch something from the closet before he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. “Be a good Pup and fetch your collar, would you?” He asks.

“Yes, Master,” you reply easily. You move to stand up, but are quickly stopped with a click of his tongue. “Good pups don't walk on two legs, do they? Crawl.”

You crawl to the night stand where your collar and leash are kept. You retrieve the items, hesitating only a moment before putting them in your mouth and crawling back to Seungmin.

When you arrive, he takes the collar and sets the leash to the side. He fastens the collar around your neck, sliding two fingers under the leather to ensure it's not too tight before patting his lap. You stand up and lay yourself over his lap.

“Be honest Pup, did you cum?” he asks?

“No, Master,” you whimper and he hums with derision.

“You went through all the trouble of breaking the rules, and you still didn't even get to cum without your Master,” he rubs a hand over your ass.

“While you technically didn't cum, you still tried to steal an orgasm from me even after giving me control of them. That doesn't seem very fair, does it, Pup?” He accentuates the question with a sharp swat.

You whimper and whisper, “No Master, it wasn't fair.”

“Very well,” he says, “let's start with 10 spanks. I want you to count.” He traps your legs between his own and clips the leash to the collar. He wraps the leash around one hand and uses it as leverage to keep your body flush to his legs. With his other hand he begins delivering the spanks.

You dutifully count and by the time 10 is reached, tears are leaking from your eyes, and your ass is a rosy pink that radiates heat. However, there is an undeniable heat pulsing between your legs too.

Seungmin gently teases a few fingers through your folds. “You're soaked, Pup. I think you liked your punishment.” You don't respond, verbally, but you push your hips back into his hand, chasing his touch.

“My good girl,” he praises, “you did so well. Get up on the bed, I have another present for you.”

Doing as you were told, you climb onto the bed and present yourself on your hands and knees. There's a brief pause before he moves behind you. You hear the click of a bottle cap before you feel the cold sensation of lube being drizzled over your anus. You jolt a little at the temperature but he is quick to soothe you.

This is far from the first time the two of you have experimented with anal toys, but he still takes his time opening you up. First with one finger; then two as he scissors them apart. When he's satisfied you're stretched enough, you feel the familiar pressure of a plug being pressed against your opening. You slowly exhale and push out slightly, allowing the plug to slide in easier.

When it’s fully seated, you clench around it. It feels different. Heavier. You move your hips experimentally and feel it move with you. “You got me a tail, Master?”

“Sure did, Pup, and you look so good with it. You look exactly like a bitch in heat, presenting your glistening folds to me.”

You moan sinfully and arch your back more. “Please Master, fuck me! Breed me!” you plead.

Seungmin wastes no more time. You hear the clink of his belt and the swish of fabric before you feel the bed dip behind you. He sheaths himself into your warm, wet heat with a single thrust and your mouth opens in a silent scream.

“Fuck, Pup,” he grunts. “You're so warm and tight.”

He pulls back almost all the way and thrusts back in. It feels like there's a tangled knot of pleasure deep inside your walls from all your denied orgasms. The way he drives his cock into that knot with every single thrust has you seeing stars. Pleasure quickly overrides your senses. Every thought bleeding from your mind except for one. Need to cum!

“Is Puppy going dumb on Master's cock?” He teases. “Does dumb Puppy need to cum?”

His words shake something loose in your brain. “Yes- yes- yes! Please!” You chant with every thrust of his cock. “Please, Min! Please M-m-master!”

With one hand digging into your hip, he wraps the leash around the other and tugs backward just enough to pull your head up, restricting your breathing slightly. As you grow lightheaded you hear him say “cum” and you let go, a feeling of euphoria washing over you.

Your vision whites out and all you can hear is the roaring of the blood rushing through your head. It feels like all your muscles contract along with your vaginal muscles. Your pussy clamps down on Seungmin’s dick like a vice, milking every drop of his cum. A combination of his release and your own spurts out around his cock with the force of your climax.

You feel like you're floating and your arms give out beneath you. Before you can fall face first into the bed, Seungmin catches you. He gently pulls out and maneuvers you both so he's laying down with you on his chest. He gently rubs his hand up and down your back, whispering sweet nothings like “good pup, beautiful, good girl.”

It's several minutes until your wits and motor function return for the both of you to clean up.

Seungmin runs you a bath and then changes the sheets. As you soak in the bath you wonder - was that really punishment, or was it perhaps reward?

#mirohsaurorasociety #neverendingdreams #stray kids fanfic #stray kids ff #stray kids smut #kim seungmin smut #kim seungmin x reader #pali-writes-atiny-bit

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isa-ghost · 8 months ago

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Isa my darling! Happy Birthday, albeit a couple of days early.

Seeing you screech in Philza's streams because Apollo hit you with that dodgeball yet again makes me giggle a lot.

How about since headcanon's for qPhilza's past/pre island relationship with qFit. How they got to know each other, and how quickly they became friends?

Idr if I said this on Tumblr yet but deadass I asked Apollo on my pendulum if qPhil is his blorbo and he said yes. He's been as invested in shit as me and it's been hilarious. I literally have crows yelling at me irl to keep writing rn but I'm answering headcanons first.

The entire time I've been distracted between writing these, crows have been yelling at me about it. Which. Is how Apollo communicates with me when I'm not actively talking to him through readings LMFAO.

Also thank you for the birthday wish :D [desperately hoping nothing else horrible happens this weekend please god]

Anyway qPhil headcanons masterlist let's go

Disclaimer that I didn't know of Fit before QSMP (I've only been in mcyt for 4 years monkaS) so these are gonna be largely pulled out of my ass and a lil repetitive.

These two both have experiences in anarchy and war, they've definitely brushed shoulders a couple times bc of it

They admired each other's work ofc. Phil is a macro scale kinda guy, total annihilation and victory that makes a statement. Fit's more of a micro scale kinda guy, zeroing in on one person or group individually and making their lives hell until the end in the name of surviving a little longer

On that note, I think we all sleep a little bit on the fact that Fit is Also a survivalist like Phil, just in a very different set of high stakes conditions. These two are equally skilled in it and equally sharp strategists

On that note, anyone who knew them from the past would fear the idea of them coming together to create a plan of any kind, especially of the anarchist-fueled variety. If the Federation has done their research right, they should know full well how terrifying this duo could be in an effort to dismantle their authority

Btw by brushing shoulders I don't just mean brief passings by, I mean they've like. Camped out for a night together, temporarily truced for the sake of safety in numbers, etc. More than a few conversations have been had even if the time they've spent together totals to less than a week.

However, even when they weren't actively paired together, they'd still occasionally trade or gift each other surplus resources. It was a genuine kind act, even if it simultaneously served as a reason for each of them to not come after the other. I scratch your back, you scratch mine.

Like why do you think Fit was one of the first threats on Phil's mind in Purgatory. He Knew(tm). And he knew Fit has an affinity for picking off the weak first, like a lion after a herd of antelope. To him, Purgatory was the awakening of a monster who'd been dormant for a long time.

See, present day they're QPR as fuck, they'd never do this now without 10x the pressure Purgatory put on them, but back in the day they took close notes on each other's strengths and weaknesses. Just In Case, yknow? They could very much kill each other. Back in the day they would've if it came to it, no matter how good an ally they were.

Something about how these two used to be so cold and hard to the world. Be it to self-preserve or some other reason. Something about how now they've both softened and warmed after becoming parents. They never could've imagined the other would "weaken" like this, especially back then.

Phil 🤝🏻 Fit - Phil being a historian of the deities/builds of his Hardcore World, Fit being a historian of 2B2T

A lot of this boils down to mutual respect, common interests, and secret admiration tbh. And what's more homoerotic than that?

They're both crisis preppers. Not doomsday type shit, just. Being ready for shit to hit the fan. They both come from places where life is significantly more dangerous than it is in other realms.

The crazy thing is though? Despite the above, they can't imagine being from each other's realms. Phil would LOATHE 2B2T and Fit would hate the absoluteness of Hardcore. Isolation is absolute, death is absolute. There's no wiggle room or margin for error.

With how adaptive the two of them are due to their origins, they could probably acclimate to any conditions. They'd complain about having to, especially if it was inconvenient, but they could. They used to swap tips & tricks with each other on how to improve their adaptability too.

Fit would've 100% been down to join Phil on Doomsday in DSMP. He was thoroughly impressed when Phil told him the story.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #qsmp fitmc #qsmp fit #qsmp fitza #qsmp veterans #qphil headcanons #AMFMN things #<- bc these apply to the fic

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professorspork · 6 months ago

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director's commentary sdau emerald scene

You know, I really should have seen this coming but I didn't.

Let's put it under a cut bc moderate spice and considerable length:

This scene went through more iterations and re-writes than the vast majority of its brethren.

I dug around in our chat history to find the exact moment we generated the idea, because this one wouldn't have happened without you. and you know what I learned?

it dates to mid-January 2023, which is literally before I started posting newsbees. this idea is OLD. it is some of the EARLIEST MATERIAL of sdau.

I told you I was reading this for fic research in the middle of an unrelated discussion about Emerald; you then joked that all you could think about was Emerald at the sex club giving vytal fic vibes, just bored out of her skull while people throw themselves at her, and I said I hadn't come up with a role for her yet.

you: emerald would try to go to the sex club after getting out of a toxic relationship the way blake did and then she'd be there for 15 minutes and nope the fuck out and run away me: which, actually-- she could be one of blake's one-off partners where after about 5 minutes blake's like "you are allowed to leave we really don't have to do this" and em's like OHTHANKGOD

I briefly considered a much crueler idea in which Blake witnessed Emerald and Cinder doing a scene together, but we quickly agreed that the original idea was the better one.

I haven't been able to find chat history about it, so I'm moderately certain that I didn't tell you about the fact that I'd decided to read poor Emerald for filth and give her the Mommy kink until I started showing you the scene in its original incarnation, in mid-July of 2023 (which has the benefit of showing just how long this project has taken me, lmao).

me: emerald. sweetheart. when you say mommy kink most people assume that means you wanna be coddled and not that you want to be negged. just. just saying me: emerald do you know what mothers are me: emerald

That first version of the scene differed in several keys ways from the final product, but the most crucial of those was that in the first go-around, Blake actually agreed to give Emerald her number. Em asked for it, and Blake said "Sure, I'd like that," and then the scene ended.

I sat on that for *checks time stamps* approximately 29 hours before I broke the news to you that, upon reflection, I didn't buy it; I just couldn't believe that Blake would be in a healthy enough place mentally to do that. the better and more accurate thing for the story would be for Blake to chicken out and then regret it, because she couldn't be for Em what Sun had been for her.

you: oh no why are you doing that it makes me sad me: because if blake is in a cool enough place to do that with em her actually exchanging numbers with yang doesn't hit as hard you: but now I'm so sad me: i mean it's still ME i'm sure i'll find a way for her to encounter em again before the end

(hmmm. Did I do that in the end? I SUPPOSE WE'LL HAVE TO WAIT AND FIND OUT, DEAR READERS.)

from there, once I'd figured out what the scene was truly for, it was still a lot of effort and tweaking before I got it to read how I wanted to: threading the simultaneous needles of being lowkey arousing but also inarguably unsettling from the jump, so that you're seeing those red flags but maybe, like Blake, thinking they can be overcome until it's very obvious they Can't. I struggled with how to frame it so that it came through that Blake was being... mmm, let's say reckless without crossing the line into Blake being irresponsible, and I wasn't happy with my first stabs at it. in the very first draft, after Em says says she doesn't want to discuss her burn scar and adds "There, that's a boundary, since you wanted one so bad," the prose goes 'There is absolutely no way they are fucking at this point, given Emerald's attitude, and… Blake doesn't know why she stays.'

Which: why would I tell the reader that? It's way too on the nose, and drains the scene of all tension! it also made the spanking moment read as overtly didactic in a way that I didn't like and hadn't intended, so. I tried to drill down into what I thought it was about.

adding the flashback moments to Blake's encounter with Trifa helped considerably; that wasn't in the first draft at all, though the fact that she'd had that encounter was already canon. taking a look at it again, I realized weaving those two together was an opportunity to show why Blake "lets" Emerald make this mistake and indulges her, because it's the same thing Blake went through and she understands it. massaging the tempo and timbre of my vocab took some doing so Blake wasn't in full-on panic attack mode and thus making it all seem WORSE than it already was.

and the final thing I changed was just... twisting that knife more and adding to their rapport. the original draft was brief; it went right from Emerald giving the Cinder backstory to Blake being like "congrats on past tense" and then it was the phone number ask. it was important to me to elaborate on why these two had chemistry, on how they were parallel, and on just how much they liked each other and vibed-- on just how much of an opportunity Blake was missing out on. so Blake laughing more at Em's jokes, and getting the Mercury context, that all came later.

in total, I think this scene had like five or six discrete iterations before reaching its final form.

#sdau #fic what i wrote

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plscallmeeren · 10 months ago

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S A C R I F I C E

Hermione Jean Granger x Reader

Request: yep

Summary: you've been friends with the trio since first year (they defended you as Draco mocked your father's death at the hands of Bellatrix). You and Hermione became girlfriends in 4th year after the Triwizard tournament

This starts after Harry has told them about what he needs to do etc (you are stressed so Hermione tries to make it all better iykyk) and later an interesting series of events follows the Battle of Hogwarts

Warnings: Swearing; death; injury; magical strap-on with sperm kinda thing idk (r receiving); fisting (H receiving); biting

Word Count: 2.7K+

You slouched on the couch in Gryffindor common room, picking at your fingernails as your mind sucked all the energy out of your living body.

This was big. This would change everything. Things had no business changing. Not now. Not yet.

Hermione sat down beside you slowly, leaning into the curve of your body. You sighed gently, reciprocating the pressure.

"We can do this," she whispered, hardly a breath's worth of effort to move something heavier than iron.

"I know. I do. I just... since my dad-"

"I know," she replied softly. You were inexplicably thankful that she wasn't trying to convince you not to come if she was, considering it would have been pointless. "Come on, let's go."

"Where are we going?" you asked bleakly, letting her drag you up the stairs to her dormitory. "Why?"

"Just trust me," she insisted, shutting the door firmly once you arrived, followed by a very suspicious locking spell, an even more suspicious Muffliato and a screaming Silencio.

You knew where this was going.

"'Mione, I appreciate this, but I don't think it's the time-"

She shushed you, pressing a finger to her lips before disappearing into the bathroom. You sighed. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy sex and obviously looked forward to it, it was just... you felt too worried to give anything else much energy or attention.

You sat down on Hermione's bed, crossing your legs as you stared at the Hollyhead Harpies poster on the opposite wall.

Oh, Harry.

The door to your left opened, and your jaw dropped. There she stood, your gorgeous woman, dressed in crotch-less lingerie that was lacy from the underbelly of her cleavage right down to her hips, only interrupted by some stark black lines of ribbon.

Sex was starting to sound better already.

"You really gonna keep your legs crossed?" she asked, sounding sultry and put out simultaneously.

"Hell, no," you chuckled, spreading your legs over the edge of the bed and licking your lips playfully. "You need some help there?"

"No," she said smugly, making your brows shoot skyward. "I thought considering you usually pleasure me, we should switch things up a little... I wanna give you some comfort."

You simply smirked, awaiting her as she placed the needle on the record player and let it start. Swooning soul music crooned the sway of her hips as she somewhat awkwardly sauntered in your direction.

Hermione sat down on your lap, facing you, pressing her breasts up against your own as you breathed a little heavier, enjoying the sensation of her fingers tracing - tracing everything, everywhere, desperate for something perhaps beyond your mortal body.

"Love, I need-," you started, but she cut you off with a kiss, a mourning drama of lips and promises.

"Take your shirt off. For me."

You complied easily, stripping yourself of all but vulnerability. She rolled her hips against your crotch, extracting a moan through your bound mouth.

Hermione took her time unbuttoning your pants until they were bunched around your ankles. Her teeth grazed your collarbone, pulling at your skin like a faraway pinch.

"I can't do this as well as you," she murmured, still moving languidly to match the music.

"Let me show you." Your own teeth attacked the plush of her cleavage, biting down roughly and licking along the damage with an ironic tenderness that made her moan loudly.

"Yeah, that," she replied breathlessly, diving back into your kiss with just a tad more longing. Purple marks were scattered over her white flesh. "I learned a spell..."

"Yeah?" At this point she was basically humping on your bare thighs.

She retrieved her wand from the bedside table beside her (you hadn't noticed her place it), teasing you as she waved it around indefinitely before pointing it at her pussy. You watched, spellbound, as a sort of cock grew on her - not attached to her skin, but somehow different to the so-called dildos she had told you existed in the muggle world.

"It's called a squirting strap-on. Only it feels more real this way," she whispered, pressing her hard toy against your abdomen before directing it with her own hand towards your entrance. "Lie down."

You did as she asked, lying on the soft bed as she pushed into you, making you groan.

"Fuck," you panted, watching as she disappeared into your cunt again and again. "It feels really damn good, 'Mione."

She simply nodded, concentrated on the swing of her hips to the beat of the swooning music. Her crotch rubbed against your clit by extension, creating friction that formed your mouth into an 'o' shape.

"You ready?" she whined, apparently enjoying everything just as much. You nodded. Presently, hot cum filled you up to the brim, Hermione pulling out wearily as her toy vanished into thin air.

"I think I've gotta pay you back, love."

Hermione grinned as you clambered over the bed weakly to lie over her instead. She gasped as two of your fingers toyed with her pussy, curling inside her as she writhed.

"Oh, Merlyn, (y/n)-" She interrupted herself with an unhinged moan, hips bucking up against your hand as you added another two fingers, your thumb circling her clit. You had to hold her hips down with your other hand so that she'd lie still.

"Be as loud as you like, hon'," you murmured, cherishing her pornographic whimpers and moans. She clenched around your fingers so tightly you wondered whether you could escape, but somehow you managed to thrust in and out of her continuously.

"Oh, Merlyn, oh God, oh-"

Finally you added even your thumb somehow into her tight and pulsing cunt, pressing your entire fist against her walls. She screeched, but no complaint followed as she whined.

You could feel her clenching around you convulsively, shoulder blades cutting into the mattress beneath her with all her will.

"Cum," you ordered softly, and your hand came shooting out just as she did. You looked down at the bed, covered in an entourage of slick.

She groaned, rolling over on the bed and nodding at you to get off so that she could lift the cover. You both rolled under, naked bodies pressed up against each other in something at least as intimate as your previous activity.

"We can do this," she whispered, curling into your embrace even further.

"I know. I never doubted it."

•••

some time later, at the Battle of Hogwarts

Oh hell, no.

You stood close to the door of the Room of Requirement, desperately trying to keep your way out unoccupied.

Hermione, Harry and Ron stood further off, opposite that damn Malfoy, Crabbe and Zabini, who until then, you hadn't even minded.

Times were changing.

You had been too far away to hear the preceding conversation, but it didn't seem to be going particularly well. Great pillars of fire loomed over piles of stuff, taking on shapes of almost mythologically suited faces.

They were looking for something, that much you could see. Brooms, maybe? Oh, Hermione. Why had you ever let you both get into this mess? Why didn't you take the chance when you had it and stayed at that beautiful, godforsaken river you both loved so much? Was there any scenario in which you didn't both end up here? You wanted it. You wanted it bad.

But there was no point grieving for a reality you might never have achieved in the first place. You held the door behind you open, ready for them to come, to fly, to walk, to flee, for this to finally all be over-

A gloved hand grabbed you from behind, its iron grip catching you off guard as it flung you back into the regular old corridor.

Everything spun. This wasn't supposed to happen. Hermione was still inside. Who...?

"We meet again," someone spoke softly, and next thing you knew it was all dark.

You struggled against whoever had their hands clasped around you, the frayed blinding spell cast upon you ridding you of all sense of direction while abiding enough frustration to afford a scream. The steel grip tightened even further.

"Let me go! You've gotta be fucking joking, at least give me a chance at a fair fight-"

A harsh slap across the face shut you up, but no one could steal away your grimace or your ferocious jaw.

Eventually someone lifted the spell - although by then you had been dragged over seven types of undergrowth and rubble - giving you little time to adjust to your surroundings. The nearest thicket of forest trees loomed behind you; towering trees so close together they looked like one.

They were, however, not exactly your priority.

Before you stood Bellatrix - familiar with her wild hair, wild eyes, wild gestures - the woman solely responsible for the death of your ‘blood traitor’ father. She tried to laugh, you thought, but it came out a choked cackle.

“Lookie, lookie, who do we ‘ave ‘ere? Come to join daddy,” she sang, approaching in a sort of drunken strut.

You tried to move. It wouldn’t help. You didn’t have a wand on you anymore. You couldn’t outrun magic. Behind you, someone cast the body-binding hex.

You simply lay there, watching as grinning, malicious, dangerous Bellatrix pointed her wand to her throat before speaking. The mocking sound reached into your head, slithering and oozing right where you couldn’t touch it. “Miss Granger… we would be pleased to meet you at the edge of the forbidden - no, what’s this nonsense? - legitimate forest. Then again, if you are not so pleased, I recommend you invest in a coffin. You’ll need one either way, only…”

She looked you in the eye, a smirk curling at her lips. “Will it be yours or (y/l/n)’s? The choice is yours.”

No. No. No. She couldn’t do this. Hermione wouldn’t come. Right? Hermione was the most clever person this side of Diagon Alley. She wouldn’t come for you. Surely…

Time passed slowly. Excruciatingly slow. You thought it would help if you listened to Bellatrix and Lucius’ conversation, but none of it helped. It was all catching up on who was dead already, and that was about the opposite of what you needed to hear right then.

Just when you were inwardly beginning to melt with relief, she appeared.

Bloodied, determined, bruised, beautiful.

You hated her for coming. You also loved her for it, but that part of you was significantly outweighed.

“(Y/n), are you okay?” she asked frantically, only then realising you couldn’t answer. She turned on Bellatrix, who was looking all too smug.

Hermione fired a spell at her - you couldn’t tell which - but it was easily reflected. Instead, Lucius took over, parrying with Hermione skilfully, neither of them taking a blow or giving one.

Harry appeared on the horizon of your vision, thoroughly panicked. You wondered how Hermione had escaped his and Ron’s sight.

Bellatrix looked down at you, a woozy smile playing at her features as she mouthed at you: “The final hit.”

You wanted to scream. Inside, you were. Oh, this cursed hex, you needed to do something! Harry, anyone!

But before Harry could arrive, Bellatrix lifted her hand and green shot out of it.

Hermione crumpled. She may have fought, though she knew what coming meant, but they hadn’t even bothered to pick you up off the floor or hold a knife to your neck.

Hermione fell. She had done it for you. Not a tear in her eye. Although, maybe you couldn’t tell, the way your vision swam.

Hermione was dead. What had happened to Bellatrix saying you wouldn’t get hurt if she sacrificed herself? What more could she have done to hurt you?

Hermione ended. That was that, you supposed.

•••

When you woke, you were somewhere else. And you could move.

Although weak from inner turmoil, you stood up, turning to see Harry, gasping and panting as he had just dragged you up multiple flights of stairs. You were sick of being dragged.

And then it came back to you. Gushes and streams of dread finding you like water in a desert, completing your miserable state. You almost howled in pain, but Harry clapped a hand over your mouth. Up the stairs, others were fighting. Harry didn’t look too good himself.

“Merlyn, did she actually-“

He nodded tightly. “Yeah. Bellatrix was so happy she literally flew past me and I managed to take Lucius out. She’s still somewhere in the castle. I can’t believe-“

He cut himself off, but you knew just as well what he had wanted to say. You nodded. It should have been anyone else.

You clambered off into a different passageway, eventually arriving at the great hall, which was weighed down by nothing short of disarray. Dead bodies lay everywhere while barely living ones fought standing over them. You couldn’t bare looking.

That is, until you saw Hermione.

Hermione was alive.

Hermione was fighting.

“Harry,” you said shakily, pointing at her unsurely, “did you leave Hermione behind at the forest? We’re- We’re sure she…”

“Yes,” he managed, eyes wide as he watched her fencing with none other than Bellatrix, both of them putting up an enthusiastic fight.

Your mind whirled. It made no sense.

Green began flashing between them as you and Harry hurried over to help - whether it was Hermione or not, anyone who fought Bellatrix was a friend.

She barely dodged, standing precariously as she sent back her own flash of green accompanied by Crucio.

Bellatrix hissed, waving her wand in a very complicated movement before sending a large snake flying in Hermione’s direction. She watched it in glee, too caught up in its sudden disappearance to see Hermione’s next spell coming. You had seen her mouths shape the words Avada Kedavra. You saw Bellatrix freeze, then fall. You saw Hermione turn and meet your gaze, saw her bound towards you now that you had stopped running. What did you care if you were still surrounded by oncoming and lasting death? And yet, somehow, you were surprised when she was in your arms, there, undeniably herself.

Hermione, alive.

“Oh, Merlyn, I thought- How- I saw- I mean-“

She chuckled, tugging you slowly in the safest direction possible, Harry following. “I did, (y/n). I died. But I was at this weird train station then, and it was all white, and Tonks was there for some reason - I don’t know, not like she’s dead, but maybe she’s just who I needed to see at the time.”

You nodded, still following somewhat.

“Anyway, and she told me that because I had died in sacrifice and love I was still so bound to the living, to you, that I could decide where I wanted to go. And, well, I figured you weren’t quite done with me yet.”

You laughed. “That’s so fucking trippy, hon’. I’m so fucking grateful.”

You were in a corner now, further away from all others. You smiled at each other, giddy with happiness, pressing your foreheads together. Harry was a forgotten variable in the background.

“(Y/n)?”

“Yes?”

“I love you so much. I mean, otherwise I’d be dead, right? (Y/n)…Will you marry me?”

You choked on tears. It was too much emotion. First she was dead and then she was asking you to be with her forever.

“Of course,” you whispered.

“I don’t have a ring.”

“Seriously, Hermione, I couldn’t possibly care less. We’ll buy something later to pass on to the kids. We’ll live on the river.”

She laughed. All was perfect in the world.

#fanfic #fanfiction #new chapter #romance #harry potter #smut #x reader #hermione x reader #hermione fanfiction #hermione granger #battle of hogwarts #angst #angst with a happy ending

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here-comes-the-bard · 6 months ago

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man my post from. yesterday or day before. is making me think like. i don't know what it would look like if yaevinn DID decide he was tired of being nice and just wanted to go apeshit. mostly because he's getting to the point of being like. yeah both is good tbh. i will be nice but if you fuck around you will find the fuck out.

he's very much a "my trauma did not make me kind, i made me kind. do not credit my abuser and oppressors for my kindness" person. his philosophy is something along the lines "the world was unkind to me and unkind to others, but why should i be unkind? if I didn't deserve it, neither do others. might as well be a light in a world of darkness". and honestly that's a big part of what makes him who he is. i cannot imagine yaevinn without it honestly.

but i think that's what makes it an interesting exercise. what would yaevinn be like if at some point (after asylum, it's important to note, as really that's The Big One and just kind of amplified the previous issue) he just said "being kind is exhausting and i'm exhausted so fuck this". because aside from the horrors i think it's genuinely exhausting for him to be kind in the face of unkindness. it is simultaneously an effort and an instinct for him. and it's fascinating to wonder what would happen if he not only gave it up, but just went in the opposite direction (because ngl if he just gave up on it as a whole he'd just. kinda vanish off the face of the earth and not interact with anyone).

the thing is, he wouldn't become gleefully cruel. in fact i think he'd actually really dislike it and dislike himself for it, but what else is he supposed to do? it wouldn't feel right, but it'd be all he knew because being "good" clearly wasn't working. i think he'd just feel so. empty. where his world now is filled with colors that can sometimes be overwhelming but that he wouldn't give up for anything, his world in an au where he actually gave it up would be so grey and bland that i kind of think it'd impact his mental health, to put it in a less rough way.

not sure whether he would've missed his calling as an assassin or not but considering he learned his archery and dagger techniques as self-defense i think there's a good chance he wouldn't have.

i think he would've kept a lower profile due to his shame honestly. would've gone from a little timid and anxious to nearly reclusive. wouldn't want let anyone see him like this because the feeling of being inherently bad would become a self-fulfilling prophecy. this is all he is. a monster is all he could've ever been. and yet, he does let people see it. because look what the world has done to him. how can you hold good in your heart when the world has done nothing to return it. he'd see himself in it, and he'd see it as pathetic because of that.

i just like. fr the thing is i think he'd have this constant feeling that it wasn't supposed to happen this way. he wasn't supposed to be like this, and yet there's no other path.

and he doesn't even know that there was. and he could've seen so many beautiful things if he'd kept the kindness in his heart. but how could he? why would he?

i honestly think it's something like this post tbh. just crushed under the weight of his ideals because upholding them broke and splintered every single fucking bone in his body. i might have fundamentally misunderstood the post but isn't art less about what you put into it and more about what people get out of it or something like that.

anyway sorry if you read this whole thesis, be sure to like comment and subscribe for more content that makes me kinda glad i didn't make him worse. i'm gonna make either a pinterest board or a section in his pinterest but considering he is schrodinger's Fundamentally The Same Character (both is and really isn't) i'm not sure. uhhh this is a fun character exercise if you wanna do it. it doesn't have to be an essay tho this is just how i get out my thoughts. ok bye

#the citrus speaks #this bard needs therapy #(so badly)#lemon thesis moment #also dw the likelihood of him ever being like this canonically is zero #again if something happens that makes him snap he is so averse to this that he'd just kinda. completely seclude himself.#even in this circumstance...yaevinn probably has a lair lol #also sorry this isn't super well-written lol this was on the spot and a super like. extended train of thought. not coherent #it's hard because how yaevinn is is so like. established #idk #i'm like insecure about it now but i'm posting it

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incendio22 · 2 years ago

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FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL

Chapter 26: The Result of Chaos

Sebastian gasps for air as we see Ominis lying on a hospital bed completely unconscious. I feel a terrible sensation of guilt filling my entire body, now fully understanding what Sebastian was talking about earlier. As we walk up to the bed we are speechless. I can't tell if he's breathing or not.

''There you are,'' Nurse Blainey walks up to us.

Sebastian interrupts her before she gets a chance to proceed.

''What happened?!'' he spits out.

''We don't know yet,'' she says in a soft voice. ''However, it is safe to say that he did not go to St Mungos. Do you know anything about his whereabouts the past few days?''

Sebastian and I exchange a quick look before we shake our heads simultaneously.

''Nothing, ma'am,'' I say politely. ''When will you know more about his state?''

She gives us a concerned look and looks at Ominis lying on the bed.

''I'm afraid I must wait until he wakes up,'' Nurse Blainey says and gives us a disappointed look. ''But hopefully, this is nothing that I can't fix.''

I sit down next to Ominis. He looks exactly the same as when he left. I wish he could tell us what happened, if his plan succeeded or not. Why is here unconscious. Sebastian walks around anxiously, not speaking a word. I fall asleep sitting on the floor and when I wake up the next morning I'm lying in the hospital bed next to Ominis. Sebastian walks over to me.

''He woke up,'' Sebastian says but does not look as happy as he should. ''It's bad.''

I sit up quickly, looking over at Ominis who is once again asleep.

''What happened?'' I ask Sebastian with a worried voice.

''He doesn't remember anything,'' he says in a low voice. ''I don't know what they did to him, but he doesn't even remember his own name.''

That's weird. Why would they invite him to dinner and make him forget? It's not like his family is afraid of the dark arts. They would have killed him instantly.

''The Keepers,'' the words fly out of my mouth before I finish processing the thought. ''We need to go see them.''

''Do you want me to come along or should I stay here?'' Sebastian asks softly.

''Do as you please,'' I tell him and quickly get out of bed.

We walk at a fast pace through the castle and get to the Map Chamber. I need to catch my breath when we push the door open. The Keepers are already in their portraits, unlike all the other times I've come here lately.

''What did you do to him?'' I say as I walk up to the portraits with determined steps.

''What we had to do,'' Niamh says in a calm voice, but I notice that her face looks concerned.

''Do you mind being a bit more specific?'' Sebastian spits, clearly annoyed.

The portraits go silent and exchange looks.

''The boy, your friend, has saved the future of the wizarding world,'' Percival Rackham says in a stiff voice, as if he practised what he was going to say from a script.

''How?'' I ask. ''How did he save us?''

The portraits go silent again and I feel a fury building up inside of me. Why are they being so cryptic? What are they hiding?

''He went to the Gaunt Manor for dinner,'' Niamh says as she takes a deep breath. ''The family was ready to take him back and accept him like a family member. But what they didn't know is that he mixed a sterilisation potion in everyone's drinks. His own, as well.''

I am overwhelmed. Not by rage, but by a feeling I simply cannot put my finger on. He made the entire family of Gaunt unable to reproduce? Did he brew it incorrectly? I don't know too much about the effects of a potion gone wrong, but I have never heard of anyone losing their memory because of it.

''He successfully sterilised his entire family,'' Niamh proceeds. ''His efforts were solid, but to avoid a prophecy such as this one to become real, it takes more than that.''

I don't like where this is going. The fury is taking over me.

''What did you do to him?'' I yell.

Sebastian looks shocked by my reaction, but I can see the rage in his eyes as well.

''We made sure the prophecy never can come true,'' Rackham says in a calm voice. ''And it had its cost.''

''We had to make sure that your friend, who knew about the prophecy and is directly related to it, forgot that this ever happened,'' Niamh says in a compassionate voice. ''I'm sorry.''

''But if he can never have a child, how is he a risk? Didn't he sacrifice enough?'' Sebastian asks in an irritated tone.

''He sacrificed a lot. That's true,'' Niamh replies. ''But when one is directly affected by a prophecy, it can do things to your mind. Unconsciously making sure that you will find a way to make it come true. Even if your intentions are good, the prophecy can mess with your head. So we had to erase his memory, as well as the entire Gaunt family's, as a security measure.''

I am normally a very understanding person. But at this moment I am everything but understanding. I look at the portraits with disgust. They took everything away from Ominis and he will never have it back. My breathing gets heavier as my temper heathens.

''He did not need to have his memory wiped!'' I yell at the portraits who are looking terrified of my reaction. ''You took everything from him, when he posed no threat to anything!''

''We only erased the memories related to the prophecy,'' Niamh says in her calm voice. ''However, that did include most of his memories from the last eight months.''

San Bhakar gives me a disgusted look.

''This is exactly why we should never have let you become one of us,'' he says in an arrogant tone. ''You're clearly unable to tell what's right and wrong. And this,'' he looks around. ''This is the result of your chaos.''

My eyes fill up with tears. If Ominis barely remembers what happens the last year, it likely means that in his current state he has not forgiven Sebastian. He doesn't know that he's in love with Imelda. He doesn't know that he is the best friend I have ever had.

''Some prophecies are better left untouched,'' Rackham says.

''Do you remember what I told you a year ago?'' Niamh asks me. ''I told you that there cannot be light without shadow. No happiness without sadness.''

''The prophecy only showed you the darkness, not the light that comes afterwards,'' San Bhakar says.

''No,'' I argue. ''The prophecy showed mass murders of muggles, thousands of people being tortured and having their families taken away from them. And you are willing to defend that?''

I feel a massive lump forming in my stomach. I turn around and walk out of the Map Chamber with quick, heavy steps and slam the door behind me. Sebastian runs after. In the corridor, I lean against the wall and burst into tears.

''This is my fault,'' I cry.

Sebastian puts his arm around me.

''Stop that,'' he says in a collected voice. ''You're not the one responsible for this. They had no reason to erase his memory like that. This is not on your hands, but on theirs.''

His words are comforting, but they don't help. The Keepers really are convinced that this is all my fault, so how can I disagree?

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #slytherin #fanfic #fanfiction #for the hope of it all

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twentyfivedegree · 2 years ago

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It's been awhile ever since I've been here and reading my past compositions somehow brought smile to my lips. I also notice how I wrote and it's full of errors yet I find it cute. I do hope I somehow improved now.

I've been finding a place where I can express myself through writing, how can I forget about here, I feel warm thinking I could write freely, no expectations, and no standards where I need to live up.

I have become someone who I don't know... I have become someone cruel, evil, pathetic, apathetic, worse, weak, fool, big liar, uncontrollable and addicted. I've been deceiving people whose nice and warm to me, I've been playing with them, made them believe I'm sincere and true. It all started as something fun to do, I never knew I took it so far to the point where I no longer cannot go back, it's a dilemma for me, although I know what should be done yet, I can't do it, how foolish of me to develop attachment to people I've been fooling for a long time, funny.

I can do awful things without hesitation, it feels like a normal thing to do now which is not good, even though I'm like this, I still know what's bad and good though I can't live up with it. I've been fooling myself so much and it's making me crazy. I stepped into a dream that is now a nightmare I can't escape from.

I don't like the version of myself now. I can't even take everything seriously, I've become a foolish weak who cries over something I didn't put effort into, I've become worst, my behavior towards my family and friends, I feel like there's something wrong with my head, the way I think, I perceive things, deal with things.

I've become a fool who has attachment issues and I hate it, I hate being attached to people, I'm trying to control myself, trying to make things right.

I've been a player who's in relationship with many people simultaneously, appearing as a sincere lover that has nothing to hide, I think my personality stinks so bad that it can be deadly.

I think I am so lonely to the point where I create my own friends and imagine things with them.

I regret showing everything to my friends because now that I feel exposed, I no longer appear as something important and must be checked upon. I feel jealous which sucks and disgusting. I am a fool waiting for a mere chat, trying so hard to make connections with people that I can't reach and completely out of my league, I'm such a foolish individual who thinks that everything can go in my way.

I failed tests, failed my family, failed myself. I don't know what's going on with this life anymore.

Sighs.

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wayward-imp · 3 months ago

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There are roughly 3000 pieces in the EPP quilt top I'm working on, plus however many end up being in the crazy quilted inlay I have planned. I am working in batiks and fussy cutting my patterns from irregular prints, planning my layout as I go because color is important in my design and color is relative. So each piece takes probably a total of half an hour on average to cut the template, cut the fabric, glue the fabric to the template, finish planning my layout, and stitch into the whole. I work in batches, which speeds some of it up, but planning takes a lot of time. But there are lots of little repeating pieces, which go a bit faster, and are probably fully half the pieces in this quilt top.

So let's say, conservatively, that it will take me 1500 hours to complete the quilt top (again, not counting the inlay, which is a different kind of insanity, nor anything I've had to tear out and do over because it didn't feel right). At $27 an hour, that's $40,500. The inlay will probably add another $10k to that.

My friends and family have been watching my progress through this project, and my mother in particular is very insistent that I should display it in at least one show once I've finished it. My friends insist that I should hang this work of art on the wall when it is done. I am equally insistent that I fully intend to just snuggle under this thing on the couch for the rest of my life. That's my intention in making it. Even with as much time as I put into it, I will still get decades more of beauty and joy out of using it. So who cares if the monetary value of my time and materials exceeds the cost of a starter apartment deposit in Seoul? Who cares if it would, if priced commercially, be the most valuable thing I own, and yet I will probably still semi-frequently spill tea on it?

Labor in the arts is woefully undervalued, and especially so in fiber arts and other useful arts. It's good to notice what the labor value of my work would be, if I were working commercially and paid fairly for my labor. It helps me to respect my own efforts a lot more.

But there is room in my mind to hold that thought and realize simultaneously that being valuable is not what I am creating my art for. I'm making a quilt because I want something snuggly and beautiful in all my favorite colors. I'm making a quilt that reflects a photo I took in a specific moment when I paused to consider the beauty in an otherwise miserable day. I'm making a quilt because I have tons of down time as a disabled person and it gives me something to do with my hands. I am making a quilt, and my quilt is art, but I am making it to live with.

I was curious about what my wage and time, plus materials, would bring the cost of a foundation paper pieced and handquilted king size quilt to...and...

Okay, anyone willing to pay this amount will be enough to convince to make something this...outrageous. it'll close commissions for a year or two, and require frequent breaks so I don't burnout.

$23,800 USD.

$27× 900 hours + cost of materials (batting alone will be $200, 25 yards of fabric will be about what i need, i'll kill several rotary blades with all the cutting, and likely go through at least two spools of thread) = final cost

That amount of money will be what it takes to convince me to make this. If you're willing to pay for one of these now, hmu. I'll make the listing.

If you want just a king size quilt top, that's still $6150 USD. I'll need around 25 yards of fabric, a couple spools of thread (or a cone), and two to three rotary blades. This will take around 200 hours for traditional piecing. Foundation paper piecing will add another 100-200 hours easily because I have to print each section of each block, cut them out, fold along the seam lines, cut all the fabric, sew the fabric to the paper, press each seam, trim, rinse and repeat many times, sew the blocks together, remove the paper (sooooo many pieces), make the rows, and sew the rows together. So foundation paper piecing will bring the top to $11,650. For just the quilt top.

If you're 100% certain you want a king size quilt, and you're able to pay, let me know. I'll put the commission listing up for you, and promptly close commissions until further notice.

Money is good incentive.

#fiber arts are fine arts #value labor in art #sometimes art is more important for how you live with it #I honestly don't think I'd put this kind of effort into making the quilt just to display it #And I definitely wouldn't put this kind of effort in just to sell it #Not even if someone WAS willing to pay me $50k to do it!#quilts #EPP #english paper piecing #La Passacaglia

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phoenixcatch7 · 7 months ago

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Ladies and gentlemen please welcome to the stage my newest hero forge model!

Good grief this colour scheme fought me.

This is an au (?), a crossover between ff7 and Belle/The Dragon and the Freckled Princess, which takes place half in reality, and half in a futuristic virtual world simply called U, where the main character (Belle) debuts as a singer as a way to process the trauma of her songwriter mother's death. The technology of U enables it to create virtual avatars that 'draw out the user's hidden strengths', whether they like it or not.

As you might have guessed, this is what a young sephiroth stumbles upon, finding an escape from the labs and something captivating he's never heard before - music.

The vr world is always something that's absolutely fascinated me, and the expressive, vibrant, community based world in belle is really different to the normal scifi dystopian armpit of society that it often gets presented as, so of course I loved it immediately. Much closer to the real world comparison of vr chat than what the scifi novels present it as XD.

But the themes of escape and being thus able to process trauma is something else, that I really wanted to explore with sephiroth. I've made a couple of aus already, but this is the first one I've knuckled down and designed.

It's a pretty young sephiroth, starting just before/at the start of ever crisis and the wutai war, but in U he's aged up just enough for people to let him roam unsupervised, as it seemed to do for belle. I'm thinking late teens/vaguely androgenous first year at uni kid.

I made the build a lot slimmer and a bit shorter than his adult self, and all round a much less intimidating figure, less passively scary and off putting. Give this kid a chance to not stand out so immediately. And with the themes of finding yourself, processing trauma, I thought it'd be very interesting to think about how that might present, as reclaiming bodily ownership and autonomy. To this end, I added the tattoos, the sleeve on the arm (I was thinking a wing or animal? But I like the vague patterns, the tattoos most meaningful part is its existence as decoration), and the face markings as a nod to the original belle, who becomes an aunt/mentor figure during the story. And a piercing or two and a couple rings 🤭

The black and white hair, because I couldn't bear to get rid of the white entirely (and he should own it) and as an idea of what his hair might have been without jenova cells - both hojo and Vincent have black hair. Tied back a li'l fancy so he can have some pride and effort in his appearance, expose his face a little more without hiding it behind those awful bangs. I imagine it longer than the model goes, but eh. The eyes... I dithered over slits, or blue eyes, but in the end green is just his colour, you know? But a way to escape those unique pupils, the inhuman, the strange ones, I imagine it's something young him would jump at the chance for. Just to be normal.

The wings, they represent the wings of his safer/seraph true form, with that purple stripe rather than the fade but hero forge doesn't do wing patterns (yet) :(. Coming out of his lower back rather than his ribs like his black wing does, I'd put more but his hair needs some presence XD.

The outfit was a TRIAL but we got there. I wanted something modern and sorta k-pop young idol, but practical to fit his standards. I eventually managed something that struck that balance, I'm a lot happier with it than I thought I'd be! It's something you could see simultaneously on a strobing stage and on a final fantasy battlefield lol. Please imagine as many belts as you want! The headpiece thing is supposed to be one of those head mics, but it didn't convey the vibes so I gave him a proper mic as a prop ^^.

If you look at the gloves (white to og sephiroths black) - and the pendant - you'll see tubes of mako coming in and out of his arms. This is a nod to the fact that he (is heavily traumatised and objectified) was, as far as he knows, made up of mako, a weapon, a tool, made to find the promised land of infinite mako for shinra, charged up with it like a battery, woven into his dna, more cyborg robot than human all his life in the sterile labs. Again, it's ✨self expression through acknowledging and processing trauma✨

I'm also sooooo delighted with the face, the expression, I really am!! I wanted to try and capture a muted wonder and triumph, a brightness in the eyes. He's just performed his first proper song to the roaring applause of the crowds, proving his worth on his own without the labs, without slaying hundreds for a war other people believe in. He's built an identity outside of shinra, and it's good.

I tried to make it look like young sephiroth kinda sorta, but I'm face blind so if you've read this far, tell me how I did XD?

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ch4nb4ng · 3 years ago

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Evil Roommate

pairing: leeknow x afab!reader, roommates enemies to lovers

warnings: softdom!lino, cheating (mentioned), making out, grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering penetration, cum play (?), praise

requested : yes!

word count 6.2k

summary: the new roommate was a handful. lazy, disrespectful, arrogant, and a whole bunch of other negative things. but wow, you were sexually frustrated and he, well, attractive, was an understatement.

“Can you actually like, wash your kitchen utensils when you're done using them?”

The amount of huffing and puffing you have heard from your new roommate in the past two weeks was ridiculous. If you had a dollar for every time he had gone against anything you had politely asked for, you would be rich by now, and definitely stable enough to move out and away from him.

“I will,” he mumbled, mouth stuffed with half of the carrot he was chewing on, very loudly, “can I not enjoy my food first?”

“No,” you replied without hesitation, giving the fakest of smiles in return, “you should do it before you eat.”

Another eye roll from Minho was like water off a duck’s back.

“I'd also appreciate it if you didn’t talk to me with your mouth full of food either.”

“What the fuck is your problem?”

You coughed, turning on your hills to face a very unimpressed roommate. His stare was eye shattering. Yes, he was very, no, extremely good looking. However, every single thing that made up his personality could not be more different to you. Sloppy, messy, lazy. Took no responsibility for any of his actions, especially the high pitch noises (that obviously were not his) you would hear from his room in the early hours of the morning. You would pinch your pillow together, praying extremely hard that the noise would stop, and by the time it did, you would get maybe 2, 3 hours of sleep. College was becoming tiring, not only from staying up to complete assessments, but the lewd noises you could hear from at least 2 people in his room. Your blunt attitude towards Minho’s unhygienic and disrespectful habits were definitely justified.

“What are you talking about?”

“Why do you nitpick everything I do?”

Your jaw dropped, completely dumbfounded.

“Me? Nitpicking you? Please,” you scoffed, “you don't clean up after yourself ever, you leave your dirty clothes everywhere, and don't even get me started on the fact that I barely get any sleep because of your wild sex adventures with other people that occur almost every weeknight, when you know I have to wake up early to go to class next day.”

A combination of frustration and exhaustion could be heard through the harshness of each breath. The smirk that appeared on his face was absolutely punch worthy. What on earth was there to be so cocky of?

“My wild sex adventures,” he paused taking a bite of the dreaded carrot, “please, tell me more about my wild sex adventures.”

His tongue was now obviously pressed against his cheek, a devil coated smile still very apparent on his face. The longer he was looking at you like that, the hotter your cheeks became. Pure anger began to course through you; all he had to do was sit there and look pretty. It was definitely enough for you to get the green light to slap him across the face.

“Shut the fuck up,” you hissed, “I don’t need to explain how I can hear them moaning your name every night, or the banging I hear from wall to-”

“Hmm,” he hummed, “you seem to be listening very well.”

Distracted by your anger for a brief moment, you gasped suddenly, feeling Minho’s fingertips at your sides. You turned around, swatting his hands away, giving him that slap that you felt you had earned across the face.

“Who the fuck said you could touch me?

“Did you just fucking slap me?”

“Yes I fucking did,” you spat, “what do you take me for?”

“You know what you’re right, but you walk around here with a stick up your ass. I hear you on the phone to your friends, complaining about how you don't get any action from anyone.”

You stood there in disbelief. “So you’ve been eavesdropping on my convos as well?”

“Well it’s kind of hard not to hear, you know, the walls in this house are kind of thin.”

Your jaw clenched, his eyebrows furrowed, the conversation was at a stand still.

“Can you get to the point please?”

“I sure can sweetheart,” the name sending a shiver down your spine, “if you're that sexually frustrated, go and do something about it instead of taking it out on me?”

A laugh that you didn't even know you were capable of bellowed from your chest. You stumbled back, grabbing onto stool behind the bench for support.

“Me? Sexually frustrated? Please,” you huffed, “I’m not sexually frustrated, and it definitely has nothing to do with you.”

Another scoff escaped your lips as you shuffled back to your room. Closing the door behind you, a heavy sigh came from your chest as you sat on the edge of your bed. How on earth was he able to read you like that? So well and so accurate? It was all you could think about, not to mention the fact that it was also night time simultaneously.

You let your body fall onto your bed sheets. The feeling of restlessness was consuming your body. As you crawled into bed, you looked straight into the ceiling. Why were you thinking about his words so much? Were you really taking it out on him? You shook your head, mentally slapping yourself for even considering the thought.

Minho was a lazy slob who was extremely inconsiderate of others, especially you. But why was the thought of his fingers on your sides becoming the main source of agitation.? The silence of your thoughts was deafening, but they were easily interrupted as soon as you heard the door open, a high pitched voice followed what felt like the most ludicrous creek you had ever heard. ‘I should really put some oil on the door huh?’ You paused for a couple of seconds, this time physically face palming yourself for the dumb excuse you had made to see who he had decided to bring over to accompany him tonight. Legs completely ignoring your brain, you were out of bed, hand twisting the knob and peeking a look at the poor girl that would be subjected to Minho’s torture tonight. Tip toeing out of the doorway, you kept the weight of a feather on your toes, making yourself as invisible as possible.

“Y/n?”

Your pink panther stance of attempted deception looked utterly ridiculous and not sly at all was extremely confusing to the two. You quickly relaxed into a normal stance, the fakest of smiles coming across your face as you see who it is he brought home to have his way with.

“Chaeyeon… heyyy,” you lingered, “I didn’t know you were coming over.”

You would have been happy with literally anyone else. But Chaeyeon? Chaeyeon? It’s like she was your number one arch rival. Minho knew how much you hated her, yet he still let her come over. Everything about her you could not stand, not to mention the fact that she home wrecked your last serious relationship. Even though it was a while ago, you can forgive but not forget, her face being a constant reminder of your hurtful past.

“Oh hey Y/N,” she almost signed, her amount of excitement to see you matching yours, “I didn’t know you lived here.”

The arm he had around her waist made you sick.

“There’s a lot of things you don't know about me,” you mumbled, foot swaying back and forth, eyes focused on said foot.

“Okay, so you guys have had a little reunion,” Minho interrupted. Anything would have been better to break the awkward silence than his sarcastic comments, “we’re gonna go to my room now.”

“NO!” you interjected, covering the hallway with every bit of your being, “I mean, what’s the rush huh? Changbin is coming over as well.”

You paused, Minho’s face clearly cussing you out if yelling was inappropriate at this current moment.

“Uh no thanks Y/N-”

“We should all hang out!”

The excitement coming from your voice was so inauthentic, it was hard to miss.

“Yeah! Let’s all hang out,” you walked behind them, placing a hand on each of their backs and you hurried them to the couch, “I’ll get some beers in the fridge.”

“I actually only drink vodka,” Chaeyeon yawns, obnoxiously twirling her hair, her other hand aggravatingly high on his thigh.

“Oh that’s totally fine,” you gritted through tightly clenched teeth, “we have a bottle in the fridge, I’ll grab that for you as well.”

You scuffled back over to the fridge, mentally cursing yourself as you grabbed the necessary beverages. The confusion you were giving yourself about why you were putting in so much effort to spend time with the two people you literally hated more than anything was mind baffling

“So,” you began again, passing a Corona to Minho, a glass to Chaeyeon, “how have you been finding your course so far?”

You sat the Smirnoff and Orange juice on the table. Yes, you were being nice, but not nice enough to pour the drink for this bitch.

“Oh it was so great,” she smiled, “Jisung and I were living together, it was, well, a dream really.”

The feeling of your nails became prominent in your fists as your fingers caved in. The mention of his name was enough to make you see red, let alone the idea of them being happily together. The itch of your eye begging to roll was becoming too prominent, so much that you had to get up and walk away for a second. You stood up abruptly, confusion etched into Minho’s features. You didn’t want to make this a big deal, but the fact that she continued to gloat about it, long after you stopped listening was enough to reach your breaking point.

“I think I heard my phone ringing from my room, it must be Changbin.”

“I don't think I hear anything,” Minho smirked, plastering his lips on the edge of the bottle. The way his lips wrapped around the tip of the warm glass was something you ‘accidentally’ became fixated on. You puffed your cheeks, storming to your room and somewhat aggressively shutting the door behind you. Scrambling for your phone on the bedside table, you panicked, unclear mind as you scrolled through your phone contacts. You paused, an inducing amount of oxygen filling up your lungs. It did little to calm the irritated tingling sensation in your fingers.

Changbin’s name had finally popped up on your phone after what had felt like a lifetime.

“Hello?”

His voice was husky, guilt panging your chest as you realsied you had probably woken him up from his not very often deep slumber.

“Changbin,” you gasped, “you know how much I love you right?”

“What do you need me to do?”

You snickered at his words. He had been your friend for too long to know that those words would never be said unless you needed something.

“Can you come over,” you pleaded, “Chaeyeon is here with Minho because he invited her over late at night, and I told them you were coming over?”

“Jesus Y/n,” Changbin sighed, a playful chuckle tickling your cheek, “so you want me to come over and make Minho jealous?”

“Wait no wtf,” you jumbled, “make Minho jealous? I just want you to flirt with me and Chaeyeon so she leaves.”

“Mhm yeah,” he chuckled once more, voice laced with sarcasm as he spoke, “I’ll come over, but if you don't sleep with him by the end of the night, I’m gonna be extremely disappointed.”

“Yeah okay whatever just get your ass over here now.”

And with that you abruptly ended the phone call, Changbin giving you no peace of mind. Were you this easy to read by everybody? A frustrated sigh exploded from your chest. The games your head and your heart were playing with were helping you come to no resolution. You sat on your bed, thoughts were running crazy. Now would be a really great time to just put on Netflix and curl into bed, have some snacks and fall asleep, chip trail on ur chest to be found in the morning.

You were interrupted by the very loud knock on the door. Sprinting like your life depended on it, you were relieved. Seeing Changbin’s face had never before given you so much joy.

“Changbin,” you shouted, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace.

“Y/n what are you doing-”

“Shut up and go along with it,” you mumbled into his chest, letting up, but still keeping your body tightly wounded against his. Minho’s jaw became clenched, or were you just imagining things?

Regardless of what it was, your brain quickly shifted to the way Chaeyeon was eyeing Changbin up and down, almost like it was the first time she had ever seen an attractive male. ‘She definitely wasn’t looking at Minho like that when he walked in’ you thought, an unconscious smirk coming to mouth. You bit down on your bottom lip, an extremely poor attempt at masking the satisfaction of your goal being achieved so easily. One step closer to kicking her out, for good, because there was no way you weren’t talking to Minho after this about making an explicit declaration of her abandonment from this house.

“Minho,” he smiled, earning a nod, “Chaeyeon,” he smirked, an almost gag spilling out of your mouth.

“Changbin,” she followed, repeating his smirk, “long time no see.”

She gulped, engulfing a large sip of alcohol into her wicked mouth.

“Let’s play a game!”

“A game,” you questioned, raising an eyebrow, “why would we play-”

“I think that’s a great idea!”

You turned to look at him, a puzzled expression still very apparent on your facial features.

“Get the vodka out from the fridge, and let’s get started.”

***

Two bottles of vodka down, and what looked like 8 bottles of Corona sitting empty on the table, the games that were being played were becoming more difficult to comprehend. Sound of giggle and laughter constantly filled the room as everyone slowly began to lose their minds to the intoxication.

“O-okay, never have I e-ever, done a sexual act in public.”

Filters of chuckles and laughter filled the room as everyone, but you took a sip.

“What?” she asked, offering you her fake sympathy, “you’ve never done anything like that before?”

“I-I mean,” you stuttered, the look of confusion was evident, “I don’t think I have-”

“Yes you have.”

All eyes were snapped open and pressing into Minho’s skull as he began to converse.

“Pfft, no I have not,” you scoffed, taking another swig. An eye roll left came from Minho, followed by a sound of what seemed to be disgust as he shot gunned his current bottle.

“Yes you have,” he nagged, playfully hitting your shoulder, “I saw you.”

Complete silence fell over the room as he words lingered in the air. You genuinely had no idea what he was talking about.The feeling of the room had suddenly changed. His eyes became soft, fixated on nothing but the way your body slumped against the rough material of the couch.

Your mind began to drift. Thoughts floating into earlier scenes of the night. The closeness of his breath fanning your neck ever so softly, palms spread across your hips. The idea of marks on you swimming into your head. God that would feel so good. Letting him grab you and throw you onto his bed. Climbing up your frame, starting from the bottom of your legs, keeping a tight grip on your inner thighs. The feeling of faint lips stealing every inch of your being, tantalisingly hitting every, single, spot, finally reaching your-

“Y/N? Y/N!”

The feeling of Changbin's shaking your shoulders definitely brought you back to reality. His hands did feel nice, but they weren’t the ones you were longing for. Your head was thrown back, disbelief filling you as your mind continued to fill the gutter.

“When?”

As you moved closer, you giggled, placing your finger tip across his knee. You let them dance, index fingers tapping away at the skin you so desperately wanted to see in this moment.

“Mr. Lee Minho, when did you see me?”

“I’m not saying it here in front of-”

“Who? Chaeyeon?”

Your prowling continued, bodies even closer as you slowly began to climb him like an inanimate object. This would have been completely awkward sober. Nothing about this was romantic in the slightest. To an outsider, or Changbin and Chaeyeon, you were right there, situated across Minho’s lap. It wasn’t quite a straddle, it was just something. They both stayed quiet, paying little attention to your animalistic act, already focused on feeling each other up. Or so you assumed, seeing as they didn’t say anything. All that was heard was the sound of the front door. You snapped your head for a quick moment, eyes scanning the emptiness the room suddenly felt.

“It was in the car.”

Minho’s words felt heavy, like he had more to say.

“The car?”

You were taken aback, face moving away from the closeness of his. Part of your brain clicked, remembering exactly what he was talking about. With Jisung. The memory of hurt was quickly forgotten as the feeling of Minho’s palms spread across your body was bringing you to life. The adrenaline came all at once. Your mind was telling you to move away, but your body was saying something else, affirming it’s position.

Minho was leaning in, barely any spaces between the two as his fingertips began to spread lower and lower, firmly gripping either side of your ass as he moved you closer. A helpless whimper escaped your lips as you felt your legs tighten, heat running down to your core, quickly. What the fuck was happening right now?

“You were on top of him,” he whispered, pulling your hips against him once more, “just like this.”

“F-fuck,” was all that managed to slip out of your lips. This was becoming difficult. So difficult to say no and move away. You knew it was the right thing to do. Things would just be awkward and you could go back to hating him. No matter how much you tried, how much you wanted to, you were powerless. Every fiber of your being was being given up to him. You leaned in closer, foreheads now touching as you looked at him. His gaze was anything but lacklustre as his jaw became tense. His body began to ache simultaneously with yours. The pressure was becoming too much.

“Do you want this?”

“What?”

A small whine escaped you at the loss of his tips gripping your body. They quickly made their way to either side of your face. Your body began to rock back and forth on it’s own. You had become desperate for any sort of friction that you could create.

“I said, do you want this?”

“Do you?”

His expression made you nervous. It was hard to read. All you could see was the black substance of his pupils enlarge, increasing in diameter by the second. Almost like a supernatural being was possessing him.

“Fuck,” you grunted, wrapping your hands around his neck to steady yourself on top of him, “you’re making it hard to say no.”

Things were already becoming hazy the longer you stayed. A huff of frustration came from him as he was giving all his effort not to give into the way you were rubbing your dampening heat against him. It was like a drug he could not refuse.

“Kiss me if you want me.”

He huffed, the edge of his lips just barely brushing against the tip of your nose.

“Kiss me, and give me the green light.”

You waited a moment, any part of your brain that wasn't concentrated solely on his palms digging into your sides trying to reason. You looked at him once more. His eyes, nose, lips. His lips.

“Fuck it.”

He was quick to work, pushing you down to lie flat against the couch. A small kiss to your lips was felt as he pulled away, lifting his arms up and throwing his shirt to the floor at Usain Bolt pace. The smirk on your face was too easy for him not to see.

“You like what you fucking see don’t you?”

“Just shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

Of course. Of course he was still that arrogant cocky motherfucker that you could not stand. The one who never cleaned up after himself. Or took too long in the shower for the hot water to run out. All of these evil perceptions you had of your roommate were disappearing as his lips were gently placed onto yours. It was a little too slow for your liking, but it was deep. Boy, was it deep. Each movement of his tongue was made with so much precision as he lowered himself onto you. His thighs were clenched, a soft groan could be heard against his lips as his groin pressed into you. Holy fuck, were you really doing this? It was so wrong. Everything in the world was saying to stop, stop this.

“Mm- wait,” you paused your hands on his chest to push him away, “wait.”

A flash of panic waved over his eyes as he quickly jumped off of you, face palming the floor.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you-”

“I’m fine,” you interjected, giggling at the never been seen care and caution he had for you, “I just don’t think we should do this.”

“Oh,” was all he could say. You kept your gaze lowered; looking at him would have made you feel so guilty. The feeling of regret started to seep into your bones, but you couldn't tell: was it regret of this ever happening, or was it regret from stopping? Your head was too muddled to even attempt to comprehend what had just appended. The only sound that could be heard was your scuffed footsteps, quickly pacing back to your room and shutting the door, hard. The loudest sigh known to earth could be heard on the opposite side of the room as you let your body collapse. The ache between your legs was growing by the second; and as much as you tried to suppress the feeling of Minho’s lips on yours, fingertips dragging along your sides. No. It was much easier this way. Setting boundaries as roommates seemed to be a better idea for the long run.

But the long run was boring. You would both have to pretend that this never happened. Having other people over for sexual purposes would just be awkward now; the more you thought about it, the realisation, and the jealousy hit that you had already crossed said boundary. And maybe that’s why your feet had dragged you to the front of his bedroom door. How the fuck did you get here? You brought your knuckles to the wooden frame, door becoming slightly ajar as you gently knocked. Minho’s snapped his head around, covering himself quickly as you walked in. You cocked your eyebrow, a face of confusion apparent on your face.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he huffed, turning back to his previous position, “what do you want?”

You wanted to just walk out. Mind your business and just leave. But it was hard, quite literally. The imprint of what you assumed to be Minho’s naked lower half painfully pressing into the sheer sheets that was covering him. He paid you no more attention, giving you all the power to initiate whatever it is you wanted to initiate. You slowly crept in beside him, nuzzling your head into the back of his neck as he groaned in annoyance.

“Y/n, what the fuck are you doing in my bed?”

“Hmm, I think I changed my mind,” you whispered, reaching around to grab him. A blunt hiss escaped Minho’s lips as your action made him turn around. He was so close to you now. So close that you could feel his breath spreading across your left cheek.

“Are you being serious right now?”

The look on his face was unimpressed to say the least.

“Yeah, I mean,” your voice was calm as your hand began to take flight, sliding down to the base of his shaft, “we’ve already crossed the line, let’s go a little further.”

“Oh yeah?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He grabbed you by the wrist that was currently on him, pulling it away and climbing on top of you. Both hands now leaving his side, securely attached onto both wrists as he pinned them down above your head. Nose clumsily tickling yours as he reattached his lips to yours. The feeling of his lips was much softer and calmer than before, almost like he was protecting you. Wanting to keep the moment so delicate, though the way his bare hips involuntarily grinding against your clothed core was far from it. A soft whimper came from your lips, vibrating against his. A soft chuckle was heard from Minho as he pulled away; it made you nervous. To be more specific, the way that arrogant, mischievous smirk that you knew all too well was spread across his face.

“You’re so responsive to me,” he growled, quickly planting another one on your lips before sliding down to your jaw, then your neck, stopping at your chest. Nothing needed to be said as you quickly discarded your shirt, silently thanking your past self for not wearing any underneath. Minho situated himself in front of your now bare chest, waist sitting against your heart as he took one nipple into his mouth, fingers enclosing around the other. A loud whine left your lips, back arching in reaction to him. He looked up, satisfied filling his body as you weren’t able to return his gaze, head already rolled all the way back as he continued his playful assault.

“It’s so cute,” he mumbled between kisses, “so responsive and I’ve barely done anything.”

His lips travelled down the center of your stomach, dipping dangerously closer to where you wanted him most. His continuous rhythm between kisses was immaculate. Any of the incoherent sounds you made, or the crude remarks he made were left unsaid.

“Fuck,” you hissed, painfully throbbing at the way Minho played with the waistband of your panties.

“Not fun to be teased y/n,’ he paused, making sure you were looking at him, “is it.”

A pang of guilt hit your chest for a moment. I mean, it’s not like you did it on purpose, right?

“Minho I’m-”

“Save it,” he scoffs, “whether you did it on purpose, or not, I’m not gonna let you have it so easily.”

His fingers stopped their performance across your hips, continuing a little lower than before. The smirk came to his lips once more, index finger running down your slit. The friction was fierce, but not fierce enough. You wanted, no, you needed more. All he could do was smile at your mercy.

“So fun to tease darling, but you’re gonna have to be more vocal if you want these panties off.”

“Minho please,” you whined, “for fucks sake.”

You bucked your hips forward, desperate for any more contact from the bare minimum he was giving you.

“That doesn’t sound very nice to me.”

“Minho please, please, please,” you whispered, voice becoming super weak, “fuck me, or finger me, anything please, I need to feel you.”

“Now that’s more like it,” he smiled, finally pulling your panties down. You have never lifted your hips faster in your life. The vulnerability of your naked body was somewhat confronting, but your brain was so fogged out from the immense teasing, you cared little.

“Fuck,” he gasped, spreading you effortlessly with two fingers, “you’re so wet for me, aren't you?”

The heat in your cheeks rose as you became embarrassed at his words. Minho didn’t know this, but feeling humiliated was something that could make you cum on the spot. Words intended for insult went through your ears and straight down to the core, the heat becoming like an intense fire igniting in your body as one of his hands moved along your inner thigh, the other gently beginning to circle around where you needed him most.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, “oh my god Minho please, more.” Your voice was becoming needier by the second, but the longer it went on, the less you seemed to care. His tongue was now a factor coming into play, small kitty licks lapping your clit at a suddenly fast pace. Your legs are already trembling, but Minho does more to appease, hooking his arms under and around your thighs to stop the flustered look on your face. It was confronting how quickly he was getting you to your high.

“Please,” you sighed, eyes hazed as you attempted to look down at the way his tongue was on you. The combination of him sucking on your clit, then pushing it through your entrance almost made you scream. However, the noises that came from your mouth were small, heavy pants, progressively getting louder and louder the tighter the knot in your stomach became.

“Do you wanna cum princess?” His voice was whiny, mocking the tone you had used earlier. You nodded ferociously, knowing any attempt to speak would come out horse or just broken.

“Such a good girl,” he purred, replacing his tongue with two fingers, “but if you want to cum, you’re gonna have to beg for it once more.”

“You’re such a fucking dick,” you groaned, an attempt of grinding your center onto Minho’s fingers failing miserably, “you’re being so unfair.”

“I’m unfair?” he scoffed, beginning his digits back to a bare minimum pace, “you’re the one

who was teasing me all night. I know Changbin is like, your best friend so there was no chance you were bringing him back to fuck him. Then you start to kiss me, hard and fast may I add, AND THEN ! you aren’t sure and you leave me to pretend like nothing happened.”

There was no witty comeback you could say in response because he was right. You were the one who has done the teasing for most of the night.

“You looked so fucked out right now baby,” his tone coming back to a calming medium, “begging for me to make you cum, which I can do right now,” he paused, climbing back to your side, lifting your left leg to continue his easy access to ur clit, “or you can beg even more to have my cock inside of you. The choice is yours.” You swallowed, hard. How could he say something so filthy? Out of all the times you had heard him bring other girls over, he would never talk like this. It was always so nice and calm, full of praise and compassion. Maybe they didn’t act like cock teases and let him just have what he wanted.

“C-cock,” you mumbled, pushing your backside against his now pulsating cock, “please give your cock sir.”

“Ooo sir, I like that one, but you’re gonna have to do more if you want me to fill you up princess.”

Words were becoming extremely hard to not only facilitate in your mind, but put them on your tongue and get out to him. He knew this. He knew your were on the brink of collapsing in cum, but the torture was too entertaining for him nonetheless. Although you're frustrated with him was increasing, you couldn’t lie to yourself that the way he was using you like a sex toy was turning you on. After being up his ass so long with rules around the house and how you wanted things done, it was nice to finally let go. Submit to his rules instead of yours.

“P-please Minho, sir’ you panted, head turning to look at the sadistic face of enjoyment he was having from this, “I’ll do anything, a-anything to have your cock inside of me right now.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Okay then tomorrow morning, you have to make me breakfast, AND wash my dishes.”

“Seriously,” you panted, “that’s what you're thinking about right now?”

“You said anything.” He shrugged, suddenly taking his fingers away from your dripping core. A gasp of disappointment came to your lips at the loss of delicious contact. Minho sat up, ducking under your leg, and positioning himself right back to where he was previously. However, this time, he was on his knees. Although you were touching it before, you really hadn't had a chance to look at how big it was: way more than what you expected. He stroked himself a couple of times, making sure not to get carried away with himself before he pushed it between your folds, letting his pre-cum mix with your juices. He slowly descended into you. Jaws dropping simultaneously, you gasped. The way he was stretching you out did burn a little bit, but once he was fully inside, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Minho waited until the look of slight discomfort faded from your features.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip and he slowly pulled himself back out. He kept a consistent, yet slow pace as leaned in closer to you. He was now hovering over, letting his face become buried into the middle of your breasts. The feeling was so immaculate, you were desperate to cling onto something for support.

“Dig them into me,” he groaned, strangling his vocal cords, “dig your nails into my back and scratch me like your life fucking depends on it.”

Perfect. You did as he pleased, a loud moan of his name wrestling from your lips as you felt the red marks appear on his backside. The pressure from before was already building in your stomach again, and he could tell. The way you were super tight for him was one, but the way you were now clenching around him was another. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer if you kept doing that.

“Fuck,” was all you could manage to say, a deep grin plastered on his face.

“You’re close aren't you,” he cooed, attaching his lips to your neck, “talk to me baby, tell me what you're feeling.

“Mhm, yeah, fuck I’m so close baby. H-Harder.”

The pitch of your tone was becoming whinier by the second. To add to that, the way you became confused, as if Minho was a vampire, because the way he was sucking on your neck was kind of painful. Nevertheless, you relished in it, knowing too well that a very, very dark mark would replace his mouth. The idea of him showing his possession of you, knowing that he finally won you over did not make you happy, nonetheless, you were too fucked out to care.

Your legs were now pushed all the way back, pace fastening by the minute, allowing Minho to push even deeper into you. And that was it. Right there, the spot you had never even known was even there.

“Ah fuck!” Your moan was loud this time, completely unable to control anything. The smirk, in combination with the satisfied growl that left his lips was a face of pure ecstasy as he realised that he had finally hit your G-spot.

“Fuck that feels so fucking good,” Minho grumbled, “are you close? Because I think I’m gonna cum.”

It was like your stomach was an orchestra. Minho’s words were the conductor, completely controlling how close you were to your release.

“Y-yes,” you cried, “I’m gonna cum so hard right now.”

“You wanna cum baby?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna cum right now?”

“Yes baby,” you pouted, a perplexity of sounds escaping your lips, completely out of your control.

“Cum on my cock princess,” Minho whispered through what sounded to be like pained groans, “be a good girl and cum with me inside of you.”

And there it was, like it was on queue as your body completely flopped, legs shaking and a string of lewd curse words fell from your lips. The way your pussy clenched around him was enough to make him pull out, spilling into the dip of your stomach. A loud breath of what seemed to be exhaustion fell from his lips. Your eyes were previously screwed so shut, it hurt when you opened them again, sensitive to the light.

“Fuck,” you both cursed simultaneously, making one another giggle. Minho fell to your left side, flat on his back as he invited you to scooch over next to him. Face pressed against his chest, fingers playfully dragging up and down his torso. For some reason, he felt so safe and secure at this moment. Almost forgetting how he literally just fucked you into oblivion, your eyelids become heavy. It wasn’t until Minho spoke that you were revived from your alternate state of consciousness once more.

“I didn’t know you had it in you.” His voice sounded genuinely surprised, unsure if you should be offended or not. You looked up at him, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He wasn’t sure how to react, but the dark shade tinting his face right now said enough.

“Please,” you scoffed, “You did me good, but was that the best you can do?”

He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, but down on it after, “Is that a challenge?”

You said nothing, instead sitting up and pushing your legs on either side of his hips. A soft moan escaped his lips as he felt your still dripping heat sitting on the base of him.

“Why don’t you find out and see?”

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incurable-bookkl3pt0 · 8 months ago

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THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING!!!

I could never put it into words why BroZone being forgiven just like that bothered me, and my own (younger) sisters flat out told me that I was being overly sensitive about the topic and that they thought Branch was overreacting (like, dude, if anything he was UNDERREACTING) the whole time, but they're younger and not the main victim of my dad's narcissistic abuse. I'M the one my dad loves to emotionally manipulate, gaslight, love bomb then ignore, and blame for everything. As a kid, he literally told me that family was the only thing I would ever have and that friends will inevitably betray me. And to this day he DENIES ever saying that and instead makes fun of the fact that I have no friends, or social skills/life; even if my mom CONFIRMS that he said those things and that no I didn't just make it up. Some part of me SAW that going on with Branch, but I couldn't articulate on how I saw it or why it bothered me, as I am not good with identifying emotions and stuff on account that I am some flavor of neurodivergent. I'm the eldest in my family and yet I find myself within Branch in a sense, as I literally feel like an imposter in my own home. I know it's not the same, but that argument where the bros just completely dismiss Branch's feelings hit WAY harder than it needed to.

It also explains why I severely dislike V&V despite them being villains who actually did the least amount of damage in the franchise. Veneer may have had a redemption of sorts, but he was still a willing participant and a bully. And Velvet? She was like if my stuck up cousin and my dad were to suddenly fuse Gem Style because trolly moly. Velvet PHYSICALLY made me uncomfortable, despite the fact that initially I saw her and thought she was going to be one of those female villains that even though they're villains, they slayed. No. No she did not slay. She flat out scared me. Anytime she came onscreen and talked I literally disassociated. I've seen TikToks where they state that she should have won and compare her to the MLP Dazzlings (I have STRONG opinions on that, and no, they are not the same) and I'm left feeling like I want to scream. It isn't even about the fact she almost killed Floyd (I don't really care for Floyd) but rather I not only feel like her motives were completely shallow, but also it feels unfair that she got to the top with zero effort. Stealing Floyd's talent could literally be seen as using performance drugs and lip syncing simultaneously.

With the Rock Trolls, it was kind of like MLP Nightmare Moon all over again. Technically speaking, Rock won, but then the power source (the strings) was stopped and a song and dance fixed everything. Same thing with the Bergens. The Bergens wanted to feel happy and used Trolls as drugs. If the Trolls ran, they would've been safe, but they instead used the power of friendship to show the Bergens that no, they didn't need to eat Trolls to be happy. Honestly with that last one, plot armor was the only thing that made it work in the end, because it could have EASILY backfired. With V&V, it was just spoiled internet clout chasing teens. They didn't have a good motive outside of just wanting to be famous but not willing to put in the work. What would have made V&V better is if they used Floyd's talent to use it like the Dazzlings from MLP used their necklaces. To hypnotize people and get them to do what they want and fight all the time and feeding off of the toxicity. Them being megalomaniacs with actual goals instead of just wanting to be famous would have made them better and maybe less icky. Because as of now, they scare me because of how much I see my abusers in them.

the films message it tries to push with Velvet and Veneer feels very Hypocritical in my opinion given it pushes the exact opposite message with Branch and his Brothers.

in my opinion Velvet is no worse a sibling than Bro zone are she's a Jerk for sure but it isn't exactly abusive they're both bad people only Difference is Veneer is less psychotic and confident than she is but he wasn't living in fear of her nor is her treatment of him that bad its not exactly healthy but it also isn't one sided either.

I find John Dory and Bruce to be more abusive in the emotional sense given what they did to Branch could straight up be considered Gaslighting chumming up to him getting him to let his guard down around them by showering him with sudden attention and affection in a way not too dissimilar to love bombing.

only to later Drop him at the first sign of inconvenience and make out like his feelings are invalid and he's acting immature for having them in a very cruel way.

which both JD and Bruce are guilty of doing tbh the film writers don't seem to understand what are and aren't healthy family Dynamics considering they considered Velvet and Veneer toxic enough.

that he should be seen as a victim of hers and should cut her loose but they think Bro zones Behaviour is Redeemable and that they are less toxic because they let their victim Bail them out of trouble its kinda worrying as a message for a kids film.

basically seems like it may be telling kids that their abusive home lives aren't that bad and they should always stick by their family member and give them chance after chance no matter how many times they let them down or treat them badly.

so yeah the films message tries to have its cake and eat it too it tries to push a seemingly positive message about not having to put up with mistreatment just because someone is family.

but on the other hand in literally pushes Branch to forgive his Brothers in the end for far worse Treatment because Family Trumps everything no matter how crappy they've been your whole life.

aaaaand I'm Ranting again sorry but this film does not bring out healthy emotions in me for very personal reasons 😕😕😕😕

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masonxomount · 3 years ago

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Good Girl - Mason Mount

Technically, for @mountsmason ;)

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SMUT OK! YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!

"I can't remember the last time you cooked…" You commented, smirking cheekily at Mason as he placed a plate of food down in front of you.

"That's just because I've been busy and you know it." He countered, grinning proudly as you eyed up what he had made for you. Pasta and meatballs was simple but effective, and he had cooked the sauce and everything from scratch. It smelt amazing.

Mason had actually made a proper effort this evening. He'd laid the dining table nicely, lit some candles in the centre, and purchased a rather nice wine for a man who didn't drink wine.

When he sat down with you, not opposite you but next to you on the square table, you began to eat. Mason's ankles crossed over yours. It was sweet and comfortable - just like a date night in should be.

"Did you make pasta and meatballs because of Lady and the Tramp?" You asked because you knew he had watched it with his niece a fortnight ago when he visited her.

"Not because," Mason put a whole meatball into his mouth, "I was just heavily influenced."

A smile crossed your face. Mason was such a dork, but that was one of the reasons why you loved him so much.

You both fell into easy conversation. You loved every moment you spent with Mason, you'd never experienced such easy company with anyone before. It was just like you got each other so well.

Soon you had finished eating, and leant forwards on your elbows to get closer to him. You were going in for a kiss, to show how grateful you were to him, but Mason either didn't realise, or he had other plans.

Mason spoke instead, "Unfortunately I didn't make any dessert, so I'll have to get creative."

It only took you a second to work out what he was alluding to. You weren't so naive that an innuendo like that would go over your head.

"You're joking."

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Mason raised one eyebrow at you to goad you to answer him back. When you didn't, he pushed his chair away from the table, and disappeared underneath it.

"Mason…" Your eyes went wide when you felt Mason's fingers at your waist, and not even over your clothes. He had weaved them underneath the dress you were wearing and to your panties underneath. He circled the skin of your bum, forcing you to lift up so he could pull the only garment that was between him and your core off you.

"I'm so glad you wore a dress." Mason's voice sounded different through two layers of material - the table, and your dress.

This time you didn't say anything in anticipation. You just let him do whatever he was going to do. You didn't even speak when you felt his hot breath against your bare skin. Mason only caused you to flinch when he kissed you once, hot lips against your hot skin.

Instinctively your hands followed him underneath the table, feeling around for him. Your hands fell into tufts of his hair, pulling whenever he did something that made shockwaves run through you.

You hated how good Mason was at this.

The fact that you couldn't see him increased the sensations. You could only feel the softness of his hair between your fingers, and the pressure of his tongue and lips against you.

Mason had removed his tongue from your clit, which was maddening in many ways. Simultaneously you wanted him to stop and carry on. If he continued his assault on you, you were bound to come undone at your own dining table. Yet if he stopped, you were going to become a quivering wreck.

True to your predictions, your legs were shaking uncontrollably. Mason never left you though, he ran his tongue down other parts of you, before easing down your thigh to focus on the skin there.

He began to suck, harshly but delicately, on your soft skin. His aim was to produce a perfect, purple mark. Your fingers gripped the pale wood of the table, knuckles going white from the sheer force you were exerting through them.

"Mase, God…"

He had reduced you to a quivering wreck and you hadn't even reached a climax yet. But you were close, so close.

"You're such a good girl for sitting still for me." Mason purred. His voice muffled by your skin.

A strangled moan escaped you at his words. You couldn't tell if he was patronising you as you were definitely not staying still. Involuntarily your body was shuddering against him.

When his nose brushed over your clit again you had to bring your hand to your mouth to stop yourself from screaming. Mason had heard you move, and the squashed cry.

"I want to hear you, darlin'." Mason stated, an air of authority around him. You could tell he was enjoying this, maybe more than he even thought he would. "If I can't see you I want to hear you."

"I-" You wanted to oblige but honestly, you were struggling. The only sounds you could make were varying degrees of mewls and moans. Mason, however, seemed very pleased - it just spurred him on.

The chair was making creaking noises under your weight as you rocked back and forwards. It was everything you could do not to buck up and accidently knock into the table.

Mason turned his attention to the inside of your thigh again. He was almost at your left knee when you cried out.

"Don't fucking stop now!" You hissed. When Mason had the audacity to laugh you thrust the back of his head back to you. You wanted to cum with his face on you, not bare to the air.

And when you did finish, it was incredible. Just like you needed, Mason was on you until you stilled, the chair falling still eventually.

"Good girl." Mason repeated. You were always his good girl for indulging him in whatever he wanted to do.

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wornoutmouse · 4 years ago

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Baby Daddy Shigaraki fanfic pt2

It was a miracle that no one questioned the name put down when Shigaraki had to sign the birth certificate. You summed it up as fearing for their lives but it could be many things you try to convince yourself as the reality of your new life truly set in.

The after birth pain, though constant, was numbed whenever you looked down on your son's face. He had yet to do anything more than sleep, much to your annoyance. And was aggressive when breastfeeding much to Shigaraki's enjoyment, "Just like his father."

Dabi was the second one to hold Daiki after Komugiri but the look of horror on his face when you fully released the baby into his arms was one that deeply concerned you. "It's breathing." He whispered to you eyes wide.

You signal for Komugiri to stand close behind Dabi just in case he really lost it. "Yeah Dabi.....he is breathing...cause that's what living things do."

Time skip

You sigh as you finally set Daiki down inside his new bed for a nap. His small face looked so delicate surrounded by soft lavender blankets. His whole room theme was a soft purple as preferred by Komugiri.

You closed the door till there was only a sliver of light coming in just in case he woke up again, then you headed to your living room.

Shigaraki sat on the couch shirtless and flicking through TV channels. "Why are you still here?" You ask as you walk to the kitchen to find your tea. "What do you mean?" You stir four teaspoons of sugar into your coffee. "I got Daiki under control, you don't have inconvenience yourself."

Tomura flicked through the channels once again. "You and Daiki are not an inconvenience, you're both my responsibility now." You release the spoon causing it to clink loudly against your ceramic cup. "I don't want you to force yourself to be here, you've obviously proved that you don't really want to be apart of this."

"Y/N come on now this again?!" "Yes this again!" Shigaraki groaned scratching idly at his neck. "I've already missed the hidden trailer off Daiki's life I'm not going to miss the prequel sequel." You groan softly, "Stop talking in video game terms you know I don't understand!"

Shigaraki stands up and walks to the kitchen now leaving only the island separating you. "Look you can hate me all you want, I don't care, hell I'm used to it. But you are not keeping me from my son." You shudder at the tone Tomura spoke at.

There were very few times when you've heard this voice and luckily it was never directed to you. This voice meant that what he said was final and he would not go back on it no matter who got in his way. "I would love to have you in his life Tomura, but I don't want what comes with it." You finally say, making Tomura throw his hands up in defeat.

"What do you expect me to do woman?! Make him tag along on "Bring your child to work day?" You turn away trying to contain your annoyance in fear of waking up the baby. "I'm giving you one chance to get your shit together, don't mess it up." Behind you, you could hear the steady steps of Tomura retreating, "And I'm giving you a chance to see how stupid you're being right now."

Before he completely walked away he stopped, "I am going to check on Daiki since it seems like he's the only one that appreciates my efforts."

Once you heard the familiar creak of Daiki's bedroom door you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. "How did I get like this?"

It of course was on a Saturday, as all good stories do. You were working a waitress job at Denny's as a way to earn some pocket money for your first year in Japan.

"Table 3 we got your Bourbon Chicken skillet, Fish and chips, two waters, and a cherry sprite." Your say setting down all your items before walking to the booth next to them.

"Hello welcome to Denny's, what can I get for you all tonight?" Dabi at the time, had a nonchalant hand over Twice's mouth most likely to stop his internal bickering. Komugiri was navigating the kids menu with a then 15 year old Toga. Spike ordered some Fish and Chips as per usual and Shigaraki was starting at your tits.....

Shigaraki was staring at your tits.....

He was STARING- I think you get the point

"Hey birthday bitch what are you ordering?" Dabi said snapping Tomura back to the present. "Uh.. get me a steak skewer." Dabi gasped, "I spent all my time and hard work scrounging up money and you get a damn steak skewer for your birthday?!"

The five stages of grief came over you internally as you had been standing there way past your recommended time. "If you guys aren't ready to order, I'll just come back-"

"No no no, we are ready. Can we get chicken on a stick with a side of grapes and fries for the young lady. Steak and eggs for me...Dabi? Dabi leaned back simultaneously releasing twice. "We would like a 3-egg omelette-with some cock!"

You didn't get paid enough for this.

"I'll get you the omelette but I'm afraid I'm out of stock for that last part." You smirk, putting down the orders so far. Dabi snapped the menu shut, "Do y'all have chicken tenders?" Dabi asked, looking at you hopefully. You nod and he fist bumped Twice for some unforeseen reason.

"Uh get crusty over there a Supreme Sizzling Skillet." "Wait why can all of you get chicken but I can't?!" You wrote down the orders and glanced at Shigaraki who was now looking directly at you as if you held all the answers. "Okay for drinks?"

As you got off work, you took the back alley entrance to the bus stop. "Hey." Your scream and toss a punch into the darkness effectively making skin to skin contact. "Ow what the fuck?!" "What do you mean what the fuck you're the rapist!"

Shigaraki's signature light blue hair appeared from the shadows almost glowing from the dim alley light. "Rapist? No, I'm more on the lines of stalker." You stand there for a moment rethinking your life choices. "Yeah okay well I'm going to go-" "Wait!"

You feel half of a hand grip onto your wrist stopping you in your place. "I uh... Think you're cute and, ah crap what did Dabi tell me to say?!"

As he mulled over his choice of words you hesitantly reach into your purse for pepper spray. "Uh I was wondering if I could get to know you?" He finally ended off staring at you expectantly. You looked back at him expectantly.

"I know this seems creepy but I'm not exactly good at talking to people that are not my friends so you're kinda boss level interaction." For a while your stare at each other as the cold fall wind blew past the two if you. Giving up, you sighed and pulled out a price of paper, "Look, if I wake up tomorrow and none of my underwear is missing and window is not mysteriously open, I'll give you a call, but don't expect it!"

And he didn't expect it. To your surprise, you never found any ominous signs of entry into your substitute home, and he never 'conveniently' showed up at your job.

Even so, the very fact that you called him was during a moment of weakness. You were extremely home sick and you had just moved into your new home that was only equipped with a fully furnished bedroom and a microwave.

When you heard the hesitant knock on the door you quickly put your cup of noodles down and opened the door. In your face was a rose...a single rose in a pot.

Thats different

"It was short notice and it's not like any flower places were open.... So I stole it." You gingerly take the plant into your hands, "It's the thought that counts (?) Come in." You shut the door behind him and set the plant in the kitchen.

"You must forgive the dryness of my home, I just moved in so there isn't much going on." Tomura hummed as he felt his bones relax as the warmth of the house filled his body. You stared at each other for a while, awkwardly sweating back and forth. Finally, you both opened your mouth to speak up.

"I didn't know I'd get this far so.."

You blink at each other before you double over with laughter. "Uh okay, well how about we watch a movie, get comfortable. The TV is in my room so I hope that doesn't bother you."

You put on Wall-E for lack of better mood as Tomura hesitantly settled on your plush bed, hands clasped tightly between his thighs.

You two watch these movie in silence and shared popcorn. It wasn't awkward silence though, it was needed. A unspoken message saying that you both acknowledged that this was weird but it was a good weird. Both of you were willing to give it a try.

"Hey pass the popcorn." Tomura said blindly patting the air in front of you. "No you've ate most of it already!" You opted to keeping the bag as far as possible. "It's good popcorn now hand it over." You continue to resist but he was more stubborn.

Unable to think of any other way to save your beloved popcorn you clench your eyes shut and deliver a small peck to the tip of Shigaraki's nose.

Almost as if shocked, he slides away holding his nose gently. You huff with airy laughter at his flushed face, "Told you, this is my popcorn."

You smile softly at the memory wiping away a stray tear from your face. "One chance... I'll give him one chance."

You tiptoe to Daiki's new room and peek inside. It was too dark for you to see inside so you opened the door completely. You blankly look into the empty room before falling to your knees. "SHIGARAKI TOMURA I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" You scream into the night air as you glared into the baby less crib.

"Man are you sure you should have him here? He's still a newborn and nothing's baby proof, hell this is a bar so it's far from sanitary!" Dabi said glancing into the baby carriage. Daiki sleepily gazed up at Dabi and babbled.

"Y/N and I are going through a small set back so I decided to give her some space." Tomura unclipped Daiki from his carseat and picked him up holding his head in a four fingered hold. "We decided to give her some space isn't that right?" He cooed at Daiki who gingerly hit his nose.

"Dude stop, seeing you with a baby is giving me the creeps." Shigaraki glared as Dabi took a shot, "Ignore your uncle Dabi he's just mad he's not as cute as you."

Komugiri was washing dishes until a shiver went down his mystical spine, "I feel a disturbance in the force.

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isimp4hawkz · 4 years ago

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The Apothecary

(Hawks x Reader)

100% inspired from this beautiful artwork I found on pinterest ^^

This is my first time publishing any of my fics. I hope it’s enjoyable.

*Skimmed for any mistakes but I may have missed a few*

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"Tell me something birdbrain. Did you come here in search of a remedy or did you come here to snuggle with my owls?" You scold aloud, brow lifted at the scene before you. It temporarily drew your attention away from the herbs you were blending for the person in question. If he really even needed them that is.

The man was bent over, hovering over the counter and barely burying his entire face into the soft plumage of Gamma's snowy collar, rubbing his nose into its depths, small chuckles resounding from him in his own apparent delight. Simultaneously, Thaddeus perched himself daintily onto the golden locks of his hair, managing to keep himself in place as the man's head moved about beneath him.

What shocked you is that they seemed to be genuinely enjoying his company, whereas they hardly acknowledge your existence throughout the day. It was much unlike how they'd usually act whenever someone walked into the shop. As soon as they heard that little bell chime from the entrance, both birds would take off towards their high perches on opposite ends of the room, making it in their best interest to avoid anyone new.

You didn't mind, nor question their habit. They only preferred your lone company either way, though they'd hardly show it. Much like you'd rather be with their company rather than some other person.

On that slow, peaceful evening, you'd discovered that maybe you don't know your beloved companions as well as you thought. For some reason, Hawks was some sort of an exception to them. Much more than an exception, at that.

For crying out loud, he was snuggling into Gamma and cuddling her as if she were a puppy! And she was letting him.

And Thaddeus. Thaddeus' behavior baffled you on an entirely different level. That was a bird who never permitted you any petting privileges, any time you'd insinuate a head rub, he'd screech at you and fan his wings. Very territorial, he was. At least you thought he was.

Yet here he was, God damn nesting in the hair of a complete stranger as if he'd known the man for years. As if you weren't the one who took him in when he was but a weak, fraile hatchling on the brink of death.

"I think your owls like me." Hawks chuckled, his huge crimson wings ruffling giddily when Gamma had begun to coo at his nuzzles, adoringly.

Jealousy. Blatant jealousy is what you felt. You weren't even going to attempt to hide it. You've tried endless times to get those birds to see you as their loving caretaker, showering them with love and treats and sating their every need, but to no avail. If anything, you think they see you the way a caged tiger would view its neglectful keeper, just a source of food.

You huff out a breath, subconsciously putting in more effort to mash the herbs together with the mortar and pestle than you wished.

Hawks noticed your subtle change in behavior. The way you slammed a small jar onto the counter, flicked off the cap, and aggressively shook out whatever was inside onto the cutting board. Or maybe it was the way you were mashing those herbs with a force that made him wonder if they'd somehow wronged you.

Of course; being him, he'd jumped to a brash conclusion. "Oh? Are you jelly that I'm giving the birds more attention than you?"

You stop your relentless mashing of compounds, staring ahead blankly for a moment before shaking your head. "Don't be ridiculous, I-"

"Awoh, it's nothing to be ashamed of, I completely understand."

"I'm jealous of you, actually."

Hawks blinked in confusion, lifting his head away from the owl's downy feathers and looking over at you.

"Seems like they fancy you more than they could ever me." A half-hearted smile tugged at your lips, the morose tone in your voice was inevitable.

Gamma's wide, intelligent eyes shifted to stare at you. It was like she understood every word you said. Her wings lifted, and with a few swift flaps, she was in the air. You flinched when she landed gracefully into your hair, her sharp talons clenching your head as gently as she could.

Hawks chuckled at how frozen you were in that moment, bringing up a hand to scratch Thaddeus on the chin as he stared. He marveled at the way your cheeks faintly turned a darker shade when Gamma had cooed. She'd began to pick at your head softly in a grooming mannerism.

Thaddeus shifted in Hawks' hair, suddenly growing restless.

"Wanna get closer?" Hawks asked him aloud, rhetorically, obliging to the small hoot he received in response and carefully sauntering over to you, wary of the unstable balance Thaddeus had while being on his head.

By the time he got close, you'd managed to settle Gamma down onto your outstretched bicep, but the stubborn owl only flapped back onto your head. The look on your face almost made Hawks laugh out loud, you were distraught. Torn between salvaging the rare chance at bonding with your companion, and continuing the preparation of a remedy for a paying customer.

He knew how much you cared for those birds, so much that he was willing to let you relish in the moment completely.

The smile on his face was somewhat solemn. "Don't fret witchy. I'm sure I can find some other witch who can cook up what I need."

Your brow ticked at the way he addressed you. "Excuse you. I am not a witch. I'm an Apothecary."

Hawks blinked. "Same difference."

You ignored that. "And even if you could somehow find another suitable Apothecary in the general area, I've been told by several patrons that I am the best of the best." You stated proudly, chin held up high in accordance. "The odds of finding someone more skilled than I are low to say the least."

He always enjoyed how confident you were in your craft. That confidence stemmed from true experience and skill, mastery even. You were right for claiming your profession to be deemed that high of a level, there hasn't been a single time in the past where your restoratives had let him down, no matter what their purpose served. He's glad that your clientele have spread the word of your little place, though they're restricted to hushed exchanges of whispers and secret notes passed in inconspicuous areas, out of the sight of any authorities.

The way you obtained some of your ingredients could be considered illegal if thorough investigation was to prosper, but luckily for you, that was yet to happen. No one was dubious of the little flower shop secluded between two towering office buildings at the farthest corner of the longest street in Kyushu. Hawks wouldn't dare run his mouth about its true nature to anyone, he would much rather heal his battle wounds naturally with one of your blends rather than the harsh steroids they'd stick into his body back at the commission.

"Can't deny that fact." Hawks chuckled, looking at you with apparent appreciation gleaming through his hooded eyes. "You've helped me through some tough calls, I don't think I-" He cut himself off in realization of something.

"I...I don't think I've ever thanked you."

You were quick to bring up the fact that he in fact spoiled you. Tipping you thousands over whatever price you'd ask for, as if money was nothing but a nuisance to him and he needed to get rid of as much of it as possible, it had you wondering if he would flaunt it around so carelessly wherever.

"That's different. Of course I'm gonna pay you in exchange for your meds, I'm not some shitbag. But I've never thanked you before."

Now that you think about it, it's true. The majority of times times he's come here, it's been in an urgent burst through the door, with little time on his hands to so much as greet you. You really can't recall a single time where he's thanked you, since he's usually in such a rush. Here one second, gone the next. His reputation stands firm.

Rarely have there ever been situations like this, where he's able to hang around the shop and wait patiently for you to get his order ready firsthand. You'd looked over your shoulder at him while he was appeasing the owls earlier. He had looked so calm, so sweet and tender in that moment, totally relaxed. It warmed your heart to see him like that.

His concern brought a smile to your face, how adorable to think that it would trouble him this much. "Hawks, trust me, you're fine. I know you're thankful. The proof is in the way that you pay literally five times as much as I could ever ask you for—more than that at times!"

Yup. That sounds like something he'd do, even he'll admit it. He distinctly recalls throwing a fat stack of cash at you in several of his hurried instances, not even bothering to ask for the price, or check how much was in the stack. He tilted his head aside and stuck out his lower lip in consideration of his own antics.

But that doesn't stop him from genuinely thinking that you deserve way more than what you make. You're taking one hell of a risk every time you sell another product to some shady person. He thinks you deserve to be appreciated more for that fact alone.

"Well, for what it's worth, thank you Y/n. Really, I mean it. What you do means a lot to me, more than I can put into words." He held your gaze with an adoration in his eyes that you didn't quite understand.

You've never seen seriousness cross that man's expression as well as it did right then.

He's perpetually cheerful and carefree, flirty more oftentimes than he should be. It surprised you seeing him so lacking in that notorious, glowing charisma. Maybe you'd go as far to say that in that moment, it looked like true joy was something he'd never experienced before. You couldn't even form words, rendered a gaping fish.

And maybe you would've actually taken his word for it, if it wasn't for you being reminded of the fact that the two of you had two big ass birds on your heads when Gamma and Thaddeus unexpectedly hooted in unison.

You and Hawks simultaneously broke eye contact to glance up at each other's birds, locking eyes with one another again.

It went silent for a few seconds.

Hawks' hard expression wavered hesitantly, his lip twitching in a futile attempt to remain serious. You then snorted quietly, biting your lip, and that's all it took for the two of you to burst out into a laughing fit that made you to bend over to clutch your sides, causing Gamma to flee from your head hastily and settle on her perch, Thaddeus following suit towards his respective stand when Hawks stumbled backwards a bit.

They'd managed to both ruin the moment and save it all the same, made it into something you didn't quite know you needed until it happened. A good laugh, one that had your face heating up and your cheeks beginning to hurt as the two of you only grew breathless with glee, struggling to keep your balance as you pressed your weight onto nearby objects to avoid toppling over.

The old Grandfather clock at the back of the shop had begun to chime, signaling the passing of another hour.

The sound caused Hawks to gradually come back down from his laugh-high. He submitted to that professional state of mind that subconsciously clawed at his back at times like these, once he was reminded of where he was supposed to be.

It was like someone snapped their fingers and all happiness was wiped from his face. Other than the faint pink still dusting his cheeks, it looked like the laugh that the two of you shared had never transpired.

You didn't even need to hear him say it. After you'd wiped a tear of joy from your eyes and regained your breath, you'd whirled around, right back to where you'd left off before.

A strange atmosphere settled into the shop. It grew peacefully silent, the rays of the setting sun stretched generously into the stop, accentuating gliding specs of dust in their path and lighting the room in a warm honey glow.

Hawks rolled his shoulders, wings reaching out to their maximum length in a comfortable stretch, as you bagged his things.

He'd requested a strong set of numbing-based remedies and other blends crammed with sedatives. It reminded you of the prep for some sort of illegal surgery, but you weren't one to meddle in the business of your customers.

You'd turned to hand him his bag, but were surprised when there was no sight of the man where he'd previously been.

It took a few glances around the room, you almost missed him at first, but there he was, standing before the display window, gazing distantly at the outside world under the evening glow.

Sometimes you'd catch a deep-rooted hardship in his eyes that was nearly impossible to detect. A flicker of something more, something lost long ago that he longs to have again. At times it looked like he was carrying the weight of the world in his wings and nobody knew it.

Or maybe your seclusion in your craft has run you crazy and you're just imagining it all. That's way more believable, anyway.

You'd walked up to his side, eyes trained on the lively cityscape. The city never slept, always bustling with some sort of commotion, but it was oddly calm on that evening. Nothing but nature in all its shapes and forms, like the gentle autumn breeze that shook the trees, like the songbirds softly jittering in a musical dialect only they understood, plus the ocasional car that would stroll by barely exceeding fifteen miles per hour.

Your gaze drifted back on Hawks, who has yet to notice your presence beside him.

Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that man’s mind, what challenges the relentless day brings him, and how he manages to come out smiling in the end.

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