#rayy play’s

[tequatls-favorite-spoon]

i wanted to make myself/a self insert room for a while now, but i thought it’d be extra fun if i made them on my birthday, which just so happened to be last friday! i’ve always known i’d be a lil rat :> like, obvi i could’ve gone with human, but i am 1: fat, and 2: just a lil guy. i also have been known to be snarky and smart on occasion so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

her name is Rayy, and she’s a priory scholar! i think they’re constantly bouncing between research subjects, but some that they return to a lot are art, the skritt, and moto’s super adventure box. she insists that each of these topics are equally worth researching, thank you very much! (i am an artist, i love the skritt so so much, and i also love video games and want to make them lol)

they’re still part of the priory though, so they also do some research on the elder dragons. due to her being an elementalist with an affinity to water, she was especially interested in soo-won. in a stroke of extreme misfortune, however, they managed to get to in cantha like. the day after the fight. she’s still gonna get all the info about soo-won that she can, but she’s very annoyed and disappointed by her terrible timing lol

[wandaslovey]

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴛꜱ

➺ dom!wanda x sub!fem!reader

word count ~ 7.2k

summary: everything was all about balance, which is exactly why your two girlfriends made it a point to have one-on-one time with you. today was wanda’s day, and you had no idea what she had in store for you for your day date together.

authors note: yay part 4!! this chapter will mostly be between wanda x reader, but don’t worry, natasha will be back for part 5! in terms of timeline, this is still within the first several months of the contract.

authors note: thank you SO much to the lovely: @mommyslittlebird @marvelwomenarehot0 and @sapphic-rayy for proofreading this one :))

content warning(s): legal age gap, dom/sub dynamics, mommy!wanda, domestic fluff, date day, casual dominance, tending to wanda’s garden, reference to reader’s shyness and inexperience, kissing, hickies/biting, praise, humiliation, guided cunnilingus, teasing, more eating out, fingering, more praise, exhibitionism if you squint, aftercare

venturing is inevitable: masterlist

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you tap your toe on the tile flooring of the kitchen, humming a song to yourself as you wait for the bread to pop out of the toaster. you opted for a simple breakfast this morning—avocado toast with some orange juice. while you were at it, you went ahead and made some extra for your girlfriends.

your girlfriends. you were still getting used to saying that in your head.

the bread pops out of the toaster and you reach forward, pinching the crust and dropping it on three respective plates. you then smash some sliced avocado and spread it across the bread.

you continue humming your little tune, excited for your day ahead with wanda. it was finally summer break for you—something you’d been anticipating for months. finals put you through the wringer, so it was nice to finally have a breather and not feel so stressed all the time.

given your newfound free time, wanda and natasha began working from home more in order to spend the extra time with you. you tried insisting they didn’t need to do that for you, but it was hardly a discussion. they shushed you quickly, soothing your worries with kisses and toe curling orgasms. you forgot all about your half-baked argument after that.

you balance two small plates in your hands, carrying them up the stairs to the lawyers’ respective offices. you walk into natasha’s first, being quiet as you nudge open the cracked door with your foot. she only closed it completely when she was on an important call. you pause in the door frame for a moment, noticing her phone pressed up against her ear, though she wasn’t saying anything. she quirks a finger at you, signaling it was okay to come in and stand by her desk.

you pad over, setting the glass plate gently on the surface next to her mousepad. you can barely make out someone on the other line, rambling about something unintelligible.

you turn to leave, not wanting to bother her, but she grabs your hand, calling your attention back to her. you turn around and she smiles warmly, mouthing a silent ‘thank you,’ and gives your fingers a squeeze. you smile, squeezing her hand back before you turn to leave and then you finally hear her respond to whoever it was on the phone. you shut the door for her, figuring she would want her privacy.

you enter wanda’s office after a polite knock on her closed door. she always kept it shut, claiming it was what officially separated her work from home life. you thought it was a cute little quirk, but you’d never tell her that.

she looks up from her laptop as you enter, an affectionate smile immediately turning up the corners of her lips. “hi sweetheart.” she greets you, her fingers stilling atop her keyboard.

“hi.” you smile cutely, gliding over to her desk.

“what do you have there?” she asks interestedly, playing into your seemingly giddy demeanor.

“breakfast!” you exclaim, setting the plate down on her desk. she slides her chair out from under the desk, swiveling to the side and holding her hands out to you. you step closer to her, your fingers interlocking with hers.

“you didn’t have to do that, bunny.” she pulls you closer to her, pecking you on the lips. you smile, her warm affection causing your heart to swell.

“i know. i wanted to.” you state simply. she pulls you in for another kiss, unable to resist your cuteness. she kisses you one, two, three more times, causing you to giggle before she finally lets you pull away.

“so what’re we gonna do today?” you ask curiously, glancing down at her computer screen to see what she was working on. she mentioned she’d have to work a bit in the morning last night, but you were unsure how long it was supposed to take her.

“i thought we could try that new restaurant you mentioned the other day? and then afterwards.. stop by your favorite ice cream shop..” she speaks slower at the end of her sentence, emphasizing her words as she knows how much you love this ice cream place.

“lumi’s??” you ask excitedly, a wide grin causing the dimple to make its appearance on your right cheek. you loved lumi’s ice cream. it had the best waffle cones on earth—you were certain of it.

“yes.” wanda chuckles affectionately, wrapping an arm around your body as she pulls you closer to her. “does that sound okay with you?” she checks, though you both know it’s silly to ask.

“yes!!” you cry, your body bouncing excitedly at the prospect of getting to try and eat two of your favorite things.

wanda runs a hand up and down your back, trying to calm your animated form. “okay, i just have to finish this up. i shouldn’t be longer than an hour. go get ready for me and we’ll head out in a bit, alright?”

you nod in agreement, scurrying off to go get ready for the day.

“thank you for the toast!” she calls out before you make it too far. you tip your head back around the doorframe, realizing you didn’t bring up the drinks.

“i forgot the orange juice! let me go get it.” before you can make it to the stairs, wanda calls after you again.

“don’t worry about it, honey, i have my water!” you linger on the landing of the steps, debating whether or not you should get it for her regardless.

“do you think ‘tasha wants some?” you shout behind your shoulder.

“you know she doesn’t like orange juice,” she muses, causing you to smile knowingly.

“i heard that!” natasha chimes in from behind her closed door, causing you to snicker.

“you were meant to!” wanda shouts loud enough for the both of you to hear.

『 °*• ❀ •*°』

you take your time getting ready, wanting to look nice for your date with wanda. she must have picked an outfit out for you when you were busy making breakfast, because when you came into the bedroom, there were already some clothes laid out for you to dress in.

you put on the jeans and baby tee, stepping in front of the long body mirror that was hanging in their super sized closet. you first thought it was kinda funny to utilize so much space for a closet, but you were starting to understand its usefulness.

you pivot from side to side, looking at yourself from every angle. your jeans were a little loose—just how you liked them. wanda bought them for you a few days prior and knowing you didn’t like when the waistband cuts into your tummy when you sit down, she got the loose fitting style.

you head into their bathroom—which was also spacious—using natasha’s sink to get ready. it made the most sense to use her side of the bathroom given that she had less things. wanda was no hoarder by any means, but she did follow a much more extensive skin care regimen and had various other products neatly lined on the counter.

as you do your makeup, you ponder on what the day just might hold. realistically, it didn’t matter what you did, as long as you were with wanda.

『 °*• ❀ •*°』

“how is it?” wanda asks as you stuff your mouth full of a bite of a french dip sandwich. you chew slowly, nodding your head as you hold the messy sandwich which was now dripping some au-jus sauce onto your pinky finger.

“it’s good!” you smile once you swallow, taking another bite. you reach for a house-made potato chip, popping it in your mouth. “how’s yours?” you ask with poorly contained disgust as you eye her veggie sandwich. you hated vegetables—especially if they made up the entirety of an entrée.

wanda’s lips curve into a small knowing smile, picking up on your disdain for her meal of choice. “it’s very delicious, thank you.” she holds her sandwich in her hands—which was surprisingly much less messy than yours—and takes another bite.

you both eat in companionable silence, staring off into the distance as you watch people walk by on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant. you begin to study someone across the street as they appear to be setting up a sign in front of their boutique. it looked brand new and very eclectic. you liked that. you squint your eyes, trying to see if you could make out the fancy calligraphy written in white chalk on the blackboard.

you lean forward—as if that would help—barely making out the words “homemade jewelry” and “crystals.” did they have clothes there too? you hoped so. it was always the cute pop-up boutiques that had the best oversized shirts and fun little trinkets and-

“milaya?” wanda’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts and you turn to look at her for the first time in several minutes.

“yeah?” you ask a bit distractedly, blinking your eyes a few times to refocus on the woman in front of you.

“hi.” she says gently with a warm smile, fully bringing you back to the present. you return the expression, though your smile was a bit more sheepish. you didn’t realize how lost you had gotten in your own distraction.

“sorry, sorry. i got distracted.” you pop another chip into your mouth, the texture crunching loudly inside your mouth as you glance out the window again.

“what’s got your attention over there?” wanda asks as she peers out the restaurant window, scanning along the street to see what might have caught your interest.

“see that boutique over there?” you lean closer to her, pointing to the shop. “it looks like it’s got a lot of cute stuff. it must be new cause i’ve never seen it before.”

wanda hums in acknowledgment, wiping her fingers on her napkin.

“can we go?” you ask looking at her and then back over to the boutique. you were hopeful she would say yes. seldom did she deny you of something you wanted. outside of the bedroom at least.

“you want to go to the boutique instead of lumi’s?” she asks, quirking an eyebrow in inquiry.

“wanda, please, you know i meant after lumi’s of course.” you say as you hold your hand up, palm facing her as if her question was absolutely incredulous.

wanda chuckles at that, reaching out and gently grasping your chin with her thumb and forefinger. “of course we can go, sweetheart—if you say please.”

you smile cutely, turning on the charm as you quirk your head to the side. “please, wanda?” you ask in a sugary sweet tone, laying it on thick, though it was unnecessary.

wanda rolls her eyes affectionately, her fingers pinching your nose. “i suppose…” she drops her hand and purses her lips as if her agreeing was reluctant. you knew better though.

“thank you, mommy.” you annunciate out the “y” sound, being conscious not to be speak too loud as to avoid drawing unwanted attention from people that were nearby. wanda’s eyes twinkle with delight, a knowing smile touching her lips.

you both finish the rest of your food, exchanging some words back and forth as thoughts come to mind. you were happy—peaceful and jubilant in your wanda bubble, though a part of you did miss natasha still.

“ready to go?” wanda asks, eyeing your mostly eaten food. you nod quickly, eagerly rising from your chair to head over to your favorite ice cream place. wanda chides you gently, telling you to wait for her as she slips her button up shirt back on and slings her purse over her shoulder. she steps in front of you, interlacing her fingers through yours as she guides you out of the restaurant.

as you walk along the sidewalk, you wrap both of your arms around wanda’s bicep, hugging yourself close to her. she points out some pretty rose bushes nearby, mentioning she would like to try growing roses in front of the house again. she’d tried multiple times, but could never quite keep up with them. you admired her dedication to growing and nourishing things. you yourself had only taken care of a couple succulents, and even those had died on your watch. you once joked with wanda that you had a red thumb; red because it was the farthest color from green on the color wheel. still, she liked having your help in her garden outback. she taught you all the important things of keeping various plants healthy and happy. you loved being taught by her, and she loved to teach you. you were so pliable—in a good way. your teachableness was one of the many things she loved about you.

you grin wide, bounding forward as you see the sign for lumi’s just up the sidewalk a few hundred feet ahead. you drag wanda’s body with you, uncaring if she tripped up behind you. you didn’t mess around when it came to ice cream.

you release her arm, eagerly reaching for the door handle. “ladies first.” you open the door with a smile, gesturing with your hand for her to walk in before you.

“well thank you, little krolik.” she leads the way, falling in line behind a few teenagers that were waiting to order.

“what’ll you have?” she bends down slightly to ask you while her eyes skim the menu on the wall. you didn’t need to look at the menu, you already knew exactly what you’d get.

“chocolate chip cookie dough with hot fudge!” you exclaim, much to wanda’s amusement, who knew it was silly to ask you the question in the first place.

“of course—how silly of me.” she replies, stepping forward as the line moves.

just like usual, wanda orders for you, getting herself a scoop of huckleberry with graham cracker crumbs. the order was so wanda, you almost had to roll your eyes at her predictability. anything unique, whether it be fruity or floral, she’d get.

“sometimes i think you have beef with the traditional ice cream flavors.” you tell her once she’s paid and you’re standing to the side to await your ice cream. she smirks at your response, returning her wallet back into her purse.

“there’s no ‘beef.’ i just already know what they taste like, but i’ve never tasted huckleberry ice cream before—i want to try it.” she half shrugs, unapologetic with her opinion. you purse your lips and raise your eyebrows, shrugging your shoulders in a manner that demonstrates the exaggerated thought you were putting into her choice of ice cream. she recognizes your teasing at once, reprimanding you with a nudge on your arm.

“you’re a little extra silly today, aren’t you?” she observes, eyeing your form with a level of appreciation that would not go unnoticed by any bystander.

you shrug again. “you’re fun to tease. you make it so easy. even natty says so.” you say shamelessly, though you look from her face for a moment, knowing you’d break character if you saw her expression.

“oh, is that so?” she laughs incredulously through her reply. you look back at her, giggling at her face as you predicted. you don’t reply, thankfully having a reason not to as you step forward to grab both cups of ice cream.

“thank you!” you tell the worker behind the counter, handing wanda her ice cream. she walks behind you, following closely when you feel a sharp pinch on your left ass cheek.

“ow!” you whisper-yell as you turn to face her. wanda steps around you so she’s in front, guiding you to the few small tables and chairs littered outside.

“you didn’t really think i’d let that one slide, did you?” she takes a seat in the chair, a spoonful of ice cream already in her mouth. your eyes narrow slightly, your body squirming as you attempt to make yourself comfortable in the chair. there was the dullest ache pulsing where wanda just pinched. you open your mouth to say something, intent on a witty remark.

“eat your ice cream, detka. i can promise that whatever you’re going to say won’t help your case.” your mouth snaps closed at her remark, your eyes falling down to the cookie dough and chocolate deliciousness before you. that seemed to be distraction enough, as you forget all about your cheeky quip and opt for feeding yourself your ice cream instead.

『 °*• ❀ •*°』

“did you see if they had a restroom here?” wanda asks you as you peruse the racks of clothes in the boutique. you had already been here for 30 minutes, yet it felt like hardly any time had passed. wanda was patient with you the whole time, never rushing you as she followed behind, admiring some of the dresses and other items you were looking at.

“i don’t think so, but the restaurant across the street had one.” you reply as you pull a pretty, floor length summer dress out from the rack to admire it. it was white with small pink flowers and green vines intricately woven through one another. it also had two thigh-high slits. you thought it was gorgeous.

“i’m gonna go head over to the restroom there then.” wanda says as she begins rummaging through her bag. “here. if you find something you like, go ahead and buy it. i shouldn’t be long.” she hands you her credit card and when you take it, it weighs heavily in your hand.

“are you sure?” you ask hesitantly as wanda leans down to kiss your forehead in farewell. she smiles reassuringly, still eye level with you as she tucks some hair behind your ear.

“i’m positive,” she leans close to your ear again. “and i’m sure natty especially would love to see you in a dress so…accessible.” she pulls away, a smug grin on her face as she turns to walk away, leaving you with your mouth slightly agape and the dress hanging limply in your arms. now you had that image in your mind.

you quickly glance over the two remaining clothing racks before deciding that you were content with the one dress you picked out. despite the romanoff couple having more than enough money to buy this whole store and every item in it without batting an eye, you still felt the need to be financially responsible. you weren’t quite used to spending their money so flippantly.

as you approach the cash register, some cute, homemade anklets catch your eye on the little display just before the checkout line. as you pick one up to examine it, you notice it has a little charm that dangles slightly below the string; it was a butterfly. you thought it was cute, but a butterfly charm didn’t hold any significance in your relationship with the two women. you wanted this small gift to hold some sort of meaning. your eyes skim the impressive collection of anklets, all in different colors and with different charms. you smile victoriously when to your surprise, you find a cute little bunny rabbit charm. there were a few different colors to choose from, but you opt for a bright green for natasha and a bright pink for wanda. the slightly obnoxious colors were purposeful. their extensive wardrobe was largely made of neutral, muted tones, so something like this was bound to stand out—just like you wanted. it was your way of telling them they were yours, and it would tell other people too.

as the cashier rings you up, you’re quick to conceal the mystery gifts before wanda comes back, hiding the anklets under the dress you purchased in the paper bag.

“did you get that pretty dress?” wanda asks, surprising you as you turn and she’s suddenly right behind you. you clutch the bag closer to your body, swaying back on your heels.

“you scared me!” you say accusatorially, clutching your hand over your heart. “yeah, i did get it. is that okay?” you add hesitantly after recovering from the initial surprise. wanda runs a reassuring hand down your back, simultaneously leading you out of the boutique.

“don’t be silly, milaya. of course it’s okay. i want you to have the things you want.” she shushes your worries with a chaste kiss to your cheek. you open your mouth to protest, but she juts her chin forward, a silent command to keep walking forward and that arguing this point would not be tolerated.

『 °*• ❀ •*°』

when you arrive home, you notice natasha is nowhere to be found downstairs. you didn’t search for her for long before you heard her faint voice coming from upstairs. she must still be working in her office. she was also probably attempting to respect your day with wanda, not wanting to come between your date.

you admired natasha and wanda’s ability to near perfectly balance a three-way relationship. it didn’t come without sacrifice or compromise. it took some getting used to for you especially. at first, you were trying to ensure both of them were getting equal attention—an impossible feat, so, they both had numerous conversations with you about how the attention would not and could not always be equally divided. that’s why more than ever, communication was extremely important. if someone was feeling left out, it was important to communicate those feelings and needs. you were far from perfect at it, but thankfully wanda and natasha were always very patient with you.

“i was planning on doing a little gardening today - you wanna help me, little bunny?” wanda asks, grabbing her gardening apron that was hanging by the kitchen door that led to the outside. you nod your head eagerly, happy to spend more time with her. while you didn’t exactly enjoy the act of gardening itself, it was a delight to see wanda so in her element. even without her saying anything, she radiated joy in every single act from the planting to the pruning to the weeding. there was something so mesmerizing about watching her knelt over, taking care of her little creations. her dirt covered hands, the small beads of sweat that accumulated on her forehead, and the way she liked to spew out random plant facts whenever you or nat were helping her out. she was perfection.

you head outside after her, bending down into the crate that sat just outside the door, which was full of different gardening tools. you put on some gloves, learning your lesson after the last time you went gloveless and two different spiders crawled right across your hand. wanda was used to bugs crawling all over, so she rarely ever wore gloves anymore.

you tend to her strawberries which were surprisingly doing very well given they were so high maintenance. the fruit was just starting to ripen, some berries more of a brilliant red than others. you cut back the dead stems just like wanda taught you, gathering the withered leaves in a small pile by your side.

the sun on your back was unforgiving. it wasn’t a particularly hot day, but being out in the direct sunlight with little protection was causing you to break out in a light sweat. you swipe the back of your hand against your forehead, returning to your bent position to cut back the remainder of the dead stems and leaves.

you find a particularly ripe looking strawberry, plucking it off the stem with gentle fingers. you take a bite, a dribble of juice dripping down onto your chin. it tasted amazing and you couldn’t help but begin to daydream of when more would be ripe so you could dip them into chocolate.

“what do you think you’re doing, little girl?” wanda asks from across the garden, taking notice of you stopping to eat some fruit on the job.

“this one was ripe!” you reply in defense, holding up the half eaten strawberry for her to see. wanda reprimands you with a look, but the normal intimidating nature of her stern looks does not phase you as you skip over to her.

“try it.” you insist, holding the berry up to her lips. you look at her face in the sunlight, noticing some beads of sweat in her hairline and the way the sun catches on her hair, making it appear lighter than it does in the shade. her green eyes are alight with something you can’t quite put your finger up as she wraps her lips around the fruit to take a bite. she chews thoughtfully, plucking the remaining green part of the fruit from your fingers to add it in her pile of dead leaves and stems of her tomato plants.

“could be sweeter. they’re not quite ready to pick yet.” she comments as she finishes chewing. you roll your eyes, already knowing for yourself they weren’t ready to eat yet.

“i know that.” you quip. wanda reaches up and pinches your nose between her index and middle finger at your sassy remark.

“i’m almost done over here. you wanna help me finish up and then we can head back inside?” she asks, to which you nod, reaching into her apron to grab a spare set of shears and putting yourself to work. an easy silence fell over the two of you as you worked. whenever your eyes met, wanda gave you a gentle smile which caused your heart to bloom with warmth. it couldn’t have been more than 30 minutes that you both worked together before the work was finished.

you stand up, brushing the dirt off your jeans before gathering the piles of dead leaves to throw them away in their designated bin. you return your gloves to the crate by the glass door and then head back inside, the coolness of the air conditioning causing you to sigh in relief.

at the kitchen sink, you begin to scrub your hands with soap—soap wanda had made. she found a lot of joy in making things from scratch. something about being so hands on and reaping the benefits of what you put so much time and effort into? you understood her reasoning, but could never share the sentiment, as you were not nearly as patient, and you hated trying something new only for it to turn out bad.

as you scrub the little bit of dirt off your hands, you feel wanda’s arms snake around you from behind, her hands sliding against yours as she helps you wash up. you lean back against her, seeking her warmth and soft presence. her lips seek out the skin of your jaw, gentle kissing down to your chin and then back up to your ear.

“you smell good.” she purrs against your ear, and you feel her press you further against the countertop. you stare at the running water coming from the faucet, watching it wash away the dirt from yours and wanda’s hands. you followed the brown water until it disappeared down the drain, your breath catching as wanda’s teeth suddenly sink into your neck.

“you were such a good girl today, malen’kaya krolik—helping mommy, being my obedient, sweet girl.” her whispered words were hot against your ear causing goosebumps to rise along your arms. just when you begin to lean back into her affection, her hands are on your hips, turning your body to face her. she reaches one hand up, brushing some stray hair behind your shoulder.

“there’s something else i want you to do for me now. are you going to continue being my good, teachable, little girl?” she coos, your eyes wide as saucers as you peer up at her and nod your head.

she delights in your look of submission—loving how easy it was for you to fold under her careful guidance and direction. she hooks a finger under your chin, pulling you in for a kiss. her lips are soft and taste faintly of her vanilla chapstick. she pulls away before you can get lost in the feeling of her lips against yours, gently pushing against your shoulders in a silent command for you to get on your knees. eager, and trusting her with every fibre within you, you sink to your knees without a second thought. wanda holds your chin up, her juniper eyes darkening as she stares down at you.

“i think it’s time i teach you how to use that mouth of yours.” she purrs, as if the thought alone was enough to send her into overdrive. immediately, your heart thuds in your chest, your cheeks flushing pink. wanda strokes the soft, warm skin with her thumb, sensing your slight nervous anticipation.

in the months you’d been their submissive, you hadn’t gone down on either of them. you were severely inexperienced and, not to mention, near terrified to try something like cunnilingus given the fact you had no idea what you were doing. both women understood your apprehension and never pushed you, enjoying being the primary givers—until now. it wasn’t that you didn’t want to try it—quite the opposite. you could feel your thighs press together at the mere thought of having your tongue sliding between wanda’s folds, but you didn’t want to do something wrong. you didn’t want them to think you were bad at sex.

“hey.” wanda’s voice rings out, bringing you back to the present. “don’t you worry about a thing, moya milaya. mommy will tell you exactly what to do. you don’t need to use that pretty head of yours.”

her voice seeps into your ears, causing that now familiar static to fill your brain. her thumb that had been stroking your cheek now brushes across your bottom lip, slowly pushing past it until your lips close around her thumb. you suckle gently, feeling her slide it further into your mouth before she gently presses down on your tongue. she adds more pressure until you gag, her thumb slipping out before sliding right back in. she moves her thumb in and out of your mouth, sending you further and further into that fuzzy headspace until she notices your eyes cloud over.

“there you go, baby, that’s it.” she praises, finally removing her thumb. a string of saliva connects your lips and her thumb even as she pulls away until it dribbles down onto your chin. she grabs onto your shoulders, guiding you to maneuver yourself so her body was now perched against the counter top with you kneeling in front of her.

“now, take off my pants.” her words are gentle, despite the command. she wanted to be gentle, at least at first to ease you into it. you comply swiftly, unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down her hips. your movements are deliberate, almost reverent as you admire the few tiny freckles that dot her legs. she steps out of them as they pool around her ankles, kicking them to the side. “panties too.” she adds, and your teeth sink onto your bottom lip as you glance down and notice the growing wet spot on the maroon material. you hook your fingers into the waistband, taking those off with the same reverence. you gasp softly as you’re now face to face with her wet cunt, the scent of her arousal tickling your nose in the best way. suddenly, you have no idea how you’ve gone so long without tasting her. the smell alone was intoxicating. her folds glistened in the setting sun, and you lick your lips at the sight, your mouth pooling with saliva.

wanda steps out with one leg, widening her stance and adjusting the position of her hips.

“come closer.” she croons, a hand coming to rest on the back of your head. you lean closer to her, her pussy merely centimeters away now. “good. now flatten out your tongue and just gently lick up and down my slit.” her instructions were clear, and with no further encouragement needed, you stick out your tongue and taste her for the first time. you keep it flat like she instructed, the muscle sliding up and down her slit. wanda hums in pleasure and you shiver at the sound, spurred on by the nonverbal feedback. feeling yourself fall into a rhythm, you use more pressure with your tongue. your movements become more eager and quick as you become lost in the feel of her. you begin to focus on her clit, knowing from your own experience how sensitive the bud is, especially when aroused.

“slower, bunny. not so fast.” her fingers thread through your hair, tugging gently to sell her point. you groan, complying with her command despite the fact that you so desperately wanted her to cum on your face already.

“you’re an eager little thing, aren’t you?” wanda pants, her hips beginning to gently roll into your face as your tongue sets the perfect rhythm against her. “mommy likes that.” her grip in your hair tightens, the muscles in her thighs tightening at the effort its taking not to fuck your face.

“slide your tongue inside me. i want to feel that hot tongue fucking into me.” her filthy words cause you to moan into her, your tongue sliding down to slip into her sopping entrance. you groan at the taste, setting a faster rhythm as you fuck the muscle in and out of her. wanda moans, the sound going straight to your own core as you press your thighs firmly together, your hips bucking into nothing. just when you think the scene can’t get any hotter, her free hand slides down, rubbing her clit with the pad of her index finger. her back arches, more moans spilling past her lips as her hips begin to more earnestly rut against you.

“fuck. look at you. moaning into mommy’s pussy like it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted. you like tongue fucking my cunt, krolik?” wanda’s breathy words only drive you further into a cloudy headspace. you whimper, nodding your head vigorously against her. she removes her fingers, your mouth quickly replacing them as you suck her clit into your mouth without instruction.

“fuck! look at me baby. look up at me with those pretty eyes.” you obey her immediately, staring up at her with hazy eyes. you alternate between sucking and lapping at her clit, your tongue occasionally dipping back down to her hole before focusing on her clit again. wanda’s words begin to turn into babbles, her head thrown back as she bucks against your face. you become mesmerized at the sight, drinking in every facial expression and every sound. she looked so beautiful lost in pleasure—pleasure you were giving her.

“i’m gonna cum (y/n), don’t you dare stop!” she grunts out, though the command was unnecessary. your mouth was glued to her pussy, your tongue maintaining the exact same rhythm and pressure just like her and natasha do for you when you’re getting close. you feel her clit swell in your mouth, her hand now fisting your hair so tightly that it burned your scalp. you moan fervently into her pussy, the whole endeavor having your body alight with warmth and desire.

she cums on your face, riding out her waves of pleasure as she rolls her hips in time with the swells of her orgasm. she pants, coming down from her high, her eyes seeking out yours again and her hold relinquishing on your hair. your eyes are sparkling with delight, which she does not miss. she hums, grinning down at you.

“such a good girl..” she praises, your tongue still kitten licking her sensitive bundle of nerves.

“c’mere, stand up.” she pulls you to your feet, your legs slightly wobbly as your knees ache from pressing against the hard floor for so long. without another word, she kisses you in earnest, her tongue sliding past your lips to taste her own arousal. she hums into your mouth, her hands running along your sides.

you whine, your need growing by the second as her hands wander up and down your torso. sensing your need, wanda slots her thigh between your legs, your hips beginning to rut against it without a second thought. you fuck yourself onto her leg like the desperate thing you are, seeking more friction.

her lips seek out the expanse of your neck, biting and sucking marks into the skin. you mewl, feeling like it was all too much but not enough at the same time.

“i know, krasivaya devushka. i know.” she coos, her hands dipping under the hem of your shirt to tease the skin there. she pushes against your waist, backing you up until your back hits the countertop opposite of you. she slides her hands down to the backs of your thighs and you squeak as in one swift movement, she hoists you up onto the countertop.

“do you want my mouth or my fingers?” wanda asks as her fingers nimbly unbutton your jeans, her hands gruffly pulling your pants and panties off in one swift go.

“both?” you whimper, your voice holding almost no strength behind it as you were so soft and pliable beneath her hands.

“both?” she echoes. “my greedy little slut wants both mommy’s mouth and fingers?” she squeezes the squishiest part of your thighs, parting them to accommodate her body. you whine, the sound piercing through the kitchen as your hips begin to grind into the air. the cool air on your wet cunt was driving you mad, her hands so close and yet so far as they tease your thighs.

“please, mommy!” you beg, needing her so desperately to soothe the ache between your legs. she hums, placing one last chaste kiss against your lips before she bends down, her face now level with your pussy. you pant with anticipation, your eyes wide and avid. she grins up at you before she sticks her tongue out, just ghosting a hairsbreadth away from your lips. you whine again, this time in unbridled frustration as your hands grip tightly onto the edge of the countertop. you push your hips out, intent on connecting your cunt to her tongue, but she retreats, an amused look on her face.

“use your words, dragotsennaya. tell me what you need,” she encourages. you press your lips into a firm line, your knuckles turning white from how tightly you were gripping onto the countertop. you weren’t overly fond of using such explicit words to communicate your needs. it was a barrier both wanda and natasha constantly pushed against.

normally you wouldn’t cave and give her what she wanted so readily, but your cunt was now weeping, dripping onto your thighs. “please, mommy! i wanna feel your fingers inside me and your mouth against me!” your words are rushed and breathy, your hips being held still by wanda’s firm grip.

wanda makes a noise, not entirely pleased with your answer. “i think you can do better than that, shlyukha.”

you groan, your frustration evident, but for now, went without being reprimanded.

“mommy please!! fuck my pussy! i wanna cum on your face!” you half shout, your brows furrowed in frustration.

wanda purrs, her tongue finally delving in between your soaking folds. you squeak, the feeling so wholly satisfying that you shiver with relief. her hot muscle laps at your clit, her fingertips circling your entrance before slamming two fingers inside of you. she sets a brutal pace, giving you no time to adjust. your pussy squelches around her fingers, her lips wrapping around your clit.

“mommy! mmmh, feels so good!” you moan, your hips bucking against her. you fervently chase your high, already feeling your muscles begin to tighten in your lower abdomen.

you feel her fingers curl against that spongy spot inside of you, your hole clenching around her fingers as you feel the coil pull impossibly tighter.

“‘m gonna cum! please, please, mommy can i cum??” you plead desperately, your head thrown back, your body rutting against her.

“go on, krasivaya krolik. cum for me.” she moans against you. her words muffled against your cunt. that was all the encouragement you needed before you fall apart, moaning loudly as you do so.

her fingers continue pumping inside of you, even after you’ve come down from your high. you whine, your walls fluttering around her fingers. she slowly withdrawals them from within you, and you feel every knuckle scrape against you until she holds her fingers up between the two of you. she examines them carefully and you watch with flushed cheeks as you wait for her to hold them against your lips. “so wet, little girl. you know normally i’d feed these to you, but i think there’s someone here that would appreciate them a little more.”

you furrow your brow at her comment, glancing at her face for an explanation.

“natalia.” she speaks into the silence, and it was only then you hear a shuffle behind you. you turn and notice natasha in the doorway, her eyes clouded over with desire. she walks over to the two of you, her eyes roaming both you and wanda’s half naked bodies. she was shameless, both in her stare and the fact that she had been caught gawking.

“i didn’t mean to interrupt.” natasha purrs, leaning forward to wrap her lips around wanda’s fingers that were covered in your arousal. she’s diligent and thorough as she sucks the digits clean, wanda reaching up to move some hair out of natasha’s face.

“doesn’t our little bunny taste so good?” wanda croons, causing your cheeks to blush in embarrassment. natasha hums, releasing wanda’s fingers with a pop.

“she does.” natasha faces you now, her fingers wrapping around your jaw. she steps close until your faces are inches apart, her jade eyes boring into yours. she leans in and kisses you slowly, forcing her tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself. you swipe your tongue against hers, your arms reaching to wrap around her neck.

she pulls away after a few moments, her eyes surprisingly still light and warm.

“are you guys hungry?” she asks abruptly, carefully detaching herself from your limbs. you glance out the window, realizing the sun was nearly gone. you hadn’t realized how much time had passed since you and wanda had begun playing.

your stomach growls before either of you could answer, causing both wanda and natasha to chuckle lightly.

“alright, dinner time for our little girl.” natasha coos sweetly, her palm coming to rest against your warm cheek. you lean into her affection, smiling shyly.

natasha helps you redress as wanda takes care of herself and the three of you together make a homemade meal.

it was satisfying to spend so much time and effort into a meal as simple as spaghetti, but as wanda helps you make the noodles, you can’t help but be present, appreciating these moments you get with them. you wouldn’t trade the domestic time you got with the lawyers for anything in the world.

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[plazasims]

Url Song Game

Thanks for the tag @john-ts-sh-ai and @mur-rayy 🖤

Was it hard? Of course it was. Since my playlist has all the letters of the world except the ones I need at the moment.

p - Play God - Deathstars l - Liquid Mourning - Nailed To Obscurity a - Animals (Orchestral Version) - Architects z - Zwischen Uns - Eisbrecher a - All Ends in Silence - Dark the Suns s - Sinematic - Motionless In White i - In the Field of Blood - Lord of the Lost m - Make It Rain - Avatar s - Sleepwalkers - Draconian I tag: @strangestorytellersims @northernsiberiawinds @nv-games @libre-mar and anyone else who would like to join!

[justforbooks]

The musician Maurice el Médioni, who has died aged 95, provided a reminder that there was a time – in the period between the second world war and Algerian independence in 1962 – when Muslim and Jewish musicians worked together in Algeria to transform the country’s popular music.

He was a pianist who could play, and blend together, almost any musical style. His left hand might pump out stomping boogie rhythms while his right hand played Arabic or Andalusian styles. He could switch from French chanson and cabaret to Latin themes, and he played a key role in the development of the Algerian styles chaabi and raï.

El Médioni described his early life in the Algerian port city of Oran as “playing in bars and at Arabic marriages or Jewish weddings or playing in a big chaabi orchestra for the Algiers radio station. I started out playing boogie-woogie that I learned from the Americans, then Latin music, flamenco and Andalusian music. I was one of the first to do that and brought it into Arabic music, and now they love it.”

He was a star in Algeria in the 1950s, but then came the Algerian war, independence and the large-scale exodus of the Jewish population. El Médioni left for Israel in 1961, but when he realised that many of his exiled musician friends had moved to Paris he decided to join them. There he worked as a tailor by day and a musician by night – a lifestyle he continued when he moved to Marseille in 1967.

After decades in the musical wilderness, El Médioni eventually built an international reputation when in his 60s. The French producer Francis Falceto (creator of the Éthiopiques series) heard a cassette of El Médioni’s music and played it to the British musician and producer Ben Mandelson. Mandelson produced a recording session in Berlin, with El Médioni playing alongside some of his own musician friends and some British musicians, and the resulting album, Café Oran (1996), introduced his unique piano style to a new audience.

He followed with the album PianOriental (2000) and in the same year played at the Soul of Algeria concert at the Barbican in London, accompanying his old friend the Jewish Algerian singer Lili Boniche, in a line-up that included the Algerian “grandmother of raï”, Cheikha Rimitti.

In 2003 he opened for the British band Oi Va Voi and then joined them for the encores at shows at the ICA in London, and in Moscow and Los Angeles, and in 2006 released Descarga Oriental with the Cuban percussionist Roberto Rodriguez. Recorded in New York, the album was a reminder that Latin styles were among those he had loved and learned back in Oran. The album won a BBC Radio 3 World Music award.

The following year El Médioni played a major role in the El Gusto project, which involved an album, a film and a series of concerts that reunited Muslim and Jewish musicians from Algeria. He had declined to appear at a concert in Algeria, saying it was “not the right time” to return, but starred in an emotional show in Marseille that ended with a rousing version of the Algerian favourite Ya Rayah. In 2008 there was a further reunion with Algerian musicians as he opened for Khaled, raï’s biggest international star, at the Barbican; he had earlier played on Khaled’s 2004 album Ya-Rayi.

In 2011, and by now in his 80s, El Médioni and his wife, Juliette (nee Amsallem), whom he married in 1953, moved to Israel to live close to their children. He continued to record and perform, working with the Orchestra Ashkelon and the singer Neta Elkayam, and was a major influence on young Israeli pianists. He returned to London in 2012 to play with the Iraqi oud player Khyam Allami.

Born in Oran, in French Algeria, Maurice was one of four siblings brought up by their mother, Fany, following the death of their father, Jacob. Jacob had run the Café Saoud in the city’s Jewish quarter along with his brother, Messaoud El Médioni, the renowned musician better known as Saoud l’Oranais. Maurice attended the Ecole St André, and started to learn the piano when he was nine, playing by ear and listening to the musicians who gathered at the cafe.

He incorporated anything that he heard into his playing, learning Latin, jazz and boogie-woogie from the black American GIs who arrived in the city after the liberation of Oran in 1942. He played in clubs popular with the soldiers, and made sure his audience heard the music they wanted. He also composed and played for the big names of the Jewish Algerian cabaret scene, including Boniche and Line Monty. He had been persuaded by his mother to follow a career as a tailor, but music was his passion.

In 2017 he published his memoir From Oran to Marseilles (1936-1990) with help from his British followers. The preface was by Mandelson, the foreword, translation and interviews were by Jonathan Walton (a former member of Oi Va Voi, who uses the name Lemez Lovas as a musician), and the editor was the broadcaster and musician Max Reinhardt, who described him as “charming, open-hearted, wise and witty … a compulsive musician who couldn’t wait to get near a keyboard”.

Juliette died in 2022. El Médioni is survived by his children, Yacov, Marilyne and Michael, and five grandchildren, Jeremie, Barbara, Benjamin, Nourit and Emmanuel.

🔔 Maurice el Médioni, musician and songwriter, born 18 October 1928; died 25 March 2024

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Udah gak sih? capek liatnya, tolong stop semua ini dan jangan ganggu kita lagi. anggep aja kita semua gak kenal.

Yah udah lrp dia

Gak kenal sama mereka

Udah 5 tahun gak imagine

Gak pernah selingkuh

I don't have one, fams.

Bagus, asal tau batasan aja.

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Conkill kalo badmood, pelor, kurang bisa berbaur sama orang baru.

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Its 4am and my bf went to sleep but Rayi I'm love you

[devilishoon]

request: ¿podeis hacer un smut de sunghoon en español? <3

sinopsis: en una fiesta de pijamas que ha organizado jake, terminas acostándote con tu amigo sunghoon.

pareja: park sunghoon x lectora

advertencias: smut (+18), dom! sunghoon, degradación, sexo sin protección (no hagan lo mismo que la rayis, usen protección), amigos con derecho a roce (?

recuento de palabras: 2699 palabras

notas: es el primer smut que subo a tumblr en español, ¡espero que lo disfrutéis!

                    BE QUIET

             — Park Sunghoon —

—¿Entonces qué película vemos, la última de Spiderman o la última de los Warren? —preguntó Jake, listo para seleccionar una de las dos con el mando a distancia.

—La última de los Warren —fuiste la única en responder, ya que los demás estaban, o bien terminándose las palomitas que habían preparado, o bien concentrados en sus pantallas móviles.

—De eso nada —Jay se negó en rotundo porque detestaba las películas de terror.

—¿Pero qué más da cuál pongamos? A mitad de película la mayoría os habr��is dormido —comentó Sunghoon.

—En nada va a ser la una, veamos esa o terminaremos sin ver nada —añadió Heeseung agotado, después de media hora intentando escoger una película con nosotros.

—Pues no se hable más —Jake zanjó la conversación y le dio al play, ganándose un bufido por parte de Jay.

Más o menos a mitad de la película, algunos de los presentes ya estaban profundamente dormidos, tal y como Sunghoon había predicho.

A decir verdad, todo se había vuelto más tranquilo ahora que no se escuchaban los gritos de Jay ni los comentarios que Jake hacía con Heeseung, así que Sunghoon aprovechó ese pequeño momento de paz para recostar su cabeza sobre tu hombro y descansar un poco.

—¿No te importa que me apoye, verdad?

—Que va, tranquilo, acuéstate —respondiste algo nerviosa, porque muy en el fondo sí te importaba.

Sunghoon era el que más te atraía con diferencia de todo tu grupo de amigos, y a veces tenía gestos contigo que no hacían más que confundirte, como por ejemplo el que estaba teniendo en ese mismo momento.

—Si te empiezas a sentir incómoda me lo dices —te susurró al oído para no molestar al único que aún quedaba en pie, el cual se giró al escuchar vuestras voces la última vez.

Te limitaste a asentir a modo de respuesta y él se acomodó entonces sobre tu hombro, aprovechando también para cubrirse con parte de la manta que tú estabas usando.

Por un momento temiste que alcanzase a escuchar los frenéticos latidos de tu corazón o que se percatase de tu respiración pesada, pero descartaste aquellas opciones al mirarle de reojo y darte cuenta de que se hallaba con los ojos cerrados, dispuesto a dormir.

—Pst, Jake —llamaste a tu amigo en voz baja, queriendo decirle que quizás ya iba siendo hora de ir a descansar, pero entonces sentiste unos calientes dedos posándose sobre la parte que tus pantalones cortos no llegaban a cubrir.

—Dime —respondió el contrario, dándose la vuelta para atenderte.

—Baja un poco más el volumen, que las escenas con música se escuchan muy alto y vamos a despertar a los demás —improvisaste, ganándote una caricia bajo la manta por parte de tu amigo de cabellos plateados.

Una vez que Jake volvió a prestarle atención a la pantalla para bajar el volumen, tragaste saliva e intentaste contener tus nervios, convenciéndote de que Sunghoon simplemente estaba moviéndose involuntariamente y en sueños. No obstante, él te demostró lo contrario cuando empezó a trazar círculos con su dedo pulgar sobre tu muslo, apretando tu pierna con el resto de sus dedos.

Algo incómoda, tosiste para llamar su atención, pero él prosiguió hasta colocar tu pierna sobre una de las suyas, pudiendo así acariciar la parte interior de tus muslos.

—Oye, ¿y si nos vamos a dormir ya? Me está empezando a entrar sueño —propuso Jake, sobresaltándote. Estabas tan sumida en las caricias de Sunghoon que el más mínimo ruido habría conseguido asustarte.

—Me parece bien, yo estoy que me caigo de sueño también —mentiste. Sabías a dónde querían llegar a parar los dedos de Sunghoon, y no querías pasar un mal rato conteniéndote por estar tus otros amigos en la misma sala.

—Pues mira, como ellos tres ya están dormidos, podríamos dejarles el sofá y quedarnos tú y yo con una habitación cada uno.

—Oye, yo no quiero dormir en el sofá.

"Mierda", pensanste al escuchar la voz adormilada de Sunghoon.

Las únicas habitaciones disponibles eran la de Jake y la de sus padres, y ahora que él había "despertado" era evidente que ibas a tener que pasar la noche entera con él.

Una parte de ti lo estaba deseando, pero tu otra parte quería desaparecer de la faz de la tierra.

—Puedes dormir con ella entonces, yo me quedaré en mi cuarto —se deshizo Jake del problema.

—Oye, ¿y por qué tengo que dormir yo con él? Dormid los dos juntos y yo me quedo con tu cuarto —rechistaste.

—No pienso dormir con Jake, ronca mucho por las noches —el mediano descartó tu opción.

—Tú te lo pierdes —bromeó el mayor. —En fin, ya le has oído, quiere dormir contigo así que a mí me toca dormir solo.

—Pero estamos en tu casa, se supone que eres tú el que decide —fuiste insistente.

—La verdad es que, si me das a elegir, prefiero dormir en mi cama —confesó el anfitrión, traicionándote. —Lo siento, pequeñaja.

—Pero... —antes de que volvieses a insistir, Sunghoon se levantó del sofá y te cargó sobre su hombro. —¿Pero qué haces? Suéltame —exclamaste en voz baja, todavía consciente de que el resto estaba durmiendo.

—Tú duermes conmigo y se acabó —dijo él, saliendo por la puerta del salón.

—Jake, ayúdame a bajar —le suplicaste antes de perderle de vista, pero este se encogió de hombros. Supiste por su expresión facial que se estaba disculpando contigo.

Una vez llegastéis al dormitorio, Sunghoon te dejó caer sobre la cama y se adentró en el cuarto de baño particular sin decir nada, llevando su mochila consigo para cambiarse de ropa.

Entre unas cosas y otras, ya estábais los dos en pijama, resguardados por las sábanas. Habíais elegido el lado del colchón jugando a piedra, papel o tijeras, y a ti te había tocado dormir en el lado de la pared, así que dormiste cara a ella, dándole la espalda a Sunghoon.

De nada sirvieron tus intentos de conciliar el sueño. El hecho de tenerle a tus espaldas no te estaba ayudando, y mucho menos el recordar lo que había sucedido en el salón hacía un momento. Pero, al parecer, no eras la única que aún no había conseguido dormir.

Notaste como el más alto se movió sobre el colchón, y la forma en la que apegó su cuerpo al tuyo te sorprendió. En ese momento, él supo que tú también habías permanecido despierta todo este tiempo, y comenzó entonces a palpar uno de tus senos por encima de tu camisa. Parecía no querer perder más tiempo.

—Sunghoon, para —no sabrías decir con exactitud de dónde salieron tus fuerzas para hablar, pero conseguiste formular aquellas palabras sin morir en el intento.

—Si haces un solo ruido estás muerta, ¿me oyes? —te susurró al oído con voz ronca.

—Estamos en casa de Jake, no está bien que hagamos esto aquí —respondiste, intentando no dejarte llevar por sus roces posesivos.

—Por eso mismo, guarda silencio —torció tu argumento, pasando su mano por debajo de tu camisa de pijama.

—Somos amigos, nos arrepentiremos de esto luego —continuaste argumentando en su contra, pero no pudiste evitar que tu cuerpo respondiese al cosquilleo que te habían producido sus alargados dedos.

—Tú misma lo has dicho, ya tendremos tiempo de arrepentirnos luego —esquivó tu nuevo argumento, tratando de levantar tu sujetador para después abarcar uno de tus pechos con su cálida palma.

—Sunghoon, ¿estás seguro de que lo que quieres hacer es lo correcto? —aquella iba a ser tu última interrupción, solo querías asegurarte de que él sabía lo que estaba haciendo para ganar algo de confianza.

—Yo lo estoy, ¿lo estás tú? —sonó algo impacience, pero dada tu predisposición, cediste sin miramientos.

—Sí, lo estoy —aceptaste.

—Perfecto, entonces cierra esa preciosa boca tuya hasta que te pida que la abras —jamás pensaste que él pudiese llegar a hablarte de esa forma tan caliente.

El de cabellos plateados continuó con su labor tras vuestra breve conversación. Empezó por retorcer tus pezones y terminó por tirar de ellos, acelerando tu respiración e incrementando tu lujuria.

—Date la vuelta —te ordenó al cabo de un rato, después de haberse entretenido lo suficiente en esa posición.

Sin rechistar, te diste la vuelta sin bajar tu sujetador, topándote con sus oscuros ojos marrones, los cuales te observaban con intensidad.

Justo con esa mirada, descendió un poco y se adueñó de uno de tus pezones con su boca. Lo lamió y mordió, y a su misma vez sujetó ese pecho con una de sus manos. Es más, aprovechando que ahora podía usar sus dos extremidades, empleó la restante para seguir excitando tu otro pezón.

Algunos sonidos dulces y melosos empezaron a emerger en el interior de tu garganta. No podías evitarlo, las ganas de llegar hasta el final estaban creciendo dentro de ti.

Ya habiendo succionado tus pezones unas cuantas veces y habiendo dejado algún que otro chupetón en tu escote, el contrario se reincorporó sin apartar la vista de tus labios, queriendo alcanzarlos con los suyos.

—Nada de besos —interpusiste tu mano entre vuestros labios.

Lo más probable era que al día siguiente siguieséis siendo amigos, y no querías pasar el resto de tus días pensando en su maravillosa forma de besar. No obstante, a Sunghoon no parecía importarle mucho aquello, y sin decir nada apartó tu mano y juntó sus hinchados labios con los tuyos, dándole paso a un beso fogoso.

Poco tardaron vuestras lenguas en juntarse y poco tardaste tú en ceder. No cabía duda de que él era gran besador. Tal y como se rumoreaba entre las chicas de tu universidad, a cada beso lograba incitarte más y más a continuar.

El más alto, aprovechando que tú te hallabas hipnotizada por sus besos, se colocó sobre ti y rozó tu intimidad por encima de tu ropa, aunque poco duró su mano en ese lugar. Enseguida optó por pasarla por debajo de tu pantalón de pijama.

—Vaya, ¿tanto me deseas? —mordió su labio inferior al notar lo empapada que estabas, dedicándote una sonrisa traviesa.

Tus mejillas se tornaron de rojo al escuchar sus palabras. Le odiaste por hacerte pasar vergüenza así, de modo que golpeaste su pecho suavemente y cubriste tu rostro con ambas manos.

El contrario se rió de tu tierna reacción y apartó las manos de tu rostro, uniendo vuestros labios por segunda vez.

Casi de forma inconsciente lo atrajiste hacia ti, presionando tus dedos sobre su nuca y tirando de sus cabellos de forma despreocupada. Gemiste más tarde en su boca cuando pasó su mano por debajo de tu prenda interior mojada y te tocó.

Sus dedos te estaban llevando a la gloria junto con sus besos, se sentía como si te estuvieses entregando al infierno más caliente. Y cuando pensaste que ya no podía hacerte sentir mejor, descendió, dejando un camino de besos por tu cuerpo hasta alcanzar tu zona íntima y lamer tu crítoris.

De nuevo, fijó su provocativa mirada sobre ti y sus manos alcanzaron tus glúteos, atrayéndote así hacia su rostro, para de esa manera poder saborearte mejor y sacarte algún que otro gemido.

—No sigas —suplicaste llegado cierto punto. Sus dedos te estaban penetrando al mismo tiempo que su lengua jugaba con tu clítoris, no podías soportarlo más.

—¿Por qué debería parar? —la vibración de su atractiva voz impactando contra tu centro, revolvió tu estómago.

—Si sigues así voy a correrme —confesaste, y entonces él extrajo sus dedos de tu interior y los lamió para saborear tus fluídos una última vez.

—Está bien, terminemos con esto de una vez entonces.

Se deshizo de toda su ropa en un momento y después se dio cuenta de que tú, sin embargo, seguías completamente vestida.

—¿A qué esperas? Desnúdate para mí.

Hiciste lo que te pidió con vergüenza, y una vez quedaste desnuda frente a él, te empujó para que cayeses sobre la cama que quedaba a tus espaldas.

—Así me gusta, ahora déjate llevar, ¿de acuerdo? —buscó una respuesta en tus ojos.

—De acuerdo —asentiste—, pero ¿qué vas a...? —antes de que te diese tiempo a formular tu pregunta, el más alto escupió en su mano y bombeó su erección, colocándose seguidamente entre tus piernas e introduciendo su miembro completo en tu interior de una sola estocada.

No pudiste evitar gemir sorprendida. Podías notar a la perfección como su grande erección palpitaba y crecía en tu interior.

—Como hagas un solo ruido más te juro, por lo que más quieras, que mañana no podrás caminar —te advirtió, dándote una segunda estocada. Tuviste que contraer tus labios esta vez para evitar gemir.

Con el paso de los minutos, sus movimientos lentos pero duros, pasaron a ser más bien rústicos y rápidos. Se podía escuchar con claridad la forma en la que vuestros cuerpos chocaban entre sí.

—Que apretada estás, joder —pasó sus dedos por su cabello desordenado, ya que algunos mechones de pelo le impedían verte hecha un desastre bajo él.

Verte en aquella posición, recibiendo sus estocadas, no hacía más que incitarle a aumentar el ritmo de sus caderas.

—¿Quieres que siga hasta el final? ¿Quieres que me corra dentro de ti? —preguntó cerca de alcanzar su orgasmo.

—Sí, házlo —gemiste sobre su cuello, ya que el contrario había descendido su torso, incapaz de mantenerse sobre sus brazos.

—Maldita puta caliente —relamió sus labios antes de intensificar el ritmo de sus estocadas.

Llegó un punto ambos perdistéis la cabeza. Tú empezaste a gemir en alto sin importarte la presencia de tus amigos en la casa, y su garganta empezó a emitir sonidos roncos.

Finalmente, la primera en correrse fuiste tú, de modo que calentaste y apretaste su miembro en tú interior, provocando así que él se corriese y pintase tus paredes de blanco.

—Levántate y ponte de rodillas —su voz sonó autoritaria a pesar de que apenas podía respirar correctamente.

—Pero... —dijiste confundida, y mientras tanto tus pulmones lucharon por una calada de aire.

—He dicho que te pongas de rodillas —no te atreviste a jugar con su paciencia, cumpliste sus deseos y ya.

Una vez que tú te mantuviste sobre tus rodillas, Sunghoon se sentó en el borde de la cama y levantó tu barbilla con dos de sus dedos, masturbando su pene con su mano libre mientras tanto.

—Abre la boca, princesa.

Abriste la boca y Sunghoon introdujo tan solo la punta de su polla en ella.

—Quiero que te la metas entera —te animó a ello, sujetando tus cabellos desde la raíz.

Succionaste su miembro tal y como te lo había indicado, hasta que la punta rozó tu garganta, a partir de ahí ya empezaste a notar arcadas y te detuviste.

Él, por otro lado, mantuvo tu cabeza en esa posición un poco más, consiguiendo que tus ojos se nublasen de lágrimas.

—Así me gusta, buena chica —sacó al fin su longitud de tu cavidad bucal, permitiendo que tosieses y limpiases tus lágrimas. —Más te vale guardar silencio la próxima vez si no quieres que folle esa boca tuya sin piedad.

—Lo siento, no era mi... —te interrumpió.

—Shhh, no te disculpes, durmamos —asentiste a modo de respuesta.

Despertaste sola a la mañana siguiente, y no pudiste evitar pensar la noche que habías pasado con Sunghoon. Te sonrojaste al recordarlo todo, pero algo en tu interior se rompió al no encontrar a Sunghoon durmiendo a tu lado después de todo.

Te reincorporaste en el colchón y tomaste tus prendas para vestirte. Una vez lista, saliste a desayunar con todos tus amigos.

—Buenos días —dijeron todos a excepción de Sunghoon, que te observó por encima del borde de su taza de café.

—Buenos días, ¿al final dormistéis bien vosotros dos? —te referiste a Jay y a Heeseung, los cuales habían dormido en el alargado sofá del salón.

—Tengo la espalda reventada, pero no me desperté en toda la noche, así que bien —respondió el estadounidense.

—Pues yo he dormido genial —Heeseung le llevó la contraria.

—¿Y tú y Sunghoon? —Jake cambió de tema repentinamente, tomando asiento a tu lado y tendiéndote una taza de café.

—Bastante bien —respondistéis los dos al unísono e intercambiastéis una mirada cómplice.

—Ya, eso me pareció escuchar ayer —dejó caer el anfitrión antes de darle un sorbo a su café, llamando la atención de los demás.

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Speaking her language

For the charming @empress-writes​ 💙💛🧡💖

Hope you’ll like the story!

The South of France is a safer place for the Basterds, as they took a break after their last mission.

They were currently hidden in a remote cottage near the small village of Gassin. Its inhabitants were kind and helpful, which was a blessing for Aldo Raine and his men.

"No news from the superiors, Lieutenant?"

"Na yet, Donny. But ya can be sure that we're gonna heard about them, one way or another!"

"So, let's enjoy our free time!" happily exclaimed Hirschberg as he ate a piece of cake.

"Can you sometimes stop eating, you glutton?" admonished Andy.

"But Mrs. Dupin's pies are so delicious!"

As the others were gently chatting, Wicki was gazing at (Y/N) (L/N), the only woman in the group. He could not help but smile while looking at her as she read a book. 

If you ask him, he would probably answer that everything she did was perfection. To sum up, he fell heels over head in love with the woman.

Of course, the other Basterds were aware of it and never missed an opportunity to tease him about his crush. Even Hugo loved taunting him!

Wilhelm's daydreaming was interrupted by Utivitch, who shyly asked:

"Hey, (Y/N)?"

"Yes, Smithson?" answered the woman with a gentle smile.

"What are you reading?"

"Oh, I was reading Les lettres de mon moulin by Alphonse Daudet. It is a French collection of short stories about Provence!"

"Okay... Wait, you understand French?"

She laughed.

"Uti, can you remind us what is my job here?"

"She is the translator, you dummy!" growled Hugo.

"Don't be so harsh, Stiglitz!" scolded Hicox.

"Indeed, I am the translator of the group."

"Of course!"

"By the way, how many languages do you speak?" inquired Omar.

A sly grin appeared on her face.

"What if we played a little game?"

"YES! A GAME!" happily screamed Andy, Michael, and Simon.

"Ouch! My ears!" grumbled Wicki.

"Okay, let's play! What are the rules, doll?" asked Donny.

"It's simple: I'll talk in a language to each of you in turn, and you have to guess how many languages I can speak!"

"Sounds good to me! Start whenever ya want, pretty!"

Suddenly, all the Basterds were quiet and waited for (Y/N).

While she was mentally choosing the first player, the other Basterds noticed the enamored gaze of Wicki towards the blonde woman. Time to play some trick on the suitor...

"I'm going to start with... Mr. Hicox!"

"I'm always ready, my dear!"

"Eres muy guapo. ¡Un verdadero caballero!" (You're very handsome. A real gentleman!)"

"Mmmmh... I would say that you speak Spanish!"

"Exactly!"

"And what did you say?"

"I told you that you were handsome, and you look like a real gentleman!"

The Basterds laughed and whistled.

"Well, milady, you're absolutely astonishing! Hearing you speaking Spanish is like listening to a nightingale!" answered the British spy with a seductive wink.

The young woman chuckled before asking:

"You sweet-talker! Alright! Who's next?"

"Why won't you ask Omar?" snickered Michael.

"Go to hell!" grunted the latter.

"Don't worry, Omar: it's only for fun. Are you ready?"

A charming smile came across Omar's face:

"Please, go ahead!"

"Okay... Nǐ hěn yǒnggǎn, wǒ hěn gāoxìng chéngwéi nǐ de péngyǒu!" (You're brave, and I'm happy to be your friend!)

Omar was puzzled.

"It does not sound like a European language..."

"You're right, it's not from Europe..."

"Mh, that's tricky... I don't know!"

"Give it a try!" she gently encouraged him.

The soldier scratched the back of his head:

"Er... Is it Japanese?"

"Sorry, but no. It was Chinese!"

"CHINESE? REALLY?" yelled Omar under the laughs of his comrades.

"Yes, indeed. I learned it when I was younger, thanks to my nanny who came from Shangai! And if you want a translation, it means that you're brave and I am happy to be your friend!"

"Alright... Well, thank you! It was beautiful! Especially when it comes from you!"

"You charmer!"

Wicki raised an eyebrow: he started to guess what his friends were doing, and he was not pleased...

"Fine, let's go back to the game, would you? The next one will be... Donny!"

"At your orders, baby doll!" 

"Then, I start... Sei forte e affascinante! E amo il tuo sorriso!" (You're strong and charming! And I love your smile!)

"Ah, so easy! Italian!"

"Bravo! You're right!"

"And what did you mean?"

"I said Donny is strong and charming... and I love his smile!"

Donny put his large hands on his chest, faking to be enthralled.

"And she speaks Italian! Gosh, this woman is perfect!"

He blew her a kiss.

"Please, receive this proof of love from a Bostonian guy!"

Laughing at his antics, (Y/N) mimicked catching the kiss and holding it against her heart.

"Thank you, Donny!"

As for Wilhelm, he gets annoyed. He did not know if they were trying to woo her for real or if they were just pissing him off. In both cases, he hated them at the moment.

"Okay. For the next turn, I'll ask for... Lieutenant Raine!"

"Here I am, pretty woman!"

"Fine, let's go... 'ant qayid rayie qawiun washajae wajadhab jadana!" (You are an astounding leader. Sturdy, brave, and so attractive!)

"Uh, that's a tricky one! Sounds like the Cree language..."

"Unfortunately, Lieutenant, I don't speak Native American languages."

"Okay... So, is it Danish?"

"No."

"Hm... Perhaps Portuguese?"

"Wrong answer. It was Arabic!"

"WOAH!" exclaimed all the Basterds, impressed.

"God, you awe me! And what did you mean?"

"I was saying that you are an astounding leader and that you are sturdy, brave, and attractive!"

Aldo smirked and gave her his best seductive face.

"Girl, give me back my heart, would ya? You stole it since the first day!"

(Y/N) heartily laughed.

"Please, Lieutenant: you're a charmer!"

"Only for you, sweetheart!"

"Verräter!" (Betrayer!) gritted Wicki.

"Fine, let's go! I choose... Andy!"

"At your service, milady!"

"Okay, I start... Du är söt när du ler." (You're cute when you smile)

"Uh... Does this language exist?"

"Of course!"

"Okay, Kagan: use your brains... Ah, I know: Danish!"

"Almost..."

"Swedish?"

"Good answer!"

"Well done, Kagan!" laughed Archie.

"Thanks, sir... But I'm sure that if (Y/N) goes to Sweden, they would hate her!"

"Why?"

"Look at her smile: it's like the sun, the snow would melt in a blink!"

"Oh My God, Kagan! That was the corniest thing I've ever heard!" roared Michael as he clutched his sides.

"Well, I find it cute. Thank you, Andy!"

"You're welcome... By the way, what did you mean?"

"Oh, I said that you're cute when you smile!"

Kagan fiercely blushed.

"Thank you, Miss..."

"Pleasure is mine... Hey, Michael, do you want to try?"

"I never say no to a challenge, especially from a beautiful lady!"

"Let's see... Vy geniy i prekrasnyy chelovek." (You are a genius and a lovely man). 

"Woah, Woah, Woah! What the hell is that language?"

"I assure you, this is a real language!"

"Uh... German?"

"NO!" answered Wicki and Stiglitz, offended.

"Calm down, guys! Okay, so if it's not German... It's Russian!"

"Bravo!" (Y/N) clapped happily.

"Wait a minute... If I did not miss the track, we know that you speak 6 languages! And I don't know why, but I think you know more!" said Utivitch.

"That's right! Okay, now, who wants to try?"

"I volunteer!" exclaimed Smithson.

"With pleasure! Let's see which language I use with you..." she wondered.

She got an idea and started to speak in a foreign language:

"Anata wa watashi ga imamade deatta naka de mottomo omoshirokute shinsetsuna hitodesu!" (You're the funniest and kindest man I ever met!)

"Ah, I got it! If it's not Chinese... It's Japanese!"

"Splendid!"

"Well done, chap!" laughed Simon as he applauded.

"Thanks, pal. And may I know the meaning of your sentence?"

"Of course! I said that you are the funniest and kindest man I ever met!"

"And they dare to say perfection does not exist! Obviously, they did not meet our lovely (Y/N)!" shouted Utivitch.

"Please, don't exaggerate!" blushed the young woman.

Wicki clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles went white. He swore to God that they would pay for their antics.

"Okay, the next player would be... Simon!"

"Yes, ma'am! Always yours!"

"You trickster! Fine, try to guess this one... אני מאוד מעריך את החברה שלך." (I really appreciate your company)

"No... You speak Hebrew? The language of our people?"

"Indeed."

"But it sounds beautiful when it comes from you! Okay, you know what? After the war, I'll marry you!"

"Oh, Simon! Don't be so crazy!" she laughed.

"I'm already crazy in love with you!"

"And you say I am corny, Michael..." sneered Andy.

"Forget what I said!"

After she stopped laughing, (Y/N) declared:

"So, I think we had three players last. Well, let's the game begin with Hirschberg."

"Hooray! Here I am!"

"Alright! So, try to find this one... Jesteś uroczym żarłokiem." (You're an adorable glutton)

"Well, that's unusual! Er... I don't remember hearing this language before!"

"Give me suggestions!"

"It is a Slavic language?"

"Not at all."

Gerold sighed.

"Damn it, girl! It's a freakin' riddle!"

"Watch your language in front of a lady!" scolded Hicox.

"Don't worry, Archie: I've heard worse before!" said (Y/N) with a smug grin.

"Mh, I don't know... Is it Turkish?"

"Not at all, but I am currently studying this language!"

"Er... Nope, I don't know!"

"It's Polish!"

"My my, she is impressive!" chuckled Aldo as he took a bite of his bread.

"And what did you say?"

"I said that you are an adorable glutton!"

Hearing that, the other Basterds roared with laughter.

"AH AH AH AH! Well done, (Y/N)!" shrieked Utivitch.

"Hey, that's not fair!" yelped Hirschberg.

Upset that she would offend her friend, the woman apologized.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, Gerold. I did not mean to..."

"It's alright, (Y/N). Likewise, I'll always forgive you!"

"Oh, why?"

"Because you are beautiful!" answered the soldier with a huge smile.

Relieved, she happily laughed while Wicki contained himself to punch someone's face.

"Okay, now, let's go on with Hugo!"

"I'm listening..."

"I'm sure you'll recognize this language... Du erinnerst mich an einen Wolf: einsam, mysteriös und faszinierend." (You remind me of a wolf: solitary, mysterious, and fascinating.)

"German, without hesitation!" smirked Stiglitz.

"Indeed!"

"And what did she say?" asked Donny.

Hugo stood up and walked towards her.

"She compared me to wolf. She said that I am solitary, mysterious, and fascinating..."

"(Y/N) got the point!" smiled Michael.

Stiglitz arrived near the woman and kneeled with deference.

"You won... I surrender to your beautiful voice! I could not resist you speaking my mother tongue with such delicacy!"

"Nice touch, Stiglitz!" exclaimed Archie.

"Oh, Hugo! You must be exaggerating: I'm pretty sure my accent was a disaster!"

"The only thing pretty is you, (Y/N)" grinned Hugo as he gently kissed the woman's hand... while he looked out of the corner of his eyes at Wilhelm with a roguish glance.

"Trottel!" (You jerk)!" gritted the latter through his teeth.

At the same moment, (Y/N) was amused by her friends' antics: they always treated her like a queen and were very respectful towards her. But this time, she felt that there was something else, like if they were playing a prank on someone...

"You guys are all amazing! But let's finish this game with the last player: Wilhelm!"

Hearing his name, Wicki snapped out of his anger and said:

"Yes, I'm ready!"

"Okay so, let's see if you will be able to find this one... Mon cher Wilhelm, tu es un homme courageux, loyal, et séduisant." (My dear Wilhelm, you are a courageous, loyal, and attractive man.)

The Austrian Jewish man smirked:

"Without any doubt, I would say... French!"

"Precisely! You had a good ear!"

"And what did you say to Wilhelm? I'm curious..." asked Hirschberg with a playful tone.

(Y/N) slightly flushed before answering:

"I told him that he was a brave, loyal, and attractive man!"

"How cute!" laughed Aldo.

As for Wilhelm, he was struck: definitely, he was in love! With a smug smile, he said:

"Merci beaucoup pour le compliment, jolie mademoiselle!" (Thank you very much for the compliment, lovely miss!)

(Y/N) was impressed by his hidden talent.

"Oh, what a surprise! I did not know you speak French!"

"I know a few... but I'm sure I would not reach your level!"

"Don't underestimate yourself!"

"Heck, she could give some “private” lessons, if you want!" smirked Andy while wiggling his eyebrows.

"Keep your dirty thoughts for you!" snarled Wicki.

"Okay guys, calm down! Now that everyone answered (Y/N), did anyone count how many languages she can speak?" asked Archie.

"I did sir! And she speaks in 11 languages!" replied Utivitch.

"11 LANGUAGES?" shouted the others.

"Indeed, you counted well, Smithson. But I also speak Portuguese, Dutch, and Slavic languages. And I'm currently learning Turkish, Hindi, Danish, Korean, and Finnish!"

"Girl, are ya planning to learn all the goddamn languages around the world?" asked Aldo, flabbergasted.

"Maybe... Seriously, I've always been interested in languages since I was a little girl and I never stopped my passion! Luckily for me, I was gifted with a good memory..."

"We noticed it." shrugged Hugo.

"Man, we're lucky to have her with us!" stated Hirschberg.

"Well spotted, private!" 

They enjoyed the afternoon, when (Y/N) had to go to the village for some groceries.

Once she left, Wicki turned his angered glare towards his comrades.

"May I know WHAT THE FUCK were you all doing earlier? Wooing her as if you did not know what I felt?"

"Don't be mad, Wicki: we just wanted to make a joke!" said Utivitch who tried to calm his friend.

"I did not find it very funny!" growled the Austrian.

"Don't be so ill-humored! We'll never steal her from you. Of course, we all love her, but she is like a sister or a best friend to many of us!" retorted Kagan.

"Damn right, Kagan. But Wil, ya better tell (Y/N) what ya feel for her! Stop tripping and man up!" ordered Aldo.

"And how I'm supposed to do that?"

"Use your brains, Wicki, and take a guess: why don't you use something she likes to declare your love?" muttered Hugo as he smoked his cigarette.

"Something she likes..." mumbled Wilhelm as he lost himself in his thoughts.

Suddenly, an idea popped up in his mind, and he slightly grinned: maybe he can try something interesting. 

He got up and searched in his bag a book his mother gave him before his departure. Wilhelm felt that the answer to his issue was between the pages of this poetry collection... 

Later in the evening... 

The cool summer night was calm and appeasing for the Basterds as they were finishing the meals brought by their French accomplices. 

At the same time, (Y/N) went for a small walk through the forest. She enjoyed the peaceful surrounding of the woods and sat on a tree stump to gaze at the shining stars who enlightened the dark blue sky.

The young woman slightly shivered as she felt the gentle breeze caress her bare arms.

"Can I join you?" asked a familiar masculine voice.

Startled, she turned and was relieved to see Wilhelm.

"Oh, it's you! You scare me!"

"I'm sorry!"

"It's fine... You can sit with me!"

Thanking her, the soldier sat close to the young woman. 

He felt a knot in his stomach as he was nervous: God, this girl would be the death of him!

He straightened up himself and declared:

"It's a nice night!"

"Indeed: I've always appreciated summer nights. I don't why, but it always soothes me... And it reminds me of this beautiful painting entitled Starry Night."

"Made by Van Gogh in 1888, if I'm right?"

"Exactly. It was a representation of a starry sky in Provence... where we are!"

"Interesting, I did not know this part of the story..." smiled Wicki.

He leaned closer and said:

"You know, this landscape reminds me of a poem..."

"Really?"

"Would you like to listen?"

"I would enjoy it!" (Y/N) smiled.

Wilhelm cleared his throat and declaimed:

Es liegt der heiße Sommer (There lies the heat of summer)

Auf deinen Wängelein; (On your cheek’s lovely art:)

Es liegt der Winter, der kalte, (There lies the cold of winter)

In deinem Herzchen klein. (Within your little heart.)

Das wird sich bei dir ändern, (That will change, beloved,)

Du Vielgeliebte mein! (The end not as the start!)

Der Winter wird auf den Wangen, (Winter on your cheek then,)

Der Sommer im Herzen sein. (Summer in your heart.)

When he finished reciting the poem, he saw a beautiful smile across (Y/N)'s face.

"Wilhelm, it was amazing!"

"Danke. Maybe you know the author..."

"I think it's Heinrich Heine!"

"Exactly! It’s the poem titled There lies the heat of summer."

"He wrote such beautiful masterpieces about love."

She shrugged with a sly smile.

"I'm a helpless romantic!"

"Don't apologize: it's one of your qualities!"

He added with a slight blush on his face.

"Besides, this poem has a special meaning for me..."

"Honestly? Why?"

"Yes. Well, when I was younger, I told my mother that I would say this poem to the girl I want to spend my life with..."

"Oh, that's so charming..."

(Y/N) interrupted herself when she realized what happened.

"Wait a minute... Did you mean that..."

Wicki nodded.

"You've guessed right: I love you, (Y/N). Since the first day in our team, I knew you were meant to me. But I was a coward for a long time and I did not know how to tell you the truth... until tonight!"

There was a silence until the young woman let out a relieved sigh:

"Thank God, what a relief!"

"What do you mean?"

She fidgeted with her fingers, slightly embarrassed.

"You know, Wilhelm... You were not the only one who was shy about their feelings!"

"You mean... that it's reciprocated?"

She agreed with a slight nod and a timid smile.

Assuaged by this revelation, Wicki leaned closer to her face, letting a few inches between their lips.

"Ich liebe dich, (Y/N)..."

"I love you too, Wilhelm..."

And they gently kissed, their lips sealed in a tender moment... 

Meantime, the other Basterds were spying on them, delighted smiles on their faces.

"Finally! He said it!" smirked Aldo.

"Look how cute they are!" grinned Utivitch.

"Indeed, they are. But remember guys: if you want to stay alive, don't cha flirt with her!" stated Donny.

"We took note, Don'. Should we celebrate this new couple?" asked Hirschberg.

"We'll do it when they'll come back to the camp. For now, let's them enjoy this moment alone!" tenderly smiled Andy.

"Gentlemen, we shall come back before they notice our presence. Moreover, we have a celebration to prepare!" simpered Hicox.

"The British's damn right! Let's go, boys!" discreetly cheered Michael.

"I'm so excited! It's like another Valentine's Day!" laughed Simon.

As they went back, Hugo looked back at the lovers with a small grin on his face.

"Well played, Wicki. You managed to speak her language, after all..."

Well, he was right: Wilhelm and (Y/N) found the perfect language between each other: the language of love...

Thank you for the reading!

I hope you’ll like it and I’m looking for your requests!

Take care and see you soon! 😘🥰😍🤩😷

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Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - until the end of time, babey

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - it was love at first sight but then they started talking i do think it was some form of ~interest~ in one another at first sight, but then all that drama and lack of communication happened so they didn’t really allow themselves to even dream about the possibility of a relationship. HOWEVER! once lion joined rainbow and they talked their shit out like people who know how to cope, there was a period of a few months that is now referred to as The Four Months of Pining™, during which glaz did a lot of paintings where the subject (who usually bears an uncanny resemblance to doc or lion) is staring at something (or someone) longingly. he calls it his french period. when they finally get together, a LOT of money changes hands. and goes straight into sledge’s pocket (he was the only one who bet that it would take them this long). diana gets a brand new collar (handmade), bed (handmade), dish (handmade), and many new toys (some handmade, some store-bought. sledge’s craftsmanship can only get him so far) 

How was their first kiss? - you know how the french are supposed to be super suave and confident??? and how gay people are trying their hardest but they’re just Not Good at things????? (i know these are stereotypes but stay with me). well, with their 5/8 french blood (i hc one of doc’s parents is fully algerian while the other is half french, half algerian), and their 4/4 gay blood, they have an 81.25% chance of success in matters of the heart. sadly, that 18.75% chance of failure came into play during this situation. picture it. doc and lion. romantic, home-cooked dinner. le festin is playing in the background. they’re holding hands over the table. suddenly, doc’s cat goes into labour. all hell breaks loose. lion is getting flashbacks to his son’s birth, so now he’s hyperventilating. doc carries him to the couch and turns on the fan so he can cool off and catch his breath, before carefully moving his cat, Rayie (arabic for gorgeous, pronounced rye-ah) to the living room in his handmade Birthing Box, then grabs a pile of blankets and a heat lamp and situates himself on the ground nearby so he can help her if she needs it. once the kittens are born (they’re twins!! Sadiqi is the boy, and Amirti is the girl!!!) doc makes sure they’re nice and warm and that Rayie is recovering, and gives her pets while she cleans her babies. once the happy family is all settled in for the night, doc walks over to the couch and just. lays down on top of lion. once he’s gotten over the adrenaline of the birth, he takes lion’s face in his hands and says “promise me you’ll be more calm if we ever decide to have kids” and gives him a BIG smooch while lion’s just short-circuiting like “does he know i have a son???? did i forget to mention my son?????? also what about these kittens??? are they not sufficiently childish to count as children????? DOES HE WANT KIDS????? does he want to marry me??????? wait why is he getting so clo-”

Wedding:

Who proposed? - lion. it was the day of their two year anniversary (yes i AM saying they got together the august after outbreak don’t @ me) and they were on vacation at doc’s family’s Secret Beach House. they were vibing on the balcony, watching the sunset, when lion suddenly clears his throat. doc turns to look at him and finds his boyfriend down on one knee, looking like he might flee to Bermuda. he’s reaching for something in his pocket. doc starts laughing. lion, completely misunderstanding his reaction, flushes and stammers out an apology. doc sees this, and immediately stops, though he’s still smiling gleefully as he catches lion by the biceps, then reaches into his own pocket and pulls the ring he was going to give olivier. they exchange rings, giggling like little kids, and spend the rest of the night making out on whatever surfaces are available. 

Who is the best man/men? - for lion? montagne. (his son is the ring bearer and doc’s niece is the flower girl). for doc? rook. he’s so happy he gets to participate in his dad’s wedding

Who is the bride’s maid(s)? - for lion: finka. for doc: twitch

Who did the most planning? - both of them!! do you know how hard they worked to ensure the ceremony was valid in the eyes of both of their religions

Who stressed the most? - s e e  a b o v e

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - lion’s parents. they tried to call him during the reception but doc’s grandma grabbed his phone and started cussing them out, talking about dishonor and how they tried to disown him so they’re not his parents anymore, and besides, his new family absolutely adores him, so really, it’s their loss. once she hangs up, she pulls lion into a hug and he calls her his favorite, if only, grand-mère

Sex:

Who is on top? - who’s topping? lion. but sometimes doc gets bitchy so he gets to set the pace if you know what i mean

Who is the one to instigate things? - they are both lowkey horny 24/7 so 👀👀👀

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now (only because they do get to see each other fairly often. if one goes on a long mission without the other, once they get back they will bump it up to a 10 real quick)

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - idk long enough ig. maybe longer if someone feels they’ve been left ~unsatisfied~ they might go a few more rounds ;))

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - ok it depends on what they’re doing but usually it’s one or two each, but on ~special~ occasions it’s either doc getting edged and denied for hours, OR doc getting forced to come over and over again until he’s begging for something, whether it be more or a goddamn break even he isn’t really sure. either way he’s crying and lion is consistently asking if he needs to safeword and otherwise checking in because they may like it rough but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - unless someone’s hormones and organs get fucked, zero

How many children will they adopt? - probably none?? idk they’ve already got lion’s son and they’re both busy enough with work so

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - NEITHER!!!!! DISGUSTANG!!!!!!!!!

Who is the stricter parent? - god i wanna say both. like lion and his attachment to rules??? but doc and his Mom Friend energy????? but ig lion BUT HE’S NOT STRICT TO THE POINT HE’S A BUZZKILL OR ANYTHING HE’S JUST RESPONSIBLE (he will NOT allow his husband and son to go vandalize the property of some islamaphobic brits, as much as he agrees with the sentiment) 

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - doc will only allow vandalism if it’s in the name of righteousness. meaning, he’ll allow their son to spray paint the walls of a goddamn walmart with shit like “eat the rich” and a portrait of robespierre and a guillotine, but it is a HARD NO on defacing places like the library or community center (unless he has a good reason to do so). lion spends his time praying and making sure his son knows which acts of civil disobedience are acceptable and which are distorting their goal 

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - doc. he (privately) dreams of retiring (eventually) and living out his lifelong dreams of being a househusband. so

Who is the more loved parent? - SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW GET OUT OF MY HOUSE IM GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS. but ig lion??? BUT ONLY BECAUSE THEIR SON HAS KNOWN HIM LONGER. doc is half Dad and half Cool Uncle Who Gives Me Spray Paint And Tells Me To Make Myself Heard (to clarify, i know doc is a pacifist, but im kinda projecting my own sentiment of “we’ve tried to be peaceful but you wouldn’t give us the time of day. now that we’ve “acted out” we’ve gotten your attention, and rest assured, things are going to change.” he won’t hurt anybody, he’s just tired of having to be everyone’s “muslim friend” and educating people on things they could google themselves)

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - it used to be lion out of necessity, but when people started asking about his “wife” he was really torn between telling them that he and his son’s mother separated, but now he has a partner and his son seems very happy about it. when doc finally attends a meeting with lion, people really struggle to hide their shock. a few clunky but well-meaning “we support you”’s and “we’re sorry for everything that’s been going on”’s later, doc has used his charm to make friends with literally everyone. from then on, he is on pta duty on behalf of lion and his ex

Who cried the most at graduation? - lion! his parents purposefully didn’t show at his, so it’s a big deal for him to show his son just how proud he is. doc tears up a little too, but manages to mostly keep it together so he can support lion, who spends most of the day heave-crying about how proud he is into his husband’s shoulder. gustave just pats him on the back and tells him that they’ll run out of donuts if they don’t get to the concession stand soon

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - doc. civil disobedience, baby!! he has never been caught. lion fears the law after his youth, so he tries to avoid any visits to law enforcement. he also can’t stand to see his son behind bars

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - doc. househusband, remember?

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - doc, but only because he can be a bit of a spice supremacist. he has to get his ingredients from these very specific farms and markets or else his great grandmother will begin manifesting in their house to curse them

Who does the grocery shopping? - doc, bc he does NOT trust lion to not just sweep all of the microwave ramen and kraft mac n cheese into the cart then sprint to self-checkout

How often do they bake desserts? - whenever possible. doc and maestro live by the philosophy “don’t do anything halfway” if they’re going to go through the trouble of making a meal, it will have multiple courses. 

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - doc is more of a salad eater but only for ease of consumption with halal laws. he adores filet mignon

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - lion! maestro enlists himself as assistant head chef after walking into the base’s kitchen one day to find lion covered in flour and lying facedown on the floor, crying

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - also lion! though he’s memorized doc’s order at all of their favorite restaurants, so he usually just gets take out and puts on a big show of being a “tired housewife who works in the kitchen all day just for this one meal” and setting up the table so it’s all nice and romantic

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - lion. he tried crème brûlée once. never again 

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - lion. organization is everything to this man. doc helps with laundry and such, but for the most part he leaves organization to lion and his systems (think leslie knope levels of planning and organization)

Who is really against chores? - neither! they both understand that teamwork makes the dream work, baby!!

Who cleans up after the pets? - doc, since lion’s already asked him which color hanger should represent “clothes i can tear off my husband before we fuck” and he needs a Moment

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - neither. they don’t own a broom

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - lion because of the deep-seated catholic urge to appear perfect in front of others, and doc because people will gossip, olivier!

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - lion. he immediately called doc into the room and asked “is this your stash of drug money?” doc, who had been asleep because it was 3 in the morning on a saturday, just stares at him

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - it is so bold to assume they don’t shower together to “cut costs”

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - lion is known in their neighborhood as the man who walks cats. there is a facebook page where people post pictures of him walking his cats. vigil is an admin

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - LITERALLY EVERY HOLIDAY GETS DECORATIONS. lion makes his own for the muslim holidays since there really aren’t many “of good quality” in stores. when they first started dating, doc came home to find his house covered in ramadan decorations, and lion standing precariously on a ladder, trying to string up fairy lights while learning how to pronounce important arabic words. needless to say, doc cries

What are their goals for the relationship? - mutual joy and contentment!!!! 

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - doc. he’s sleepy

Who plays the most pranks? - lion, but they’re stupid ones like replacing certain pictures with danny devito. doc gets back at him by replacing pictures of jesus with ewan mcgregor, and putting yoda into his nativity scene. lion doesn’t notice

[staytheb]

Immortal Soulmate [1team edition]

Genre: immortal!au, soulmate!au, supernatural!au, fantasy!au, slice of life Word Count: 1,110 Summary: werecat!bc, faerie!rubin, werefox!jinwoo, vampire!jehyun, werewolf!junghoon with genderneutral!ocs

9.21.21

EDIT! due to Xen and Jehyun redebuting, i included OX in the tag due to that. maybe in the future i could add the rest of the OX members. for now i’ve just done this and to hope clear any confusion.

notes: bullet-list. five in one. a brief introduction of each immortal member as different types of otherwordly beings. also i’m not all that familiar of 1team and hope it’s good enough for y’all!! (Sol means Pine, Namoo means Tree, Yiseul means Dew, Hanbyul means One Star, and Haru means Day just an FYI on why i chose the names lol)

alright hello! the original request was something different and realized that i just couldn’t write it even if i tweaked it. so i would like to apologize to @rainbowglitteramythyst for waiting so long to read something and it wasn’t of your original request. i hope this one is good good enough even though it was an older worked titled Immortal Soulmate with different idols, but i felt that i could do something with that for the 1team boys here. also why it’s titled the same with the brackets since i really do like that title in general lol but yeah anyways, who doesn’t love some dark romance right? i honestly had a lot of fun writing this one and imagining as said immortal being. maybe one day i could actually write a fuller fic for the boys, but for now it’s just this. anyways, thanks for the request, and sorry once again for not writing it out. as for everyone else, hope y’all enjoy as this is my first gender neutral ocs as i usually write the ocs as female! kthxbai, Admin Lia~

werecat!CSH

name is Chin Sungho

appears to be in his mid-twenties, but is actually over a few centuries years old

his cat form is an abyssinian

loves being pampered while in cat form

while in cat form likes to steal the neighbors' laundry for some reason

while in human form owns two actual cats named Shy and From

can play the flute and saxophone, but has no effect on his soulmate

he's pretty laid-back, but reserved around strangers

by day he's a university student, but by night he's part of the rap underground

and how Sungho manages to be a cat in-between his beyond him

some powers includes: night vision, inaudibility, stealth tactics, and spiritual awareness

Park Sol is a normal human also in their twenties

Sol is indirectly Sungho's owner as Sol's mother was the one to adopt the apparent 'stray' cat

Sol's unaware he's is a shape-shifter and that both are unaware that they're soulmates

they both attend the same university with Sungho majoring in veterinary science and Sol's majoring in visual arts

the mother named him Bryan, but Sol calls him Rayi instead

while in cat form, Sungho adores Sol, but as a human, he's quite aloof for some reason

Sol also own two other cats, Andante and Texas, but they don't quite like Sungho in either form

faerie!LRB

name is Lee Rubin

appears to be in his mid-twenties, but is actually over a few centuries years old

half-elf, elven mother and human father

neither good or evil, neutral although a bit mischievous and playful

is wondrous, but slightly haughty

changes hair color constantly

looks human despite an ethereal glow and unnatural beauty to him

gets into a lot of arguments with the butterflies when it comes to flowers

is still learning french despite his age

can play the piano and guitar although this has no effect on his soulmate

besides elven abilities, faery magic, and ecokinesis, Rubin has large sparkly wings and can manipulate fairy dust

Kim Namoo is a normal human also in their twenties

they have been neighbors since babies, but are not friends as Namoo tells people

Kim Namoo is unaware of his true background and neither of the two are aware of the fact that they're soulmates

they both attend the same university and are both majoring in fine arts

Rubin likes teasing Namoo the most, but is quite protective of Namoo if others mess with them, too

he's the reason why Namoo has dreaming and sleeping issues

Namoo has a beagle named Ruru and a scottish fold named Prince and they both have a love-hate relationship with Rubin

werefox!LJW

name is Lee Jinwoo

appears to be around in his early twenties, but is actually a few centuries years old

his fox form is an arctic fox

in his fox form he has three tails with each having their own personality

is quite active and may be why he eats a lot in either form

favorite food is ramen and fried rice, especially with animal heart and liver

has a great sense of smell and hearing

as a fox loves cuddles and has perfect heat insulation

Jinwoo is super shy with strangers, but very lively with closed ones

despite being a fox spirit, Jinwoo actually likes dogs

some powers includes: illusions, enhanced physical skills, possession, and fox-fire

Baek Yiseul is a normal human also in their twenties

Yiseul lives in the same apartment complex as Jinwoo, but on different floors

they also attend the same university with Yiseul majoring in photography and related media and Jinwoo majoring in nutrition

Yiseul is unaware that he's a shape-shifter and is his soulmate

Jinwoo knows that Yiseul his soulmate due to the invisible galaxy-colored fox flower tattoo on their upper back

he's the reason why Yiseul's pet hamster, Malik, goes missing and returns a few days later

Yiseul's pomeranian, Zayn, hates him because Zanik knows Jinwoo's a fox spirit

vampire!MJH

name is Moon Jehyun

appears to be around in his early twenties, but is actually a few centuries years old

dhampir, vampire dad and human mom

a natural charmer and a smooth talker

enjoys pulling pranks on unsuspecting humans

prefers animal blood over human blood just as the same with animal meat to human meat

eye color changes based upon current mood

still needs to be invited inside

owns two cats name Coco and Kkotnim

by day he's a university student, but by night he's a street dancer

besides vampiric abilities and umbrakinesis, Jehyun has bat-like feathery wings, can shape-shift, and walk in sunlight

Sun Hanbyul is a normal human also in their twenties

they live in the same house block and have a circle of mutual friends

Hanbyul is unaware of his true nature and background and that their his soulmate

Jehyun knows Hanbyul's his soulmate because he recognizes the old soul within them that glows pale lilac

they attend the same university as fashion design majors although Hanbyul thinks Jehyun should be a model instead

Hanbyul works at a late night dessert bar cafe and Jehyun would stop by during one of his nightly visits

Hanbyul has a jack russell terrier, Groovin, who isn't quite fond of Jehyun

werewolf!LJH

name is Lee Junghoon

appears to be around in his early twenties, but is actually a few centuries years old

his wolf form is a mix of the grey and red wolf

as a wolf Junghoon's fur coat is tawny brown with silver and golden highlights

can shift body temperature to accommodate any weather and climate changes

has a cool demeanor and doesn't hold grudges

can be a bit emotional and sad at times, especially during the full moon

isn't particularly weak against silver or related substances, but it hurts a lot when it happens

usually craves raw meat, but will eat a rare to medium rare

by day he's a university student, but by night he's also part of the underground rap scene

some powers includes: enhanced physical skills, healing factor, invulnerability, and area affinity

Jung Haru is a normal human also in their twenties

they've been acquainted since babies as their great-great-great-grandparents have been long time friends

Haru's unaware of Junghoon's background and that their his soulmate, but feels a strong attraction to him

Junghoon knows Haru's his soulmate due to their scent smelling like the spicy fragrance of the night gladiolus

they both attend the same university with Haru majoring in social welfare and Junghoon majoring in environmental education

Haru has a samoyed named Juan and an alaskan malamute named Frizzy that absolutely adores Junghoon

Haru also has a friend that's part of the underground scene and would accompany that friend

[deadestofdoves]

Playing some FFXIV. Here’s my character Cayi Rayi

[theyoungturks]

Steven Crowder and the Daily Wire have doubled down on their contract feud. Cenk Uygur, Rayy Vana, and Lance from The Serfs discuss on The Young Turks. Watch TYT LIVE on weekdays 6-8 pm ET. http://youtube.com/theyoungturks/live Read more HERE: https://www.mediaite.com/news/ben-shapiro-tears-into-youtube-shill-steven-crowder-after-shock-jock-escalates-feud-by-airing-secret-recording-of-daily-wire-ceo/ "The very public spat between hard-right shock jock Steven Crowder and the Daily Wire escalated on Thursday night and Friday morning after Crowder played a secret recording of his contract negotiations with Daily Wire CEO Jeremy Boreing – who was offering Crowder an astounding $50 million to join the conservative media empire for four years. “I’m asking it. Would you walk away? What would it take for you to walk away? And $50 million. Because it’s true. That’s exactly what I did. That’s exactly what I’m doing,” Crowder doubled down on his show Thursday night. “And so long as these contracts out there include enforcement of Big Tech, of punishing conservative creators on behalf of the people we claim to fight, the people who have long since demonetized us and can’t stand me. And part of me doesn’t blame them. As long as these contracts include that, not even for me. But the next person, I wouldn’t take a billion dollars,” Crowder declared." *** The largest online progressive news show in the world. Hosted by Cenk Uygur and Ana Kasparian. LIVE weekdays 6-8 pm ET. Help support our mission and get perks. Membership protects TYT's independence from corporate ownership and allows us to provide free live shows that speak truth to power for people around the world. See Perks: ▶ https://www.youtube.com/TheYoungTurks/join SUBSCRIBE on YOUTUBE: ☞ http://www.youtube.com/subscription_center?add_user=theyoungturks FACEBOOK: ☞ http://www.facebook.com/TheYoungTurks TWITTER: ☞ http://www.twitter.com/TheYoungTurks INSTAGRAM: ☞ http://www.instagram.com/TheYoungTurks TWITCH: ☞ http://www.twitch.com/tyt 👕 Merch: http://shoptyt.com ❤ Donate: http://www.tyt.com/go 🔗 Website: https://www.tyt.com 📱App: http://www.tyt.com/app 📬 Newsletters: https://www.tyt.com/newsletters/ If you want to watch more videos from TYT, consider subscribing to other channels in our network: The Watchlist https://www.youtube.com/watchlisttyt Indisputable with Dr. Rashad Richey https://www.youtube.com/indisputabletyt Unbossed with Nina Turner https://www.youtube.com/unbossedtyt The Damage Report ▶ https://www.youtube.com/thedamagereport TYT Sports ▶ https://www.youtube.com/tytsports The Conversation ▶ https://www.youtube.com/tytconversation Rebel HQ ▶ https://www.youtube.com/rebelhq TYT Investigates ▶ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwNJt9PYyN1uyw2XhNIQMMA #TYT #TheYoungTurks #BreakingNews 230120__TB01_Crowder_And_Daily_Wire by The Young Turks

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NICE NICE !! I hope u get him wehheheh

also possibly!! I’m a lil tired rn but maybe later we can play ya!

i hope you can get some rest in then :OO but hoo rayy

[leopimentashow]

A satisfação de mais um dia maravilho e abençoado! Trabalho executado! De volta ao lar... Obrigado por tudo meu Deus! #pantera #sport @pantera.sport #home #house @tntsportsbr @sportv #luisvuitton @luis_vuitton_official The satisfaction of another wonderful and blessed day! Work done! Back home ... Thanks for everything my God! #thanksgod #obrigadodeus @futball120 @varzesh3 @khabar.varzeshi رضاء يوم آخر رائع ومبارك! انتهى العمل! العودة للوطن ... شكرا على كل شيء يا إلهي! rada' yawm akhar rayie wamubarak! aintahaa aleml! aleawdat lilwatan ... shukraan ealaa kl shay' ya 'iilahi! #game #lifestyle #play #just #victory ❤️😘🏆⚽️ @errejotaoutlett @estileirastoreoficial @estilo_man_ (em Pantera Sport) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLvP7hGF7OK/?igshid=ikp9efcz809b

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Lupine Publishers | Islamic Numismatics

Lupine Publishers | Journal of Anthropological and Archaeological Sciences

Islamic Numismatics represent a significant field of study in Islamic history, archeology and civilization. In this regard, Miles states in the introduction of his book about the Numismatic History of Rayy: “No field of history is so well served by its numismatics as is the Islamic” [1].

Numismatics have received special attention in the Islamic State. In fact, Islamic legislation ‘Shari’a’ has been interested in coins in terms of worship and transactions, due to the connection between coins and zakat, dowry, contracts, waqf, diya and others. Numismatics also played a significant role in the Islamic State not only as an important tool for the economic system, but also as the governmental media system that resembles diverse modern mass media, such as radio, television, newspapers, magazines, and more. Such significant role attains to coins’ rapid circulation and widespread, for all hands hold it and all eyes envision it.

Islamic coins played an integral role in political life during the Islamic State in an unprecedented way throughout the ages, because of their significance in the political system since the beginning of Islam. Numismatics represented the most important emblems of kings and sultans that the caliphs and rulers were keen on immediately obtaining after holding power. That is, the caliph or ruler had to announce ruling through major procedures, the first of which was to struck numismatics under his name, making supplications in the Friday sermon, and inscribing his name on tiraz [2].

Numismatics were the main means of communication between the caliph or the ruler and his people through which he transmitted the principles of his reign and the foundations upon which it was based. Numismatics were also used to announce important statements to the people and to record the major events the State witnessed. Therefore, the study of Islamic numismatics was particularly important to know the political systems of the various Muslim states as an official document issued by the State Mint –under the ruler’s command-whose value is difficult to question or challenge. Historians have depended –in their diverse disciplines-on coins in the study of the various aspects of history and Islamic civilization, benefitting from numismatics in the interpretation of many historical phenomena and in asserting and denying the authenticity of information in different historical sources.

Islamic numismatics are a huge record of names and titles belonging to different figures in Islamic states, such as Caliphs, rulers, sultans, kings, governors, workers, ministers, crown princes, militaries, police officers and kharaj (taxes) holders, mint supervisors and workers, renowned women, doctors, assistants, servants, slaves, market supervisors and others, which makes Islamic numismatics an important source in the study of the political and administrative systems of the Islamic State in various historical periods. The following are examples of the most important names struck on Islamic numismatics:

Names of Caliphs, Rulers, Sultans and Kings

The importance of Islamic numismatics lies in the fact that the names of Caliphs and rulers who struck it were recorded on them except for a few. Therefore, by classifying Islamic numismatics, it was possible to obtain lists of the dynasties, families, and ruling states in the Muslim world, and to even date their reign more precisely. This is because Islamic coins often carried their date of struck.

In fact, Islamic numismatics were characterized by relatively high authenticity in this respect, because, as abovementioned, numismatics represented the king and the sultan and were an important sign of reign and sovereignty, Therefore, the caliphs and rulers upheld this right and did not allow anyone to claim it. Whoever struck coins without the approval of the caliph or the ruler was considered a rebel against him and a dispute on his property. This was confirmed by Abu Ya’li when he said: “To struck numismatics without the approval of the Sultan was prevented for being considered a rebellion against him” [3].

Numismatics struck without the approval of the Sultan by rebels and protestors were not permissible for circulation and were often even not recognized, which is clearly evident in what al-Mawardi stated in identifying the types of coins approved in kharaj (taxes), as he said: “… what is struck is reliable (meaning under the name of the Sultan) and therefore was accepted in payments of the so-called sales prices and consumed values. If the struck numismatics are of different value but of equal quality, the taxes holder demanded the one of highest value. That is, if it was struck by the Sultan of the time, the worker would accept it, for refusing it would be a rebellion against the Sultan. However, if the numismatics were struck by someone else, the worker would have to consider if the numismatics were of equal value to what is taken in kharaj, he would accept it, if not of equal value, then claiming the numismatics would be unjust and unfair [4].

The rebels and protestors recognized the importance of numismatics as a means of addressing the people and spreading their ideas and the principles of their revolutions, in an attempt to attract the support of the people, which attained success to many of them in these revolutions. Not only that, but the rebels and protestors struck numismatics as a significant manifestation of governance, sovereignty and independence, standing against the ruler through the king’s major emblem, which is to struck numismatics. Therefore, the rebels and protestors were keen on making numismatics struck under their names to express their power and their total independence from the ruler against whom they revolted.

The numismatics of the rebels gained special importance in the study of Islamic history and civilization because they are regarded as unquestionable proof of their owners’ rebellion against the Sultan of the state. Moreover, the periods in which these numismatics were struck were often short, and revolutionary numismatics were few -as compared to state numismatics - because the rulers of the different states melted such coins and struck them in accordance with the general form of the state, which reflects the popularity of revolutionary coins and the legitimacy of their circulation. Certainly, these revolutionary coins were not allowed for circulation inside the state, since they were illegal numismatics bearing the name of a usurper of power and did not bear the name of the legitimate Sultan of the country, but this does not deny the relative spread of such revolutionary numismatics in the cities and territories controlled by these rebels. Since the rebels were keen on legitimatizing their numismatics for circulation, or on encouraging people to use such numismatics, prompted them to struck these coins properly in high quality and often with adequate weight. Yet, some rebels struck coins that did not conform to the weight and legal quality of contemporary revolutionary numismatics for they were intended for propaganda and media only.

Therefore, the collections of Islamic numismatics preserved in museums, palaces and private collections holders have received the attention of researchers in the field of Islamic numismatics since the 18th century A.D., for they collected, categorized and published them in special catalogs on Islamic numismatics. Since then, interest in the study of Islamic numismatics has not ceased, either in terms of publishing the collections of numismatics preserved in many museums and international private collections; a field of interest for many scholars, or in terms of conducting analytical studies to make use of such coins in the study of Islamic history and civilization for coins are regarded as one of the most important sources in Islamic history; a field of interest that began later than the former, for these analytical studies have started since the middle of the last century. Some researchers dealt with numismatics from the legitimacy point of view as an important tool for the payment of zakat, while others attempted to make use of such numismatics as one of the significant sources in Islamic history and civilization, conducting analytical studies to reveal the different aspects of life in the Islamic community as reflected on the coins of that era. In addition, other studies aimed at benefiting from this important source.

The study of Islamic numismatics and the passion for it was not limited to researchers and specialists in this field, but also extended to other collectors who loved this significant branch of archaeological studies and exerted distinct effort in being keen on purchasing and collecting various numismatics, through which such collectors found great pleasure, relieving their physical and moral issues for obtaining these numismatics.

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