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giamee · 1 year

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𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝟐 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄!

୨♡୧ pairings :: blade x reader ; sampo x reader ; gepard x reader ; dan heng x reader ; jing yuan x reader ; luocha x reader

୨♡୧ gia's notes :: writing this as a quick lil thing because i just finished school and i want to like,,, pay homage to the crushes ive had on my classmates LMAO this is so self indulgent i'm delulu... gonna miss seeing them in the hallways ,,, this one kinda mid i wrote it on my phone while half asleep AND ITS EXAM SEASON RAHHHHHH

୨♡୧ contains: modern!school!au, fem!reader sorry, most definitely ooc because these are based off of real people oops, just cute lil crushes man feel free to judge my taste in men !

𓆩♡𓆪 BLADE

-he's in your biology class, but not close enough to really get to talk to him

-you're not sure what to make of him, but you see him in the gym a few times when you're there as well

-his stony exterior, however, is shattered in your eyes when you enter the gym one day to find it empty other than just him in there, blasting his playlist out loud

-out of all of the possible genres he could he listening to, you weren't expecting a drill remix of anime osts

-you can't help the giggle that escapes your lips from what you're witnessing, and blade freezes upon hearing it before whipping his head round to face you like a deer in headlights

-he scrambles to turn it off as you set up at a squat rack, and it's almost endearing to see such a stoic classmate look so flustered

-you almost felt bad for the guy, and you hesitated before asking blade if he could spot for you

-and just like that, the ice was officially broken

-the two of you talked more frequently now, even becoming sort of friends through your shared class and the gym

-more frequent talks gave way to the more intimate aspects of blade's personality- as it turned out, he was quite touchy

-lingering touches when spotting you in the gym turned to his leg pressed against yours when you sit next to each other- leaning into your personal space a little too close to call it casual, and the bastard enjoyed the way you got flustered when his face got near to yours and the way that people looked at the pair of you and whispers, rumours, started to fly

-"if you keep sitting that close to me, people are going to think that we're dating," you huffed at him

-blade didn't even glance up from his phone that he was scrolling through with one hand, the other resting against the back of your chair

-"good." you were glad that he didn't look up to see the way that your eyes widened and you turned your head to the side to hide the giddy smile that was creeping onto your face

-and despite you enabling this, all the harmless flirting, there was some unquellable part of you that screamed to be set free and hoped for something more. that when he made you look him in the eyes with a finger under your chin, he wasn't just doing it to tease you

-there was undeniably something going on between the two of you, but there was also the unspoken mutual decision to not mention it

-and so you resigned your self to the realm of just friends. it would be easier this way, to move on without any ties before uni

-yet on the last day, you found him scrawling his phone number in your yearbook with a demand to stay in touch, and it left you looking down at the inked digits with the thing in your chest set free, telling you that your feelings might just be reciprocated

𓆩♡𓆪 SAMPO

-your deskmate in chemistry because of a stupid seating plan that didn't change the entire year

-you've never really spoken before, but he's well-known for being rowdy

-his friends sit nearby, and most of his conversations consisted of talking to them loudly while leaning across your desk, while you try to balance your chemical equations

-other than that, you keep to yourselves mostly

-it isn't until your chemistry teacher is going on a tiresome rant about the bohr effect that you shift your attention away from the board, your eyes instead focusing on sampo and the pen in his hands as he twirled it through his fingers effortlessly

-you nudged him slightly, pointing to his hand and mouthing at him "how do you do that?"

-sampo smirks, leaning in closer to you and keeping his voice at a low whisper to avoid alerting your chemistry teacher

-"so you hold the end like this..." sampo whispers to you, demonstrating with the end of his pen. you nod and try not to think about how small the pen looks compared to his fingers, fixing your grip

-"and then you hold it loose, and flick it around your thumb" sampo demonstrates it effortlessly, catching the pen in his hand and smiling at you

-you concentrate on your own, feeling his gaze against the side of your face instilling slight tremors in your hand

-you attempt the spin, watching as the pen teeters before falling and landing on your desk with a clatter

-you hear sampo snort beside you, and your teacher whips his head around and fixes the pair of you with a glare

-"am i interrupting something?" you and sampo both snapped your attention back towards your teacher as he looked at you both pointedly before continuing with his lecture

-you braved a peek at your deskmate, seeing the way his eyes were stubbornly facing forwards while a slight smirk adorned his face

-it became almost a ritual for you to attempt sampo's stupid pen trick each lesson

-it looked so simple, you didn't get how you were still struggling to do it, and your focus was pretty much anywhere except on the lesson

-sampo watched on in idle amusement at your frustration, sometimes demonstrating it to you again just to rub it in before getting elbowed by you

-besides him poking fun at you, there was also a sweeter side to sampo

-there was a day where you had forgotten to wear your contacts, and were effectively blind the entire day

-despite being nearer to the front, you couldn't even read the board when you squinted

-you ended up asking sampo to read what was on the board to you, and with an exaggerated sigh he did so, whispering the words to you in the same low voice that had the hairs on the back of your neck standing up

-"you owe me, you know," he told you jokingly, pointing at your homework

-you rolled your eyes, sliding it over to him

-"i don't know why you think that the answers will be right, but sure"

-"hey, at least you did the homework"

-uhhhh idrk how to end this SORRY

-you guys got along well and then the year finished and you weren't in the same class any more

-whenever you see him in the corridors you smile at each other though

𓆩♡𓆪 GEPARD

-he sits in the seat opposite from you in your english class

-you can't help zoning out when the lesson gets boring, and more often than not that results in you inadvertedly staring at gepard until you snap back to reality and realise that you've locked eyes with him, resulting in both of you hastily looking away with pink dusting both of your cheeks

-it's hard not to look at his handsome face, and your wandering eyes often get drawn to him against your will

-the sun hits his hair just right from the window behind him, and he looks like an angel with a halo when he's concentrating with a furrowed brow and taking notes about chaucer

-he's not too bad of a person to be sat across, in short

-you see gepard from time to time in the library, and by luck's draw, one of the only free seats in a particularly busy hour ends up being next to him

-he glances up when you place your books down, shooting you a quick smile before turning back to his own work

-you're about to put on your headphones and start revising, but you catch the faint melody of an ice spice song blasting from gepard, oblivious to the world

-it takes a lot of self control to not burst out laughing in the middle of the library, but you text this information to your friend instead while biting back a smile

-she responds after a few seconds with a link to gepard's spotify account, telling you to take a look through his playlists

-risking a glance at gepard, still heavily focusing on his work, you click on the link and begin to scroll through his account

-you find yourself growing more and more blown away by his music choice

-someone who was so serious and stoic didn't seem like the type to have one of the most insane tastes in music you've ever seen, but you liked it

-it offered you a more human side to his aloof self

-when you saw him start to subconsciously mouth the words in time with ice spice, though, that's when you snorted a little

-and when gepard looked up at you in confusion, you waved him off

-maybe you would try talk to him after class more

𓆩♡𓆪 DAN HENG

-although he doesn't share a lesson with you, dan heng actually takes the same bus to get home from school

-you have a tendency to oversleep in the mornings, so you've never had the opportunity to realise this as the buses you take arrive at school minutes before the bell

-and after school, you can leave as soon as lessons finish, and your differing timetables kept you apart as well

-but after a day at the library in school, you ended up getting a bus nearer to the end of the day rather than your usual time

-because of this, you found that most of the other students at your school were getting this first bus back, and a lot less of the seats were available

-you scanned the seats, searching for an empty spot when you got on, and you saw dan heng sat on his own, looking out the window with his earphones in

-you recognised him as a guy in your year and headed to where he sat, gripping your bag tighter for emotional support

-"could i sit here?" you spoke before realising that he probably couldn't hear you over the sound of his music, and you hesitated before tapping him on the shoulder

-his attention snapped to you before he shuffled slightly, leaving you with ample space to take a seat

-you didn't talk much, feeling self conscious of your feed as you scrolled through your phone next to dan heng, waiting for the stop where you would get your second bus

-you were lucky that you were sat closer to the aisle, and didn't have to make things more awkward by asking him to get up too

-you pressed the button to stop the bus, picking up your bag and getting off

-but to your surprise, as you looked behind you to check if it was clear to cross the road, you saw that dan heng had gotten off of the bus as well

-which wasn't too weird, really. there were plenty of other buses to take from here

-yet your suspicions were confirmed as you realised that you and dan heng were headed for the same bus, stopping in the same queue with him just behind you

-normally you would keep to yourself, but you must have been feeling extra talkative that day because you decide to strike up a conversation with him

-"so you take this bus as well?"

-dan heng nodded, taking out an earphone to better hear you as you both waited for the bus

-"yeah, in the morning too"

-"i'm guessing the early one? i always miss it because i sleep in"

-dan heng smiles and shrugs

-"maybe you should go to sleep earlier, then"

-"yeah, maybe"

-the pair of you talk a bit, and despite his appearance dan heng is actually quite fun to talk to, though he moreso tends to listen to you rant and occasionally provides some input, which seems to suit you both just fine

-come next morning, you found yourself waking up a little easier than usual, getting ready and leaving your house earlier than usual

-and as a result, you managed to catch the early bus

-you spotted his cropped dark hair almost as soon as you got on, and decided to sidle up to him again

-dan heng spotted you this time, though, and even offered you a smile as he pulled put his earphones as youvsat down next to him

-"so i'm guessing that you slept earlier, huh?"

-if it meant getting to talk to him more, you'd be in bed before it even got dark

-but he didn't have to know that

𓆩♡𓆪 JING YUAN

-he's that one guy in the year who's just universally loved, by teachers and students alike

-he's warm, he's studious, he's head boy, and he's practically everyone's friend

-it's not uncommon to see plenty of the girls in your year go up to him to try and flirt, and for others to look on in jealousy at their attempts

-and despite everyone's best efforts, jing yuan remained single

-as much as you didn't want to, you couldn't help but get a crush on him, just like every other girl in the year

-your heart beats out of your chest when you walk past him in the corridor and he gives you a smile and nod

-your knees feel weak when you see him in the library studying, his handsome face scrunched in concentration

-and though you may only be observing from afar, you're completely content with that

𓆩♡𓆪 LUOCHA

-luocha is a friend of yours that you made pretty recently

-there's a quiet charm to him that leaves you feeling at ease, and you've found it incredibly comforting to be in his presence when revising for exams

-even though he's a man of few words, he's managed to keep you as grounded as you can be during the stress of your last days of school before it's over

-it all came to an emotional headway at prom night

-you had been drinking a little, and with the night coming to an end the realisation that you wouldn't be seeing most of the people here again had you feeling teary eyed

-luocha found you on the dancefloor, pulling you towards him without a word and letting you just cling onto his suit as you both swayed in time to the slower song

-you let the soothing scent of him wash over you as you started to wind down at the end of the night, and you felt one of his gentle hands resting on your back as you began to wind your arms around his neck too

-"it was nice to know you," you mumbled to him, voice muffled by the material of his suit

-you felt luocha's grip on you tighten almost imperceptibly, a sign that he had heard you regardless

-"you can still know me" he murmured, and in your hazy state of mind you relaxed into him even further

-"that would be nice"

-as prom came to an end and after you had gotten over the air of finality, the pain from wearing your heels all night was beginning to kick in

-your car was parked a while away and while you did want to just go home, the prospect of taking another step was making you wince

-luocha was quick to notice your hesitance, and before you even said anything he was crouching down in front of you, telling you to "get on" which you gratefully did

-his warm hands wrapped securely around your thighs, supporting your weight as you told luocha where to go

-he made it to your car effortlessly, letting you down carefully and even opening your own car door for you

-you giggled at him being a gentleman as you got behind the wheel, smiling up at him with a bittersweet pang in your heart

-"thanks for everything, luocha"

-the man hesitated for a second, before returning your smile

-"any time"

-he ducked down, leaning in closer to you, and you felt yourself inhale sharply as he wrapped his arms around you, encasing you in a last embrace before you would part ways for the last time

-"keep in touch, okay?"

-"okay"

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The Comfort of Strangers //Padawan! Obi-Wan X Fem! Reader

A/N: Well...Hi! I haven't written in two years! I'll post a little update soon but I was INCREDIBLY horny inspired after seeing the Phantom Menace in theaters! Hope you enjoy this lil smutty Padawn Obi fic!

Summary: You and all of Queen Amidala's handmaidens are stuck on Tatooine waiting for Qui Gon to get the hyperdrive parts you need. With all the stress and anxiety of escaping Naboo, the good-looking Palawan stuck on the ship with you looks like a good distraction.

Warnings VERY IMPORTANT: I know Padme and her handmaidens are pretty young, but for the purposes of this story READER IS OVER 18!!!!! That being said, this fic contains, smut, kinda a hookup, using sex with a stranger as comfort, risk of being caught, P in V action, unprotected sex, pull-out method, handy, some finger-banging action, dirty talk, some implied Qui Gon x Reader x Obi-Wan action for a minute there oop, and probably some spelling and grammar mistakes!

Word Count: 2.8 K

With the whirlwind of events that was the invasion of Naboo, one would think that boredom would bring some welcome relief. They would be sorely mistaken.

The rush of adrenaline that had flooded your veins as you and the other handmaidens frantically dressed sabé, hands, and hearts a flurry, before chasing you up the ramp of the starfighter with gunfire at your back had finally subsided. Now, with the monotonous heat of Tatooine creeping into the ship, there was nothing but dull numbness left.

Padme had left over a day ago to experience this strange outer-rim world you all had landed on. That left the rest of you with nothing to do but worry. Senator Vancil regularly sent updates urging Queen Amidala to contact him. Each of his messages was more dire than the last. News of your people in camps, starving, dying, surrounded by those damned battle droids, those disgusting Numoidions watching gleefully from the high walls of the Theed palace.

You could practically feel all of the handmaidens' hearts sink in tandem with each new update. That young Jedi, Obi-Wan, simply reminded the Queen, (or who he figured to be the queen) to send no reply. Had he no empathy?! Obviously, none of you were dumb enough to risk the safety of your mission, the safety of your people, in transmitting any kind of message but could he not for a moment let down his Jedi knight persona and give you all some grace?

Jedi learner actually, I suppose. You thought to yourself. Curled up in an out-of-the-way nook, the hood of your orange handmaiden dress hung limply down your back. Normally you were grateful for the thick velvet robes in space, but even with the ship's cooling systems still online it seemed that they were no match for Tatooine. The oppressive heat sat thickly in the stale air, leaving everyone on board anxious and irritable.

You couldn't lie to yourself. Between your fear and anxiety, the sight of that young padawan was a welcome distraction. You were positive you weren't the only one who thought so, you had definitely caught your fellow handmaiden's eyes flick over him from under their hoods. There was just something about him. Maybe it was the cocky banter he had shared with his master, even in the flurry of battle, or maybe it was the way the collar of his Jedi robes opened just enough for you to want to see more. Or perhaps it was the way you could imagine tugging on that padawan braid as-

“Oh, apologies, I didn't realize there was anyone back here.”

You start, ripped from your thoughts by the man himself. He stood, palm braced against the doorway to your little hideaway. He’d discarded his Jedi cloak, leaving him the tan robes.

“Sorry,” You say sheepishly. “Just…taking a breather.” Truth be told, in a ship this size there wasn't much space for ‘breathers.’ There's a beat of awkward silence before he clears his throat.

“I assumed you would be with your queen and fellow Handmaidens in the royal quarters.” You resist the urge to scoff. Little did he know your queen was off in the deserts of Tatooine.

“I think we’re all just processing that last message from the senator. I just needed a moment to myself I guess.” He gives you a tight-lipped smile.

“I’ll leave you to it then.” He turns to walk away and you scramble for anything to keep the conversation going.

“What’s it like being a Jedi?” You cringe at the question. He looks back over his shoulder at you.

“Well, Padawan.” He corrects, sheepishly.

“Right, yes. What’s it like to be a Padawan?” He turned to face you full-on, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorway.

“It’s a life of service and peace.” He says simply. “I am devoted to the service of the Republic and the force.” You hum in response.

“What’s it like being a handmaiden?” He asks, a teasing edge in his voice. From this angle, with you still curled up on the floor, he towers over you, looking down at you with a seductive smirk that makes your stomach do cartwheels.

“It’s a life of service and peace.” You repeat. “I am devoted to my queen, my people, and my planet.”

“My, my, sounds like we have quite a few similarities.” You crack a weak smile.

“Why not take a seat?” You offer, motioning towards the cramped bit of floor in front of you. “I highly doubt you have anything better to do.” He raises an eyebrow at you before obliging. “You must live in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, right?” You ask as he squeezes into the cramped space, his knees knocking against yours.

“Indeed, Coruscant has been my home for as long as I can remember.”

“I've always wanted to see Coruscant. My family went when I was very small but I don’t remember it. I always meant to visit. I just never thought it would be under such…dire circumstances.” There's another beat of silence.

“How are you and the others fairing?” You pause, debating your response. None of you had discussed it with each other. Your grief was so profound, deep, and shared in the way only sisters know. There had been no need to speak of it. But perhaps voicing it would help.

“I think this is going to be the hardest part. At least I, we, were all doing something by escaping the planet, almost getting shot down. But this, just waiting… maker it’s eating me alive.” He nodded solemnly.

“I understand.”

“Do you?” It’s not meant to be a cruel question, but definitely a pointed one. “I thought Jedi didn't do emotions?”

“Jedi don’t do attachments. We are encouraged to feel emotions, they bring us closer to the force, closer to all the living things around us.” Maker, you wanted him closer.

A part of you hated yourself for wanting distraction, for seeing the first person in front of you, and wanting to find that special kind of escape and comfort. But a bigger part of you craved the young man in front of you, the release from this monotonous boredom and anxiety.

“And what about…entanglements?” You purposefully tap your knee against his, letting a sultry gaze flood your eyes. He straightened slightly, his quizzical gaze raking you over.

“Is that really what you want?” His question wasn't accusative or disgusted but genuinely curious, soft, and gentle. The seductive fire in your eyes dies down slightly. Your eyes flick down to the floor.

“Is that so bad?” It comes out barely louder than a whisper. A gentle hand lifts your chin till your gaze meets baby blue eyes, nearly the same shade as the lightsaber you watched him wield earlier. Oh how his hands had moved with such skill and grace, you couldn't help but imagine how those calloused, practiced hands would feel running over your body. Obi-wan smiled.

“If that's what you feel, then it’s not bad at all.” Abruptly he pulled back, the sensation of him leaving your bubble had you feeling cold even in the burning ship. “Yes, Jedi are allowed to have entanglements.”

“Oh.” you flash him a sly grin, confidence slowly seeping into you. “Good to know.”

“Indeed.” His eyes bore into yours, the tension between the two of you was electric.

“Well if you ask me,” You say, placing a hand on his knee. “We have quite some time to kill before your Master gets back with the parts we need, don’t you think?” Obi-Wan’s hand came up to play with the hem of your skirt.

“I’d be inclined to agree.”

“Why don't we kill some time then? Hmm?” Obi-Wan’s face lights up in a devilish smirk as his hands glide up to your waist.

“Doesn't sound like a bad idea to me.”

You lean forward, a soft smile on your lips that matches his before the young Jedi captures your mouth with his. It’s not the quick frantic touches one would expect of a hidden tryst. It’s soft and comforting like you both know you need the solace of another, the soothing touches of a lover not the hard and fast pace of a quick fuck.

You sigh against him, melting into his touch. Your hands slide over the expanse of his broad chest up to rest on his shoulders. One of Obi-Wan’s hands slides up over your spine, sending shivers through your body before he tenderly cradles your neck. His tongue teases the seal of your lips and you gladly let him in, pulling yourself closer to him as his tongue explores your mouth.

Pulling you fully into his lap, you can feel the bulge in his pants press against you. Simply the thought of it makes you wet. You grind your hips against him testingly and he hums his encouragement. One of Obi-Wan’s hands moves to your knee. Ever so delicately he slides his hand upwards over your thigh, the hem of your dress pulled ever upwards with his movements. His hand resting on the bare skin of your upper thigh, he gently moves you to grind against him again.

As you rut against him, Obi-Wan’s lips leave yours to place open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down the expanse of your neck, and over the limited bit of collarbone exposed by your dress. You expose your neck to him with a sigh, letting your head fall back into the reassuring weight of his hand cradling your head.

This was it. What you so desperately needed. The reassuring touches of another that sent electric currents through your body. The safety of being held in someone's arms. Here, in this little nook with Obi-Wan, even if it was for just a moment, was paradise.

Your hands sneak their way between the two of your bodies. Reaching for his hand that gripped the pillowy flesh of your thigh, you guide him to rest it on your breast. Taking the queue, Obi-Wan gives your tit a gentle squeeze, smoothing his thumb in little circles over the fabric right where he knows your nipple is.

You practically whine at the sensation, grinding against him even harder. Your hand comes to rest on his crotch.

“Help me take these off?” Your voice comes out much more sultry than you expected. He flashes you a smile that makes your heartache.

“Why of course.” Together, you work him out of his trousers so that his erection stands tall and proud, a tiny bit of pre cum already beading at his tip. Your mouth waters at the sight. Without another thought, you spit in your hand before reaching down to grasp the base of him. He sighs at the contact and without missing a beat you begin to slowly move your hand over the length of him.

“Is that alright?” You ask, his hands slowly wandering over your thighs, ever closer to where you crave him.

“A-a little harder if you don't mind darling.” A part of you swoons at the pet name, and a bigger part of you smirks at making such a fine, confident man stutter.

You oblige, squeezing a bit tighter as you work his length and Obi-Wan throws his head back in bliss.

“Oh yes, just like that.” Seeing an opportunity in front of you, you lean forward to kiss his exposed neck, his padawan braid tickling your nose. A small blush creeps up his neck and over his cheeks as you continue to pleasure him with your hand.

Obi-Wan’s wandering hands finally reach under the skirts of your dress, his fingers dragging along the center of you, feeling the wetness that undoubtedly stains your undergarments.

“Oh my, all this for me?” He teases.

“Just shut up and touch me please.” You groan. Obi-wan places a sweet peak to your cheek.

“How could I say no to someone as lovely as you?” If you weren't flushed before that comment certainly did it. His hands push aside your drenched undergarment, letting two of his fingers leave teasing touches across you, never once letting them brush your aching clit.

“If I’d known you'd be such a tease I would have approached that master of yours.” You tease. Obi-Wan scoffs.

“I’m not a tease, you’re just impatient.” He replies slightly breathlessly. “Besides,” He adds finally drawing little circles in your clit. He leans in close to whisper in your ear. “You must be very naive to think Qui Gon Jinn wouldn't be a merciless fuck.”

For a brief moment, the thought of both of them pleasuring you enters your mind. The older Jedi taking you from behind while he instructs his learner on how to fuck your throat. You’re pulled from your thoughts by Obi-Wan capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, rougher than the last, full of need and lust.

“Obi-Wan,” You pant breathlessly, pulling away from his kiss. “Fuck me.” He groans, taking his cock in his hand to line it up against your entrance. You shimmy forward, knees on either side of him before sinking down.

You both sigh in unison, inch after glorious inch fills you up, stretching you out perfectly. He’s barely inside of you before you start moving, grasping his shoulder to help lift yourself on and off his cock. He grasps your waist, helping you move as you work yourself open on him.

the two of you build up a steady rhythm, it’s all you can do to bite your lip and keep from your moans of delight escaping the room. Obi-Wan hits a certain spot inside of you that sends a sudden gasp from your lips. His hand quickly reaches up to cover your mouth.

“Careful now, wouldn't want the other handmaidens hearing, would we?” You whine quietly in agreement. He smirks. “Think you can handle yourself without me keeping you quiet?” You nod eagerly. “That's what we like to hear.” He practically coos, his hand leaving your mouth to work at your clit, heightening your pleasure tenfold.

Every stroke of his cock inside of you leaves you a bigger mess than the last. You grind against him desperately, hungry for every touch, every current of pleasure he sends through your body, every sensation that takes you further and further from the predicament you’re currently stuck in. Everything was building up, threatening to spill over at any second.

“M-make, I won't last muc-ch longer.” Obi-Wan sighs. His movements on your clit are frantic, his thrusts sloppy like that of a man on the edge. “Please, need you to cum for me.” He practically begs. He slots his head between your neck and shoulder, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. “Need to feel you come around my cock.”

He hits the perfect spot inside you as he whispers his filthy words in your ear, sending you right over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure courses through your body, your cunt squeezing him like a vice, his ministrations on your clit never ceasing.

“Oh yes, just like that.” He works you through your orgasm, not even ceasing as you slump against him. It’s only when you push his hand away from your overstimulated pussy that he ceases. Reluctantly, you move yourself off of his cock, taking him in your hand and watching with immense satisfaction as he falls apart, spilling his seed over your thighs.

You both sigh, sweat beading both your brows and the air between you hot and heavy with a mixture of your previous actions and the stale Tatooine air.

Swallowing dryly you break the silence. “Thank you.”

“Sincerely my lady, the pleasure was all mine.” He nods to the evidence of such on your thighs which raises a chuckle from you. You produce a handkerchief from a tucked-away pocket and start cleaning his cum from your thighs.

A content quite settles over the two of you as you tidy up, helping each other straighten your clothing. As you tuck Obi-Wan’s padawan braid behind his ear, the high-pitched beep of a comlink interprets the tender moment.

“Obi-Wan, are you there?” His Master’s voice sounds through the device on Obi-Wan’s belt. He gives your hand a slight squeeze as he picks up the com with the other.

“Yes Master, any luck acquiring the part for the hyperdrive?”

“I'm afraid the situation has grown more...complicated.” Obi-Wan sighs.

“Why do I sense that we’ve picked up yet another pathetic life form?” Obi-Wan casts you an apologetic glance as his master continues. Tucking your hair back into your hood, you give him a small smile and nod for him to go. With a soft smile of his own in return, he turns toward to cockpit, the comlink in his hand updating him on the situation.

With a sigh, you turn and walk back toward the quarters where you know the others will be. The dull ache of the tragic events around you was still present, but somewhat subdued thankfully. Who knew you could find so much comfort in strangers?

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atlabeth · 3 months

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congratulations on 3k!!! could I get a cute lil 🧸 hurt/comfort with nikolai where reader is grisha (maybe heartrender or inferni) and she gets jurda parem in her system and nikolai stays with her while she waits it out (like nina and matthias??) also drink water <333

by your side

pairing: nikolai lantsov x fem inferni!reader

summary: you end up as collateral in a plot against nikolai. he helps you through the aftermath.

a/n: so sorry this took so long but that’s going to be the case for all of these lol !!! oops. but i love this man and i hope you enjoy it

wc: 1.2k

warning(s): reader goes through parem withdrawal and is kinda mean to nikolai for a bit. mentions of kidnapping and drugging. hurt/comfort, nikolai is the sweetest

“Nikolai—”

“I know.”

“It hurts, Nikolai,” you breathed.

“I know, milaya.” He brushed loose strands of hair out of your eyes, matted to your forehead by sweat and blood, his heart breaking more with every passing second. “I know.”

Nikolai couldn’t stand to see you like this. You didn’t even want him to—you asked him to leave so you could go through it on your own, but he would sooner die than leave you alone. You had an iron grip on his hand, but he hardly felt it. After what had been done to you in the name of getting to him, Nikolai owed you this much.

“Everything burns,” you moaned. “My— my bones—”

You were cut off by a sharp gasp of pain and your grip on Nikolai’s hand tightened. The action made you grimace as your eyes screwed shut, but you didn’t lessen your hold.

He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to ease this pain for you. He understood little of jurda parem, if a cure even existed, but he did know that you were strong enough to weather what was meant to be an insurmountable storm.

“You can end it,” you said, your voice shaking. Bloodshot eyes met his own, wide and dilated and full of unimaginable pain. “You’ve got to still have some here.”

“You know I can’t do that, my love,” he murmured.

“Please, Nikolai,” you begged.

“It will only make it worse,” he said. “There is nothing we can do but wait. You are strong enough to get through it, milaya.”

“Then what are you good for?” you snarled, your voice rising with the sudden flash of anger. “You’re a damned king, but you can’t even stop this?”

You tried to rip your hand away but Nikolai wouldn’t let you. He laid his other hand on top of yours.

“Look at me, Nikolai,” you hissed. “You say you love me and you leave me like this.”

“It is because I love you that I cannot give anything to you,” he said. “I can’t imagine how this feels, but I will be here for you every second of the way.”

You shook your head as another pained gasp escaped you, and somehow your grip tightened even more.

“I just want it to stop,” you begged. “Please, please make it stop.”

You were drenched in sweat, the bedsheets and the undergarments you’d stripped down to soaked through, and yet you hadn’t been granted any reprieve.

You’d always found comfort in the blazes you could create—able to fight with unbelievable ferocity one moment and make a harmless, beautiful show out of it that summoned all the stars in Nikolai’s eyes the next—but now it threatened to consume you.

Nikolai couldn’t help but feel like it was his fault.

You should have never been involved in the first place. He should’ve done a better job at protecting you, should have kept your name hidden, should have never let anyone have the chance to do something like this in the first place.

It was his fault. Nikolai knew he had enemies, more than he could ever imagine after ascending to the throne. Some stupid, naive part of him hoped that you wouldn’t become a part of that, but that was all it was—naivety.

You were kidnapped to get to him. Drugged to get to him. The bastards must have hoped you would go up in flames once you were done, but they underestimated you. Your foes always did.

You didn’t deserve any of this. Those criminals knew one thing, at least, because Nikolai would have taken all your pain as his burden for the rest of his life if it meant one second of reprieve for you.

But he couldn’t. His enemies wanted him to suffer, and the best way to do that was to make you suffer.

“I know,” he whispered, and he raised your intertwined hands to press a kiss to the back of your palm. “I know.”

Your skin had all but ignited from the inside out, more intense than anything an Inferni could muster on their own. You could have plunged to the depths of the Isenvee and still burn the whole way down.

And it continued on.

You hurled every curse at him in your native Zemeni, and when you ran out you turned to what you knew in Ravkan. You tried to throw him off or get him to leave a hundred times, tried anything to make him hate you. He could never hate you.

You sobbed through your pain, begging Nikolai to make it end. You gripped his hand so tightly he thought it might break. You asked him to kiss you to distract you for even a moment.

You endured every hellish, torturous second, and Nikolai stayed by your side through it all.

“Nikolai.” The sudden whisper was so soft he had to lean closer to hear you.

“Yes, my love?”

“I’m so tired.”

“You can sleep,” he assured. “I will be right here with you.”

“Hold me.” Your voice cracked, and his heart twisted. “Please.”

“Are you sure?” Every part of you had been so sensitive, practically ablaze, and he didn’t want to worsen your already sensitive condition.

“I… I feel so empty.” You blinked a few times, but he saw the tears shimmering in your eyes. “Like— like I lost a part of myself, and I need to feel something.”

Nikolai’s throat bobbed, and he nodded. “Of course, lapushka.”

He climbed into bed next to you and laid down, gathering you up in his arms as gently as possible.

“Is this alright?” he asked softly as he pulled you close.

You nodded. He could feel each beat of your heart with your back pressed against his chest, and he’d never been more grateful for the sound. Your skin still burned, but he welcomed the blaze.

“It’s perfect.”

“Good.”

For a moment, the two of you laid there in silence. Only your heartbeat and your breathing interrupted it, yours still slightly harried.

“I’m not hurting you,” he asked, “am I?”

“…No.”

You paused before you answered, and Nikolai frowned as he said your name.

“It doesn’t matter,” you interrupted. “Everything hurts right now—I’m not going to let that keep you away from me.”

He let out a wry laugh, and he pulled you even closer. “There she is.”

He could almost feel your smile in the shift of energy, but another moment passed before you spoke.

“I’m so sorry about everything I said.” Your whisper came out as a rasp, your throat scratchy from your ordeal. “I love you, Nikolai. More than anything. You know that, right?”

“I could never forget,” he said. “Not with all the love I hold for you.”

“…Good.” He felt you swallow hard. “I’m so sorry.”

“I should be the one apologizing,” Nikolai said. “It was my fault all of this happened.”

“It was their fault,” you insisted. “You saved me, Nikolai. I owe you my life.”

“And I owe you mine,” he said. “So shall we call it even? No apologies necessary?”

You let out a soft laugh, followed by a grimace. “Even.”

Nikolai smiled and nodded. “Good.”

“…I’m tired,” you repeated, even softer this time.

“Rest, milaya,” Nikolai said. “I won’t leave your side.”

“You swear?”

“On every saint, new and old,” he said. “And every vlachka in the Lantsov coffers.”

He waited for your response, but there was nothing apart from your gentle, even breathing. He allowed a soft smile before he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

Nikolai would never let anyone hurt you again.

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blossomwritesthings · 1 year

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𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. | 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

pairing: minho x fem!reader (afab)

genre: veterinarian!minho (this includes a few of the skz members working in his clinic). client!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. strangers to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. minho is reader's vet. reader is now his past client. this is the fourth part of the spicy stuff. 18+ warnings under cut.

word count: 3.5k

summary: dr. lee minho is known throughout your area as the city's hottest veterinarian, and he's also the very man that's been taking good care of your two cats for the past three years. but one day, you're thrown down a dark path of heartache when the cat that you've grown up with - nyx - is diagnosed with an acute form of bone cancer. burdened with the hardest decision of your entire life, you come at a crossroads of what to do. and throughout it all, minho is the single most person who continually stays by your side.

18+ warnings: minho and reader are extremely horny for each other. softdom!minho (but also kinda harddom!minho in this too oop-). subby!femreader. teasing from minho. fingering. unprotected sex (stay safe out there folks!!). talk/use of safeword. jealous minho. some mind-blowing orgasms. excessive hair pulling. scratching. breast play. minho edges reader a lil bit. orgasm control. overstimulation. slight themes of possession/ownership. reader begs minho for his cock. PRAISE!!!. pet names (babe/baby, darling, sweetness, baby doll, kitten, good girl, baby girl, princess, and ONE whore). controlling minho. cum play. lots of dirty talk. breeding kink!!. subspace. they're such simps for each other at this point lmao- 🤡

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴛᴇs (ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs). ©ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

He laid you down on the bed gently, hands circling your hips and helping to push you up the mattress so that your head rested on top of one of your soft downy pillows.

Slinking your bare legs around his waist as he slotted his center between you, you reached up, wrapping your hands around his neck and looking up at him with big eyes and a quaking heart pounding in your chest. “S-Sorry if the bed isn’t too comfortable… it’s super old.”

Minho had you caged underneath him, with both arms on either side of your head, palms pressing down into the rumpled comforter just beneath you. “I wasn’t even thinking about that, baby doll,” he mumbled in that low voice of his, tipping down into you and pressing a serene kiss to your lips. “My mind is too filled with you and your beauty to ever complain about the feeling of a damn bed.”

Giggling at that, you leaned up into him again and gave him another kiss, this one a little more passionate than the last. The sting that rimmed your mouth exploded across your mind, as you realized just how kiss-swollen your lips were.

“Well then, I’m glad you’re too busy being obsessed with me to worry about such frivolous problems…” Your voice trailed off, a devious smile lighting up your face as one of your hands left his neck and traveled south. You stopped as soon as you reached the waistline of his baggy sweatpants. Pawing at him, fingers just barely skating over his hardness there, you widened your eyes, imploring him in silence.

Minho let out a generous sigh, tongue swiping across the line of your lips as he gave into your whims. “Do not be so hasty, kitten. It is quite beneath you.”

You glared at him, fingers digging a little bit into the front of his pants and eliciting a strangled moan out of him. “You promised, Min.”

Promised he would give you everything.

Give you his all.

He had done so as the two of you made the trek from your living room to your bedroom. And although your place was incredibly small compared to his mansion of an apartment, the journey felt like a lifetime. As he pressed sweet kisses across your entire face, humming in contentment and making whispery promises to you in the dimness of your bedroom.

As he stood on the threshold of the door, with you still wrapped up in his arms, completely at his beck-and-call, Minho stared down at you with the most ethereal of gazes. ‘I want you to have all of me, darling,’ he had said, dark eyes flashing with ravenous heat and love. With the only light source being the crescent moon that filtered in through your curtain-drawn bedroom window, the cool light cast an angelic-like glow across his skin. You reached up then, running your fingers across his sharp jaw and nestling your nose into the crook of his neck. Feeling the warmth there, smelling the comforting, familiar scent of him. ‘I want that too, baby,’ you murmured, just before pressing a light kiss to his exposed clavicle.

Minho flashed you one of his signature smirks. The kind that was sly and all-knowing, as he batted your hand away from his hips and made quick haste of working his sweatpants and boxers off of his legs. “I know- I know sweetheart,” then he was throwing them behind him, left to be taken care of later. He reached behind himself, stripping off his oversized hoodie and tossing it aside too. When he was finally finished, he pitched into you, brushing a few strands of wild hair out of your face and tucking it behind one of your ears. “I know how hungry you are for my cock, hmm? You’ve been craving it for so very long…”

He said something else after that, but his words were entirely lost on you, as you took in all of him.

So close.

And personal.

Before, when the two of you had lost yourselves to the pleasure in his bedroom, he had been farther away.

Sitting in a chair, all by himself.

But now…

Now, he was something tangible.

Touchable, even.

And completely bare for only you and you alone.

So without thinking, your hands came up. Fingers traced the soft outline of his abs, trailing up his sides, before circling his round, muscled pecs and brushing across his beautiful, little pink nipples.

When you felt a hand snake around yours, grabbing at you and dragging your palms away from his chest, you froze in your place.

Peeking up at him with wide, beseeching eyes. Mouth slightly ajar from the shock of it all.

“Did you hear what I just said, sweetheart?” He asked you, but all you could focus on was him.

Right… there.

Concentration trailing past his chest and landing on his waist.

And oh fuck- was he beautiful.

Hard, and swollen, with the tip already messily leaking precum onto the sheets just beneath you.

You wanted to reach out and touch him there too- but you were stopped by the feeling of fingers tightly wrapping around either of your wrists, squeezing to get your focus.

“Y/N.”

Your name was called out with a stony voice, tone a little edged. Your heart raced against your ribcage, core throbbing to be touched - to be fucked.

Then Minho was laughing, so close to your face, mouth a mere hairsbreadth away from yours. You hadn’t realized how near he had drawn while you were busy ogling him. The cackle he let out was maniacal and caused the blood to rush wildly through your veins, cheeks flushing crimson in embarrassment.

When he finally got ahold of himself and calmed down somewhat, Minho peered down at you with that pointed nose of his and smirked devilishly. “Holy fuck, you are hungry for me- aren’t you, kitten?” He pressed into you, allowing his hardness to just barely graze your wide open inner-thighs. “But don’t worry… because I adore a cock-starved whore.”

You choked on a whimper as he completely devoured your mouth, biting at your bottom lip, tongue swiping across yours. Your hands migrated to his scalp, yanking at the roots as soon as you felt him moving above you. Then he was gliding his tip across your folds, and you were a whimpering mess underneath him.

Head thrashing back and forth atop your pillow, you breathed out shakily when his mouth tore away from yours, “P-Please, I-”

Then, you had no time to react, as he was slotting himself fully between your legs, shoving up into you so quickly and so hard that bright blue and sparkling gold starlight burst across your vision. Your mouth fell open, all sense leaving you at the feel of him. At the stretch that pulled taught across your entire body.

But as soon as he bottomed out, he halted all movements, staring down at you with blown pupils, irises dark and swirling with so many different emotions all at once. “What’s your safeword, princess?” He asked, tone low and scratchy, as you felt him twitch inside of you.

“W-What?” It was hard for you to even string the word together on your tongue, as your core throbbed for movement - from the feeling of him being lodged so deep.

“Your safeword… what is it?”

You realized that he wasn’t going to continue until you answered him.

And although you had heard of the term before, you had never, in your wildest dreams, thought that you would ever use it. No, the two ex-boyfriends that you had had in the past were completely boring and vanilla only - nothing ever mind-blowing happened in bed with them. Yet here was Minho, already having tugged out a violent orgasm from you without even using his cock.

So you swallowed, once, feeling your walls clench around him at the thought that things were about to get rough. But in the rest possible of ways. “P-Peach.”

He nodded, once, before he was moving again. Away from leaning down into you, pert ass resting on the back of his heels as he kneeled atop the bed. He hoisted you towards him, gripping hard on your hips, fingers digging into your exposed flesh.

Soon after that, he started thrusting.

And oh-

How heavenly did it feel.

To have his thick cock, which was so perfect and curved, ramming into you.

He angled your body just so- so that the tip of him reached that silky, warm spot inside of you. Every time he hit it, waves of ecstasy broke across the forefront of your mind.

“M-Minho,” you cried out as he clutched on harder to your hips, slotting himself in and out, in and out, so very wholly and completely. The fit was absolutely divine. So much so that you felt your mouth falling open involuntarily, tongue lolling out as he hit into you so well. “F-Feels so good-“

“Fucking shit,” he growled, as he jerked you closer to him, cock driving into you with each breath that fell from your mouth. “You’re so tight- damn it.”

When you felt the sensation of a finger dragging across your skin, and a thumb coming in contact with your swollen clit, your eyes rolled into the back of your skull. Head going fuzzy with whiteness, you let go completely.

Meeting his hips halfway, the two of you moved with the swiftness and ease of the ocean tide and the moon. Push and pull, push and pull. With his thumb rubbing circles around your enflamed nub, and his girth stretching you so very ethereally, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to last long.

After all, he had been edging you for what felt like a fucking eternity.

It wasn’t until you felt the hand tear away from your cunt and roughly grip your jaw that your eyes shot open in alarm. Minho was staring down at you, a dim shadow cast across his entire face.

“Look at me when I’m making you feel good, baby girl.” He said voice strangled as he shifted positions, laying your hips back down on the bed and hitting an entirely new spot inside of you.

But it wasn’t a request.

No,

It was a command.

An order.

So you did just that, meeting his gaze as your brows furrowed together in pure bliss. The white-hot feeling of your release was steadily rising inside of your belly, beginning to crest over your mind.

Then Minho’s focus was ripping away from you, eyes landing on the place where the two of you met. Body against body, warm flesh to warm flesh. As his cock prodded and prodded at your entrance. Coaxing unchecked and strangled moans from the deepest parts of your very being.

“Just look at you, kitten,” he purred, tone thick with so much lust. “Taking me so well- this pussy… my pussy, is stretching so perfectly for my cock alone.” At his words, he started pounding into you with newfound vigor, eyes flashing with some kind of darkness that you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

The way he laid complete claim over you - over your body - caused the heat to stir even faster in your veins.

“Yes- yes, I’m yours, my body- it’s all yours.” You panted out, already feeling the drool pool at the corner of your mouth from the way your mouth was still cracked wide open. You watched in your delirious state, catching how Minho’s hooded eyes locked with the way your cunt completely enveloped him. The squelches of your wetness enveloping him filled the entire room around you, the sounds of skin slapping against skin sending lewdness to everything about the hazy, sex-ridden night.

Just then, one of Minho’s hands left your waist, traveling up your chest and finding one of your breasts once more. You bit down hard on your puffy bottom lip, watching with bated breath as his nimble fingers played with one of your buds. The one that he had already attacked with his mouth mere minutes earlier.

“Did he fuck you like this?”

His odd question was like an ice-cold knife in your senses, cutting through the dizziness and the red vision and making your heart leap into the pit of your stomach.

“Who?”

“Your ex, from university.”

Minho’s cock reached depths inside of you that no other man had ever discovered before in your entire life. With his cock pounding into you at an ungodly speed, and his fingers digging into your hip and playing with your too-sensitive tits, it was a true wonder how you hadn’t come yet.

“No, baby, he didn’t.” You found yourself answering, your throat dry and raw from all of the moaning and screaming you had been doing for what felt like the past century. And it was all for him- because of him.

“Hmm, but I wonder…” He continued, finger pinching at your throbbing nipple at the same time that his cock found an entirely new spot inside of you, hitting it with each shallow breath you took. “Were you fucked so good like this by him? Did he completely ravage you whole with his cock alone?”

You choked on a gasp at his words, finally coming to realize that he had been jealous the entire time.

Jealous of your ex whom you had dated back in your university days.

That’s why he had brought him up earlier in the night, while the two of you were making dinner in the kitchen. Your ex must’ve been on his mind for some obscure reason.

Nails scratching down the length of his exposed, proud back, you offered him what you hoped was a reassuring smile. But from all of the tension that coursed through your entire body at the moment, you doubted that it looked all that believable.

“M-Min, no- no, he wasn’t as good, never could be, compared to you…” You whispered, voice turning desperate and strangled at the end of your words. You were quickly chasing your high, wanting it so very badly.

Minho was silent for a few beats, and you could feel him grow even more rigid inside of you. Like, your confession was a huge ego boost to him and he liked everything about it. Then suddenly he was yanking his hand away from your breast and going back to digging his nails into the tender skin of your waist.

“Where do you want me, kitten?” He grunted out as he struck a particular spot inside of you that sent a wave of fire to pass through your entire being.

With the way his thrusts were turning frenzied, you could tell he was close to the edge too. So you clutched a little harder at his hair, locking eyes with him and trying to covey every raw emotion you had bubbling up and out of you at that moment.

“Want you inside… wanna feel your cum in me- wanna be bred by you-” You sobbed wildly as your orgasm was quick in approaching. You felt your walls clench around this length that was buried so deeply inside of you. So wonderfully.

He twitched inside of you at your begging. It all went straight to his dick. “Then come for me, baby girl.”

And finally, you let yourself completely unravel.

Thread turning bare and unspooling from the tight knot that had been building up in the pit of your stomach for so very long.

Galaxies were cast across your vision as you screwed your eyes shut, throwing yourself into the bliss of it all. Your mouth fell open and from it came the most gut-wrenching, pleasurable scream you had ever made. Your heart felt like it was completely seized up in your chest, the beating having been long stopped from all of the desire and edging.

And then you felt a burst of warmth coat your insides, and your head was quickly thrown back onto the pillow beneath you. Your entire face felt like it had exploded into a vat of licking, wild flames, the shockwaves of release gripping onto your body viscerally.

You felt Minho’s hips stutter against yours, as he rode out both of your orgasms. Your walls fluttered around his cock, sucking him back in with each push and pull.

“You love it when I fuck my cum back into your little hole, kitten?” He taunted in a low, thick voice. Minho tipped down into you then, attacking your lips with a newfound intensity, lapping at your mouth. You moaned into him, the flush encasing the entirety of your body as your legs shook around him. “Want me to breed you every fucking night - just like this - until you’re so full of me that you can’t breathe?”

“Y-Yes!” Is all you could manage to say right then. You clutched at his shoulders frantically, nails raking across his skin as you felt his essence drip out of you. His hips jerked as he threw himself into the feeling of it all.

Minho pressed his sweat-slick forehead against yours, both of your chests rising and falling in tandem with the momentum of your releases. “Fuck- you’re so beautiful.” He said before he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead just as he stopped moving altogether.

And when he finally pulled out, you whined at the absence of him. At the feeling of being so empty once more. Because if you could, you’d wish to spend the rest of your days with him buried so deep inside of you that you can no longer think. That you could no longer stand or walk anymore.

He cooed as he looked down at you, brushing a few damp strands of your hair away from your head. His hands drew languid patterns into the sensitive skin of your thighs. “Look at you- all fucked out and just bursting with my seed.” Then his eyes flitted down to your exposed core and he tsked disapprovingly. “You need to take all of it, hmm? Can’t let any go to waste…”

You felt his fingers ghost over your swollen lips before he was gathering up the remaining cum that coated your inner thighs in his hands. And you had no time to react, as he was pressing gentle fingers back into you, between your folds, fingering his very seed back into your cunt.

“You didn’t even have to use the safeword,” his voice trailed off as he focused on his work, all while you squirmed underneath him from the stinging overstimulation that radiated across your body. “Been such a good baby for me, yeah? Taking everything I give you without complaining at all.”

When he was finished, Minho brought his hands up to his mouth and licked his fingers clean, giving you that wide, familiar smile you always loved. The one where he looked incredibly pleased with himself and especially, you.

He positioned himself on the bed so that he was laying on his side, facing you. When you turned and caught sight of the smile he still had on his face, you frowned in question.

Minho shrugged nonchalantly like he didn’t just rail you into oblivion for the last hour and a half in so many different ways. “You’re just super adorable when you’re fucked out like this- so quiet and calm.” He moved closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you towards his lovely body.

“I-I’m not fucked out.” Your stammering did not work to your advantage and seemed to prove his point as Minho let out a hearty chuckle from the way the pink spread up through your neck and pooled in your cheeks. You hit his shoulder playfully, too tired to deal with his antics any longer.

Because truthfully, you were fucked out.

Your brain was murky all over and your limbs were shaky and your core was numb from all of the touching and loving.

Even still, it felt amazing.

To feel everything, all at once.

And with the man you had been in love with for so very long.

“Can you just shut up and go to sleep already?” You finally managed to say in a clear voice without stumbling over your words like a bumbling fool.

Minho rolled his eyes just as you tucked your head into the warm spot of the crook of his neck, reveling in the way that he smelled faintly of sex and sweat.

It was a good scent on him.

A really good one.

One you would surely not forget for a very long time.

“Fine, fine- goodnight then, darling…” He muttered against your hair, pressing a kiss there as you heaved out a long, contented sigh. “Love you.”

You wrapped your arms a little tighter around his waist, burrowing into his calming presence just as the first waves of slumber overtook the forefront of your mind. “Love you too, Min.”

To be continued

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lyss-butterscotch · 1 year

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Not really an ask more of a message but I reeeealy love your rw AU, particularly chasing wind, NSH and moon, moon seems so vibrant, so alive in the world, as if she was learning everything for the first time each thing sparking joy in her, I know chasing wind doesn't get a lot of content in the base game but I LOVE what you've done with his characterization, he's a little bit older but he makes it work, he's kind but he doesn't really like socialization. he takes everything people say seriously at first but can take a joke. he loves his projects and the feeling of looking at a creation knowing it comes from his vision made corporeal. And your personality of no serious arassment is exactly what I think he represents, he loves his friends and he loves making fun of them and doesn't let anyone sit up on a shelf all alone. I also really like the idea of travel puppets since they make sense in game and allow you to do so much with the iterators when they're no longer confined to a 20 foot room. Sorry if this sounds bad it was written at 2 In the morning on my phone.

Gdbdhdhh????? Aaaa thank you thank you!!! I know im not the best at the game lore or writing but i really try. I say this alot but im super biased towards happy endings and i mean that already went against rw lore, so i really try to develop the iterators and the world and the story so it makes sense and has more to it than just oop theyre happy! Thats the story.

YEAH MOON IS HAPPY NOW! This whole time she had to be professional, the senior that has everything under control, responsible for people who sees her as a tool. Now shes free of her chamber! Shes almost indestructable, she can just... go! She doesnt have to pretend to like her citizens, doesnt have a structure to constantly worry about, no more working on the Great Problem shes just... free! She loves slugcats so now she can just go travel with them! She can go and visit and physically hug her sibling and friends! She can travel the world and live out the rest of her existance NOT stuck in a room constantly getting drowned. Like heck yeah girl is gonna be more vibrant!

Man i dont even draw wind alot, i know i probably should, heck UI has a dedicated comic for her backstory so wind should get one too. They overwork and worry about things alot yeah but theres an end goal they want to achieve! They have things they want done and i totally agree they WOULD be super proud to be able to make their ideas real. Theyre not super social but that doesnt mean they hate their fellow iterators, they listen and they want whats best for the group!

Sigs personality is kinda determined already and the fandom collectively agree hes a lil gremlin man. We love the gremlin man. Now with the ancients gone and new found freedom he has more time to do what he wants and what makes him happy!

Off the string aus arent that rare especially in ths fandom where the canon ending is sad robots get stuck in room forever .-. But yeah atleast with it our fave robots get to do more with their life

Final words. You probably should sleep bestie

#omg long ass rambles #and maybe hypocritical sobs idk #'i dont want them to be just poof! happy!'#then follow up with moon happy yey :)))#i just want them to be happy fr ok #thank you really tho #its a joy to hear people enjoy my lil story :)#lyssten to my rambles

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babyhuggy · 1 year

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do you think you could do another imagine of rower!reader x luke hughes? maybe him calming her before a race? or cheering her on bc ncaa champs are in nj this year

aww i love this! i could totally see him being the one stressing out before a race, while reader is actually the calm one lol! also, sorry for taking a while to answer this, been super busy with training oops.. kinda took this prompt and ran with it, it’s a lil long for a blurb but i hope you like it nonetheless:)

“come on guys! the race starts soon and we need to be down by the last 250 so we can see her finish!” luke frantically walks ahead, while jack, quinn, and the rest of your family and friends follow behind him. with ncaa’s being hosted in new jersey this year, the hughes’ decided to stick around for a bit after their seasons ended t

you’re usually the calm one on race day, while Luke stresses out about the race way more than you do. he just wants everything to go perfectly for you and your team.

the scene in new jersey is wild. so many spectators are out watching the ncaa championships, with people wearing differing team gear as far as the eye can see.

luke finds your team’s support group, and makes a beeline for a close up spot near the finish line to settle down and support you. soon, the entire group is getting themselves ready to watch you race the last and most important race of the year.

“luke, do you want to hold this sign or should i?”

luke turns around to face jack, eyeing the “i’m y/n’s #1 fan” poster in his hands. luke, jack, and quinn had made the posters the night before, breaking the “let’s go incognito” rule the brothers had put in place years ago when going to sporting events.

“yeah I’ll hold it. as long as you hold the team sign” he tells jack, grabbing the poster out of his hand.

just then, and announcement that the race is about to start rings out to the supporters. the hughes family turns to face the jumbotron, where they can see your boat lineup, and the “attention, go!”

immediately, luke looks stressed. you’ve been his biggest supporter for years, and now he’s watching you compete in the ncaa championship alongside his whole family and yours.

as the race goes on, luke and your support group get more and more excited. your boat is doing really well and is in the lead. as your team crosses into the last 250 meters of the race, the cheering erupts. cow bells ringing, people screaming, crowds going crazy for the rowers that are putting everything on the line to win the national championship.

luke, normally a more reserved person, is at the center of the cheering. the hughes brothers are all eagerly cheering you on, holding the posters and ringing the cowbells. they’ve grown up with you, seen how hard you’ve worked for this, and have been your biggest supporters outside of your family. not only is luke super excited and nervous for you, but so is the entire hughes family.

in the midst of all the chaos, your team crosses the finish line first. you’ve won. you’re a national champion.

as you get off the dock and celebrate your win, luke and your families come to congratulate and celebrate with you.

luke picks you up, spins you around, and kisses you mid laugh. you’re elated, getting a national championship and being able to celebrate with your favorite people.

as soon as luke sets you back down, you’re surrounded by friends and family. jack and quinn squish you and luke into a hug, and your parents are all stood ready to congratulate you too.

this championship is something you’ve been working towards for a long time, and getting to celebrate that with the people you love is irreplaceable.

#rower!reader au #kat writes #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #babyhuggy writes

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sol-shines · 10 months

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@ your tags PLEASE talk abt your parker designs!!!

this is for you and @dreaming-of-stories-and-stars THANK YOU for enabling me :3 sorry this took a little bit

if you don't know what this is about i drew my takes on the parkers here !

rambles under the cut:

SO what i sorta wanted to do was make. each parker flow into the next while subtly changing in between ,,, something something losing yourself to the game, becoming unrecognizable. so let's cover it parker by parker:

prime: i personally Love the hc that the coin is parker's mom. so prime is a lil ancient roman coded guy. he's SOOOO eldest sibling coded help. like he and his mom have a very strained relationship but also he thinks that if he just does whatever she wants she'll finally be proud of him :P whoops! and yeah v explosive anger (firewalker reference!), leading to ego, leading to. You Know. anyway. oh ALSO the parkers get younger as we progress so :))) they all STARTED at 19 but have varying degrees of age. so prime is in his mid-thirties.

parker ii: AH the most elusive of the parkers. SO: in my personal lore interp, parker ii was created when prime starting to push back against the coin more and more to the point where it was becoming a problem. and prime of course is very destructive and makes a mess when he's angry. so ii came about from me going "...what if parker just. said fuck it and left. didn't give a shit about ego just didn't wanna play the game anymore and found a way out." and that's exactly what my ii did. absolutely fucking vanished and quit the game for good. somehow. which uhhh MIGHT have been what caused prime to go apeshit ("why does ii get to leave and i'm stuck here?") and end prehistory. whoops. so i wanted to make them look very vagabond-y. somehow got even edgier than prime (impressive). also they're abt 30-ish. and have crazy gender stuff going on. possibly transfem. "but how is that possible if you hc the parkers as transmasc-" shhh. i don't know <3

park3r: GOD i loved doing this one. this parker is such a bitch and i love him. the first commissioner parker, created bc "OKAY so we gotta make him more young and impressionable and less unstable AND take him out of this game bc very clearly Bad Things will happen if he stays" so they made. a chronically online teenager and made them commissioner AMDNFM. god yeah i love this design he's sooo. just a 19-year-old trying to fill an impossible role and putting on a cool face about it. tragic, yes. but they're gonna complain the whole time and make everyone else miserable too. fully believe he was just scared and out of his depth the whole trial :( oops why are parkers iii and iiii so sad. i drew him closer to mid-20s here but honestly he could easily be younger

p4rker: LOVE this guy's lore so my hc is that after the trial that killed park3r it was like "uhhhh FUCK we need a new one of those. stat." so. they just. took park3r's incin'd body (ik it's not really Canon that park3r was incin'd he just Died but. let me have this) and like. stitched it back together. so p4rker is covered in burns and stitched together like frankenstein all over, and they just threw a mask on them like "see!!! new guy!!" the result of this being they didn't have. a whole ton of time to add shit like Personality, so p4rker is the outlier in that they're very naive and even polite? they don't understand what all the fuss is about them and just wants to be. nice? shame he didn't stick around long :/ the drippy bits are a little percolation nod! in this particular drawing he's like 20 :(

pvrker is. obviously the least human. park3r was more of a prototype of a commissioner, p4rker was a temporary placeholder at best, pvrker... was well and truly made For The Game. and his appearance reflects that. kinda a combination of iii's bluntness and 4's naivety. in-universe some people think he's the most sinister or whatever bc he's so directly Controlled By ILB Shit and that's not NOT true but like. give him a break guys he's like 6 days old he's new at this :(

ANYWAY that's so long holy shit. here are my rambles i hope u like them. im So Bad at blaseball lore so someone yell at me if something i put in there isn't accurate but. yeag :)

#parker macmillan #blaseball #WOO god this took so long to write and so much of it is just vibes but. I Like Them :)#they're so fun to draw!! so similar but different!!! h!!!!!#sol speaks

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bluewinnerangel · 2 years

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okay okay let's go this - gimme your honest thoughts on headline

Nooooooooo I worked on an answer for like an hour and then tumblr said BLOOP BYE ok

This one suprised me because he fully prepped me with the preshow and tour bus playlists and recs that I thought it would be so heavy on the greatest and ooms and silver tongues kinda sounds? And unfortunately I do like my noise and I do believe he's loves his noise and I do think he wants to move towards noise? So my response was more of a what happened lol maybe I misjudged it maybe he's still kinda careful and easing us into it (tbh I think this) and it's for lt3 or maybe this is just what he's more comfortable with (and a lil this). Not that I think he doesn't love this sound. Or that I don't love this sound. Just didn't anticipate this many softieboppies that's all. Expectations were high and he fking met them don't get me wrong I just didn't expect this ALSO yeah it's crazy he just did it all lol.

Sonically she feels timeless like she belongs in the 60s 70s 80s 90s- projected into the future- projected into AUs- she belongs wherever she goes i don't know how to explain it I don't have the knowledge but she's just a lil bit of every era and never too much she's just out there being the sidecharacter in all of them sorry she's not the main but she's there she's definitely there

T H E TITLE is everything like going for a track called Headline being someone who has been the subject of many shit headlines over the years is just very hot no matter the context or how its used as a metaphor, but then so casually "you used to read me like a headline" that can be taken many ways both positive and negative is just oof chefs kiss.

For the rest of the song lyrically I don't have much to say, there's not many plays on words I can break down over or not that I've noticed yet apart from the links with the rest of the album in the first verse which I'll get to in the end, and the concept isn't relatable to me either so yeah eh shrug on them oop.

He's mentioned he didn't write it, just tweaked it:

I love this for him tho

[Verse 2] You spent your summer workin' for your education // While I was runnin' after dreams that kept us waitin' // You never told me "never" //I guess I never knew we'd have the shortest forever //I thought I could, but I can't forget ya

But then then I wanna talk about the 1st verse:

[Verse 1] Sometimes, I wake up and I hear you through the silence // You let your pride hide all your beauty and your kindness // So fast to judge in error, you thought you knew me better //So quick to kill forever

I like that this verse matches pieces of the rest of the album in terms of keywords: we got hearing you through the silence vs he can still hear the silence in Holding on to Heartache, then Beauty being another song, kindness just throw TPWK in there why not, then so fast to judge and quick, like quick to judge in Bigger Than Me, and then there are a bunch of forever and evers all over. It's like this first verse makes this song belong on this album. To me it actually feels like this is what he tweaked to make it fit on this album. And then that stops and just kinda bops on I guess 🙆🏻‍♀️

....I feel like this needs a conclusion but its really just

#smart things with lyrics #larrylyrics #my song rambles

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catchyhuh · 11 months

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Which of them is the biggest lightweight when it comes to the liquor?

but it is not that SIMPLE my little anony-mouse!! it’s not just about tolerance it’s about STUPIDITY and that’s why we’re going DEEP INTO THE ALCOHOLIC TRENCHES. but before diving in you must understand, all of them could down the kind of shit that would put you ‘n me in the hospital for three days

erm tw like actual alcoholism because i was just joking initially but after typing these out like. yeah. not THAT bad but just to be safe. these guys are a little fucked, aren't they?

lupin:

arguably the most lightweight of them all, partially owed to his scrawny ass build. most of that bulk comes from the shoulderpads yknow. not to say he’s a lightweight IN GENERAL just compared to the rest. However,

motherfucker does NOT know when to tap out. he will drink and drink and drink like a FISH and then when he’s barely awake slumped over in the back of the fiat he’s like noooo i can take more jigen has to restrain every bone in his body from turning around, grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt, and plopping him on the side of the road to leave him at the bar overnight. but jigen is much, much stronger than you and i, so he does not

lucky son of a bitch has the EASIEST hangovers too. he’ll drink himself sick the night of, and the next morning, he’s just got a lil headache. he’ll dawdle around with his blanket wrapped around him, but really, if there’s no one to complain to, he’ll make his own damn food, he’ll rehydrate his own damn self.

will drink almost anything if it tastes good enough-- or actually more like not too bad to him. it would be ridiculously easy to cask of amontillado this bitch. actually it’s amazing to me that zenigata’s never tried th

jigen:

middle of the line tolerance physically, best tolerance mentally. even when he’s tie off, giggling, slumped over the bar level drunk, he knows to back up a bit and get some water. mostly because he knows he’s gonna be the one leading the party back to the hideout, and he doesn’t REALLY want a repeat of the last time they forgot where all their treasure and shit was stashed

so picky about his drinks. SO so picky. even when he’s starting to get a little tipsy he can take one sip and go “there’s not enough vodka in this btw. too sweet.” bartenders fucking hate this. unfortunately, despite his denials, jigen ALSO loves being a menace, and after seeing the bartender click his teeth in annoyance the first time, jigen will start picking apart shit like he’s some kinda wine critic. but if they just go “oops sorry!” and fix it then he tips. a lot. he’ll beat himself up for putting a fifty on the counter in the morning

less of a woohoo lets celebrate drinker and more the casual type. he’s almost never the one who suggests they go out, y’know? in fact, more often than not, jigen is getting wasted at home. he can make his OWN damn drinks if he’s so particular. and besides, when he gets to the point he can’t pour anymore, he knows to stop

like i said, very giggly, downright pleasant drunk. it takes a lot to get him grouchy when he’s past a certain point, but honestly i wouldn’t suggest trying to find that threshold because his aim is still spot on even when he can’t stand up straight. his bloodstream in his hand is completely detached from the rest of him. it’s terrifying. i promise.

fujiko:

better tolerance than lupin lmao, but knows that ACTING more inebriated than you actually ARE gets you more positive attention (also gets people to lower their guard). mostly because you’re not actually falling over yourself and you can just pretend to be the cutesy fun drunk girl that is. not really real, i think. i don’t think anybody really stays that bubbly and adorable after a few pints yknow

in another life fujiko mine, world renowned, genius thief, would be a wine mom. she wouldn’t even have kids, she’d just have like that obnoxious decor and stuff. “i love cooking with wine. sometimes i even put it in the food” type shit. if it was inoffensive enough to the eye and she personally found it funny, even now, she might buy one of those horrid disney parks drinking pun shirts, just because it’s annoying to everyone else. probably uses it as like pajamas or something

fujiko does not even get DRUNK drunk. she just doesn’t really want to go past a point where she isn’t 10000% in control of all of her actions, and even a slight slip of the tongue when she’s trying to get out a sentence is enough for her to put down her drink and just PRETEND to keep sipping over the course of the night. because of this, she’s only really been hungover once, when she was like barely 20, and she is in NO rush to repeat that

wide array of tastes, but still picky about ratios of like, syrup to alcohol, ice to drink type stuff. if it’s good to her, it’s good! probably the only one who’s tried to develop an actual palet for stuff instead of just chugging whatever’s in front of them. of course, not that she hasn’t done that once or twice on occasion too

goemon:

oh you wanna talk picky about drinks. do i even need to say this? do i even need to tell you HOW drunk goemon has to be before he even lets his tongue touch anything besides sake. i have a feeling i don’t. but i will tell you that, yeah, if he’s drunk enough, you can get him to try, and maybe even admit he likes the taste, of another drink. but even then, he’s not ordering one for himself

goemon does not get hungover. the great goemon ishikawa the thirteenth?? descendant of one of the greatest, strongest warriors in history? no. he comes out of his room, calmly passes his slightly to very miserable compatriots sprawled over the couch and arm chairs, he grabs his glass of water, retreats to his room, and. immediately hits the futon burying his face in the pillows because his head hurts SO DAMN BAD and if he had to stand up straight for one more second he’d faint. of course, it takes a LOT to get him to this point, but he’s not untouchable. not yet, anyway

knows his own limits, and usually does a pretty good job keeping them in check, but he also folds into peer pressure REALLY easily if he’s already tipsy. he can go “no, no, i’m done. no more” but lupin goes “are you suuuure,” out comes the mike’s hard lemonade, and he caves. i take back the statement about only sake touching his tongue before he’s like blackout drunk. he will indulge in mike’s.

also a bit giggly when he’s under the influence, but he has enough awareness to try NOT to be. so you’ll hear the tiniest little laugh, and then when you turn to look at him, he’s already got his arms tucked under his shirt, eyes closed, stoic expression. and then when you turn away again he realizes how this is like that barnyard video lupin showed him once and he didn’t find it that funny at the time but now, NOW of all times, the memory of it is HILARIOUS, and he’ll burst out laughing. but y’know what, it’s good for him, so if he doesn’t remember in the morning, don’t tell him

zenigata:

have you ever seen that photo set of the tiny woman and this huge guy going drinking together, and when the bartender places the ice cream parfait in front of the woman and the giant keg of beer in front of the man, the two of them just stare at it for a moment before switching glasses and happily enjoying their shit? that’s fujiko and zenigata. to me. had to get that outta my system. anyway guy’s tolerance is shit,

I MEAN IT’S NOT REALLY, it’s not REALLY bad. it’s actually incredible, the shit he can stomach. but, like lupin, he just. won’t. stop. it’s OKAY nobody’s going to make fun of you for only drinking a THIRD of your bodyweight in one night! it’s not that serious! oh, no, wait, he’s drinking because he got pulled off the case again. ah, see, that’s a whole other problem altogether with you

so. so emotional. i mean we know this we’ve seen it. almost every time he-- i bet i could make another collage if i wanted but i won’t, i won’t make the same visual joke twice. just know almost EVERY time he’s gotten drunk he starts tearing up and sobbing about just whatever. like anything. but it also makes him twice as prone to arguing so it’s just not the BEST. somebody really needs to cut this guy off!

horrific hangovers. again, as we know. i said in the sick hcs that it would take a lot to drag him down, and that’s still true, he pushes through them a lot quicker than most, but that first little hour or two when he’s awake is NIGHTMARISH. he’s nauseous, everything is too bright and loud, he just wants to curl up back under the covers and die. but it’s too hot under there. so he just lies sprawled out under the ceiling fan. but that’s too cold IT’S VERY ROUGH FOR HIM!!

#goemon’s entry is going to sound very strange if nobody has seen the same comic that i have #i think i had it saved to my phone in hs. somehow it became a joke between irls. goemon and his mike’s hard lemonade #lupin iii #lupin the third #lupin #jigen #fujiko #goemon #zenigata #asks

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igbylicious · 3 months

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Hey might have accidently sent an ask prematurely ahem not at all embarrassing but you already know I'm writing this at an extremely late time welp this was always bound to happen (T.T) As I was saying... I bow at your brilliance, honestly. You did so well with yet another chapter of what I hope is a never-ending fic at this point because these chapters drops hype me up more than you could know.

HE'S THEIR SANNIE IM GOING TO BURST HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO MY POOR HEART. Also, I can't blame the reader for simping it's the san effect, really. And woo, the precious boy was doing so well. I just got so emo over it FOR NO REASON. well, the reason was because san was getting emo about it, and AS AN EMPATH- *gun shot noises*

I digress, weird sense of humour humor aside, I truly truly can't express how this chapter changed smth in my brain chemistry. I also love whenever we get mentions of reader having a ~body~ a very well loved one too!!

I'm wondering how much the fic changed from the original plan since you keep adding chapters. Like, was this play session already what you envisioned when you started your plan to write this? It's been truly so much fun to watch it evolve. Do the characters in your head influence the chapters, or do you just get inspiration and feel like it would fit them?? Also, do you ever feel tempted to write from woosan's pov?? Idk I'd like a tour of their minds too. I swear I can just keep pelting you with questions like this till my own fingers wear down from typing. I hope your pillow is always cool on both sides and for you to have a lovely day/night/week/month/LIFE. you deserve it!! 💚💚💚💚

lol dw abt the double ask! (≧◡≦) ♡ and sorry abt the tears and the extra laundry asdjkdaskjadsjk i am frantically handing you tissues (sorry i just hate doing laundry so much asdkjdaskj you’re on your own for that one 🙏)

NO BUT THE SAN SIMP EFFECT IS SO REAL 〒▽〒

Reader: hmm am i feeling a lil bratty today maybe? (¬‿¬ ) San:

Reader: …nevermind 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

(tho tbf there are ALSO plenty of San pics that make me want to misbehave real bad lol. the man’s got the range ♨_♨)

Woo was absolute best boi!!! listen i gotchu i get emo abt him too he just takes it all like a fucking champ and he trusts San SO much („ಡωಡ„)

omg putting the answers to your questions under a cut bc it got kinda long oop <_< tysm for giving me a ramble excuse!!! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

the basic scenario of reader and Wooyoung being tied up together is pretty similar to what i originally planned; but the *mood* of the scene is very different

when i first outlined the story, there was no non-sexual bondage; instead i had a vague idea abt Wooyoung still feeling guilty abt overstepping, and that he wanted to work out that guilt through bdsm.

so i had thoughts abt focusing the scene on San paying a lot of attention to reader while Wooyoung gets completely ignored as punishment — and he wouldn’t have permission to cum until she decided he deserved to uwu

but smth abt it all didn’t sit right w/ me from early on, and while writing the Woo/reader lunchdate i realised that she would 100% be uncomfortable w/ being used to punish Woo in *this* specific scenario since she has her own guilt abt that! (also; i felt like this’d be at a stage of their relationship that you gotta talk through some stuff, not fuck through it lol) so i pivoted, added the non-sexual bondage, and it turned into this!

(but if you feel robbed of some spicy moments now; no worries! Woo needing reader’s permission to cum & San ignoring Woo while he fucks the reader have been incorporated in the plans for different chapters (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧)

whether the characters influence the chapters; yes to some extent!

i really am a plantser at heart; i need to know where a fic is going & i need a few solid anchor points between beginning and end; but i also really need empty space to fill up details as i go along, which is usually influenced by what feels ‘right’ for the characters ♡

like; i knew from day 1 that Woo was going to break the no kissing rule, and i knew it would lead to a ‘conflict’ that’d end up strengthening their relationship, but i figured out the exact details along the way (again the their lunchdate did a lot of heavy lifting! writing that scene solidified SO MUCH for me abt Woo & reader’s deal)

now, abt Woosan pov…

the next chapter actually opens w/ San! (but um… you might not thank me for that >_>) i want to do a Woo pov somewhere too, which *might* also happen in the next chapter, but i’m still kindof feeling out what the best spot is ^^

(also i have like half a prequel drabble written down abt the first time Woo brought San flowers home from work (◕‿◕✿) i’m obv focused on the main story for now, but i’d love to finish that after the fic itself is done ^^)

ahhhhhhhhhhh sincerely thankyousomuch for all the amazingly sweet words and for letting me ramble!!! it’s fun to talk abt the ‘behind the scenes’ so to speak hehe („• ֊ •„)

#igby’s inbox #whiway #theoreticallymad

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trainingdummyrabbit · 8 months

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Tell us about The Guys what's their dynamic like

ok thats kind of on me for starting with the hardest character dynamic first

so. cocoa and luci. they're both characters that, narratively, are barely expected to be characters at all. let me explain. im entering unskippable cutscene mode. sorry <333

luci takes the role of the silly lil ai assistant... kinda. shes not supposed to be. shes Supposed to be just a basic guide/support mechanic, but she sure. Isn't. it was an accident. dont worry about it. nobody else did.

cocoa is cocoa. she wasn't always cocoa, but now she's all there is. easypeasy ^w^ she's like if an npc was a person, mostly. she just kinda stands or wanders around until shes needed, rarely speaks beyond basic preset responses, she just goes here :] shes just a silly lil thang, kinda confused but got the spirit, etc. And Also She Happens To Be The Highest Ranked Agent Here. dont worry about it. nobody else did.

they also happen to be, most likely, the two characters to change the most across the entire throughline. with like one exception, maybe. which is what makes this hard. im not going to waffle about too long, dont worry. probably. ill try.

so for a while it seems like...

...aka they dont seem to notice each other much at all. and it stays that way for pretty much the entire throughline! bbbecause everyones too busy running about to worry about The PA Voice and Their Shockingly Chill Coworker. unfortunately, The Problems.

see, they're both burying the lead. Hard.

because luci is The problem. Capital. as something that Super isnt supposed to be conscious (let alone alive,) she has a Lot of shit to figure out. and a Lot of issues. it takes a while for her to figure out her bearings (no thanks to everyone else, who was too busy squabbling about a "data compromise" and ""trying to find a new manager"". eyeroll.) but more or less, she's decided:

1) humans are fucking annoying. they worry about so much mess, care about all the wrong stuff, and insist on shoving it on other people. unfortunately, they're also deeply entertaining. theres 100% a superiority complex going on there. 2) she has Got to become something else. she wants something. deeply and desperately. its just... well, she's still figuring out what that is.

luci, as a character, is obsessed with Character and Relevancy. the deepest throes of passion and hatred, desire and purpose. to know for certain what your place is. (this doesnt say anything about her.) those that burn brightly like that never seem to die. not truly. (this says absolutely nothing about her.) to become a single, unshakable, irreplaceable star. (this means absolutely nothing about anything to her.)

and one of those things that grabbed her attention the most was that of abnormalities. irreplaceable, undying, bastions of Meaning. That was what it was. unfortunately, as Emotion isnt one of the things that she's inherently built with, it becomes a bit of an issue.

thus begs the question: how do you bring out that spark in something? and well, that's not a question she has the information to answer. however, if theres one thing shes good at, its Fucking Around And Finding Out ! and well, if there's some collateral damage or casualties about it, well. oops. not like they ever cared about death and the like here before. soooo whatever ^w^

and well, she has to practice her ominous dialogue with Someone who won't rat her out, soooo...

cocoa, on the other hand, is... well, she's different, for sure. that wasnt always her name, for one. or i guess, it always was. if i tried to explain her entire deal id be here another 10 paragraphs or so, but to make a long story short... living under the specific pressure that the city pushes onto its residents is taken better for some than others. cocoa is not one of these. the constant pressure of needing to provide and prove your worth to forces beyond your control put a ridiculous amount of strain on her, and even still, it could decide to snuff you out without a moments notice on a whim. and well, there's little you can do when you're someone like her.

its something she tried to bottle up for a long, long time. unfortunately, making it into Lcorp did not, in fact, help with this At All. and all of that dread and paranoia, the misguided self loathing, and the sheer inescapability of it all... well, of course she snapped. it wasn't anything loud, bombastic. just quiet. quietly, whoever it was that she used to be had vanished in an instant, snuffed by her own hand, before anything else could get the chance to do it first. and what remained was cocoa! a name to an absence. more Function than Person, she simply... became what was needed of her. and nothing more. and unfortunately, with how everything else was... this change slipped completely under the radar. for all except for one witness.

it doesnt mean anything to her. (it cant mean anything to her. not yet.)

all of that happens before the story even begins.

unfortunately, a superiority complex + the inability to process your own flaws + being allowed to be in control completely unchecked for an extended period of time allows luci to. spiral. to put it bluntly.

it becomes a horrible little race to figure out what exactly is going on before too many people end up dying in horrible ways. luci simply watches them run in circles like little mice. by the time they manage to scramble together enough to confront her, its a tiny group of maybe 4 against luci... and also cocoa. who, in trying to avoid thinking too hard about the meddling that luci was doing and the holes poked in her persona by the rest of the cast over time, has once again completely shut off in favor of simply doing whatever was asked of her. and well, luci was technically the one who had the authority to be dealing out directions, so... well. not gonna think about it too hard. shes had to suppress other agents before, so...

this, ultimately, becomes where cocoa's arc comes to a head. as stable as she seemed, turns out she was constantly teetering on a very dangerous edge. that edge between allowing outside influence, the bravery and will to push, to face uncertainty and risk... and erasing yourself entirely, forgoing the harms of failure and performance in favor of becoming something more akin to a tool, unable to perceive, but also unable to be hurt.

luci believes she knows cocoa. she's seen the depths of her-- she thinks-- has seen the dissatisfaction, the fear, the rage, the desire to reach and tear what she wants from anyone she can reach. for just a brief moment, she'd seen all of it, just before cocoa became... cocoa. and she sees herself in that. sympathy was not something that was afforded to her. it was not in her capability to feel that attachment. (it doesnt mean anything to her.) they were the same, werent they? held back by things out of their control. (it means absolutely nothing to her.) so it would be a kindness-- no, an act of pity, to grant this one the ability to truly Feel that, to Understand the self in its entirety. grant her that freedom. (it means absolutely nothing about anything to her.)

but to cocoa... this was just another will overriding her own. the reason something snapped-- she wanted to do good. to be good. but this world does not allow it. shes angry, yes. more than anything. but shes angry because of her own perceived uselessness. more than anything, she's exhausted. that buildup of anger and resentment-- it was something she desperately didn't want to inflict on others. so instead, she turned those teeth inward, and tore herself out for the crime of feeling. she doesnt want to act. she doesnt want to run. she doesnt want to be anything. she just wants to rest.

luci, insistent on her correctness but inherently oblivious, convinced she is giving a gift to someone she has done nothing but harm. and cocoa, afraid to let down the veneer of distance, to allow herself to want and hope-- afraid to take on the responsibility of being a Person again. but these two werent the only players in the game.

and well. cocoa makes her decision.

#piktalk #pikocs #projmoon #LONG ASS POST OK <333 they drive me fuckig insane ok 👍#anyway originally luci didnt feel much of anything towards cocoa other than the opportunist instinct #but she just. Decided. that she really liked this one. about as much as she could. and well. ok. Ok! Sure! Okay!!!!!!#given the time she couldve genuinely come to care about her i think. or smthn synonymous. unfortunately; the god complex.#and the unable to process emotions thing. and the inability to listen. and the hardcore projection. and-- .#cocoa never really Cared about her. she simply did her job. it took until well near the end for her to start getting annoyed tbh #she just. represses everything so goddamn hard she doesnt. notice. luci crossed Way Too Many Lines though--#--it was what pushed her into starting to try again. kind of. it was a final; desperate 'this cant be all there is.'#luci honestly barely even processes she's Particularly upset about it-- its. its a long ass story ok. she is so much All The Time. ok 👍#anyway luci is kind of me taking some of angela's thematics and shaking them around violently until some new freak came of it #and cocoa is cocoa. Shes Cocoa !

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heyyyy! Tell us about your version of the cainhurst king. maybe even how things go between him and annalise! I hope you don't mind me asking

Anon are you kidding? I am super happy you asked, thank you!

It's true I tried to avoid talking about him to not spoil my fic project but I slip every time so screw it, let's go (Plus it's not like Annalise is going to become Queen and him King in the fic I am currently writing so better talk about them now because it's uncertain if I will manage to ever write about it 🙄)

Also, omg are you asking this because of my shitpost drawing? Oops XD this is really the dumbest thing…

Ok so I inspired myself a lot from the version my good friend created X and X. I really like it so I create a similar yet quite different version. (I mean they just look the same and have a few characteristics in common but that's it really)

So yeah, I think this guy right here is the king during Annalise's reign.

I named him Charles. It was supposed to be a place holder name at first, when I was doing some story planning but I stick with it XD Typical old French name many kings had that's why I called him like this. + for the older design I used the dear cut content (because yes, we probably should have fight him instead of Logarius at first.

So for this ask I drew some designs! : (As a Byrgenwerth student and as king, younger and older)

In my story I also have Annalise's father, the precedent king consort appearing. I draw him as well for the occasion.

(ok he might look a bit older and tired compared to the chap5 of my fic so let's say it's a flash forwards of a few years later, a few months before he died of cancer. I'm sorry that sound really bad 😭 poor Richard…)

Ok so Charles, he's from a smaller noble family (the one from where the executioners gloves came from) they doesn't live at Cainhurst since a few years but he passed a few years from his childhood here. As such he's a childhood friend of Maria, Annalise and all the lil squad of Cainhurst OCs. Maria & him are closer in age (he's 1 year older than her and 2 years younger than Annalise) so they passed a lot of time together and were both really turbulent and unhinged children XD like you can see here. All the things TO NOT do, you can be sure they tried it out 🤣

Then well he went to live a bit far with his family and only went to Cainhurst to important event/ meetings/holidays etc…

Years later he become a student at Byrgenwerth and check notes began a cursus in history or smt? Antic history of the pthumerians civilization and afterwards or something like this. Maria joined Byrgenwerth one year later too! Some other events happened and it allow him to reconnect with Cainhurst a lot.

Ok so when I say he's a lil bastard it's affectionally and for real too <3 he's really similar yet different from Laurence for exemple idk how to explain. You know the popular type of guy who don't listen well in class and party a lot but still pass all his classes… (besides tell him to shut it in class Laurence can say much he was the same XD ok maybe Charles is more of a clown class and had more friends but still).

But even if he can stand the mean noble girls (&boys) contrary to Maria, he still passed times with her when he could and even hang out with the Byrgenwerth squad as well.

Also my friend think he might got a scare on the forehead (see painting) and I agree with this that's why he got one. How he got it you ask? Oh well… cough cough the infamous prom night! Not telling too much for now. Can't wait to write about it

So, in parallel concerning Cainhurst: It wasn't doing great and was loosing lots of influence sand after some tragic events happened "the knight cough & beast story cough cough" he speaks with the king, Annalise, lots of people besides Maria and began slowly to have a new objective in mind. + when Maria takes distance from Cainhurst so he actually grow closer to them at her place (well they were kinda missing a few royal guards so like they took what they could)

He could do a few things in battle but clearly didn't have the lvl of a royal guard or a strong warrior so he needed to learn and that wasn't always easy.

Flash forwards a few years later after he graduated but still hanged out at Byrgenwerth. Guess what the bastard did? ^^

Yeah, he's the scholar who stole the forbidden blood.

So yeah, THIS GUY! Damn. Well, it's actually kind of complicated because Byrgenwerth should have make a report to Cainhurst/ give it to them but they didn't so… Still Maria wanted to kick his ass XD (seriously he used her to know where it was and he leaved with everyone from Cainhurst except her. I mean he couldn't tell her but she almost got in big troubles)

"No Maria you can't go to his face and insult him in front of everyone…"

"Why not?" "… ok so he might actually become our next king consort and I hate it." "WHAT?!" (she still scolds him XD)

Yeah, when they asked him what he wanted for his service besides being a full-time resident at Cainhurst bro said, "Your hand my Queen" "bud that's not gonna work-" "Ok sure" O_O

Turn out, he planned the whole thing (stealing the blood) with Annalise 🤣

Yeah they did grow closer this past few years and everyone is on Annalise back to get a consort so…. (Also of course he's a simp. Who isn't at Cainhurst lol. He's not jealous btw because he know he will always be simp n°1 XD). So yeah somehow that's a big ship I have and I NEED CONTENT 😭 (Fantomette do it yourself! there is literally only 2-3 people to want that! You don't understand I just wanna read fics made by someone else on them! I can't write that!!)

But well, many nobles aren't that impressed so they ask him to do other stuff before. Like going into the chalice dungeons and recover some stuff. Funniest shit ever when he argues with Vledemyr all the time, or even Logarius and Gehrman just want to take all their heads and bonk them together XD yeah funny times.

Also most of all the statues at Cainhurst are because of him and he managed to bring back the crown of Illusions in the end! He almost died too but shhh (Annalise still scold him for it. The crown was lost in there since quite sometimes so Cainhurst only had one and it lost its power. + maybe a ring 🤔).

In the meantime, well Annalise absorb the forbidden blood and kinda become "immortal" (I headcanon that it prolongs the life a lot, you don't age normally etc and you heal if you get hurt. Explain how she can cut her arms and have no marks after a few minutes. The bigger the injuries the longer it takes to regenerate. Like if she were to "die" her body wouldn't get cold but stayed warms and she would wake up after a few hours/days or more etc what we used in the game really make it go faster).

Then he finally marries Annalise and become King! And the Vilebloods are formed wow and they try to make Cainhurst great again etc.

But yeah, it's not over. There is one small problem that happen a few years after… (besides the beast scourge of Yharnam and the church + Byrgenwerth being less or more ok with their practices). Annalise have a lot of difficulty to have a child (not that it's super urgent but it's still a problem).

You can be sure they both tried their best but it doesn't work. Either it's hard for her to get pregnant and when she does she have miscarriage after miscarriage. Most of the time it happened in the first couple of months but one time it happened almost at term or around 6-7 months perhaps? That was so bad that if Annalise wasn't "undead/immortal" she would have died. That was really a bad time for everyone. Even poor Maria was left a bit traumatized by the experience… (yes she came to help of course and that was before the hamlet I think) And Charles really was at the lowest in his life (not the only one too) he blamed himself because he thought that those problems could have been link with the forbidden blood (yes but not really).

So, in the end they managed to find something about an old ritual the pthumerians used, to get "powerful and special children" the child of blood. And with the discovery of the blood dregs, they become to participate even more intensely to the hunt…. and because of this and other events they ended up becoming the enemy of the church…

When the executioners went to kill the Vilebloods, Charles fight till his last breath to protect his Queen, Annalise, his future not born yet child of blood and his subjects. He killed lots of the executioners but they were too many and Logarius was there and stronger than before…

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Ok that's it for the over whole story. Now, he's kind of egoist with lot of pride and "I am better than everyone" type of guy but he still have moment where he showed real concerned for people he cared about + he grow wiser with age. Still, he wouldn't have problem to kill/ execute someone who's accuse of crimes against Cainhurst. He would do that without a second thought. Unlike someone else cough cough.

And yeah when Maria was a teenager and wasn't feeling well at all she passed a summer with him and his family and he did helped her feel better, likewise with some bad stuff that happened at Cainhurst during her Byrgenwerth years. He was there to support Annalise during harsh times and when she became Queen too. And was the emotional pillar and protector to her after he became her husband and king. Even if they encourage each other to grow worst and go on a really dark path…

He tried to not show a too much "soft side" to anyone (except a few persons person like his dear Queen). He did crack emotionally a couple of time and even if he really tried to hide it, Annalise generally end up knowing and recomfort him. They are each other biggest support after all.

But hey he did become good friends with Vledemyr! (Anna & Maria cousin, royal guard etc) when at first it was really complicated XD And his relationship with lil Voron (bloody crow when he was a baby/child) is really cute too <3

Ok last thing I headcanon that Logarius sword his originally the Charles wield.

So I think it's good for now. Hope that answers the question 😅

#bloodborne #my asks #anon asks #my art #cainhurst #king of cainhurst #queen annalise #annalise queen of the vilebloods #bloodborne headcanons #bloodborne original characters #fantomette22art #quite a long post!!! hope you like reading and thanks for asking i am normal about this 2! (no)

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𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME : dixon. been going by it for too long to change it. thought about it a couple times but it's stuck with me for a handful of years now. oop! also not my real name.

PRONOUNS : she/her/numbnuts/idc!

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : i lose track of tumblr ims very easily. discord is preferred and i will give it to any mutual that might want it!

NAME OF MUSE(S) : dean winchester is my main. i have jack kline @lasthymn and a human oc that gets demon possessed kinda dual muse at @unscriptured . my multi is low activity atm and i'm just replying to what i got at the moment. my spn brainrot is very real.

BEST EXPERIENCE : meeting all the people i have here and enjoying our time together. hanging out with @hostiae / @devourcr at eccc. generally, just the experience of meeting such lovely, awesome partners that become friends and people i cherish. even if we don't speak often. i really do adore the people who i get to share this lil orbit with.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : not reading my rules. becomes obvious when you don't. especially with a couple character or plot types i list that i don't feel comfortable writing and they get pushed on me. always read rules so you start out on a good page. it's so important! using roleplay to make yourself seem better than others. whether that be that you're more virtuous than them (as my buddy ava said) because they write things you don't like (rant to a bud, get your feelers out, block and move on??) or way more hip, progressive or whatever for plots you do or won't do or fcs or graphics you use. we're all just here writing. it's not that serious. have fun with it. curate your experience. screw anon button on. you'll be way less stressed. and a tiny one. refollowing on repeat. but that just gets a block eventually. and super easy to handle.

MUSE PREFERENCES : flawed heroes, burdened souls that are good people deep down, the distant person that has walls because of self-preservation, kind souls that've been burned too many times that they are cautious to warm up to others. misunderstood, thoughtful types. characters that still need to learn themselves and grow. on the complete opposite side? completely unhinged psychopaths, sociopaths, whatever else that falls under that line.

PLOTS OR MEMES : ava said this really well. memes are the easiest way to get my attention. i don't mind sending them in. or having them sent (though rn my inbox is a little big but i'm working on it, might just take me some time!). and then from there as we build up, if we match well, plotting is something i LOVE to do. i get that some don't though and i'm always more than fine winging it to see what happens. pretty flexible. but i really do love things that stick between muses.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : i write a lot most of the time. usually on accident. sometimes i get carried away and am enjoying myself. i, in no way, expect replies to match length and i mean it. i just need smth to work with. i've been keeping some posts purposefully shorter. especially meme replies as i work through my inbox. we can expand or shrink as needed!

BEST TIME TO WRITE : usually really late at night. i'm a night owl with insomnia and, as much as sarah threatens to beat me with a chair? i find sleep difficult. writing helps that!

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : i don't know? i'm probably more like dean than i am any of them. but i try to make better choices that won't end up with me getting hurt. though there are people i'd let the apocalypse happen to save. some people are just that important. sorry world. if we're going down. we're going down together at least? dean and i have very very similar music tastes. though some of my stuff would be thrown out the window. we both have stupid humor. we're loyal. i do like my jeans, t-shirts and flannels. but we are VERY different in many ways. or it'd be boring to write someone just like me.

TAGGED BY: @murderdeals TAGGING: anyone who follows me! i'd love to know more about you! tag me so i can read! and this means...YOU'RE IT!

#ooc; one from the salt circle #this got long. oop!

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joshotime · 6 months

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So you want to info dump huh? Alright then.

How do you think vessels work? Genuinely just your interpretation lay it on me my amigo.

OHH I LOVE THE VESSELS i have so much thought up of them!! I have quite a few things listed for em

First of all, not only are they all extremely light (even Hollow is quite light themselves) but their body temperature is constantly cold. Warmth for most vessels is something they dont really get to experience, but when given the opportunity like feeling the warmth of a fire, hot springs or another person its quite pleasant for them.

They also like nesting, so like instead of a bed they kinda just make these lil nests. Making em with usually sticks and hay and stuff if out of civilisation, but opting for blankets and other soft things if in some kind of house. An old instinct passed down by the Wyrm.

Surprisingly vessels can eat but dont really have a need to do so. Only ever needing to eat whenever shedding their shells since they kinda need the matter to create a new shell. But when as lil babies they dont have mouths due to having a really defensive and thick shell to protect them while young. So they opt to void tendrils coming out the eyes and scooping up whatever food they can find when they need to shed their shells and i mean they would eat anything, even like straight up raw flour.

When needing to shed theyre super groggy and have a strong instinct to consume literally everything they can find before falling comatose for a few days to give their body time to make a new shell

They do develop mouths usually after their first shedding though, making the process a lot easier for em. Though they also use their mouths as a tool sometime, biting things to open them and whatnot.

When it comes to growing, for vessels it can very much depend on the situation around them. Technically, Ghost and Hollow are the same age (due to practically all the vessels being born at once from one egg) but due to circumstances they look wildly different. Being able to adapt to whatever suits.

Ghost, living in the outskirts had to keep their tough protective shell they were born with. Opting for survival rather than a more sleek form built for power. They kept their small height to make it easier to rush away and hide, making them far too little and quick to really be worth wasting the energy to hunt down and eat them.

As for Hollow, the situation called for them to grow up far too fast and built to be not only sturdy but a strong fighter. Shedding their shell to such a large perfected form. Actually growing so fast that their baby she’ll immediately shedded past adolescent and into a young adult. And while this is extremely impressive at the time this push for perfection basically forced a cap on their potential.

If they had been given the opportunity to tale their time and not be so consumed by the stress to be perfect Hollow would of grown to be even more powerful than Pure Vessel, i mean look at Ghost, they were allowed to do their own thing and ended up killing gods.

But for Hollow? Pure Vessel is the strongest they’ll ever be, their power and potential only declining so very fast due to the whole situation. They will never be like Pure Vessel again, a consequence of growing far too fast in a both metaphorical and literal sense. Basically the equivalent of a prized/perfect child now suffering major burnout going into adulthood.

Sorry this kinda turned into a slight ramble about Hollow oops

#josho rambles #asks #hk infodump #not art

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blamemma · 2 years

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Top 5 Maxiel headcanons you've come up with

this is going under the cut because it got waaayyy too long to quickly (also this very quickly divulged into headcanons vs. au's oops sorry) (also that first one i could really expand more on if i had any brain power whizzing through my head today)

max is obsessed with daniels tattoos but not in the sense of them being sexy and hot (he likes them also in that way, plz keep writing it into fics xx ) but in an appreciation way....i truly believe max would love museums and art galleries (more traditional than new wave kinda ones, at those he'd be like 'but daniel, i could easily make that, why is it £1,000,000)....idea stems from his love of geography and maps and history but I can honestly see him wandering around the national portrait gallery or the rijksmuseum and admiring these portraits and statues of historical figures and just spouting his facts that he somehow knows and enquiring about how they were made...LIKE SORRY imagine max with one of those lil headset things with the really bad headphones which are often so tiny they fit over no ones head that you get and you type the number in that corresponds to the art you're currently looking at and it tells you all about it hE'D LOVE IT (i think idk i'm hypothesising about a man i dont know) i just think max likes the slower things in life from what he says in his interviews and stuff and I think if he knew he could just wander around and not be noticed and take his time admiring things...he would..sO anyway back to the tattoos got a bit distracted I think Max likes Daniel's tattoos because they're all different...you've got his massive thigh tattoo which is traditional/neo-classical style full of colour and bright and has dedications to family and home...and then you've got text ones but a lot of them are done in different fonts, some more minimalist than others and then you've got the astronaut and the cupid which so obviously have stories behind them and max would love to be told those stories, repeatedly, never tires of hearing daniel explain his tattoos to him and i think he just likes that daniel has art all over him that HE gets to admire....when daniel gets new ones he sits and shows max the designs and asks what he thinks (same with his merch) and max is just straight-up honest and helps daniel tweak things

2. an ode to mine and ray's single dad daniel au but its truly one of the things i now think about most often because its loving someone and their someone!! knowing that loving them means loving their child and their family and that not being a problem!! for max, that is so easy, because it's daniel's child, he loves daniel (even though he doesn't really realise it yet) and so it is easy to love henry??! max literally does not second guess it all whereas daniel is panicking, has seen max and henry get along since he first introduced them (henry really hasn't known a life without max also being there) but adding this extra dimension, where max is something more to him, a partner/lover, and therefore something else to henry terrifies him - he backs out of taking the next step with max SO often because he would rather continue to get these little family moments of him max and henry which he can watch over and pretend they're a real family than take a risk on a relationship with max and truly ruin it and leave henry without max and ultimately leave himself without max!! it's about your priorities as a parent and sometimes thinking you're making the best decision when ur not!!

3. daniel is obsessed with max...u literally just have to refer to the countless interviews where he mentions him, unprovoked, and the way his face lights up!! loves to worship his body, loves seeing how it has changed....THE THESIS (thank you @fourmula1 for ur service)....and i obviously think max is also obsessed with daniel....but its just different idk words are evading me but like daniel knew max as a teenager as a spritely 17 year old and he's now seeing him as a man at 25 winning two world championships already??!?!!?? eyah there's gotta be a bit of admiration and obsession.

4. things got frosty in the middle part of this season between them both because they can't communicate. daniel will hide behind jokes, often self-depreciating, when times get realllyyy tough, and max just wants honesty. wants daniel to lay his cards on the table and tell max how he feels. wants to see daniel punch a wall if that will make him feel better. and so they just....weren't talking....because anytime max asked, he just wouldn't get the truth and then when he'd call daniel out on it daniel would get defensive....i dont think max would want to help with the situation... they know their boundaries when it comes to racing and their teams and what they can and can't say to each other...but I think essentially what happened was just a breakdown in communication and max just feeling like he was being left on the sidelines with a depressed bf who he didn't know how to help...they regressed for a little bit....spent time apart....daniel went to montana and then perth...max spent time in monaco with his friends, rode jet skis, partied etc. they missed each other, they pined for each other, they got advice off their friends, they kissed they talked now they're ok again etc etc. and daniel knows that he CAN tell max anything and max will listen or give advice, whatever daniel wants, but he just needs to know

5. ...they're both vers... like what you like read what you wanna read enjoy what you enjoy we're all writing and reading about these men for our own enjoyment and I also like reading different people's takes on either/or... BUT i just think sometimes a man needs to fuck and sometimes he needs to be fucked and there's different reasons why and its whatever the moment calls for but we go back to number 3 and the obsession daniel has with how max has changed and its just another way for him to enjoy and obsess over this change in max....i do think they would have started with daniel topping but as max becomes more confident in his skin and LOVES what daniel does to him he wants to give daniel the same....max lOVES to make people happy, daniel fucking him makes him so happy and content and he knows that makes daniel happy to but he wants to try it the other way, try something new etc etc. it's about them pleasing each other at the end of the day and just being able to serve each others needs....

#asks #5 things game #this is a mess sorry #i have done 4 things on my list this was my reward #dr #mv #maxiel

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