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summary: you and Hyunjin have a peculiar relationship with your roommate Felix
pairing: est. relationship Hyunjin x fab!reader x roommate Felix
genre: sprinkle of fluff, smut-18+MDNI
word count: 2.7k
warnings: cockwarming, spanking, breeding kink, mention of pregnancy, partner sharing, unprotected sex (don't), multiple creampies, squirting, nipply play, dirty talk, use of term slut
notes: short, sweet, and filthy lol I just love hyunjin and felix omg
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Itâs the end of the day, the part where you start to wind down, your mind exhausted from the dayâs activities. Youâre sitting on your bed holding your penguin plushie as you scroll through your phone when you notice the time.
Seeing that it is almost seven, you sit up as excitement courses through you, your core clenching in anticipation for the evening thatâs in store.
Hyunjin will be home soon after a long day at work. You miss your boyfriend dearly, the hours long without him.
At the thought of seeing him soon, you get up out of bed and shimmy out of your sweatpants and panties, leaving yourself in only his oversized shirt, the hem barely grazing your thighs.
You pad to the door and open it, making your way to the living room where a certain blond is sitting, his eyes trained on the tvâŠthat is until you walk in.
At your entrance, Felix looks up and flashes the smile you have grown to love, all teeth and dimples, as he sets his phone down. He beckons you over, his tiny finger making a come hither motion as he invites you to sit on his lap.
You stand there for a moment, gazing at the beautiful man, your hands behind your back. You take him in, how the bulge within his grey sweats is ever enlarging, his cock twitching as you take one step forward.
âThatâs it, come here sweetheart,â Felix purrs as he pushes his hair out of his freckled face.
Youâre wet, incredibly so, as your body is trained almost like Pavlovâs dog. At the stroke of seven, you become horny, the thought of cock filling you up making the feeling almost unbearable.
You arrive in front of Felix and giggle, as your cheeks flush at the sight of the blond.
âReady sweetheart?â Felix asks, his hands reaching into his sweats to pull his cock out, giving it a few strokes as he spreads the precum thatâs leaking from the tip around.
You nod as you take in his hard cock, perfect and chubby, all ready for you.
He holds it steady as you straddle his legs and bring your core to his length. Felix helps you line his cock with your entrance as you experimentally lower yourself, sighing at the stretch his tip provides.
You left your hips up before bringing them down once more, this time taking all of him. You let out a whimper at feeling full, your pussy keeping his member nice and snug within your wet walls.
You wrap your arms around Felix and nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck as he holds you close. You just sit there, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath, reveling in the comfort of being in Felixâs arms.
You relax further as his hands sneak beneath your shirt, his fingers gently trailing your back as he continues to watch the show on the tv screen.
And so it goes. You and your boyfriend have a particular arrangement with Felix, your roommate. He joined your little abode around a year ago, all sunshine and happiness, and thankful for you both taking him in.
As time went on and you three became closer, feelings of friendship turning into something a little more with each passing day. You were already dating Hyunjin, and Felix knew that, but he couldnât let his feelings go to waste, confessing one day while at movie night.
You remember looking at Hyunjin, a smirk forming on your face at the confession. Little did Felix know that you both liked Felix too and were more than willing to open up your relationship to include him.
Felix was delighted, as the best case scenario played out. However, before he could get too excited, Hyunjin laid down some ground rules.
The first rule he imposed was you were his at the end of the day and only his, but Felix can enjoy the perks of having you close by, whatever those perks may be. He also demanded that Felix prep you and get you ready for him before he got home.
Felix readily agreed, as he got to be with you, feel you, and that was more than he had bargained for.
So here he was, âpreppingâ you by having you warm his cock. He loved how you felt around him, your pussy always warm and wet, your slick dripping down onto his pants, forming a constantly enlarging wet spot.
You both sat there for a while, waiting for the door to open and for Hyunjin to walk in. However, you were starting to feel needy, Felixâs cock feeling too good within you. You knew you were playing with fire, but decided to proceed, needing some type of relief as you waited for your love.
Smirking against Felixâs neck, you clenched down on his length while pressing wet kisses to his neck, a soft whimper escaping your lips.
Felixâs breath hitched for a moment before he recovered, lightly tapping your ass and gripping the flesh tight. You grinned before repeating the motion, this time feeling his cock twitch within you as he let out a low groan at the sensation. Felix gently rocked your hips over his cock, his length dragging deliciously against your walls.
You gripped his neck tighter as you breath caught, hoping he would do it again. However, Felix recovered, remembering that Hyunjin gets to have you first.
âBehave,â he said, his deep voice rumbling deep within his chest and flowing to your ears.
You let out a sigh, as you lightly nipped his skin, Felix jumping at the slight pain. Youâre not sure how much longer you could wait, needing to move, to gain any type of friction to ease your aching pussy.
As you thought of moving again, the door opened and in walked Hyunjin. You watched as he dropped his bags and kicked off his shoes before walking over to the living area. He smiled at seeing the two of you, wrapped in an intimate embrace, as you warmed Felixâs cock.
âYou two are adorable,â Hyunjin cooed, taking out his phone to snap a picture, wanting to add it to his ever growing collection of his two favorite people.
Hyunjin continued to gaze at you two, the blood flowing to his cock as he took in your flushed cheeks, your disheveled hair as you continued to nuzzle your head in the crook of Felixâs neck. He took in Felix, his eyes dilated and veins prominent on his hands as he gripped your ass tighter. He knew how Felix felt, your pussy too warm, wet, and just perfect.
âReady love?â Hyunjin asked, walking closer to you.
You nodded your head, keeping your face tucked into Felixâs neck as Hyunjin wrapped his arms around your waist. You let out a moan as Hyunjin lifted you off of Felixâs cock, the sudden emptiness making your walls contract as he carried you bridle style to your bedroom.
He laid you down on the soft sheets and began stripping his clothes off, his eyes on you the whole time. You watched as his cock sprang free, as he dragged his sweats down his thick thighs, licking your lips at the sight.
âTake your shirt off love, you know the drill,â Hyunjin commanded as he stood before you in all his glory.
You shuffled to take the garment off, your tits now on display for your lover. You leaned back and fondled the flesh, watching as Hyunjin stroked his length.
âMm spread your legs love, show me your pussy,â Hyunjin said, as he bit his plush lips.
He let out a moan as you spread your legs, your folds parting and displaying your wet entrance and puffy clit. You whimpered as you swiveled your hips, wanting to touch yourself to ease the ache. However, you didnât dare touch what was his, wanting him to have his fill first.
âThatâs it love, such a pretty pussy just for me.â
Hyunjin approached you, as he slotted himself between your legs. He leaned over you, his body hovering over yours as caged you in, his lips finding purchase against yours. He kissed you passionately as he brought his cock to your entrance, pushing the tip in with a swift motion.
You moaned loudly against his mouth as his cock speared you open, your pussy welcoming him in with no hesitation. Hyunjin smirked at your reaction as he snapped his hips into yours once, twice, as he pushed your body up against the bed with the force each thrust. He set a fast pace, as he pounded into you, his hips withdrawing until his cock was almost out of your pussy before slamming back in.
Loud moans rang through the room, as Hyunjin fucked you, so loud youâre sure Felix could hear you from the living room. However, that was part of the thrill, the thought of Felix with his cock out, his hands stroking his length, the thought of fucking you at the forefront of his mind.
You squealed as Hyunjin adjusted his hips, the new angle causing his cock to brush against your sweet spot with each thrust, the drag sending little shockwaves through your core.
You tried to say his name, but nothing came out, your mouth left wide open as Hyunjin brought you closer to your orgasm.
Hyunjin could tell you were close, as your walls clenched around him, attempting to keep him deep inside you. He listened intently as you mumbled words, the syllables barely audible as you became cock drunk, chanting that you need his cock and donât stop.
He could never get used to your pussy, how wet you get as he fucks you, as Felix teases you as you cockwarm him every night. Your pussy was made for him, stretching perfectly to accommodate him.
âCum in me,â you whimpered, hoping he would not pull out like he usually does.
You wanted to be filled, to have his cum stuffed within you, so much so that it leaks out and doesnât stop.
Hyunjin was shocked at first, but quickly recovered, grinning at your words, more than happy to oblige.
âMy love wants me to fill her up, breed her good hmm?â Hyunjin asked as he swiveled his hips against yours.
âYes, baby please, breed me,â you whined as you locked your legs around his ass pulling him as close as you could.
Hyunjin sought out your lips, pressing sloppy kisses to them as he continued to grind into you, the neatly trimmed hairs rubbing against your clit with each thrust. He felt like he would go insane as your walls clamped around him, urging him to cum, your tits rubbing against his chest perfectly, adding extra stimulation to his sensitive nipples. He placed his lips right at your ear as he continued to whisper dirty words to you.
âFuck this pussy, love. Gonna cum, breed this pussy so good that itâll stick and make you a mommy.â
At that you let out a loud cry, the thought of carrying Hyunjinâs child causing you let go, your orgasm wrecking through your body. You clutched onto him as he continued to fuck you through your high, his pace never faltering.
You whispered in his ear, your litany of his name causing him to moan as he came, spurt after spurt of his cum painting your walls white.
You rocked your hips against his thrusts, holding him close as he finished emptying himself within you. With a shaky breath he stilled, collapsing gently on top of you.
You laid there for a while, your breathing slowly going back to normal as Hyunjin pressed lazy kisses to your neck.
âWeâre not done yet love,â Hyunjin finally whispered in a sultry voice.
He got up, withdrawing his now softened cock from your core. You could feel his cum slowly seep out, the trickle forming a sticky path down your ass. Hyunjin tutted at the sight, his finger gathering his cum before stuffing it back inside of you.
âNeed that to stick donât we? Keep it in love.â Hyunjin warned as he gave you a stern look.
You nodded in agreement, as he maneuvered behind you. He brought you back against his chest, his arms wrapping around you snuggly. He pressed a kiss to your hair whispering sweet nothings as you both rested in the moment as two.
âFelix,â Hyunjin called shortly after, his arms still wrapped around you as he cradled your body.
The blond opened the door and walked in, a smile plastered on his freckled face.
âSounds like Hyunjin took good care of you sweetheart,â Felix cooed as he got undressed. âThink you can take me too?â
You knew it was a rhetorical question as you would take his cock regardless but you answered nonetheless, wanting to please Felix.
âGive me your cock Lix,â you said, spreading your legs wide for him. Hyunjin gripped your thighs, bringing them to your chest to keep you open for him. Felix wasted no time slotting himself between your legs, his eyes trained on your swollen pussy.
âWould you look at that, youâre dripping in cum,â he teased. âLetâs just push that back in,â Felix grunted as he slid his cock into your pussy, a loud squelch echoing throughout the room as his cock pushed Hyunjinâs cum further inside you.
âYouâre so wet sweetheart, take it all yeah?â Felix grunted as he slid his cock in and out in and out, your pussy letting both men know how wet you were with each thrust.
You whimpered as Felix began to pound into you, your eyes on his beautiful face. Your walls clenched at the sight of him falling apart above you, his hair falling in his face with the exertion.
You were about to reach up and grasp his face when Hyunjin let go of your legs and pinched your nipples, the jolt of pain sending waves of pleasure straight to you core.
âAhh!â You moaned as Hyunjin toyed with your nipples, his fingers alternating between brushing against them and pinching them.
âIs Felix fucking you good love? Keep those legs open,â Hyunjin said, his voice right at your ear.
âMm yes!â You said as you took a shaky breath.
âLove this pussy, just taking me. Look at that, sucking me right in,â Felix groaned his eyes trained on your walls stretching over his cock.
âNot gonna last long sweetheart, gonna cum, gonna give you my cum yeah?â
Hyunjin chuckled, his breath tickling your ear. âHear that love? Gonna let Felix breed you full too?â
You were floating at his words, wanting nothing more than Felixâs cum within you.
âLix give me your cum,â you begged as you spread your legs even wider, keeping them open just like Hyunjin instructed.
âDamn sweetheart, Hyunjinâs cum not enough for you that you need mine too? Are you our little cum dump?â Felix teased as he smirked.
You nodded quickly, little âmmmsâ leaving your lips.
As Hyunjin continue to play with your tits, he said in a low voice, âmy little slut, gonna let Felix breed you too. Fill you up, give you his baby hmm?â
At the thought of carrying their babies, not knowing who the father was, you let out a loud whine, as you squirted, your walls contracting rhythmically around Felixâs cock.
The feel of you clamping down on him, holding him in tipped him over the edge, his cum filling your pussy, the fluid mixing with Hyunjinâs.
You whimpered as he pulled out, a gush of fluid leaking out down your ass and onto the sheets. You preened as Hyunjin whispered praises in your ear, his hands softly stroking your sides.
You watched as Felix left to go find a towel, returning shortly after leaving. He helped clean you off, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
âGood night sweetheart,â Felix said as he gave you a smile. He then got up and snatched his clothes, leaving to go back to his room.
âLetâs get you ready for bed. Get under the blankets love,â Hyunjin said as he helped you maneuver under the warm fabric.
He got in next to you and pulled you close. You were on the verge of sleep when Hyunjin broke the silence.
âI hope it really did stick and youâre carrying one of our babies.â
You didnât say anything but laid there thinking about what he said. You wouldnât be mad but actually happy at the thought as you loved both of the boys.
And that was a thought that you knew would always remain.
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Rayllum Month 2024 - July 15th: Second First Kiss
Callum and Rayla stood with their hands on their knees and panted, along with Sneezeles and Stella who sighed in relief on Callumâs shoulders. The massive explosion, followed by the inferno that nearly overtook the ship which lead Callum to rush in to Raylaâs aid, was finally gone thanks to his spell. The smoke was still too thick and suffocating, causing them both to cough. They leaned on each other, arm in arm, and helped each other walk out.
They finally reached an exit, leaving behind the scorching fumes of the ship and went into the freezing winds of the Frozen Sea. They felt their faces start to sting from the sudden temperature change. The two of them focused on catching their breath despite the air being too cold for their lungs. They finally faced each other, checking if they were each doing well. Then suddenly, they rushed into each otherâs arms.
âI thought I was going to lose you,â Callum said, his voice deep with emotion, as his arms tightened around her. They breathed deeply as they held each other then pulled back.
Callum then reached for Raylaâs cheeks and cupped them in his hands, warming her skin from the bitter cold surrounding her. Much to her surprise, he immediately pulled her face closer to his and she felt his lips against hers. Raylaâs eyes were wide open and her whole body felt petrified. So many thoughts and feelings ran through her head all at once as her heart pounded in her chest and she felt her whole body consumed by a rush.
Callum slowly pulled away, but leaned his forehead against hers, slowly opening his eyes to look straight into hers. He felt a tinge of awkwardness, wondering if he acted too soon as he noticed her dazed look. Before he could back away or say anything, Rayla wrapped her hands around his neck and kept him close.
More, her eyes signaled to him.
They simultaneously closed their eyes and their lips met once again. With each passing moment, their kiss grew more intense and passionate. Rayla ran her fingers through Callumâs soft hair, and he gripped her back with one hand and her head in his other, leaving no gap between them and neither of them planning to let go anytime soon.
Once they finally pulled away, they looked into each otherâs eyes and let out a soft giggle. For the first time in two years, they were this close to each other again.
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childe meets a wanderer in the rain
pt 1/2
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â„ïžReveling in Richonne - TOWL Master List
The Ones Who Live: Episode 1 - Episode 6
Episode One - âYearsâ đȘ
#1: The Hand (1.01)
#2: The Dreamgirl (1.01)
#3: The Getting Back To You (1.01)
#4: The Bench (1.01)
#5: The Eager (1.01)
 #6: The Gone (1.01)
#7: The Choice (1.01)
#8: The Last Letter (1.01)
#9: The 5 Pizzas & A Wedding Ring (1.01)
#10: The Burning (1.01)
Episode Two - âGoneâ đĄ
#11: The One & Only  (1.02)
#12: The Building (1.02)
#13: The Recovery (1.02)
#14: The Magnetic Reunion (1.02)
#15: The Going (1.02)
#16: The Secret Rendezvous (1.02)
#17: The Danger (1.02)
Episode Three - âByeâ đ
#18: The Broken Bliss (1.03)
#19: The Bad B (1.03)
#20: The 'Poison' (1.03)
#21: The Getaway Plan (1.03)
#22: The Trouble in 'Paradise' (1.03)
#23: The Portrait (1.03)
#24: The Helplessly Devoted (1.03)
#25: The Irresistible (1.03)
#26: The Crazy (1.03)
Episode Four - âWhat Weâ đ
#27: The Timeout (1.04)
#28: The Big Reveal (1.04)
#29: The Malfunction (1.04)
#30: The Story of the Brave Man (1.04)
#31: The Heart Rip (1.04)
#32: The Safety (1.04)
#33: The Push (1.04)
#34: The Trapped (1.04)
#35: The Buildup (1.04)
#36: The Ressurection (1.04)
#37: The Good Kind Heart (1.04)
#38: The Scars (1.04)
#39: The Love of My Life (1.04)
#40: The Living Dead (1.04)
#41: The Loving Memory (1.04)
#42: The Fuel (1.04)
Episode Five - âBecomeâ đ
#43: The Good Life (1.05)
#44: The Family Gifts (1.05)
#45: The Son's Best Friend (1.05)
#46: The Never Letting Go (1.05)
#47: The Lovebirds & The Snake (1.05)
#48: The Wedding Plans (1.05)
#49: The Final Deal (1.05)
#50: The Dream Come True (1.05)
#51: The Mr. & Mrs. Grimes (1.05)
Episode 6 - âThe Last Timeâ đ§š
#52: The Ring Finger (1.06)
#53: The Dossier (1.06)
#54: The Missed (1.06)
#55: The Future Generations (1.06)
#56: The Real CRM (1.06)
#57: The Father (1.06)
#58: The Fearless (1.06)
#59: The Eternal Love (1.06)
#60: The Cure (1.06)
#61: The Happy Ending (1.06)
#62: The Happy Beginning (1.06)
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The girl reading this is Christian! đ
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Girl me too and I wrote it đ«Ł. Welcome to the horny bin lol!!
Eyes On Me
Summary: You wouldn't care if they heard. You wouldn't care if they saw. They already know you're in Tech's bunk.
Pairing: Tech x reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, p in v sex, fingering, slightly rough sex, clothed male unclothed female, glove kink, exhibitionism, slight pain kink, armor kink, this is absolute filth I am so sorry.
A/N: *Sweats* Uh, did I intend on making most of these about the Batch...not really. I just can't help it. I have no excuse for this one. Please forgive me.
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The barracks are quiet, aside from the pounding of the rain against the window and the occasional rumble of snoring from Wreckerâs bunk. Theyâre all tired after a hard series of missions, back on Kamino for a short stay before they ship out again.Â
You only feel slightly guilty about what youâre doing, only that it might disturb them in their much needed rest. You stare up into those brown eyes above you, his gaze sharp and focused. One arm is looped behind you, hand covering your mouth to keep you quiet. His gloved fingers pinch into your cheeks as he muffles your moans, trying not to wake the others.
You wouldnât care if they heard.Â
You wouldnât care if they saw.Â
The kinds of things that made your pussy clench would make even Crosshair blush.Â
You, their sweet little medic, laying in Techâs bunk with his gloved fingers knuckle deep in your pussy. His movements are slow and deliberate, fingers curled into that spot inside you. His armor presses into your side, digging into the dips and curves but you donât care.Â
Tech had been the obvious choice for you, his quiet but commanding demeanor was alluring, and you work with him often. Heâs eager to learn, and you posed your desires as a learning opportunity. A chance to gain knowledge in an area he had little experience in.Â
They were all rather looked over when it came to that area, mostly because they didnât get chances for shore leave often. You were the first woman they had close contact with, which led to some interesting situations in the beginning. None of them had ever approached you with an offer, and you could guess they wouldnât have, if you hadnât approached Tech.Â
You know the others listen sometimes.Â
You love it.Â
Tech doesnât seem to care either, his fingers stilling as he removes his hand from your mouth to tug your breastband up. He covers your mouth again, thrusting his fingers into you faster. You whine against his hand, suddenly aware of how silent the barracks have gotten. Even the rain seemed to stop, making the wet squelch of your pussy all the more noticeable. The lube heâd coated his glove in only made it louder.Â
Your eyes roll back as he drags the rough fabric covering his palm across your clit, your legs clamping closed as you cum around his fingers. He eases you through your orgasm, your breaths coming in pants from behind his hand. He stills his fingers inside you, holding them there. You continue to flutter around him, squeezing his fingers.Â
He finally draws them from your aching pussy, the black fabric sticky and coated in your cum. He shifts over you, moving his hand from your mouth. He presses two fingers against your lips and you take them in your mouth. He tastes like metal and plastoid, tangy and bitter on your tongue. You whimper around his fingers as he removes his codpiece with one easy movement, shoving it in the corner of the bunk.Â
You part your legs further as he opens his blacks, pulling out his cock. Heâs hard already, his hand jerking the thick length. Your mouth waters around his fingers, drool slipping out of the corners of your mouth and running down your cheeks. He watches it for a moment before lining himself up.Â
You moan around his fingers as he presses into you, your pussy already raw and aching from his fingers. The stretch is almost too much, your whimpers loud in the quiet barracks. His fingers press against your tongue, cutting off all noise for a moment. You swallow around his fingers, breaths coming in gasps as he fills you.Â
The barracks are very quiet. Theyâre awake. They have to be. Thereâs no way they could sleep through this, even with Wreckerâs snoring. The thought makes you clench around Tech, his eyes snapping up to your face. He gives you a look, your body relaxing around him, allowing him to press in further.Â
Youâre entirely exposed, the blanket pushed off to the side. Your breastband is up around your armpits, leaving your tits exposed to the cold air in the barracks, and to whomever just happened to look over.Â
Tech knows this too.Â
He angles his body just enough if they wanted to see, they could. His hips press flush with yours, his belt pressing into your stomach. His tools bite the inside of your thighs as they press against his sides. He starts to move, dragging his length along your walls. You moan around his fingers, hand sliding to grip the wrist of the hand thatâs pressing into the mattress beside you.Â
His gaze is angled down, recording the way his length slides in and out of your wet pussy. For research, heâd claim. Itâs definitely for him to watch later, when itâs harder for you two to get alone time.Â
âLet her go.âÂ
The voice makes you jump, not expecting it. Itâs rough and low, breathy and slightly muffled from the wall between the two bunks. Hunter. He canât see what youâre doing, but no doubt heâs been able to hear the entire time.Â
Tech slips his hand from your face, drawing his fingers from your mouth. He snaps his hips into yours, a high pitched whine leaving your lips. Itâs downright sinful sounding, putting those girls in those holofilms popular among the clones to shame. You continue to moan loudly as Tech snaps his hips into yours, the sound of your pussy rivaling the sounds coming out of your mouth.Â
Youâre going to cum again and soon.Â
You hear quiet groans, the sounds of bodies shuffling in bunks. You go to turn your head but Tech grips your jaw, keeping your head still.Â
âEyes on me.â He says slowly, his voice low from pleasure.Â
You want to see. You want to see them, hands in their blacks, watching you get fucked by their squadmate. You keep your eyes glued to Techâs behind his goggles, arms falling open to give them the best view of your bouncing tits.
Your moans get louder, and for a moment youâre worried anyone walking by might be able to hear. It would be one hell of a reprimanding if you were caught in this position, and youâd likely get reassigned. The guys wouldnât get much more than a stern talking to. They were too valuable to the Republic to risk decommissioning.Â
Perhaps thatâs what made them so bold.Â
âKriff, kriff, kriff!â You curse, crying out Techâs name as you cum, writhing beneath him. He stills his hips, letting you ride out your orgasm around him. You can hear echoing groans from the others, desperate to turn and look but you know Tech wonât let you. Heâll force your gaze on him and only him. You also know heâs not done.Â
Heâs far from finished with you.Â
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you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm đ„č
as it turns out, the man bakugou is â a bit harder to handle.
he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now â it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.
almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs â or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.
you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.
it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.
â not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of â
the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.
you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low â enough for you and your little brute.
the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was â nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.
a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.
you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.
bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.
"oh, allfatherâ" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"
things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things â like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.
"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.
you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.
the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is â his complete lack of understanding of personal space.
"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you â get out!"
but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.
if anyone were to walk in right now, they would â probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.
regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.
"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."
all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.
he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.
curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.
they're â amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.
"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"
bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.
you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist â and then he's turning into you again, too close.
beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.
you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.
your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.
suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.
bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.
"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.
it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.
and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.
#anon dear friend i am so happy you have enjoyed it !!! and that it has comforted you in some way !!#i am wrapping you up in a big hug and so is our bratty lil dragonđ„č#this message was just so cute and i wanted to write more for you !!!#this is all for you my peach my plum đ thank you for being here and reading my silly things !! giving me a reason to share them !!!#how fuuuuunnnn i am enjoying him way too much LOL#he's a brat !! a biter !!! he does what he wants !!!#god this is going to become a thing on here isn't it LOL might as well start a tag because i have much more to say !!#the lil world-building i have done for this in my mind...you have no i dea LOL#thank you again dearest !!#he he he he said THIS IS MINE đ#and by this he means YOU đ#àč remember me love: bakugou àč#âż willow writes#âż ask willow#âż thoughts: bakugou
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Spinning on That Dizzy Edge
So I was NOT gonna write one today. But then I had a train ride, a notes app, completionist tendencies and no self control. So I'm gonna keep the commentary short and sweet, as I am writing/posting all of this on my phone xD
Short, sweet, somewhat suggestive (the M rating is probably over-cautious, but Charles is feeling frisky!), no warnings off the top of my head. Bon appetit!
Title/various lyrics referenced in the fic are, of course, from Just Like Heaven by The Cure. The other lyrics referenced are A Little Respect by Erasure!
1k, M-rated, also available on Ao3. Thanks again, @painlandweek !
There was a haunting at the old Lamplighter's Arms. 'Least that's what the locals said.
It was an ancient place, older than the dirt, all bare brick and low beams. Inside there was an old upright piano, and it couldn't have been as old as the building, but no one could actually prove that. Dark wood and centuries of drunken etchings, a little warp and wonk in the keys that lent it a honky tonk air. No one knew how it had survived so long, and no one had ever had the heart to replace it. Or the courage to disturb a piano that, supposedly, on a dark and stormy night, was known to play itself.
Urban legend had it that it was the spirit of Susie Shipton, the old innkeeper's daughter - mournfully playing for her husband who went to sea, never to return. Singing sweet songs to lure his wandering spirit home from the troubled depths.
Unlike most pub-haunting legends Charles had come across, this one was actually bang on. Or at least it had been. They'd met Susie Shipton last year; lovely girl! And with a little help from the Dead Boy Detectives, she'd been able to shuffle off to her lovely afterlife. Hand in hand with that wayward soul she'd been singing to all those years. It was dead romantic â Charles might've had a bit of a cry about it.
Susie had moved on, but the Lamplighter still had a haunting. It had just swapped the one resident ghost for a couple of part-timers.
"Bit gloomy this one, innit?" said Charles, swaying on the spot. It was about as close to dancing as he could do when the tempo was this bloody wistful.
Edwin hummed, not looking up. His hands spidered effortlessly along the old wooden keys, picking out interesting little harmonies like it was nothing. He handled the notes like he was crafting a spell. "Mother used to play this one." His brow furrowed. "At least, I seem to recall..."
Charles leaned on a table, smiling at the back of Edwin's bowed head. He remembered the way Edwin's eyes had lit right up when they first spotted the old upright piano. How he'd watched Susie's hands on the keys with barely-disguised envy. He'd been eyeing up her spot on that piano stool since the moment he clapped eyes on it.
"The legend of Susie Shipton has long been a staple of this establishment, Charles," he'd said, all pretending to be casual, as he'd suggested what they ought to do with the first stormy night since solving the case. "It would be a pity to let it die out, don't you think? One must consider historical preservation..."
They'd been coming ever since, showing up with the thunder and lightning. It was one of Charles' favourite things to do. Dancing around, having a laugh. Or even just lounging against the bar, listening to Edwin's music pattering along with the rain on the rattly old glass windows.
Edwin lifted his head a little, tilting his ear back like he was listening for Charles. Then, his playing shifted, smoothly. Slow, meandering melodies gradually becoming faster, more repetitive. Sketching out a familiar riff...
Charles laughed, clapping his hands together. "I tried to discoooover!" he sang, cheerfully off-key.
"A little something to make me sweeter," Edwin joined in softly, throwing a smirk and a twinkle of his eye over his shoulder.
"Oh baby refrain! From breakin' my heeeeaaart!"
Edwin chuckled as he played, watching Charles dance around out the corner of his eye.
"Mate," Charles gushed, a bit breathless after belting out the chorus. "When'd you learn to play this one?"
"I'm quite good at picking things up by ear," said Edwin, smiling as he threw in a few little flourishes that weren't there on Charles' record. "And you've certainly listened to it in the office enough."
"It's brills," Charles grinned, sloping on over to drape an arm round Edwin's shoulders. "You're brills."
Edwin smiled, a lopsided flash of his teeth, and he played on - finding ways to work in some more of Charles' favourite eighties riffs into some sort of medley. When he meandered into The Cure, Charles, tongue in his cheek, tucked his face into Edwin's. Sang the words into his ear, quiet and personal.
"Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick, the one that makes me scream, she said..."
Edwin shivered, just a little, eyes dark as they flickered to him. "Charles," he said, sternly. "You're being very distracting."
Charles grinned. "God, I hope so." He stepped up close, fitting himself into the sliver of space between the piano and the stool, pressed as near to Edwin as he could manage. Fingers teasing the hair at the nape of his neck. "Show me how you do it, and I promise you, I promise that â"
"I'll run away with you," Edwin chorused, smiling eyes and smiling voice.
Charles felt fizzy on the inside, like someone had grabbed him by the heart and given it a shake. Sometimes Edwin just had to look at him, and all Charles could feel was bubbles. "Oh, oh I'll run away with you!"
Charles let him finish the first chorus without interruption. But before Edwin could sidle into the next verse â the proper sad one â Charles took his face in his hands and kissed him.
Edwin's hands came down in a clumsy thonk on the keys, before getting with the programme and getting all over Charles, instead. Well, not quite all over â so far, he was keeping them settled oh-so-politely on his waist.
Charles made to lean on the nearest thing â which just so happened to be the keyboard â but Edwin stopped him with a pointed clear of his throat at the first hint of discordant notes. Edwin reached around him, with both hands, and carefully lowered the wooden lid over the keys.
"You may proceed," he said primly.
Charles laughed, propped himself up on the piano lid, and got right back on the job of tempting Edwin into doing some very impolite things to him on it.
Give him a minute or two, he'd have Edwin forgetting his manners good and proper!
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whitney (design kinda mid but its alright ill deal with it)
#my art#dol#whitney the bully#will not lie while i was drawing this i was thinking about MY bully from elementary school (LMAO)#they do not look dissimilar. but thats unrelated and she wasnt that mean to me anyways i think we fought over classroom toys or something#we were good in middle school though#anyways what was i going to say#oh had to draw whitney full body a few times to be like. hey youre going to like this design. so thats where im at#looks better in cute style than my normal style though#ill have to figure that out somehow#also for the next few days probably no art because im going to do stuff and things :( sorry#but when im back hopefully ill be able to draw more but ill get as much done as i can 2 NITE#also THANK YOU so much for liking my OLD man drawing i posted previously#so glad everyone likes that design#when i was reading the tags i was like đđđđđđđ YAY!!!!!!!! yippee!!!!!!!!!!!! <- like that#im not very good at designing characters because i have terminal fanartist syndrome#but with how many hours ive spend on this game. ive dug up something out of my head that people like#so thats cool
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Renee and Charlie were talking about Strangerville when a woman came over and introduced herself as Sergeant Dar'leen Neilsen (by @bloomingkyras). They talked about the disappearances to her and Dar'leen gave some useful insight into both cases, particularly about her experience with Strangerville and its dangers.
Transcript & Bonus:
Just don't let the police know.
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Dar'leen: Excuse me, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation about Strangerville. I'm Sergeant Dar'leen Neilsen, but you can call me Dar'leen. You two sound really worriedâŠcan I be of any help? Renee: Oh Sergeant! I'm Renee and this is my cousin Charlie. We've got a difficult situation right now.
[The two explain everything. First about the the disappearance of Vincent then about Veronica's letter] Dar'leen: You're right. You should find out if he's with relatives, if not I would report him as missing immediately. Report him to San Myshuno investigation department, Detective Reichmann's team is best at handling it.
Charlie: Yeah we should tell my Dad about this. We're all really worried at this point. Dar'leen: Ah I see! You are his family, you two do look alike! I was at a conference with him earlier. Charlie: My Dad is really busy now isn't he? [Dar'leen nods her head while reading the letter]
Dar'leen: From reading your letter [sighs] Strangerville. It's not a good place. You see I am from Oasis Springs, the only town closest to Strangerville, a few hundred miles [thinking back]. So I was part of this case and we travelled close to Strangerville. The town had a surrounding border, with lots of military personnelâŠ
Dar'leen: They were strange people and all armed with weapons. By all means, they block anyone from entering, researchers, reporters, outsiders. Since no one is allowed in, there's not much information about Strangerville online, or from any outside sources. No photos, articles. It's all a secret really.
Dar'leen: Hmm and your friend here seems like she has business to take care of. I'd advise you to not get involved, Strangerville is too dangerous for everyone. No one really knows what's happening there. Renee: That's true. I'm just hoping it won't take too long and she'll come backâŠask her about it then.
[They take their minds off things for a bit. Dar'leen talks about her daughter and Britechester University] Renee: Actually I'm heading back to campus very soon! I could show you guys around! Dar'leen: Unfortunately I won't be able to make it, that would help her out a lot. Thank you Renee!
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?: [the other end of the line] Do you hear me? We cannot let the fucking police get involved in any of this! They'll find him and then-âŠarghhh! What's your plan now then eh? [adamantly] Just don't let the police know.
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Between Sonic and Tails, who do you think would end up confessing their feelings first?
Good question. Definitely depends upon the iteration and context, but for the most part (at least in my head) getting either of them to confess (and in some cases even ruminate on their feelings and admit to themselves the nature of them) is hard
Like, for example, I personally think that game!Sonic (and post sgw Archie Sonic and IDW Sonic) kind of take Tails' presence for granted in a way. To them, it will always be the two of them (Sonic and Tails). The ideal future is that they keep on hanging out and still fight side by side sometimes and that even if Sonic goes it alone he can always come back from his adventures to chill with Tails or crash at his place. In other words, in Sonic's fantasies of the future, things like getting married or raising families or anything like that are just kind of tacked on as something that will just kind of be true at best and ignored at worst. If he even considers a future where things are a bit different because Tails is togetherâą with someone, to him it's only natural that Tails would be in his life the same way and nothing would really change. And so to that end, even if Sonic DOES realize his own feelings, he probably wouldn't see any good reason to confess. It would make things more complicated, especially if Tails doesn't share those feelings, and he doesn't have to worry anyways because Tails will always prioritize the two of them and be at his side, right?
And then it's even worse for versions of Sonic more akin to, say, pre sgw Archie Sonic. This is because in addition to the already existing unwillingness to change things and the assumption that he doesn't ever have to worry about no longer being the center of Tails' world (or a major figure in it at least), there is some palpable internalized homophobia within that hedgehog with an added complexity. For Archie Sonic in particular, I think even if he realized that he wanted to even be with Tails forever in a strictly non brothers fashion, he would feel mixed feelings about that (perhaps that coming out about it would ruin things or make things weird, or that getting together with Tails at any point would deprive him of "normalcy", or that he'd pressured Tails into it, or even just weird or a bit creepy).
As for Tails, I actually think that most iterations of him have figured their feelings out by this point. In all honesty, there's only so long you can go on fixating on someone and admiring them, and structuring your life around them before you realize your "I want to be with them" isn't just about simply admiring them. It's just that Tails' main obstacle to me is the avoidance of ruining anything.
On one hand, there's Sonic's avoidance to being tied down. We've seen time and time again Sonic rejecting people who pursue him openly or looking uncomfortable with them. Archie Sonic in particular made it clear that this version of Sonic couldn't stand the idea of not being able to freely be himself or adventure. He couldn't stand the idea of having to tie himself down and taking on extra responsibilities and expectations simply because he's with someone. I can see Tails being afraid that by confessing, he could scare Sonic away. If he happened to confess and Sonic thought Tails meant to stifle him or Sonic felt uncomfortable by that open expression, wouldn't that risk their relationship? Even if Sonic wouldn't go so far as to drop him as a best friend (which he never would do that for the record), there's still real fear in making things weird or different between himself and Sonic.
And that feeds right into the other hand. On the other hand, Sonic probably doesn't see him that way, right? Though Sonic is special to him and Sonic also cares for him back, at best Sonic has never thought about it and never will, or he just wouldn't feel the same (in Tails' eyes). With Archie Tails in particular, even if Tails gets over his own interlized homophobia about it and recognizes his feelings for what they are, he probably feels that there's no way to be anything different than a brother to Sonic, and thus confessing would be a terrible move. If Tails confesses and Sonic doesn't feel the same, it also runs the risk of making things weird between them or (in Tails' eyes) ruining it.
All this to say that my general opinion is that as long as things stay exactly the way they are forever, even if they start spending even more time together, I find it hard to believe either of the two will opt into confessing on purpose
But, with that being said, a confession is not an impossibility. I don't think either of the two are immune to being put in a position where they finally confess (and no, with the state of things for them, simply saying "I love you" will not count as a confession). And if we barred situations where like. They're literally about to die or one can do anything they like without the other (or themselves) remembering the outcome, I actually can give you an answer
And honestly, if one of them had to confess eventually, I believe it would probably end up being Sonic.
Why? Well, out of the two, Tails actually sits back and thinks about his emotions more often than not. I think even before he figured out the exact nature of his feelings he knew he felt very strongly for Sonic. But, no matter which media you're touching upon, I feel as if Tails fits into that archetype of "person who has been in love with their best friend since literally forever, but knows their best friend will never feel the same". The longer Tails ruminates on these feelings, the stronger he feels them, the more he watches Sonic (especially as someone who cares about plenty of people other than him), the more time he spends with Sonic, the less incentivized he feels to actually confess. Especially if Sonic would never feel the same, the best Tails can hope for is that things stay the same between them and Sonic never replaces his role.
Or in short, Tails is so in his head about it at this point, it's very hard to convince him that confessing is ever a good idea or necessary.
But while Tails is more obviously attached to Sonic, Sonic is much less obviously attached to Tails and other people as a whole. With him being "free as the wind" and the kind of figure he is, he kind of benefits from having the persona of a guy who doesn't need his friends but (nevertheless) can be assisted by them. He probably seems cool for being so strong and independent while equally caring that people live. But this doesn't mean Sonic doesn't have attachments (far from it). Rather, for Sonic, his attachments to others seem to naturally grow. And the more time he spends with them, the more he grows used to their presence. And especially with someone like Tails, who has been around as his companion the longest, he doesn't sit around long enough to consider that Tails would ever leave his side. Once he grows used to that person, he doesn't have to recognize his attachment or even think about the nature of his own feelings because it is and always has been whatever it is. So, in other words, even if he becomes more and more reliant on the fact that Tails will always be around or that Tails will always assist him, he doesn't have to admit more than "This is what our best friendship is. This is what it's like"
All of this is to say that while my idea of present Tails would be trying to do anything in his power to stay with Sonic (as long as Sonic is willing of course), even if that means never confessing the exact nature of his feelings for the hedgehog, Sonic isn't already thinking about these things. This means that while Tails has very few pathways to confession, Sonic has plenty!...if you scare him well enough.
For example, Idw Sonic has been more clearly spending more time with Tails (even baseline just. Crashing at his place more often) after the metal virus arc. Couple this with post neo metal incident 2 electric boogaloo idw Sonic who just wants to have a break and live peacefully for a minute, this is a Sonic who has become scared enough to want to indulge in spending more time with Tails. I also think that post Sonic Prime Sonic is also a version of him who would start to spend more time with Tails than before after having already lost him and having to deal with the Tails shaped hole in his life once.
So, if you got a Sonic to the point where he'd fully accepted his feelings and he felt like confessing them would be necessary to secure the future he wants, then he'd confess. Honestly, the easiest way I'd see this going about would be a story where Tails is framed as leaving him to go do something or be somewhere else, away for Sonic, possibly indefinitely, or if Sonic actually has to spend enough time without Tails after initially telling himself his own feelings wouldn't matter so long as Tails is happy wherever he is. But, if it came down to confessing being something that might actually bring Sonic to his desired future (especially if Tails rejecting him is no different from prolonging the separation they already have if he says nothing), then I think he could work up the courage to do it.
And in the end...I think it has to be Sonic. Although I on occasion enjoy fantasizing about moments where Tails can't take it anymore and confesses, only for Sonic to realize his own feelings in the process, I think that Sonic would have to be the one who confesses his feelings/wishes for the future for Tails to even believe that his pipe dreams are a possibility. I think it's Sonic who would need to pull Tails out of his head, because the probability that Tails works up the courage to confess is more unlikely.
So...yeah. In my head, Sonic is driven to a point where he confesses and pulls Tails out of his head about it.
#sonic the hedgehog#tails the fox#miles tails prower#sontails#unbreakable bond#i just be ramblin#flashoneonetwo interview#long post#In all honesty#I think what's most likely for them (best case at least) is a kind of future where they're more domestic partners who also go on adventures#than anything#Or basically...things are kind of as they are now they've just been growing closer still?#And without intervention or conflict in the form of moving on or adding other people to the mix that may replace the other's standing in#their lives any wayâ I can honestly see them never truly confessing or recognizing their relationship for what it is#But then again perhaps if the stars aligned and they borderline had a married with kids relationship and Sonic started joking about them#being together only to realize the truthâą then maybe a confession is in order?#Yeah.#On the bright sideâ even if they never confessâ at least the two of them could be happy and also be happy and content being as they are as#best friends as long as they're by each other's sides and have each other's back forever#And with this as a possibilityâ even I would not be sad if there wasn't an outright confession#After all...who needs words when you're living your truest life without them?#Anywho#Thank you so much for the ask!#I must admit that I initially was gonna talk about different iterations of them and how a confession may goâ but in the end I ended up#explaining my sort of collective sontails thoughts/the general interpretations I have of them#While it is my interpretation/opinion at the end of the day though it does touch my heart that you'd want to knowđđ#If you do end up having any other questions pertaining to these two and my opinions/readings or anything elseâ do always feel free to shoot#me another ask!!đ
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Lavender Fields-Chapter 1: Different
Summary: you give an insight into your daily life within the lab, a place you've never left after being brought here by humans. life is mundane and repetitive, that is until you meet Hyunjin, your new lab technician.
Pairing: Hyunjin x humanoid!gn!reader
Genre: sci fi au, romance, au, angst, fluff, eventual smut
Word Count: 3.4k
Warning: verbal and brief physical abuse
Notes: welcome to the Lavender Fields series! I am pumped to release this series and embark on this journey with y'all :) I hope you enjoy the first chapter and as always, let me know what you think!
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Series Summary: you, a humanoid from a different planet, was born within a lab here on earth in the near future, your days filled with servitude and testing within the labs to learn more about your kind as your kind are not able to feel emotion. you had nothing to look forward to until you met Hyunjin, a technician assigned to you. you learn much at his hands and invaluable lessons, enlightening your once purposeless life.
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âTime to wake up!â
You open your eyes at the shrill sound of the cheery voice that is speaking over the loudspeaker signaling the start of another day. You sit up, and blink, clearing the sleep from your eyes before swinging your legs out of bed to get up.
The minimalist room is cold, the chill brushing against your skin in the early hours of the morning. You donât mind, however, as you are made to withstand the cold.
You walk to the door and open it, merging into the crowd of people hurrying down the corridor. You follow the queue, all of you on your way to the the morning room, a place where you prepare for the day. It is quiet, no one around you utters a word, casting an almost eerie silence, with only the pitter patter of bare feet on the floor.
Once at your destination, a lady dressed in blue guides you to a stall, your daily outfit hanging from the partition that blocks off a changing area so you can dress in privacy.
There's a small mirror plastered on the wall, tiny cracks scattered throughout from years of age, but still usable nonetheless. You look at your reflection, your face puffy from sleep and eyes bloodshot. You tossed and turned last night as you kept being awakened by vivid images flashing across your mind leaving you in a panic.
You eyes travel down to the small engraving on the side of your neck that has been there since birth. It blends in perfectly with your skin, the intricate swirls almost looking like a tattoo.
Sighing, you grab the white garment from its hanger and slide it over your head, the scratchy material rubbing against your skin, the feeling almost akin to sandpaper. You donât mind however, as you canât tell since youâre not programmed to feel unlike most humans.
Once dressed, the lady fixes your hair, brushing the long strands that travel down your back and land at your tailbone. She ushers you out of the stall once done, ordering you to follow the others in line to your assigned work room.
You arrive in minutes, your desk set up with your task for the day. Today looks like youâre organizing testing supplies as thereâs a haphazard pile of tubes, wires, and other things in the center of the desks.
Sitting down, you begin your work, keeping your eyes on your materials that are in front of you. Itâs silent in the room as no one says a peep.
Watchers pace the rows with their hands behind their backs, their eyes trained on you and your peers, ensuring the job gets done appropriately.
If you mess up a task, they scold you but it makes no difference. You do not understand the meaning behind the words, not understanding why they scrunch their face up in a scowl, spitting words in your face as to what you did wrong and how useless you are.
The morning passes and you work until your stomach growls, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet room. You immediately put down your supplies as thereâs the ring of a bell over the intercom, signaling itâs time to make your way to the lab.
You only get food after morning work and going to the lab, the humans claiming itâs a treat, a present for being obedient. Thatâs why you obeyed, completed your work, and let them experiment on you without complaints.
So is the life here within Biofuture labs.
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You are y/n, from the planet Gevora, which is light years away from planet earth in which you now reside. You resemble the humans here on earth, the only difference being you are emotionless, as they were not needed on your home planet.
Your only home that youâve ever known is Biofuture labs, a name youâve seen many times on the doors you pass on a daily basis. You were born here, within the confines of this building, and taken away from your mother at age five, where you were put with the other children from your planet.
You donât remember much about your mother, but then again you donât remember much of anything of your past. Only that you are 25 years old and you have the number 032518 inscribed on your arm.
Your days are busy and long here within the lab, the technicians making sure no one is idle. Mornings are spent completing your assigned task, similar to a job, a concept you know of because of a description you read in a book.
Mid to late mornings are spent in the lab, your assigned lab technician running different tests on you, jotting down responses and results.
Youâre not sure what theyâre testing for, but youâve noticed they take special interest in you for some reason, as they run extra tests on you, whispering to each other while staring at you all the while.
Today was no different. An orderly leads you to lab five, the typical space you spent every day in for testing. You walk into the empty space, your eyes roaming the area to take in your surroundings.
The walls are a ghostly white and thereâs a table with two chairs in the center of the room. Thereâs nothing else present except for a window on the wall next to the door. However, every time you try to look through it, you only see your reflection.
You walk towards one of the chairs, pull it out, and sit down, placing your hands in your lap. You look at the man across from you and wait for the session to begin.
Your lab techâs name is Raoul. Heâs bald with piercing black eyes that are unsettling to you, the feeling unknown but just doesnât sit right. He never smiles at you and sometimes he'll scream.
When these events occur, you stare back at him as something bubbles up inside you. Itâs a gnawing feeling deep in your gut, that sometimes spreads to other parts of your body. If it goes on long enough, you start to see spots and break out into a sweat, all while your hands start to tremble.
Youâre not sure what is happening when that occurs and no one takes the time to explain...not that you ask. One time you discussed the sensation with one of your peers during a free period, away from the prying ears of the technicians. However, after explaining what occurred, they didnât know what was happening either, as theyâve never felt that way.
You stared into this manâs eyes, hoping that it would be a good session, and not one where he screams as you really donât want to feel that way again.
âY/n, are you ready for todayâs session?â Raoul asked as he pulls out a stack of cards.
âYes,â you respond, your gaze flickering down to the cards in his hands.
You watch as he pulls out the first card and holds it up to you. You realize itâs the same test that youâve completed this whole week, the same cards, the same images. You donât understand why they keep making you repeat the test. Are you doing something wrong?
âWhat do you see here y/n?â
You gaze at the image, your eyes roaming the card. You tilt your head to look at it a different angle, trying to get a good grasp of the concept.
Itâs a mess of a picture, the picture not clear cut, but if you look at it long enough you can start to make out wings of a maybe anâŠinsect or a bird? You think a moment more before nodding your head, agreeing on your answer.
âA butterfly,â you say plainly, your eyes settling on Raoul again.
He doesnât respond to your answer, but instead places the card aside just to pick up the next one.
âAnd here?â
Once more, you stare at the picture, the image strange. This picture has red on the top and bottom of the black image. You remember the feeling you had whenever Raoul screams at you, hurling names that are not yours and sound insulting. This picture reminds you of that in a way, but you canât put a name to it.
Taking a breath, you respond, âbear with blood on its head and feet.â
You watch Raoulâs eyebrows raise briefly and within a second itâs gone, his face devoid of any reaction. Did you answer wrong? Why is he looking at you like that? Your eyes follow as he puts the card down and picks up another.
And so it goes, card after card as time passes. Your responses are simple, âtwo people, animal skin, another butterfly, another animal skin, a face.â
At the last three cards, you sit up straighter and your eyes get bigger as something warm flows through you. This is the same reaction you had the previous days of the week. Raoul watches your every move, ensuring he doesnât miss your reaction.
âA tiger, a person, a crab,â you respond in succession.
You let out a breath as he sets the last card down, the test seeming to be over. Raoul leans forward and stares at you with narrowed eyes. You donât move but stare back, waiting on the next test.
âYou are nothing, you know that?â Raoul says, spittle flying from his mouth.
You cock your head, unsure of what he meant. He lets out a loud laugh at your reaction, his hands coming down to slap the table. You jolt in your seat at the sound, your eyes wide as the hairs stick up on your arms, and little bumps form. You feel your heart beat faster, the thump thump pounding against your skin.
Despite this, you continue to stare at him, watching as he turns red in the face from laughing.
âYou donât even know what youâre feeling! I knew it was too good to be true!â
What you are feeling? What does he mean by the word âfeeling?â You watch as Raoul gets up and walks your way, stopping right next to you. He grabs your hair and forces you to look up at him.
You comply without protest, your hands still in your lap.
âYou. Are. Nothing.â
He releases your hair with a shove, your hands reaching out for the table to catch yourself from falling. You blink once, twice before an orderly is next to you, ordering you to get up and follow them out of the room. It seems todayâs testing is over.
âDinner will be in a few hours. You will wait in your room until said time,â the orderly saids, glancing at you in her periphery.
You nod and continue to follow her all the way to your room. She unlocks the door and lets you in, closing and locking it once you cross the threshold. You glance at the door before glancing at your room, taking in the few belongings you have.
Your bed sits in the corner, a simple blue blanket placed neatly on top, your pillow fluffed and ready for nighttime. Next to your bed is a pile of an assortment of books that you have acquired over the years. You often sit curled up in the corner reading, filling your head with other worlds and what is in them.
However, your most prized possession is the mural on the wall across from your bed that you have been working on. In different vibrant shades of purple, you have painted lavender flowers. The wall is covered in delicate strokes of the purple stems, accompanied by the brown stalk that anchors it to the ground.
You discovered the flower in one of your books, your eyes lighting up at the picture. You remember touching the page with your fingertips, lightly brushing over the image as you stared at the beautiful colors. After that moment, you worked extra hard to earn favor with some of the orderlies so you could acquire paints.
You were going to recreate the scene so you could go to the place with the flowers, the pretty lavender flowers. That was years ago. The wall was halfway painted in the beauties, causing you to feel warm inside.
Walking further inside, you grabbed your paints and paintbrush and kneeled down to paint, your mind drifting in the mundane task that you have grown accustomed to. Your eyes wandered over the wet paint, as you paid attention to the tiniest detail, wanting to get the picture just right.
Time passed and you painted, lost in the world of lavender, that you didnât hear the bell outside your door signaling dinner. You jumped when you heard the door open, dropping your paintbrush in the process, the bristles brushing against the hem of your dress, staining it in purple.
âDinner time, get up,â the orderly said, crossing her arms when she noticed you werenât ready.
You had no time to put your supplies away so you gently set them down and got up, your knees cracking with the sudden movement. You followed the lady to a hall, and sat down next to one of your peers. Dinner was served and everyone ate in relative silence as there was not much to say when everyone did the same thing day in and day out.
The rest of the afternoon passed with no significance. Settling into bed, you pulled the blanket up to your chin. Yawning, you turned your head to gaze at the mural, your mind drifting to how it would be escape to the field, to smell their scent, and touch their delicate petals.
With these thoughts you drifted off, another day come and gone of your life here within the lab. â â Days passed, which turned into weeks. You were subjected to the same tests again and again. You were yelled at and chastised over and over, the same phrase repeated on a daily basis.
âYou are nothing.â
You sat there as you were tossed around, your hair disheveled, your arms pinched, your face spit on as Raoul ran his tests day in and day out. You felt that weird sensation as before, but a new one had started to develop.
On a particular day, you endured the typical testing, but when Raoul repeated the same phrase to you, you felt a pang in your heart, and your eyes clouded over causing your vision to be blurry.
You had no idea what was going on and tried to blink, jumping in your seat as you felt tears fall from your eyes. Raoul stared at you in disbelief. He screamed that you were faking it, that you had no inkling as to what you were feeling.
Feeling. Feeling. Feeling.
You are nothing.
You continued to stare straight ahead as he screamed in your ear, chastising you for things you did not understand. Your hands were trembling, your heart beating rapidly until you heard a loud bang on the window.
Raoul stopped, and straightened up, narrowing his eyes once more at you before exiting the room. You let out a breath, your body sinking in the chair you were sitting on. It was over, or so you would hope.
â â Hyunjin watched as the director banged on the glass of lab five, the vibration causing the glass to rattle. He glared at Raoul as he watched the man release you and walk to the door.
In his four years of working here, heâs never experienced a technician as brutal as Raoul, and it was unfortunate he was assigned to you.
You. The anomaly.
You were different than your peers. Typically your kind does not experience emotions, do not even know what they are. However, you showed promise as a little girl, being subjected to testing from a young age.
His father remembers you and was in awe, watching as you were taken from your mother at the ripe age of five and brought to the room with the other children. You hesitated and held on tighter to your motherâs hand, fear etched in your eyes at the strange people coming to take you away.
His father went on to say it took you a while to adjust, your days spent separated from the other children, as you didnât want to interact with them. Of course overtime, you forgot your mother, and fell right into the routine of living here in the lab.
You excelled on your testing, the technicians surprised at how your grasped emotional concepts the others have not. You were the only one in the hundreds of Gevorians that lived here that had an inkling of similarity to human kind.
Over the last six months, that uniqueness showed as you had interesting results after taking the Rorschach test over and over. It seemed you could learn to encompass the emotional capacity the others lacked.
Hyunjin took notice and became interested in your progress, wanting to know more about you. He looked through your files, all the way from childhood to adolescence, studied your results and the potential you had to make it in the human world, which is ultimately the labs goal.
He took to watching your sessions, notebook in hand to take notes. Imagine his horror when he saw Raoul abusing you, berating you for not being able to feel. Hyunjinâs heart broke for you in your predicament as heâs sure you were confused, not being able to understand the emotions that were going through you during the sessions.
Eventually, he had had enough as he saw you crying one day as Raoul spat in your face and called you nothing once more. He marched to the directorâs office then and there and demanded Raoul be taken off the case and that he be assigned to you instead.
At first the director was hesitant, not sure if he would be able to handle you, but after many reassurances, he was granted the request.
Hyunjin went so far as to ask to have your sessions in different places throughout the building, to see if itâll help in your journey. He was very persuasive, promising positive outcomes, which was risky, but a risk he was willing to take. He remembered silently cheering when the director granted him that power.
Now, here he was with several other technicians and the director himself, all staring down at Raoul.
âAs of today Raoul, you are no longer y/nâs technician. Hyunjin will take over their sessions,â the director said in a commanding tone, his hands placed behind his back challenging any defiance.
âWhat the fuck! Iâm making progress! Canât you see that!â Raoul screamed.
Hyunjin shook his head in disdain, âHow? By abusing y/n? Berating them? How is that going to help you son of a bitch?â
âHyunjin!â The director said, shock in his eyes. He turned to look back at Raoul, âyou are not their technician any longer. Thatâs final.â
The director turned around and marched out, the other technicians filing behind him. Raoul turned toward Hyunjin furious.
âYou think you can handle y/n? Good luck, you wonât make a dent. Donât come crying to me when the director fires you because you failed in your task.â
Hyunjin wiped the spit from his face and watched Raoul storm away.
He was definitely up for the task, wanting to make sure you could have a fulfilling life. One that was better than the one you lived within these walls.
He turned to stare at you through the two way mirror, watching how you stared straight ahead, waiting for someone to get you. However, he looked closer, and noticed your face was wet, as tears streamed down your face.
You didnât wipe them, but let them fall down your cheeks, onto your clothes as you most likely had no clue what you were feeling.
He watched as an orderly came to retrieve you, watching as you walked past him, not even giving him a second glance.
He would be successful if itâs the last thing he does. He canât let a promising, talented person like you rot here within the lab. He will mold you, teach you, and take you under his wing.
And once Hyunjin sets a goal, he follows it through.
He canât wait for your first session together.
He canât wait to meet you.
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The Dragon Prince Post-6x09/Early S7 Speculative fic WIP
I know todayâs not a designated WIP-posting day but I still felt like posting this here since Iâm proud of what I have so far and thought that this might motivate me to finish it đ€đœ Iâve made so many changes to it, esp after getting the few screenshots until I got to this point, so here it is đ
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After observing the immense smoke that came from the direction of Katolis for some time, Callum finally walked over to Rayla and pulled her aside.
âIâm going to need to fly over to the castle and see whatâs going on. I need to check on Ezran and everyone,â
âCallum, I should come with you. We donât know what dangers there could-â
âRunaan needs you,â Callum interrupted her, placing one hand on her waist and the other on her cheek. âHe just got out of the coin and heâs going to need you to help him readjust,â
Rayla looked worriedly into his eyes, then nodded reluctantly. Callum pulled Rayla closer to him to kiss her deeply, with Rayla wrapping her arms tightly around him.
When they finally pulled away, Callum smiled at her and pushed her hair behind her ear. âTake care of Runaan and meet me at the Banther Lodge, ok?â he promised her then gave her another quick kiss before parting from her. He turned to face the direction of the castle and raised both of his arms in front of him. âManus. Pluma. Volantus.â He calmly incanted.
Runaan, who stood a distance behind them, watched in awe as the young humanâs rune-glowing arms transformed into large, feathery wings. Callum looked towards Rayla one last time, smiled and nodded at her before he finally took off. Rayla looked up at him smiling anxiously, then felt a hand on her shoulder.
âHeâs a strong one, this Callum,â She heard Runaan tell her. Her eyes still not wavering off of Callum, her smile shifted into a proud one. âYeah, he is,â she replied calmly.
#thanks for reading đâ€ïž#now to complete this fic đźâđš#fanfic wip#tdp callum#callum tdp#tdp rayla#rayla tdp#tdp runaan#runaan tdp#rayllum#tdp rayllum#tdp fanfic#the dragon prince fanfic#the dragon prince#tdp#the dragon prince: mystery of aaravos#tdp speculation#tdp s7#tdp s7 speculation#tdp season 7#the dragon prince season 7#the dragon prince speculation#tdp 6x09 spoilers#my fic#mine#giveusthesaga#give us the saga#continuethesaga#continue the saga
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Just got these comics today! đ Canât wait to read them! Especially with the new Wolverine since it has some cute Nightcrawler content in it. Thank you to everyone posting their comics and giving their thoughts about them! It gave me the motivation to go out and get some for myself. Thank you to everyone for your kind and supportive words!
#Thank you everyone for your support!#canât wait to read these! đ#xmen#x men#x men comics#xmen comics#uncanny xmen#wolverine#logan howlett#rogue#jubilee#gambit#remy lebeau#nightcrawler#kurt wagner
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Now we need the MP of every MP pinned. But fr thank you for this!! It give us richonners life.
Thank you! đđ Making this the pinned MP of every MP đđœ
Richonne in Retrospect (S3 - S6)
Reveling in Richonne (S3 - S7)
Reveling in Richonne (S8-S11)
Richonne Top 30
Reveling in Richonne (TOWL S1)
#richonne#richonne family#thanks for reading! âĄ#michonne grimes#rick grimes#rick x michonne#there's also more posts under the 'reflecting on richonne' tag đ#reflecting on richonne#reveling in richonne#richonne in retrospect#richonne top 30
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I saw the Genderbend TaigaRomeo again because I love it so much,,,,
Now I am in your inbox asking to share your thoughts on the genderbend TaigaRomeo agenda đ„ș
hi there!! you're really too kind!!! thank you for loving those silly girls, it makes me super happy đđ©·đ«¶ i will gladly share some of my thoughts about them, i'd call it my hcs and even a small theory of their circumstances at the end...? but anyone reading this i just want to warn you it may sound a bit ooc (+ a bit suggestive), i'm not good with such things that's why i rather stick to making doodles... but i did my best to share a bit of whatever is on my mind when thinking about them so please enjoy ^^;;;đ©·
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i like to think that romeo can be pretty affectionate when she wants to but decides not to unless taiga is unaware or completely knocked out. like when she finds taiga sleeping peacefully, her hands will always brush the other's hair in a gentle manner, mumbling about how terrible taiga is at taking care of it.
and we know that taiga is a messy eater, the blood of anomalies not only splattering on her face but also sticking together her hair and everything else. she doesn't care, at least not as much as romeo does, romeo who forcefully drags taiga to the bath to clean the girl up. and romeo will nag because she despises mess and nasty blood but there's something more to it. when she watch taiga undress, willing to sully her own hands with filth, fingertips lingering on the other's cheek and lips a bit too long to say it's a casual thing between them.
on the more nsfw side, i think they do it. yeah, they totally do it but it is never initiated by romeo. or more like, romeo has a lot of unspoken demands and taiga doesn't even need her luck to guess them right everytime, setting things in motion herself. she knows romeo's rules about foreplay, she knows the other likes to be treated like the most mighty one in this world and for taiga, she really is. that is why romeo cannot deny her a little indulgence here and there, especially when that kind of pleasure is a great stress reliever and god, bth is stressing her out everyday so she better work hard to pay it off now. when in good mood, romeo will even humour taiga by going along with the redhead's kinky ideas, be it bondage or anything else she might want to do this time.
"this is absurd." scoffs romeo while her hands are tied with the silky ribbon, color chosen to match her eyes. but taiga says nothing in return, hungry glint in green irises as she slowly lowers herself to have a little fun.
but in the end, their relation is still as turbulent as it appears at the first glance. it's not like romeo truly resents taiga or anything, no. but taiga changed after coming to darkwick, she doesn't understand why. whenever romeo gets in dire situation, she finds herself wishing for things to go back to the way it used to be before, when taiga was more reliable, when the future wasn't so scary because they got each other. but better than anyone she knows that life only goes forward, she has to think about the present and whether taiga choose to follow her or not is up to the other.
on the other hand, taiga basically lives in her head, not able to let it go. she knows what will happen in the future and it's too much to handle on her own but it's not like she wants to bother romeo. she will be happier unaware of the fate awaiting them... yet she's losing her mind slowly because of it. romeo's happiness is the only thing she wishes for, the only thing that keeps her somewhat sane in the this sickening world. that's why she will always do her best to defend romeo behind the scene. even if it costs her sanity to do so.
it's a bittersweet relationship in which they know they are bonded for life so there's no need to say it out loud but the more they try to protect each other, the further it drifts them away.
#i love reading other's people ideas but when creating my own my brain is fried#but i hope you liked it!! đ#doomed taigaromeo yuri is one of my fav#i had fun writing this nevertheless so thank you for asking about my opinion đ©·đ#tokyo debunker#tkdb#taiga x romeo#tkdb genderbend
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