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whxre-bxby · 1 day ago
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Player 001 (Young-il) x Reader
"Poor Little Y/N..."
My attraction to older men fuels the creativity within me to write
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Oneshot - angst, death, blood, silent attraction, romantic feelings Masterlist
When Gi-hun decides to rebel against the guards and marches out of the player's room with his small army, you join them. Innocent, caring little Y/N, who's never held a gun in her life nor seen one before she ended up in these games, bravely sucks up her fear of dying and breaks the rules by exiting with the armed players. Among those are Young-il and other people you trust now.
You go because your fear of losing them and watching not a single one of them return is far worse than your instinctive fear of death.
Lovely, selfless Y/N who holds in her tears and forces her trembling hands to calm down while aiming her weapon at guards and pulling the trigger.
After leaving the stairs on which your group has been ambushed, you make it to a corridor when Gi-hun and Jung-bae leave you behind to advance further into this hellhole of a place.
You don't like splitting up but you can't stop them, so you stay with the group, continuing to help them through the gunfight. But then Young-il shouts that he is going after them and needs two people. Young-il, who's been a trusted member since you all met him after the first game. The man who pulled you into a room with him when the voice announced the number 2 during Round-And-Round, saving you without hesitation.
The man who insisted you take his pillow to hug at night because you couldn't fall asleep without the comfort of clutching something against you. Even though you kindly rejected his offer, he didn't take no for an answer and didn't leave the side of your bed until he was sure you accepted his gift and were as comfortable as you could be in this place.
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So of course, you volunteer to go with him, as do two other men. He glances at them before his gaze rests on you a little too long, and you can see the gears of thought turning in his head. His expression isn't so stern and tense anymore and you watch his eyes soften as his head slowly leans back against the wall.
"No...not you, Y/N..." he says, his voice no longer loud, before waving the two men over to him and leaving with them. His words stung you deeply. You didn't understand why he said that to you. Oh, only if you knew he was going to betray the two good players he brought with him...
Brave and dedicated Y/N, who feels it's been to long since she's heard from either Gi-hun's team or Young-il's, so she runs after them, towards the control room. The sound of distant gunshots has your kind little heart racing with adrenaline. The urge to help and protect being stronger than your will to live.
What life would it be if you knew you could have helped, but didn't? What if they all died while you would cowardly wait and hide. You would be tortured by those thoughts forever.
Fast but scared Y/N, who sprints through the cold-coloured hallways and up levels of stairs, past dead guards and over puddles of blood because as long as you haven't found your friends' dead bodies, you have a reason to live and fight on.
Close gunshots no longer scare you. It could be your team firing them. But then you reach the first proper obstacle. The two players who went with Young-il were dead and their bodies pierced by bullets. The sight startles you, but you've seen this before. As long as it's not one of the other three, you can live with it. You have to. So you continue up the stairs, desperately wanting to find someone you know for your comfort and safety.
Shocked yet relieved Y/N who finds Young-il on the other side of the stairs, gun in hand but body slumped on the ground and tracksuit splattered with blood.
Such a good heart you have... immediately running to his side and checking up on him. He seems to be fine, though you can't be sure until you know where he's been hurt.
Silly you, that blood isn't his.
You don't even pay attention to the confused and unexpected look in his eyes. Oh, he did not expect anyone to find him now. He wasn't sure what to say or how to act anymore. Young-il thought his time of pretending to be Player 001 had come to an end. But he had to keep up the act in front of you right? Right?
He couldn't. It all happened so fast, he could just sit back and watch you hug him before you search for a wound to explain the bloodstains. Your face painted in great worry and distress. Your commitment to improving his wellbeing astounded him.
But the dream-like moment didn't last long and was canonically interrupted when footsteps were heard rushing down the other flight of stairs, towards the two of you.
Young-il had no reason to fear them. But you, who at this point were frightened by the very sight of them, made the alarm in your head start ringing. You abruptly turned around, facing them instead of the face you found great comfort in.
Young-il, who suddenly felt his heart drop deep into his gut when he realised the danger you could be in now.
Brave but teary-eyed Y/N, who sits on her heels in front of her friend, attempting to shield him while shouting at them to stop.
Young-il, who panics, wanting to move you behind him while attempting to wave the guards away, or at least not to open fire. But then it happens. The sound of a gunshot echoes through the cold walls and before either of you can process anything, the impact the bullet caused, had your body falling back. You land next to him, head supported against the wall and lock eyes with Young-il. A look of wide-eyed shock takes over his expression and he can only watch the consequences of his actions unfold before him.
Your trembling arms reach out for him, but not for help. You're still trying to save him, but your attempts are weak. Another harsh bang rings in both your ears and that does it. As the second bullet buries itself deep in your flesh, having pierced through vital organs, the light in your eyes vanishes and your body goes limp next to him.
Young-il can't move. You, the only person who's shown this kind of care for him in years, are now dead because of him and his actions. He made you trust him and now he had to watch you pay the price for his mistake. He should have never shown you any attention.
Poor little Y/N... your pretty body has failed you. But it was your heart that killed you.
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Yes, I know. Tragic. Sorry. I'm sure you'll survive in other fics.
It's past midnight but fuck it I'm posting it.
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alittlespacepwincess · 2 days ago
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A SFW version:
Michael had been struggling to find his way after college. He’d returned home, feeling lost and unsure of what to do next. His mum, always attentive and caring, noticed how much he was struggling and decided to take a hands-on approach to help him rebuild his confidence and sense of self.
She suggested a fresh start—one that embraced creativity, softness, and a nurturing routine. “Maybe it’s time to explore new sides of yourself,” she said with a warm smile. “You’ve always been so sensitive and kind; let’s find ways to celebrate that.”
Michael’s mum helped him transform his wardrobe, introducing soft pastel colours, flowing fabrics, and more delicate styles that reflected a sense of gentleness. At first, Michael felt uncertain, but with his mum’s encouragement, he found himself enjoying the change. She always reminded him, “It’s about finding what makes you feel comfortable and happy, not about anyone else’s expectations.”
To help him feel more confident, his mum also set up a daily routine for him. She lovingly guided him in tasks that emphasised self-care, organisation, and embracing his softer side. She encouraged him to express himself in ways that felt true to him, whether through hobbies like drawing, journaling, or even crafting. It was about rediscovering joy and embracing who he was.
Michael’s two cats, Frisky and Garfield, became his constant companions through this journey. They’d curl up with him as he worked on his hobbies or playfully swat at the ribbons and fabrics his mum had picked out for his projects. Their presence made everything feel a little lighter and more fun.
Before long, Michael began to notice how much more at peace he felt. His mum’s encouragement to embrace his unique personality and her loving care gave him the foundation he needed to start seeing his future in a new light. Feminisation wasn’t about losing who he was; it was about exploring the softer, nurturing side of himself that had always been there.
With his mum’s guidance and the unconditional love of his cats, Michael found himself thriving. He discovered that it was okay to redefine himself on his own terms, surrounded by people and things that truly brought him comfort and joy.
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mimipolo · 10 hours ago
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nam-gyu hate fuck? Maybe hes pissed at you because you almost knocked him over in red light green light, and then had the audacity to click x at the vote. So when the lights go out he follows you to the bathroom?
Nam-gyu X reader
(nsfw)
I'll be honest I had no idea what I was doing at first but I swear I had an awakening half way through.
You'd pissed him all the way off now. He could put up with your teasing eyes and the way you managed to still look hot in a crappy tracksuit, even when you had the audacity to nearly knock him off the finish line in the first game . But why would you choose "o"??
His eyes glared daggers into your back as he watched you press "x" confidently as if you'd get away with it.
He'd make sure that wasn't the case.
Votings over and it's ended in a tie, everyone's tense and trying to convince the other to join their side. Amidst all this you slip away to go to the bathroom, he leaves the crowd slowly to follow suit.
You were just shaking off your wet hands when he swings open the bathroom door and casually walks in. He has his hands stuffed in his pockets and wearing an expression that just looks like he's plotting something. Why the hell is he in the woman's bathroom??
Immediately you recognised him as the guy always with Thanos, always just a step behind him ,but just as cunning. The only interaction you had was when his friend had made the odd attempt of hitting on you. But right now, he was nowhere to be seen.
"You went and chose "x" huh?"
You remain quiet, eyes darting around the bathroom as you back away from him but he grasps your arm suddenly making your heart jump.
"You're gonna ignore me now? You gotta mouth, speak."
"What's it matter to you what I chose."
You say through gritted teeth, nervous to speak up to him but also refusing to let him push you around. Your expression sours as he begins to grin wide, like he's pleased with your response and it'd justify what he's about to do.
"Vote "o" next round." He says harshly as he tugs you closer, his body close to yours. He only chuckles when you try to step away, grabbing your other arm to keep you near.
"That a no?" He's tilting his head down towards you, it's almost like he was hoping you'd go against him, you could hear his heartbeat as he eyed you over lustfully.
Unfortunately you had missed the arousal in his hate filled gaze as you spit back a "Hell no", you're being pulled into a bathroom stall before you could even think.
"How bout I convince you to choose "o" yeah? I'm pretty good." His words are smug as he has your back to the colourful stall wall, his hands already fumbling to unzip your tracksuit, kissing loudly at the skin of your neck. The whole situation had your hairs standing up on end, an alarming sense of arousal coursing through you.
A sharp bite to the curve of your shoulder has you flinching, a pained gasp escaping your lips as he looks up at you sadistically.
"I bite though, hard. But you'd probably like that, not even sayin' a thing."
"You asshole..."
You're left shocked by his lust coated words, your hands finally moving to grip his own tracksuit in an attempt to get him off but he's unfazed. Sucking and biting into your flesh as his hands reach down to rest on your hips, one sliding down the waistband of your sweats and into your pants.
You jolt violently at the intrusion, eyes widening in shock as you feel your resolve start to crumble. Your hands tightening around his clothes rather than pushing him away, craning your hips forward when cold ringed fingers press against those bundle of nerves. Shivering softly at the sensation, he just laughs at you, pulling down your tracksuit more for better access.
He didn't lie when he said he was good, each swerve of his fingers had you twitching against him, desperate for him to slip just one inside.
"You're wet from just this? Almost making me feel bad... but you've been the one teasing me this whole time."
"You're fucking crazy-" you manage to barely get out between gasps.
His tone still comes off as arrogant but you can hear him becoming breathless from just watching you crumble under his fingers. Two thick digits pushed inside you. Immediately taking him like you'd been hoping.
"Didn't even hav'ta push that much, you been fucking in this shitty place?"
The accusations make you whine softly as you squeeze around him, it's not true but something about the way he says it has you hooked. He was such an asshole, a sleeze and a junkie but you couldn't defend how you were murmuring against his chest for more.
"More? I knew you were just playing hard to get..."
What you didn't expect was for him to flip you on your back, hands roaming up your body to squeeze at the soft flesh as he presses his evident hard on against the curve of your ass.
"You'll never think of leaving after this." He hisses against the shell of your ear stripping himself down to line himself up against you. Before you could argue with him, even lie and say you'd vote "o" this time he's already inching himself inside you, a sharp jolt shooting through your senses. He's huffing and moaning when he bottoms out, not wasting a moment as he's already moving, making sure you take all of him as he pulls your hips back.
He's surprisingly slow, almost affectionately so. But his words are vulgar and degrading, his hands harshly grabbing anywhere they wished. Your arms are braced against the walls and your eyes squeezed shut with ecstasy as he softly reshapes you. It was like he was making sure you knew and remembered what he was doing to you.
You're honestly convinced he's louder than you, your voices filling the air as you take him. Eventually he gets desperate, his thrusts becoming sloppier and faster and his dirty words only getting whinier "such a slut", "just keep taking it."
Your stomach drops when you hear the bathroom door open, he's quick to silence you. Placing a firm hand over your mouth as his other hand reaches between your legs again to press roughly against your sensitive bud. He's biting his own lip to keep quiet as his hips shudder and he spills everything he's got in you, painting your walls thickly with his cum. He's murmuring and panting against your shoulder about how good you took him before slipping out of you.
He snickers quietly watching you almost fold when he releases his hold on you, pulling up your pants and sweats and sitting you down on the toilet seat.
"I trust you know what to vote, I'll come remind ya if you forget." He whispers as leans down to grin dazily at you, his eyes scanning your fucked out expression. Clearly happy with his work he kisses your cheek deceptively sweetly, before leaving the stall. You hear him wash his hands and whistle softly as he walks away, the creak of the bathroom door signalling his exit.
What the hell was that about...
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wakasaswifee · 17 hours ago
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S.NAGI | 18+
Size kink, aged up, not proofread
Ik nagi's colour isnt pink but tumblr doesnt have white :(
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Can't stop thinking about a pissed off nagi who would use his much larger body to keep you where he wants.
Seishiro nagi doesn't say much but one thing he loves is having you around, whether you're talking or not. He loves having you near him, keeping his eye on you.
Imagine nagi pinning you down on the bed while you squirm and wiggle beneath him, trying to get free from his punishing hold. He wasn't trying to hurt you but being so much bigger than you and being more physically stronger gave him an advantage over you.
Nagi didn't like how you ran off while he was gaming. He needed your attention, he liked when your eyes were on him and only him. But when you left him all alone to go lay down in your room, he didn't like that and that's how you ended up here.
He had your wrists pinned down on the bed, a chilling expression on his usually bored face.
"Why'd you leave? You think I'm boring, huh?"
"No! Sei.. I told you, I was tired"
"You could've told me and we could've went to bed together"
"Seis-"
Your words were cut short when he bit down on your neck. Rubbing his erection over your panties.
"You're making a mess, look how wet you are."
Rubbing circles over your covered clit, he can't help but keep his eyes on your face as it twists in pleasure.
"But sei.. it's.. its cause of you"
"Liar"
He wouldn't reason with you, ever. If he said something is something then no one will change his mind. His cock was leaking, dripping pre cum all over your panties. Pushing his tip against your covered hole.
You couldn't even fight him off, he's so much bigger, has so much power over you.
His cock looks so big over your tiny cunt. He was already advantageous of having it be larger than average and thicker.
"Mm.. I can feel you throbbing"
"Sei please.. I'm sorry, let me have it already.."
"Bad girls don't deserve to be fucked. Especially if they lie"
"I.. I'm not lying"
Pleading wouldn't work, wrapping a large hand around your neck, squeezing it enough to cut your oxygen off but not enough to hurting you.
"Can't.. bre-"
"Shh, quiet, you're being too loud"
You could feel his cock throbbing, being pushed against your folds as he thrusted against the cloth of your underwear.
You shut your eyes tightly letting him cum all over your thighs, panties and pelvis. You whimpered, trying to pull your wrists away from his tight hold. His large body fell down on top of you making you groan.
"Sei.."
He rolled over, laying on his back.
"I'm too tired to make you cum. Come and ride me, pretty. I wan'a play with your tits"
Looking over, you saw his abnormally large cock was already hard and leaking from the tip.
"You're crazy.." muttering under your breath, you moved to sit on his stomach, thighs on either side of him
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sammywr1tes · 7 hours ago
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picking the lighter option
和 ー you give your best friend a makeover. he falls in love with you a little more.
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字 bsf!idol!han と crush!gn!reader 《w.c・0.6k》
DRABBLE, humour, fluff, makeovers, 3rd person perspective. ft. hyunjin and felix
sammy note ★彡 - my best friend suggested i write a random hair dying crack fic, but in true me style it ended up involving pining too. good times. also i’m trying out a new layout thing!! kinda exciting. as usual, requests are always welcome and if you’d like to be added to my taglist then please send in an ask/comment. for more fics, check out my masterlist, and for commissions take a look at my ko-fi :)
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“y/n, i don’t think this is a good idea” jisung says, watching your reflection in the mirror. you’re standing over him, wielding a dye brush between your gloved fingers. your other hand holds a normal hairbrush, combing through the knots in his hair. “the stylists will hate me if you screw this up. ”
“trust me, sung, i know how to do this.” you give him a grin through the mirror that only amplifies the fight-or-flight response his brain provides. he shivers a little as you spread the cold dye over his hair, feeling it sticking to his scalp. your steady hand guides the dye down to the ends of his hair, making sure the colour coats the locks thoroughly.
jisung watches the mirror as you work. your hand that isn’t holding the brush moves his hair to paint the layers closer to his scalp. he’s easily distracted by your fingers smoothing his hair out, running through his hair to check for knots, and the sound of the brush’s rough hairs sweeping against his own soft locks.
the mirror lures him away with a reflection of your concentrated expression, pink lower lip tucked between your teeth. your eyes are focused on the movement of the brush, making sure to not miss a strand.
after a short while, you finally put the brush down with a soft sigh.
“okay, you have to keep it in for half an hour before you wash it out. “
he nods, taking in his own reflection in the mirror. the dye sticks his hair to his scalp, making him look like an alien. he chuckles a little, picking up his phone for a silly mirror selfie. the two of you pass half an hour debating if you can dye body hair a different colour with hair dye or not.
afterwards, jisung shoos you out of the bathroom to wash the dye out, then lets you blow-dry his hair. “you should run a salon. you’re very good at hairdressing” he comments offhandedly, feeling the hot gusts of the blow-dryer over his face, warming his skin. you laugh at his words. the soft sound warms the mush under his skin.
when jisung’s hair isn’t damp anymore, you comb through it, leaning over him, close enough that he can feel the warmth of your skin beckoning him towards it. finally, you let him see your self-proclaimed masterpiece, pushing him to sit in front of the mirror.
at first, he can’t find words to say. he stares at his reflection, taking in the sea-foam coloured strands framing his face. you suck your lower lip between your teeth, watching his expression nervously.
“do you not like it?”
“i love it.” he whispers, a hand slowly rising to run through the locks.
you grin. “you look like an underwater deity.”
he chuckles softly, giving you a smile through the mirror, reaching back to take your hand gently. “thank you for making me into one,” he jokes, catching your eye in the mirror. for a moment, neither of you look away, but you break eye contact when you hear the excited knocks of felix and hyunjin on the other side of the door.
“is it done? does it look good?” “can we see, jisungie?”
you roll your eyes and move to open the door for them. jisung’s eyes follow you, then glance towards the mirror again, taking in his appearance once more. he looks completely different to his usual self, but he can’t help but like it, thinking about how you complimented him. his heart warms.
maybe the underwater deity in the mirror will have the confidence to ask you out, sooner than later.
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star-redfiles · 3 days ago
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imagining sakusa with an equally meticulous and cautious partner; and someone who’s just as blunt as he is.
it scared sakusa’s teammates to death when they first met his partner. the brutally honest comments they faced, now double the amount, was almost too much to handle. even to this day, komori still finds it eerie how identical their expressions are when they see something they find disgusting. it’s like they mirrored each other, he thought. they’re both just as careful and diligent in taking care of their own health, as well. they’ve made dates out of their bi-weekly cleaning days. and both of them work equally hard, sharing that persistence and stubbornness to never leave things unfinished. you can always trust this couple to get things done.
beware of making a competition out of anything with them around, though. it would be like putting two flames together. both of them are incredibly competitive, and they'd burn brightly with each other. now, if they were back in highschool together, their classmates would always want either one of them on their teams, whether it be for regular classroom or physical activities. things always got exciting whenever they were pit against each other. on the other hand, getting both of them on your team was a guaranteed win. post-timeskip though, whenever msby or the jnt has any sort of team bonding activities involving partners and family, everyone knows not to get on their bad side. they both get an equally sinister glint in their eyes. if you're teamed up against them, you'd be lucky to come out alive.
even though they burn with equal passion, imagine that sakusa’s partner is just a bit brighter than he is. just because you’re a realist doesn’t mean you can’t be cute about it. they’d colour-code everything with stickers, even sorting the masks, medicines, and vitamin bottles in their shared apartment into adorable little patterned baskets. they have brightly coloured hand sanitisers covered in stickers attached to their bags and even got one for kiyoomi. his teammates would see the almost 2-meter tall athlete carrying around a cactus-shaped hand sanitiser to practice and start teasing him. that is, until his partner comes up from behind him and sends a death stare their way, promptly shutting them up.
so imagine them, a masked couple standing in the corner of a crowded room, facing only each other while avoiding everyone else. imagine the two of them whispering among themselves as they’re pressed against the walls (and each other) with their hands in their pockets. and imagine sakusa’s usual grimace due to the crowd replaced by an almost-smile while they’re talking, maybe even a laugh escaping him.
his partner was almost exactly like him, but with just the pop of colour he needed in life.
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taradactyls · 2 days ago
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Elizabeth Overestimates her Ability to Tie a Cravat
Prompt for @janeuary-month 2005 Day 8: Cravat
Over the period of their engagement, Elizabeth and Mr Darcy take many long walks. During an unseasonably warm late October day, Mr Darcy loosens his cravat and removes his jacket. Elizabeth finds this a very educational experience. But when it comes time to put them back on, she cannot for the life of her figure out how to knot the cravat properly after insisting she do the honours.
“My dearest, and loveliest, Elizabeth,” he gently began. “You have no idea how to knot a cravat, do you?”
3,421 Words, Rated G, Elizabeth Bennet / Fitzwilliam Darcy
Tags: Fluff, First Kiss, Love, Sickeningly in Love, Canon Compliant, I cannot express how absolutely besotted with each other these two are, The tension is palpable but it goes no further than g-rated touches banter and a few chaste kissies, Sweet, One shot
Read a snippet below the cut, and the entire work on Ao3
Elizabeth Overestimates her Ability to Tie a Cravat
For all her family’s joy at her engagement to Mr Darcy, escaping them at every opportunity was one of Elizabeth’s highest priorities. Thankfully, there were plenty of lanes about in which she may lose her way accompanied by her dear Mr Darcy. They had managed to flee Longbourn today by proposing another long walk, and though initially possessing the companionship of Jane and Mr Bingley the couples had collectively decided, without a word being spoken, to travel different paths.
The harvest was in, the landscape awash in colour, and the sun unseasonably hot. Elizabeth was delighted, and yet she looked at her intended with concern. After studying him a few moments, she asked “What is that furrowed brow for, Mr Darcy?”
“I feel I ought to be sitting with your father in the library,” said he, “but it has been two days since I have been alone with you for any length of time and so I must be selfish.”
“The correct choice, in my completely unbiased opinion,” Elizabeth smiled, nudging his arm lightly with her own to punctuate her point. He responded by capturing her hand, and raising it to give the back of it a kiss.
He did not release it once it was lowered.
Mr Darcy was too deep in thought to notice her blush. “I do not want to appear lax in my duty towards him, nor fail to prove that I deserve the honour of your hand.”
“Oh, you must not trouble your mind about that! The latter is already accomplished, and for the former – well, as sweet as your sentiment is, I assure you my father shall be very pleased to have a day free from respectful sons-in-law. After spending all yesterday with you and Mr Bingley hunting, followed by dinner with the Lucases, there is nothing he wants more than silence and solitude in his library.”
“So long as you are certain he shall not find my avoidance of his company for a whole day selfish.”
“He shall view it as a kindness to himself – and everyone else for that matter.”
“I fail to see how anyone else factors into it?”
Leaning into him with a smile, Elizabeth archly replied “It saves them all from having to endure my forlorn sighs as I stare longingly at you from across the room.”
Mr Darcy gave a short laugh as he looked at her in surprise, the rare sound and the amusement in his face ample reward for Elizabeth’s efforts. Her smile turned softer as she admired him and his own gaze did not stray from her.
For a fleeting moment she wondered if he might finally kiss her, for he had remained entirely proper so far over the fortnight of their engagement.
“Well then,” he said instead, “I shall take that as his tacit approval to wander about the countryside with you for at least another two hours. Even if it does grow hotter every moment.”
“Poor Mr Darcy! Pity there are no lakes here-abouts for you to jump into to cool down.”
Elizabeth was jesting, but within another half an hour it became clear that perhaps such an action would not be fully unwise. She had foregone a sleeved dress that morning but the gentleman was not so fortunate in his coat. “I know I claimed your presence outdoors for the next few hours, but I am afraid, dearest Elizabeth, that I near my limit for exercise in the present circumstances,” he said, tugging at his cravat to allow some air to slip within.
“You are looking a bit flushed – shall we turn back?”
“Not until after I have recovered somewhat. The lack of trees on our return path for the next mile shall only worsen my state.”
Elizabeth frowned at Mr Darcy in consternation. “You are not feeling dizzy, nor any worse symptoms, I hope?”
“No, just uncomfortably hot,” he reassured her. “A break to sit down in the shade shall quite restore me.” Yet despite professing himself mostly fine, he did not at all fight Elizabeth’s insistence on putting her arm around his waist, and draped his own about her shoulders. It was perhaps unnecessary, as he did not lean any of his weight on her, but the feeling of Elizabeth against him made him almost forget the heat for a moment.
Though there may not have been a lake to jump into (the small pond in a cow paddock featuring said animals wading through it to cool down was far too dirty to even contemplate) there was a copse atop a low hill not far from the road. Elizabeth led Mr Darcy to it, pleased to see it was free from grazing animals and other people, and open enough that sitting there with her betrothed could cause no scandal even if they were a little hidden from the road once they found the most sheltered spot. He took a few steps from her, and in some desperation, untied his cravat and ripped it from his neck, seeking the relief of cooler air.
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aneurins-barnard · 2 days ago
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Paring - Richard III x Anne Neville Warnings - T Suggestive, No Actual Smut, Fluff, Edouard of Lancaster is a warning even if he's only mentioned, Richard also calls him a bastard but you can bet he's thinking of more.... colourful language Word Count - 1,516 A/N - I do not know what this is, I just needed to get it out. Anyway, a load of fluff. I think it's needed. This fic has not been beta read. It is fluff. Mild, as in the most mildest mild, smut. I cannot express enough how mild it is.
It had only been a day since Anne had finally married her Richard in a quiet, private ceremony at the church of Saint Martin le Grande. A day since he called her “wife” and kissed her softly but chastely in front of the priest.
A day since he had taken her to bed and shown her what pleasures could be found in the marital chambers. Pleasures that Edouard of Lancaster had taken a sick joy in denying her.
Anne had not realised Richard expected her in his chambers that evening. She had departed dinner early wishing to retire after a long day of having her belongings moved to the Palace and packed ready for their journey north. Richard had summoned a maid to escort her as his brother, Edward, called him over to talk.
Anne walked into these chambers, instantly seeing traces of Richard all over. Carved boars, his personal device, adorned the fireplace mantel and bed posts. On the bed spread was an embroidered white boar and the white rose of York. Briefly she wondered who had done such fine work. His desk was littered with scraps of paper and books. So many books and ledgers. 
“My lady?” So distracted as Anne was, she had quite forgotten the maid that had brought her here. “Shall I help you into your nightgown, my lady?”
“Oh, yes, please.”
She turned, allowing the maid to begin undoing the laces of her dress.
As the heavy green velvet fell to the floor, Anne spared a glance at the bed.
Richard’s bed.
It was neatly made, the covers smooth. A servant must have changed the sheets earlier in the day. Had Richard planned for this? For her to come to bed with him tonight?
Anne had not realised that Richard intended to claim his marital rights again. What other reason could he have to have her brought here. He had been so tender and caring the night before. Sweet and gentle. Sure he knew, though, that she may want a little time before they made love again? Did I not say something?
Made love . That’s what he called it. And it had certainly felt that way. His gentle tender touches. The way he had gazed up at her like she was an angel sent from heaven. His hand in hers, the other guiding her hips to move. She had brought herself down to kiss him, and he had tangled that hand in her loose hair. Kissed her neck and murmur soft praises in her ear.
He held her close to his body as she peaked, still whispering his sweet nothings in her ear, calling her “my love,” and “sweetheart.” He held her again in his arms, stroking her hair until she fell asleep, and then when she woke, she was still in his arms, head pillowed on his chest.
A knock at the door snapped Anne out of her reverie. Her maid had already finished helping into her nightgown, and went to open the door. The brief glimpse told Anne that it was not Richard, so she went over to the vanity to begin unbraiding her hair. 
“My lady,” the maid said, reappearing behind her. “A missive from your Lord husband, my lady.”
Anne took the small parchment. “Shall I unbraid your hair, my lady?”
“Oh, yes, please.”
The maid began unbraiding and brushing Anne’s hair and she opened the note and read:
My dear beloved Anne, my brother, the King, has decided to call me to his solar so we may drink and talk of the wonders and perils of marriage. I suppose he thinks as my older brother it is his duty to do so, although I can assure, I have been well introduced to marriage’s wonders, and well prepared for its perils, having watched him and the Queen, and others. I should be back soon ma belle . I love you, my most beloved consort, your Richard
Soon. He would be back soon.
Soon turned out to be a while indeed. The maid finished brushing her hair and left, and Anne climbed into the bed, drawing the curtains around herself. She tucked the sheets up to her chin and closed her eyes wishing for sleep to come.
But it would not, and the door opened, and she heard his deep voice murmuring orders before it shut again.
The sound of rustling and dropping of clothes seemed loud in her ears. Anne closed her eyes tight, hoping to at least appear asleep, even as her mind raced.
Richard approached the bed and parted the curtains. Anne tried to relax again, and he chuckled, at what, she did not know.
Was she perhaps on the wrong side of the bed? Did she have dirt on her face? Her hair, was it knotted, even with all the brushing?
He let the curtain fall again, casting a brief breeze across her face. He walked to the other side. The mattress dipped as he climbed in, and Anne flinched at the cool night air that hit her back when he lifted the blankets.
She felt Richard shuffle closer to her, until her back was pressed against his bare chest.
“I know you’re awake, ma belle ,” he whispered, pressing a few soft kisses on her neck.
Anne sighed tiredly and rolled over to face him. She opened her eyes to him propped up on one arm and smiling at her. She smiled back and angled her head so he could keep kissing her neck. That is what he wanted, right?
But he didn’t return to her neck. She glanced at him, staring at her with his head tilted in amusement. He cupped her cheek with his free hand and bent down to kiss her lips, softly and sweetly.
Then he rolled on his back an tugged Anne to his chest. 
“Richard?” Anne said, puzzled.
“Hmm?”
“Are you not — are we not going to…?”
“Make love?” he finished. Anne smothered a giggle in his chest. She suspected she’d never get used to this. He chuckled too in turn, the movement bouncing her gently. “You can say it, ma belle . We are married, and married people make love ,” he said sensously, bringing her up to kiss him again, deeper this time. When he released her lips, he still held her face in his palm. “You are tired,” he explained. “So am I. I spent all day arguing with George about the Beauchamp estates.”
“But –” she stuttered, “but you had me brought to your champers, and I though–”
“That I wanted to ‘claim my marital rights’ like you told that- that bastard of Lancaster did?”
Anne flinched at his harsh words, tears pooling in her eyes. Edouard was dead . His ghost should not haunt her now.
“Anne?” His voice was gentle now. “Anne, I’m so sorry, I did not mean to speak so harshly. I only meant that I am not like him. I love you-”
“Oh Richard,” - she looked back up at him - “I am the one who should be sory. I should not assume these things. You’re right. It was only that you came to my bed and I thought-” she stopped at he started chuckling again. “What is it?” she said indignantly. They were speaking of serious matters, and he dared to laugh? “What is funny, Richard?”
He cupped her cheek again. “It is my bed, ma belle ,” he said, “and I enjoy having you in it.”
“But I though-” 
“That we would have separate rooms?” She nodded. “No, I liked having you here last night. The last thing I saw before I slept, and the first when I woke. I wish to hold you in my arms at night, to keep you warm and safe. And,” – his face turned serious – “I did not think it wise to leave you alone at night here. Especially not with how vehemently George has opposed out marriage.” Anne nodded understanding. “I feel safer knowing you’re in my arms, and that no-one will try to take you from me.”
“I should have asked you earlier, about our sleeping arrangements.”
Anne smiled, nodding in agreement.
“So, would you, my wife,” – she giggled, knowing what he was doing now – “like to share my bed with me every night of our marriage whether we make love or not?”
“Just to hold each other?
“Just to hold each other.”
Anne fiegned thought for a moment. If last night was any indication, she would not be against being held. In fact, she rather liked it.
“Yes,” she nodded, “on one condition.”
Richard leaned closer. 
“It is our bed now.”
He laughed, his grin lighting up his whole face. Anne swore to herself there that she would make him laugh like this again as often as she could.
“Oh!” he exclaimed. “Is it our bed now?” 
She giggled as he sat up to kiss her.
He fell back to the bed again pulling her with him.
“Good night, sweet Anne.”
“Good night, husband.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead and began stroking her hair.
It did not take her long to fall asleep.
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Boy at the Rock Show - 5
is this messy? absolutely. do we hate mc's sister? mhmm maybe... is sebastian any more trust worthy? hell no. enjoy the chaos inside my head.
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Apt 20. The Steeples. Bridge Street. Any time after 7.
What should have been a quick, hello – hi – here’s your phone – bye, had been extended to a being dragged into the apartment and coaxed into watching a film. Something you potentially wouldn’t have minded if it were just Sebastian and yourself but no – the whole band and seemingly potential crew was there squeezed across the kitchen and living room. Between hearing semi-tipsy deep and meaningful conversations shared over coffee in mismatched mugs and the gentle strum of guitar strings pulling your attention away from the tv you were trying to keep your focus on, your eyes darted near playfully yet with childlike curiosity between the screen and Sebastian’s phone which he was adamantly scrolling through. While you’d not searched the phone yourself – your sisters sing song style gossip across the day had fuelled your interest and now you were wondering if you should have pried – just a little bit.
Crammed on a couch between Sebastian and Garreth, you felt the lightest of brushes belonging to fingertips along your legs and looked down to see that Sebastian’s hand were still occupied by his phone; Garreth’s thumb and forefinger drawing the most delectable array of doodles and shapes against the outside of your thigh. He was sure fucking bold to be playing this game. Shifting, you crossed your legs at your knees and leant in towards Sebastian who finally glanced away from his phone for a few seconds to shoot you an expression of concern.
“Not into horror movies?” – you loved them. “Oh – um – no… just wanted to cuddle a little.” – a lie but you’d hope he’d buy it.
And he did. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders with a playful squeeze; Sebastian had you curling up into his chest just the way you’d intended him to. A few more minutes into the film; Garreth’s fingers began to toy with the locks of your hair which fell over your shoulders and down your back; a more brazen attempt at obtaining your attention than earlier; he knotted the silken lengths around his fingers and tugged gently; enough force used to pluck a not so quiet moan from between your lips. This time though, Garreth’s actions hadn’t gone unnoticed and within seconds you found yourself pulled up onto your feet by Sebastian yanking roughly at your wrist.
“We’re leaving.”
Was this to do with Garreth or was it something you had done?
“Alright – to where?” “Where we should have been tonight all along”, Sebastian confirms with a hiss, “..a date.”
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Bottle shop. Vietnamese takeout. Abandoned rooftop of an old flour mill just outside of downtown. The night simple and spontaneously last minute but was fucking perfect. Sitting on the jacket Sebastian had sprawled out; you sipped on the deliciously flavoured broth of the meal he’d selected for you and licked your lips once over as he took a swig of lager from a bottle which you were sure by now had turned warm.
“How do you say it again?” you pointed at your meal. “Bún bò huế.”
You smiled at the cute little way his voice changed up a pitch as he repeated himself again with a chuckle.
“If you’re impressed with my ability to order food in Vietnamese, then just wait until you hear my French in the bedroom.”
The burn across your cheeks matched the colour of the broth you’d just been savouring the taste of. Shaking your head to brush away the feeling the comment has crawling beneath your skin; you gaze out over the downtown night sky, this view – a lot different than the one you’d shared with Garreth the other night. The quiet solitude you found yourself in with Sebastian was only romanticized further by thestrals you both saw in the sky and the soft coos of owls nesting nearby. Dropping your fork into the takeaway container you placed on the ground, you hugged your knees tightly to your chest and rested your head on top of them; eyes fixed to the boy sitting beside you.
“Are you always this romantic with every girl you take out on a date?” “Only the ones I really like.” “So – you like me then?” “What’s there not to like?”
That burn across your cheeks only got darker and more intense at Sebastian’s rapid fire responses. Although it had been playing on your mind a little; you managed to take in a deep breath and respond back with a question of your own.
“What’s with the blonde?”
He seemed a little confused by your question given the expression painted on your face.
“The blonde?” “Yeah the blonde”, your breathing faults, “…from band practice the other night.” “You’ll have to be more specific.” “Sebastian..” “I’m being serious. Was she one of Garreth’s guests?” “No”, you shake your head, “The one who called you away for something.”
His face contorts into a series of questionable expressions before finally a smirk crosses his lips without query.
“…ah that blonde. Yeah she’s not blonde anymore.”
That doesn’t answer your question.
“Is she a friend?” “Nope.” “Is she an ex?” “God no.” “Groupie?” “Maybe with the others.”
His aloofness to your curiosity and uncertainty was starting to do your head in. Why were boys complicated? Especially the handsome, arrogant, impulsive, flirtatious ones you were always attracted to like a moth diving headfirst towards a flame ready to commit some form of self-torture.
“You’re not going to tell me who she is…  are you?” “I could introduce you to her if that would make you feel better.” “Alright”, you challenged, “When?” “How about tomorrow?”
You considered the offer and nodded will taking another bite of food.
“Tomorrow it is.” “Good. Actually – seeing as we’re asking questions here; mind if I shoot off some?” “Be my guest Sebastian.”
He rested back, arms behind him for support after placing his food down to cradle in his lap.
“Why are you wasting your time on a guy like me?”
Well, that was unexpected. You weren’t quite sure on your answer. Hell, you weren’t sure you even had one; but there was this undeniable pull you felt from the universe when it came to him. Would he appreciate that kind of flowery, billowy answer? Who knows.
“That’s not a ‘rooftop date’ kind of question.” “Oh really?”, he chuckles, “What kind of question is it then?” “A… comfort of my own bedroom question.” “Are you asking me back to your place sugar?”
You smirked and licked your bottom lip.
“Maybe I am.”
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Dreams, college application processes, pet peeves, fashion sense, favourite desserts, star signs – everything and anything you both chatted about on the walk back to your place. Although you hadn’t expected it; a few gentle brush of hands as you walked side by side eventually turned into fingers intwined and a small swing of your hands as Sebastian hummed a few tunes beneath his breath, drumming the beat against the back of your hand. As you approach the house; my eyebrow raises towards the unfamiliar car in the driveway.
“Ugh, my sister must have company tonight”, you roll your eyes. “Mhmm… that’s Garreth’s ride.”
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hinamie · 5 months ago
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morning glory
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thinking about Nico adjusting to letting himself miss and long for the people he loves. based on these bits from the sun and the star:
" As Nico and Will followed the trogs, he thought about how much he missed Hazel. He was learning to make peace with that feeling. It was okay for him to miss people because that meant he wanted them around in his life. That idea was *very* new for him- he was used to either pushing people away or watching them recoil from his presence." *
" That was the most surreal thing of all... Was he happy? Nico wasn't very familiar with the sensation, but he couldn't deny that he felt wonderful in Will's presence. He even longed for the son of Apollo when they were apart. A funny thing had happened as the two grew closer: Nico suddenly understood all those cheesy, sappy love songs he'd always hated."
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sysig · 8 months ago
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Family ♥ (Patreon)
#Doodles#ISaT#Siffrin#Isabeau#Mirabelle#Odile#I have not been able to stop drawing Sif's black ensemble under their cloak ever since I learned about it#The cutest#His favourite colour is black and he wears all black and he dyed his hair black so now it's two-tone!#Stopppp that's too cute#Got curious and yes - fully black-haired Sif is Very cute <3 Contrast lad#Pls gentle touches to Sif they deserve soft holds <3#I'm really happy with their hand expressions there ah Isa's big hands and Sif's small and cute#They love each other!! However whichever way <3#The posing for Sif and Mira is awkward because I was trying to draw the one with them hugging and failed lol#So they're just existing in proximity and happy about it <3 Just being together is fun!#I do love Sif getting practice in on positive touch but also just being nearby and being happy <3#Good company for certain#Can you tell I'm less practiced at drawing Odile so far lol#She is pretty <3 I didn't fully understand the lesbian catnip comments at first but I think I get it now lol#Her flyaways are probably my favourite hehe <3 Gotta draw her with crows feet sometime! Lovely ♪#I love her watching out for the younger members of the party in her cool and dry way hehe - Sif is sleepy! But he needs a push to go nap#There's the hug yaaay <3#I like everyone's outfits very much but I will admit to not using references when I drew Mira :'D More the vibes of her clothes lol#I'll draw them proper sometime!#Odile's outfit is very pretty <3 I love all the allusions to gems ah it's so cool#Such a lovely bunch!
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Dark Ocean
"Who are we?
Lost in the space like in dark ocean depths...
Plunged into an abyss without end..."
Model - @supernovae-dfg
Studio - Ocean Stars.
Natalie Ina Photography.
June 2024.
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glitzybunny · 2 years ago
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I don’t think I ever posted this - PFFF LOL
This is an old Eclipse drawing I was going to finish when I started it back around the beginning of February fdsgjnfdkhbdfggf
Like all old WIPS idk if I’ll actually finish it, so here you go!! PFFFFFFF
The design is based off of Bamsara’s Eclipse!! :D
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raitrolling · 8 days ago
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year of the snake, its his time now
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buttercup-barf · 8 months ago
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Under the cut are mostly self-insert doodles of decreasing quality. Again, not much directly tied to Team Fortress 2. Might as well toss these out while I have no access to my puter. Much yapping under the cut and in the tags incoming.
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Another self-insert, this time less of a "here's me as a tenth class" and more of a "here's my game experiences translated into the class I would take the place of". The Cleaner. Although I guess they could still be wearing either suit. It doesn't matter that much.
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That one Convict's Case taunt with Backup would be extremely funny, because the man would be on the verge of a breakdown (he does not want to go to jail so bad you have no idea). The second image- I owe no explanation. You know what I am. You see the pattern with my favourites.
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The duality of the man. Resting face versus "just heard you express interest in religion/Russian folklore" face. He's not that hard to make friends with, when you pull him away from all the explosions.
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Some doodles of trying to figure his face out. Unfortunately, the more I stare at him, the more I worry that he looks like A Certain Guy With The Last Name "Kazarin", and the fear of never being original in my life caught up to me.
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Don't look at me, don't perceive me, I refuse to explain any of my actions to you.
#team fortress 2#tf2#that's it that's the only tags i am putting this in. maybe someday i will have the balls to do more but for now that's about it#while i have the chance - and since posts with more of my yapping in the tags don't pop in people's feeds much - i might as well ramble-#-about these guys here. self-inserts or not i'm projecting only half of my bullshit on each one of them. creativity 👍#backup is tall and pale and has sharp canines and more of a dull brown hair colour with tired grey eyes. no amount of babyface or soft-#-hands can really help a motherfucker when he's grimacing so much because he just Hates being around half the people on the team.#cleaner meanwhile is on the shorter side and has constantly flushed skin and brighter colours and whatnot. you can't see it because of the-#-mask most of the time but they do smile a lot more and have a more cheery disposition towards life and see the whole team as their friends!#backup transitioned fully (albeit not very legally lmao) and is scared shitless of not being seen as a man although the last time that ever-#-came up was years ago. he holds onto his last name as part of the heritage he loves and loathes at the same time - attached to his culture-#-and religion and bloodline while also resentful of his family and the regime he knows someone else on the team suffered under.#cleaner just kinda binds and calls it a day. he only does it to confuse the team because while he doesn't identify with being a girl he-#-loves the confused looks his epic gender reveal moment gets. they do not remember their family name or where they grew up or what even got-#-them to this kind of mental state. and he's chill with it he values the here and now way more than some dark edgy backstory.#backup despite trying to be an honest man is afraid of vulnerability as well. he stubbornly refuses to express love towards certain people-#-lest they feel disgusted and turn away. he's afraid of consequences afraid of losing the people he loves afraid of his ''interests'' being-#-what drives them away. it doesn't by the way and he just wasted time being a cold indecisive loser for several months lmao#cleaner wears a suit that hides all of them yes but they pretty much never lie. he is always his truest self and he can always just burn-#-people who don't like him enough to make it a problem. they are a lot more comfortable indulging in their interests - be they innocent-#-and juvenile or violent and dangerous. he is quite open with his affection and his fascinations that backup would rather keep secret.#i want to establish that these two can only exist in separate universes because they both have feelings towards the funny assistant lady-#-and the funny inventor guy (selfshipping for the winnn) and would fight over those two. cleaner would win by the way#it's also a really funny point of comparison. cleaner is objectively more fucked up than backup and still managed to be more normal about-#-their feelings and live as a healthier and happier person than that guy. comedic gold honestly#OKAY I'M DONE if you read up to here you get uhhh a cookie :-)
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