#ty for the questions hun!

[grapecaseschoices]

📓 & 🚷 for your infamous mcs? <33

📓 - Do you associate any quotes or lyrics with this oc?

Do I ever? LMAO. Some have more quotes than others. But here is one each, that I feel hits them as people/can summarize parts of my thoughts when creating them.

Alana; I wanted to feel loved without feeling like I was begging for it

Bethany Josnel; "I've always liked quiet people. You never know if they're dancing in a day dream or if they'e carrying the weight of the world." - John Green

Hiyam; The ego of a man trapped in the body of a woman - Sexy and the City (1998 - 2004)

Lala; "In order to love who you are, you cannot hate the experiences that shaped you" - Andrea Dykstra

Ori; "you get nervous when someone holds your hand, you wonder if they can feel the rot." - fatima aamer bilal

🚷 - Tell one difference between yourself and this oc!

Alana: Clear-headed; she's definitely someone you want at your side when things start to panic. My anxiety gets in the way, she's much more poised. Not to say she doesn't get nervous - she does - but she's still better at taking charge of that and diffusing things, I feel.

Bethany Josnel: Self-assured; at least in the sense that he knows what he wants and isn't one to allow himself to be pressured. I think he's good with his boundaries, is what it is. I am not lmao.

Hiyam: Confidence! Hiyam's is at a level that one might dismiss as delusional but it's just a matter of strength of will and being unbothered. Two things I do not have lmao. I can be pretty stubborn thho. Maybe i can fake it til I make it ... one day.

Lala; there is SO many. Um, let's say Understanding. I feel Lala is pretty insightful and also open. I try to be. They're so -- I think it's because they have a 'come as you are approach' but also know their own value.

Ori: Cheerful; He is so naturally cheery and kind and even-tempered. I am good at faking some these things lmao. To varying degrees. He's just so sweet, like a golden retriever puppy. While I am more like a cross of an old poodle and a nervous chihuahua.

questions from here.

[copias-fluffy-asscheeks]

📕 tell me about one of the fics in your head (pls)

oooooo we've actually talked about this on discord if you remember

It's something I want to do for Halloween, not kinktober though but separate on Halloween night or anywhere close but uhmmm kind of just Copia being a fluffy bitch, him and his s/o go out talking walkies on trick or treating night, papa is in a spiderman costume (matching with reader) - one that suits him a bit too well, might I add. I hope the children won't be too traumatized. (And he goes feral over reader the first time he sees the costume they are wearing.) - and when they walk past a little playground papas ancient ass (respectfully) decides it's a good idea to go spiderman hangies so he prances up to the highest one, hangs upside down like spiderman - surprisingly he goes really easy - and reader catches him off guard by doing the little one person upside down movie kiss and he tumbles , whining about how he's too old (but when they get home you best bet his ass is railing them so hard, with excuse ''You looked just pretty:)'')

[carnalcrows]

HOW TO STEAL A MAN (AND HIS GROCERY LIST)

pairing: gi-hun x top male reader

synopsis: When Gi-hun’s late-night cat-feeding routine attracts a stalker with a cart full of cat food and questionable social skills, chaos—and maybe romance—ensues.

content warnings: 18+, top male reader, stalking, blowjobs (reader receiving), missionary, unprotected sex, breeding, creampie, reader wants to get gi-hun pregnant asap, age gap (reader is in his 20s and gi-hun is in his 40s).

word count: 2.2k

A/N: ty anon for the request!! i had fun writing this one

Seong Gi-hun’s life wasn’t glamorous. Every evening, after whatever sorry excuse for a day he’d had, he stopped at the corner store, bought a packet of cheap cat food, and made his way to a run-down alley to feed a scruffy stray. It was the one bright spot in his life, and he looked forward to it more than he cared to admit.

What he didn’t know was that someone else looked forward to it too.

That someone was you.

You first noticed Gi-hun a few weeks ago while wandering through the neighborhood. At first, you thought he was just some random guy lingering in the alley, but then you saw him crouch down and pour food into a chipped saucer. His voice was soft as he spoke to the stray cat, coaxing it to eat.

It was... oddly endearing.

From then on, you couldn’t help yourself. You started following him—not in a creepy way (okay, maybe a little creepy)—but you were curious. Who was this man? Why did he care so much about a stray cat?

Your fascination grew, and soon, watching him feed the cat became part of your routine. But you wanted more than to just watch. You wanted to talk to him. To know him.

One evening, as you watched Gi-hun walk into the corner store, you got an idea. A foolproof, albeit slightly unhinged, plan. You hurried inside ahead of him, grabbed every single packet of cat food off the shelf, and went to pay, ignoring the cashier’s confused look.

When Gi-hun arrived at the pet aisle, you lingered near the exit, pretending to browse.

“What the…?” Gi-hun muttered, staring at the empty shelf. He rubbed the back of his neck, sighed, and turned to leave, only to almost bump into you.

You were standing there with a massive bag filled with cat food packets.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” you said, pretending to be startled.

His eyes narrowed. “You’re the reason the shelf is empty?”

“I feed a lot of strays,” you said innocently, though the amusement in your voice probably gave you away.

Gi-hun raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “You think I could buy one of those off you? There’s a stray I feed every night, and now I’m empty-handed.”

You pretended to think about it, then smiled. “I’ll give you one… if you let me come with you. I’d like to meet the cat.”

He hesitated, his lips pressing into a thin line as he considered your request. Finally, he sighed. “Fine. But don’t scare it off, okay?”

That’s how it all started.

What was supposed to be a one-time thing turned into a routine. Every evening, you’d meet Gi-hun at the corner store, walk with him to the alley, and sit on the curb while the stray cat ate. Over time, you learned bits and pieces about him: his failed marriage, his gambling problems, and most importantly, his love for his daughter, Ga-yeong.

“She’s all I have left,” he admitted one night, his voice soft.

You nodded, unsure what to say. It was clear how much he cared for her, even if he didn’t always show it in the best ways.

As weeks passed, you also got to know Ga-yeong, who was surprisingly cool for a kid. She started teasing her dad about how much time he spent with you.

“Are you two dating yet?” she asked one evening, smirking as she watched you and Gi-hun prepare dinner.

Gi-hun spluttered. “W-what? No! We’re just friends.”

“Sure, Dad,” she said, winking at you.

You laughed, enjoying how flustered he got.

One rainy evening, you were at Gi-hun’s apartment again, helping him cook dinner. The kitchen was small and cramped, but it felt cozy with the two of you working side by side.

As you chopped vegetables, you glanced at him. “You know, you’re not half bad at this.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Don’t sound so surprised.”

“I’m just saying,” you teased. “You’re full of surprises.”

Gi-hun smiled, but when he noticed you staring, his brow furrowed. “What? Do I have sauce on my face or something?”

“Nothing,” you said, setting the knife down. “I just… I’ve been wanting to do something for a while now.”

Before he could ask what, you stepped closer, your heart racing. Gi-hun froze like a deer in headlights, his hand awkwardly holding a ladle full of stew.

“What are you—”

You cupped his face with both hands and kissed him.

At first, he didn’t move, his eyes wide with surprise. But as you pressed into him, his shoulders relaxed, and the ladle clattered to the counter. Slowly, tentatively, he kissed you back, his lips warm and soft against yours.

It started gentle, careful, like he was afraid to mess it up. But as the seconds ticked by, something shifted. He leaned into you, his hands nervously gripping your waist, pulling you closer. You smiled against his lips, enjoying how hesitant he was, even as his breathing grew heavier.

“Relax,” you murmured, your lips brushing against his. “You’re doing fine.”

“I—I don’t—” he stammered, but you cut him off with another kiss, this one deeper, more insistent.

Gi-hun let out a muffled sound of surprise, his hands fumbling as they slid up your back. His inexperience was endearing, and it only made you want to kiss him harder.

Somehow, the two of you ended up pressed against the counter, the dinner long forgotten. Gi-hun’s hair was an absolute mess from your hands running through it, and his cheeks were flushed a deep red.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered breathlessly, his forehead resting against yours.

“Good,” you said with a grin, leaning in to steal another kiss.

The smell of burning stew eventually snapped the two of you out of it, but not before you got one last, lingering kiss. As Gi-hun scrambled to salvage dinner, muttering curses under his breath, you leaned against the counter, watching him with a satisfied smirk.

“I like you,” you said casually, making him freeze mid-stir.

He turned to look at you, his expression somewhere between flustered and incredulous. “You think?”

“I know,” you corrected. “And I think you like me too.”

Gi-hun sighed, his lips quirking into a small, shy smile. “Yeah... maybe I do.”

You laughed, reaching out to tug him back toward you. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

Your mouth found his once more, and you slowly lifted the man onto the countertop. He yelped in surprise, and you used the opportunity to slide your tongue, relishing in how he tasted.

His hands gripped onto your shoulders, while you held his waist, steadying him. You slowly trailed butterfly kisses from his jaw to his neck, stopping at his Adam’s apple before lightly nipping on his ear lobe.

Gi-hun was still quite unsure of what he was supposed to be doing, not having engaged in such…activities for far too long.

“You do want to do this right? We can stop the moment you tell me to,” you said to him, your tone soft. After a second of pondering, he gripped your shoulders with determination, and latched his mouth right onto yours.

You took it as a sign to continue, and slowly broke away the kiss to close the stew before continuing to have your way with him.

You slowly picked him up from the countertop and carried him to the couch, revelling in how surprised you were. Carrying those giant bags of cat food was worth it.

You laid him on the couch gently, its base creaking with the sudden weight. Gi-hun hastily pushed your pants down, tugging at the strap for a few seconds before it made way. Your cock sprang out, hard and leaking.

His eyes widened, and he looked up at you. Your eyes were soft, letting him know that this didn’t have to continue if he didn’t want it to.

Before you could say anything, he licks a stripe across your length, savouring the musk emitting from the base. You let out a groan, gripping onto his hair–but not too tight; not yet.

You let him experiment with your dick, leaving small kisses along the underside, while his hand moves up to clutch your balls, heavy with your seed. He wonders to himself on how your cum would feel inside him, and the thought makes his ears burn a bright red.

“Don’t take this long darlin’, wanna please you too,” you mumble, wanting him to speed up just a little bit.

He slowly wraps his pretty lips around the tip of your cock, making you let out a garbled moan. His mouth was just so, so warm.

“Breathe through your nose baby, that’s it,”you cooed, watching him struggle to take your length all the way.

He slowly bobbed his head up and down, savouring the precum hitting the back of his throat. Your moans were getting louder and louder, to the point where you had to muffle the noises with the back of your hand. The walls of his house were quite thin.

Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes as he struggled to swallow you whole. Your grip on his hair had gotten significantly tighter, as you push his head to take you all the way. His garbled mumbles did nothing but send vibrations straight up your dick, turning you on even more.

“So good f’me baby, I’m almost done,”you groan before releasing your grip on his hair and pulling out of his warm throat, before ejaculating all over his face. 

He looked up at you in shock, his face a mixture of tears, sweat and semen. It truly was a sight to see. Your dick stood right back up.

His eyes widened, but before he could say anything, you quickly turned him around on the couch, his ass up towards you.

You pulled his pants down, along with his boxers, to reveal his tight hole, clenching around the cold air. He hissed when he suddenly felt a finger at his hole, slick with lube (where did that come from).

“This might hurt a lil’ bit,” you said before slowly pressing your finger into his hole. His back arched with the intrusion, the pain mixed with the pleasure going straight to his cock, the tip red and weeping.

You slowly added another finger, watching as his ass practically swallowed them whole as you pumped them in and out.

After adding a third finger, you deemed that he was prepped enough to be fucked. He already looked out of it, that was a different thing altogether. His shoulders were slumped and his elbows were the only thing keeping him upright.

You positioned you cock at his entrance, and slowly slid in, groaning at how tight and inviting his hole was, as if it was made just for your dick.

Gi-hun let out a loud moan, it was almost pornographic. He had never felt this full in his life– your cock was almost ripping him in half!

You bottomed out all the way to the hilt, and you slowly started to move, whispering dirty nothings in the older man’s ear.

“How does it feel, getting fucked by a man half your age, hm?” Gi-hun could only blabber at this, his brain could no longer form coherent words as his mind was so focused on how your cock was hitting the right spot with every. single. thrust.

You felt his hole mould into the shape of your cock, and every time you hit his prostate, his moans got more high pitched. One of your hands caressed his stomach, and you were surprised to find his belly bulging with every thrust. He squealed when he felt it, his brain was feeling so empty. 

“Y’know Gi-hun, your daughter must be quite lonely, considering that she is an only child. Wanna give Ga-yeong a sibling?” you teased, to which he could only moan, his head filled with the thought of you making him pregnant with your seed. The thought didn’t seem too bad.

To this, you lifted him up and sat on the couch with him on your lap, his back to your chest. You lifted his legs up in such a way that every single time you lifted him up and dropped him back on your lap, your dick would hit places he didn’t even know existed.

He threw his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his head with the vigour of your thrusts, fucking into him like you were an animal in heat. At this point, it really felt like you were trying to get him pregnant. A man couldn’t biologically get pregnant, but all rational thought had flown out the window, and who said you couldn’t try?

As your thrusts started to stutter, you knew you were at a climax, so when Gi-hun came with a cry, painting his abdomen white, you pushed into him all the way to his imaginary womb before coming undone with a loud groan, painting his gummy walls a pearly white.

You kept your cock in him for a while, letting him relax. His hole clenched and unclenched around your dick, while only spurred you on even more.

Gi-hun turned around to face you lazily, but with surprise, as he felt your cock harden in him once again.

“We can’t stop yet love, I need to give you a baby after all,” you smirked before pushing Gi-hun back down onto the couch.

He was fucked.

And somewhere out there, a stray cat was probably wondering why its dinner was late.

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[hyunjuenthusiast]

ITS ME AGAIN😎

need a jealous!hyun-ju x fem!reader who gets a bit too close with gi-hun, ANDD reader ends up getting edged and fingered roughly by jealous!hyun-ju as reader tried to quiet down in the bathroom??

TYSM I LVOE YOUR FICS🫶

HEYYYY👋🏻 Are you becoming a regular?!😂 Let me see what I can do!

BEAUTIFUL ENVY

Summary: During the games, you become close with Hyun-ju, not realizing the envy that builds inside of her when you start also getting close to Gi-Hun.

Pairing: Jealous!Hyun-ju x Femreader!

Warnings: SMUT and jealousy.

Not an adult? Don't read! 🔞

Hyun-ju grits her teeth as she hears you laugh along with Gi-Hun's group. Just because they decided to work together didn't mean that you could just leave her.

That thought made Hyun-ju tense. You weren't together. She had no right to be feeling this way. But the sight of you smiling at someone else after you had been so kind to her, made her want to strangle Gi-Hun.

Looking back over at you, her blood boils. Gi-Hun was offering you his gimbap. He'll no.

She was walking towards you before she could even think. You looked up at her as she stood in front of you and Gi-Hun, the rest of the group talking about random things, not really paying attention to Hyun-ju.

"Hyun-" You go to question, only to be silenced when she holds out her gimbap as well. The look she was giving Gi-Hun made you tense where you sat.

With both of them offering you their food, you didn't know what to do. "Um, thank you both, but I'm not that hungry!" You say, letting out a nervous chuckle that only Gi-Hun returns.

You give Hyun-ju a soft smile, trying to ease whatever tension this was. You can see her relax a little.

She sits on the other side of you. Young-il asked Gi-Hun about what he thought the next game would be, and you listened closely, leaning in closer.

You heard her scoff before you felt her hand on your forearm. She pulled you a bit closer to her, leaning down close to your ear. "He doesn't know anything about the next game. He was wrong about the second game. We shouldn't trust him." She whispers.

You frown. You did trust Gi-Hun. He helped everyone in red light, green light. He's voted to go home, which is more than Hyun-ju has done. She voted to stay once after all.

"He's not untrustworthy-" you try to say until you notice her soft glare, making you shrink a bit into yourself. "You can't be sure of someone's intentions, sweet girl, especially in here." She explains softly. You knew she was right. But that means you also couldn't trust her.

She seems to know what you were thinking, and you see her eyes soften. "You know I'd never betray you, don't you? Not after what happened to Young-Mi." She whispers, making you look down in guilt.

"I know." You whisper back softly, your breath hitching as she reaches to hold your hand. "I won't let anyone hurt you. Not any of the players, not any of the guards, not even yourself." She says. Your eyebrows furrow for a moment, not really knowing what she means by not letting you hurt yourself, but she doesn't clarify.

You made a mistake. That's all. You wouldn't leave her. Not for him. He's old enough to be your father. But the way you clung to him during lights out...

She clenches her fists. As soon as the guards shut it down and announced it was time for bed, she grabbed your wrist, making you get out of your bed. Not enough to hurt, but enough were you knew she was serious. You question her with your gaze, but she looks straight ahead, her pace much faster than yours.

She knocks on the door, and a triangle guard opens the little window to see what she wants. "She got her period. Would you please let us through so I can help her clean her pants?" She asks making your eyes widen. You weren't on your period.

When the window shuts, she quickly takes off her jacket, tying it around your waist. Knocking again, this time, the guard lets you through.

She was smart. The guard checked your backside when you walked past him.

As soon as the woman's restroom door shut, Hyun-ju rushed and pushed you against a wall, her touch firm, making you gasp.

"W-What are you doing?" You ask, the look in her eyes changing from firm...to hunger.

"You let him hold you." She whispers close to your ear. "W-what? Wh-" She inturupts, "Gi-Hun. Player 456. You let that asshole touch you." She sneers. You have to crane your neck to look up at her. "I-I don't underst-" you try to say.

"You will." Hyun-ju says, her eyes dark. One of her hands travels down your body, stopping just under the line of your bra. "What color is it, baby?" She asks in a whisper.

You give her a confused look. "What color is your bra?" She says, one of her fingers tracing where your nipple is.

Your eyes widen, but you feel the need to answer her. "P-Purple" you whisper, hearing her inhale sharply.

"Has he seen it? Gi-Hun?" She asks, starting to lift your shirt up gently. "N-No of course not, w-why would-" She shuts you up with a kiss. Her lips are softer than what you would have thought, and moist.

"I see the way he looks at you, baby." She says as she breaks the kiss. "And you give him those sweet puppy eyes, don't you?" She asks, lifting your shirt over your head, her eyes immediately taking in the sight of your breasts.

"I don't." You whisper. "You do, baby. Don't lie. But that's okay, I'll fix it." She says, leaning down and kissing the edge of your cleavage. "Mmm, so soft." She mumbles against the supple flesh of your right breast.

"What do you mean? Fix what?" You ask, a little breathless already. You can feel her smirk. "I'll make sure you only look at me." She says, keeping her eyes on yours as she rips your bra.

You gasp, making her chuckle darkly. She throws the now useless peice of cloth on the bathroom floor, returning her hands to your chest, squeezing.

Hyun-ju leans back down, waisting no time with taking your nipple into her mouth. The cold bathroom, in contrast to her hot mouth, makes you shiver.

You gasp as she switches to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. "H-Hyun-ju we can't" you whimper, making her chuckle. She's already kissing her way down your stomach, getting on her knees in front of you.

Faster than you can think, she has your pants pulled down, looking at your matching purple underwear. "You're so fucking beautiful, baby." She whispers, starting to kiss up your thigh.

She gently kisses your clit through your panties, making you gasp. "I can see how wet you are, Y/n. You've soaked your panties." She whispers, looking up at you hungrily. You don't protest as she slides them down next.

"Oh baby..." She coos, looking at your pussy. "Your little clit is swollen...do you want me to make it all better? Hmm?" She asks, making you whine.

You nod.

That clearly didn't satisfy her because the next second, you feel a small slap to your pussy. "Use your words like a good girl." She says firmly. Holy fuck.

"Y-Yes...please make it better!" You whimper. She gives you a smile before you feel her tongue on your clit.

She teases you just a little before reaching up and putting two of her fingers inside you. "Fuck baby, you're so tight. You can take another one, can't you?" She says, her tone mocking. When you whine, shaking your head, she adds another anyway, giving you a nice stretch.

Having both her fingers and her tongue feels like heaven. Pure heaven. But that thought quickly leaves your mind when you feel her change the pace.

You could hear the wet sound of your pussy as her fingers set an unforgivable pace. "H-Hyun-ju!" You squel. "T-To much p-please slow down!" You moan.

You look down, watching as she pulls away from your clit, smirking.

"To bad." She says, fingerings you a little harder. "Oh fuck!" You scream, the back of your head against the wall.

"Do you think Gi-Hun could make you feel this good? Hmm?" She asks, her eyes sharp. You quickly shake your head, which makes her stop.

"What did I say about using your words?" She sneers, taking her fingers away. "No no please don't stop!" You beg, your hips lifting trying to get her back.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" She asks, her lips kissing the skin just above your clit.

You go to nod, but remember her words. "Yes!" You say, making her tikt her head. "Tsk tsk tsk, say it properly, baby. Tell me you'll be a good girl for me." She commands.

"I'll be a good girl for you!" You say quickly, making her chuckle once more. "Only for me?" She asks, and you nod quickly. "Yes yes only for you Hyun-ju!"

She puts her fingers back inside you, setting another brutal pace. "Are you going to cum for me?" She asks.

"Yes yes! I'm so close!" You whimper. Not expecting her to pull away again, but she does.

"I don't think so. Not until I know you're sorry. You hurt my feelings with the way you looked at Gi-Hun. How do I know you won't let him touch you again? Hmm?" She says, licking her fingers clean of you.

You almost cry. "I am sorry, Hyun-ju. I'm so sorry, I only want you!"

She pretends to think, her thumb reaches up, keeping you on edge by rubbing tight circles on your already overstimulated clit.

"If I see you even look in his direction, I'll have you over my knee, no matter if we're in the bathroom or not." She says, making you nod.

This time, when you feel her fingers and that familiar pressure building in your tummy, she doesn't pull away. "Cum for me, pretty girl." She says, her voice sending vibrations through your core.

She stimulates you through your climax, making sure not a second of pleasure is wasted. "Such a good girl for me." She whispers, her head getting awfully close to your core.

"W-what are y-" you can't finish your sentence as she licks into you. "Mmm let me clean you up, baby." She says.

After she helps you put your shirt and pants back on, she picks up the discarded bra, putting it in her pocket. "Come on, sweet girl, you need to rest for tomorrow." She says, her tone now soft.

She holds your hand on the walk back to your bunk. She even kisses your forehead before she walks back to her own.

You don't notice that she makes a stop first.

Hyun-ju walks up to player 456's bed, leaving a torn purple fabric next to his shoes.

Stay away from her girl Gi-Hun✋🏻😏

[heartpiratedrabbles]

Devious Revenge

Prompt: Ace falls asleep at a less-than-convenient time, so you tease him in public.

NSFW

Ace X Fem Reader

You look at your boyfriend from across the table. He had fallen asleep once again, his head now laying on the plate in front of him, his hands still holding onto the sandwich he was eating. The others around laughed at him but you couldn’t help but to feel slightly annoyed.

         You knew it wasn’t his fault, that it happened at random, but just the night prior he had also fallen asleep in the middle of eating you out. You were so close to release as his tongue darted into you, all the while his thumb was rubbed circles in your clit, another hand keeping your thigh pinned to the bed.

         Your hand was in his hair, begging him to let you cum. And that’s when you felt his body go limp, his faces till buried in your dripping cunt while you could hear him snoring. His nose nestled between your folds as you let out an exasperated moan. Pulling his head away from you with your hand that was tangled in his hair as you sat up to reposition him into a more comfortable position. He didn’t end up waking up until morning.

         And now here he was, once again asleep while eating something. Your frustration was boiling over when an idea popped into your head. Smiling ever so subtly as Ace snapped his head back up, looking around to get his surroundings before going back to eating. You slip your foot out of your sandal, brushing against the man’s ankles across from you, the rough leather of his boots rubbing against your skin.

         Ace flashes a look at you, confused and was about to ask what was up when you trail up his leg. You continue to eat your own breakfast, ignoring Ace while someone asked your boyfriend why he was so quiet. Your foot moves to the edge of his shorts venturing closer as you hear his sharp inhale.

         You glance at Ace, offering him a smile before turning your head to continue a conversation. Putting pressure on the fabric of his crotch, feeling a twitch underneath. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Ace trying his best to remain aloof to those around him, a red tint dusting his freckles.

         People start clearing out of the mess hall, and you decide to follow the crowd, only after making sure Ace was fully hard. You couldn’t help but smirk when you hear him swear under his breath before standing up to do your duties for the day. “Bye babe. See you later,” You practically sing, tossing some of your hair over your shoulder as he stares at you with a heated look. You can’t help but laugh when you heard some others ask why Ace isn’t standing up, while he dances around the answer itself.

         At one point you passed by Ace in an empty hall and his eyes go wide before trapping you against the wall. “What was that this morn-“ Before he could finish his question you slammed your lips to his, arms snaking their way around his head as he turned to putty in your hands. You slid your foot up the wall, your knee rubbing against his crotch as he groaned.

         His hands roamed your body before leaning back, “Jesus Y/N. Let’s go somewhere more private.” His desperate tone with a spark in his eyes as he starts to nip at your neck.

         You let out a moan, tugging at his hair while you grind into his hard on. And just as his hands wrapped around you, you push him away with a playful smile, “Sorry hun, but we got things to do.” He looks at you, his mouth slightly ajar. You hurry around a corner, feeling the heat shoot towards you as he turns to fire to catch you.

         Just as you feel the warmth of flames brush against your arms, you dart through a door where a couple of crew members are playing poker. They see you get tackled to the ground by Ace and scold him for being harsh, another dragging him to join the table while you make your full escape.

         Ace catches up to you much later, an annoyed look on his face as he patiently waits for you to finish tying a knot, “What has gotten in to you Y/N? Do you think it’s fun to tease and run?” The pout placed on his face as cute as ever while you chuckle.

         Turning to face him, you wrap you arms around his waist, placing your head on his chest while looking up at him, he immediately wraps his arms around your back. “I’m sorry we keep getting interrupted,” You purr out, your fingertips running up and down the small of his back. He scoffs staring down, his face showing all his emotions of being torn between scolding you and fawning over you. You decide to put the final nail in the coffin as you lean up to his ear, “I just really need you Ace.” Your lips brushing against him as you try to pull away. His grip around you tightens and you feel his body heat up, you hear a couple crew members coming closer.

         Squirming a bit in his arms he lets out a laugh, “If you think I’m letting you escape again-“ He bends down, getting a better grip on you before flinging you over his shoulder with a smack to your ass, “You’re dead wrong.” You try to kick your legs to no avail as he starts walking.

         He tells you it’s no use and you finally give up, your elbows on his back while you hide your face in your hands, passing by numerous people. Some question you two while others whistle and you feel your embarrassment rise as Ace laughs that he has to teach you a lesson.

~~~

         He kicks the door shut while slamming you to the bed, the wind being knocked from your lungs for a second as he climbs on top of you. Holding both your hands in his above your head he sucks on your neck, while his knee rubs pressure against your crotch, his other hand going to un-do his belt. His dick already hard by the time he takes it out.

         “W-wait Ace. Slow down,” You moan as lifts you up just enough to rip off your shirt before latching onto when of your nipples. His eyes glare up at you with a devious look before sitting up.

He moves your wrists to be right in front of you while he wraps his belt around them tightly, “Oh I can be slow Firefly, if that’s what you want.” The lustful tone making your head light. He gives a good tug on your arms to make sure you won’t escape the confines before removing the rest of your clothes. Laying you back on the bed as his hands delicately spread your thighs, propping them on his own while his thumbs running patterns as they inch closer to your core.

The desire in you heating up as you look at Ace, and how enamored he is with your body, studying every inch of you. A hand on your hip, holding you down while the other is as close to your entrance without touching it. He outlines your fold with a delicate touch as you groan from the lack of friction. “Look how wet you are, how welcoming your body is,” He leans down, kissing your thigh, his lips trailing over your skin as he makes his way to your naval.

“Ace please,” You cry out in frustration, trying to thrust your hips up under his grip. He licks up your body, taking time to pay attention to both your nipples, your bound hands hooking over his neck the high he travels. You tug at his hair, his hands still rubbing circles into your hips.

Ace smirks into your skin as he continues his journey up to your ear, mimicking you earlier that day, “Aww, babe. I thought you wanted to go slow~” He heats up his hands, the hot touch making you arch as your pussy throbs, “So just be a good girl for me won’t you?” You let out a whine, only for it to be drowned out by Ace’s lips on yours.

The tip of his dick barely touching your soaking entrance, the warmth making you throb and try once again to thrust into him. You whimper at the emptiness, turning your head to beg Ace to hurry up. “Do you want me to fill your needy cunt?” His low whisper sending shivers down your spine.

“God Ace, please. I want you inside me~” You pull your arms down, pulling him closer to you. He hums into your skin, one of his hands going to his cock, letting the underside get coated by your slick. The subtle friction sending you over the edge, and yet still desiring more.

“What else do you want?” A lick to your ear as he slaps his dick on your clit, a moan escaping your lips as you try to angle your hips up. A leg wrapping around him in an attempt to force him inside you. The tip barely caressing your entrance, a needy gasp as so little is pressed inside before quickly vanishing. A small bite on your ear and a tighter grip on your hip, “And you always call me the impatient one.”

You cry Ace’s name as he ducks out of your arms, his hand now pressing down on the small of your stomach, aligning himself with you again as he sits up fully. You rest your arms on your chest, trying to control your breathing as he enters at an excruciatingly slow pace, stopping ever so often to feel how you squeeze around him.

You rock your hips side to side in vain, the leg around him not able to pull him closer while he cusses under his breath. “You’re so tight Y/N,” You whimper for more only to feel disappointed when he pulls out entirely. A frustrated cry leaving you as you meet his eyes, a smirk playing on his face, “You want more?” You nod your head desperately. “Well don’t say I never listen to you.”

You scream, his entire cock slamming into you without hesitation, his hips refusing to give way, getting as deep as he can without ever giving an inch to breathe. His hand going over your mouth, “You’re going to alert everyone on the ship.”

The muffled noise of your scream delighting Ace before he slowly pulls out. You wrap your bound hands around his wrist to try and get his hand away, and when that doesn’t work you pool your spit on your tongue before licking him. “Is that how it is?” He asks, moving his hand so that two of his fingers are now in your mouth keeping it open.

He thrusts into you deeply again, the harsh pressure sending a wave of pleasure before he slowly retreats again. You tongue flicking at his fingers as you let out another scream. He takes the opportunity to grab the wet appendage between his thumb and finger, pulling it out of your mouth as you slack your jaw. Your dazed, fucked out face, being one of the causes of Ace’s moans before spits on your tongue.

You flinch slightly at the contact, trying to retract back into your mouth, he allows you just enough time before shoving his own tongue down your throat at the same time he sets a fast pace. Your legs hooking around him completely.

His hands grabbing your waist with a slight burn as he fucks you into the mattress, your hands rubbing against his chest. Soon enough he pulls aways, your noses rubbing against each other with each thrust, “Where do you want me to cum?”

You mind starts to short-circuit as you think of where he could paint his seed before you finally decide, “F-face.” He leans back with a smile and half-lidded eyes, nodding as he reaches down to rub your clit. Another wave of pleasure shivering through your body as a different type of moan escapes your lips.

It’s not long before you’re pulsing around his dick, your head pressed against the pillow as your entire body tenses up, praises of how good Ace feels escaping your lips. His pace not relenting after the fact, your body overwhelmed as you bring your wrists to your mouth, biting into the belt wrapped around them to try and quiet yourself, your knuckles turning white while your eyes roll into the back.

You finally let out a moan of relief when he pulls out of you, quickly ripping your arms away from his face while pumping his cock closer to your face. You barely have the sense to open your mouth, extending your tongue. Shots of white hitting your face, narrowly missing your eyes as some drips into your mouth. The hot, thick, liquid feeling like heaven as your eyes travel up to see your panting boyfriend above you.

You aren’t sure what’s going through his mind, but can’t help but feel excited with how he studies you, one of his hands going to rub the cum into your cheek, your head nuzzling into the touch while he smiles at the display.

~~~

         Ace is laying next to you, massaging the red marks on your wrists from where his belt was wound around. He was leaning against the headboard while you were sitting between his legs, your back cuddled into his chest, his head resting on top of your own. “Was this because I passed out last night?” He asks, nuzzling his nose into your hair before breathing in deeply.

         You hum, leaning into his touch, “You didn’t even apologize.” The pout the plays on your face can be heard in your voice. Ace leans down to place a peck on your cheek.

         “So you tease me all day?” You mutter a you deserved it before turning your head to get a proper kiss.

[eczlipse]

ICE SKATING DATE - P.S.H

summary : after a while, your boyfriend finally agrees on bringing you to his old skating rink.

pairing : boyfriend!sunghoon x girly!femreader

genre : fluff, quality time with your boyfriend ++ established relationship.

warnings : nicknames (baby, hun, princess ++) .. kisses— lowercase intended.

wc : 1.5k

after months of begging, your boyfriend had finally decided to bring you over to his old skating rink. he had always declined before hand— not to be mean, more willingly because of your safety. eventually, since you wouldn’t stop nagging about it he gave in.

sunghoon failed to make it seem like he didn’t think it was a big deal— he’d gone overboard and bought you figure skates along with leggings and fuzzy socks. he was definitely more excited than you were internally.

- here, hun. these’ll keep you warm…

he hummed as he handed you your gift. you smiled up at him and put them on. the both of you got ready together and packed some things for your date. sunghoon made sure to pack any snacks you may have needed there as well as extra mittens. it had already been past 11pm, and the both of you weren’t tired at all.

you both began walking out of your shared apartment as sunghoon closed the door behind you, holding your needs. taking the elevator down, you couldn’t help but ask him a question.

- is anyone else gonna’ be there?

you smiled, he tugged onto your scarf, looking down at you and answered.

- no, just the two of us. i might’ve booked it for us only tonight—

at that you squealed into your boyfriends arms. he was perfect, he never missed to surprise you in anyway and he was so caring. this surprise just made you even more excited.

- oh my god! really? hoonie you’re perfect—

the elevator then opened letting you two out and walking to the car. he then placed your things in the backseat. then, opening your car door, letting you sit first followed by himself. you smiled at his act of service as he started the car.

the car ride was quiet, you had taken a small nap to gather more of your energy whilst your boyfriend did the hard work of driving in the dark. upon arrival, you couldn’t help but notice how huge the building had been. making you wonder how the rink would look. sunghoon guided you to the entrance, then brought you over to the changing room.

- uh— this is it , this is where i used to change all the time.

he recalled while placing your things down. he sat down next you and began tying up his skates.

- i can’t believe you’re really letting me see this, babe. this is all so interesting.

you hummed at him, staring at him for a moment then blankly at your skates. sunghoon then realized you were a rookie at this, you wouldn’t know how to tie on your skates properly—

- ahh, do you need help? i’ll help you.

he kneeled down to you and began putting the figure skates on your feet. untying and retying it tightly, he made sure they’d be tight enough to your liking. a smile lit up on your face as he looked up at you every now and then, verifying if you were comfortable. god, he was perfect.

- thank you, you really are the best!

you said softly. after a couple seconds, you attempted to stand up��� you had almost fell, grabbing onto his tall figures jacket, you yelped.

- okay now, how am i supposed to make it to the rink babe.

you chuckled, still holding your grip on him. he couldn’t help but laugh at your behaviour a bit— you were so adorable to him, the way you acted, your beauty and especially that laugh of yours.

- how bout’— i carry you there, hm? that good enough for you, princess?

he cooed, as he bent over for a piggyback. you playfully hopped on and whispered him a little ‘thank you’ in his ear making him smile even more. you weren’t heavy to him, your small frame made it easier for him to touch you in any way physically as well as having fun with you.

as you both arrived to the ice, he set you down on the concrete slab infront of of the ice. he held your hand tightly before making any sudden movement.

- you ready ?

he smiled at you, grip tightening on your hand.

- i— um, yes okay. please guide me ?

you stuttered. at that he brought himself and your legs to the ice. you held onto his hand in order not to slip and fall. he glided around as you held the hem of his coat, forcing you to follow along. your body couldn’t let you move, you’d been to scared to even take a step— or at least glide on the ice.

your boyfriend skated infront of you and took out his hands, indicating you to hold on to both of them. you placed your hands in his as he slowly backed himself up, getting you to take ‘baby’ steps.

- try and follow my lead, slowly take some mini steps— okay?

he spoke softly, you nodded and began attempting to glide a bit. you held onto him tighter if you felt as if you would fumble or slip— as you slowly got used to the feeling of the ice, he let your hands go sending a wave of surprise through your body and a smile forming on his lips.

you attempted to keep going towards him, smiling between each step you took. he then pulled out his phone and took a couple cute pictures of you, you posed and laughed. sunghoon couldn’t help but laugh at you too, he glided in front of you and took your arm. you followed his lead because, obviously he was the professional.

- i think i’m getting better honestly.

you chuckled as you glided away with him almost slipping.

- hm’ yeah i think so too… sure—

- are you mocking me ?

you cocked your head,

- no’ you just aren’t a pro yet, babe.

he laughed to himself and at you.

- i’ll literally do a spin right now— let me go!

you skated away rolling your eyes.

- be careful—

before he could finish his sentence, you attempted to do a turn. you honestly had just shifted your body slowly in a 360, hands in a pirouette position. then you glided right back into his arms.

- are you proud of yourself?

- i think i did pretty good, if i say so myself.

you gave him a smug look after that ‘performance’ of yours. he laughed at himself and spoke again,

- i mean wow, you might actually be better than i thought. guess i have some competition now, hm?

you nodded at him confidently, crossing your arms.

- now you do something cool ! go, i wanna see you twirl.

you empathized on the ‘twirl’ as he brought himself away from you. your beautiful boyfriend then began spinning casually and into a sit spin. his skills shocked you, you gasped a hand covering your mouth. he slowed himself down and got back up next to you.

- that was, beautifully done oh my—

- told ya’

he winked playfully at you. sunghoon then cupped your face and leaned in, feeling your soft skin. your lips met, as the initial touch of our mouths sent a shiver down your spine. the kiss deepened, as he pulled you a little closer. your bodies pressed tightly against each other. the cold air outside being forgotten, as the warmth between you grew intense.

you shared this intimate moment on the ice, surrounded by nothing but the sound of your heavy breaths and the occasional soft laughters.

- you’re perfect,

he said, you couldn’t help but blush at his words and cover your face. you slapped him playfully and hugged him.

- do you want to go home ? get some hot chocolate ?

he asked you, rubbing his thumb on your cheek, staring at you very lovingly.

- mm’ sure. let’s stay a while though, i like this.

you smiled. after a while you both skat around and got tired as time passed by. you then mutually decided to go ahead and go back in the changing rooms to prepare yourselves to go back home.

- this was so fun, let’s do it again soon! please ?

you cheered while getting your boots back on.

- of course, anything for you.

he hummed, carrying all of your things as he opened the door for you.

you both made your way to the car and made a stop near a small coffee shop, luckily it was still opened.

- hey, can we please get two medium hot chocolates please ?

he asked, the cashier hummed and within a few minutes he gave you both your hot chocolates.

your boyfriend and you spent your time in the car rambling about his old skating buddies, life and more. you listened carefully to what he said and each detail. at some point, he eventually drove into the apartment's parking area and got out, opening the door for you. as you got home, you both took off your winter clothes and plopped yourselves on the sofa. you cuddled him, while trying to find a movie to watch to end the perfect night you had both spent together.

[dreamingunderacloudysky]

This is a little specific but could i request some fluffy sfw romantic headcanons for recovered/rescued Curly? I see a lot of interpretations and I crush so hard on him, especially ladonb.kokosa’s version on tiktok, but there aren’t a lot of fics where he’s not previously married to the reader.

So I’d really appreciate first-time-meeting(?) and gn reader for him if it’s not too much. Ty <3

Ofc! Can't promise how much you'll like it but here hun enjoy ☁️

First Introduction HCs | Curly

You are an astronomer working for Pony Express, and you've received an order to go on a several hundred-day venture on the Tulpar.

You still have a couple of weeks before being required to board the vessel, but you still need to meet the captain of the ship, Captain Curly. Questions was where to find him.

With your occupation, you resided in your astral observatory, takes notes of anomalies that could jeopardize Pony Express' transits across space on late night shifts.

A knock at your door nearly sends you off your stool and into a table laden with star charts. At the door is the captain, who looks like he has a spiel ready on the tongue but immediately loses any semblance of script when his cerulean eyes dust across you.

Anya speech you had prepared also seems to die as you take in his broad shoulders, his messy blonde hair, and his strange but charming sideburns.

Curly seems to break out of his stupor and offers his hand "Hey sorry, it's not often I see an astronomer who looks better than the stars themselves" Curly lends you an awkward smile but even that in itself sends a wave of warmth across your face.

You shake his hand, and instead of letting go right away, you drag him into your observatory. "The pleasure is mine Captain, now that introductions are in order, would you like to take a peek at the voyage route I have planned for the Tulpar?"

What should've been a small discussion on strategy turned into letting Curly use the massive telescope and explaining Pluto's moon, Xena, or the concept of redshift. Curly loved every minute of it and how you animatedly went about various theories and proceeded to show him your sketch book of the constellations.

Eventually, this became a weekly Curly ordering pizza, and bringing it up to you on the late nights, he decided to visit you, insisting he had to "Take good care of his crew." But the two of you knew this was quickly growing into something more.

On the night before the voyage, you had your bags packed up and ready to go, and Curly, waiting at the door wanted to say his goodnight before he left to sleep for the night.

As you approached, he seemed slightly nervous, but meeting your gaze, he seemed straight up. "You know, I need a co-pilot too? If you're up to the position? I could use some one of your er... expertise?" You already knew why he wanted you as captain; the two of you have been hitting it off for a couple of weeks, but you lean on your toes to gently kiss his cheek. "Of course, captain, I'd be honored to" his hand slides down your shoulder and takes one of your hands in his and presses something metallic into it before curling your fingers around it, laying a kiss to the back of your knuckles "Then see you tomorrow partner" his hand leaves yours, grabbing the door, he winks before sliding the door shut

Looking down, you open your hand to see a music box with the solar system etched into the lid of the box

[reingkings]

Reinggggg I just read your last three ask responses and I wanted to say that you just have the loveliest, big-brained Inhun thoughts.

I love your references to In-ho’s passion for art. The “Creation of Adam” is so neat. Expanding on that, and sorry the imagery is not exactly there, but I could also see Gi-hun down in the rain and mud, embodying Adam and symbolizing humanity and the persistence of hope. Whereas, In-ho, standing so high above him, essentially gets painted as this god-like figure and therefore, far removed from humanity. What do you think of this moment as an impetus for In-ho’s fascination with Gi-hun because of the subconscious urge to reconnect with humanity?

Tying this idea to season 2, I think In-ho consciously joins (or should I say descends into? Keep the metaphor going) the games to stop Gi-hun’s plan and to prove him wrong. Yet, there’s so many moments where he seems to get pulled into the act; cheering along with his team members, defending Gi-hun, giving Jun-hee his milk carton. I think Byung-hun mentions this in his interview, but I think, inadvertently, joining the games reminds him of what it felt like to be a player again i.e. awakening more empathetic, human emotions. 

Sorry if this doesn’t make a lot of sense, I don’t write media analysis very often haha, but I’ve really enjoyed reading yours.

Thank you so much you are so sweet <3

As for the rain scene I actually did have a few more thoughts on it but only really guesses– because again we never really get to perceive In-ho when he is the Frontman but here is some of what I guessed. I didn’t include it in the other post bc I thought it would get too long.

One point I mentioned was that I didn’t think In-ho regards VIPs too highly. To expand on that let’s examine parallels between two scenes:

Both are “horse” races. One is for the rich and the other the poor. In-ho clearly has no respect for gamblers – he lets them die every year – and I think the same attitude applies to the richer gamblers too.

The only one he shows respect for? Oh Il-nam. And I believe that’s because he created the games. So he’s not just a “gambler” but a creator/god.

Mind you this scene has another parallel. That beingJun-ho and In-ho’s scene:

He gives Jun-ho very little time to process but when Jun-ho shakes his head, he immediately switches to shooting him. Bro give him a sec.

And so when In-ho sees this, where Gi-hun went from angry to forgiving:

It’s kind of like a Hades and Persephone moment? In-ho views himself as above the human greed on display from both classes, but he doesn’t think anyone else is above it. And yet here is Gi-hun, passing a morality that no else has ever passed, offering Sang-woo life where In-ho can only offer death.

But also, in that moment Gi-hun is not only In-ho’s equal (not like the greedy trash humans) but I think maybe he wants to be Sang-woo? Like subconsciously maybe wondering if he were in that vulnerable moment if Gi-hun would hold out his hand? So he takes off his mask in the limo.

(I also do agree Gi-hun also symbolizes the kindness in humanity too sorry just writing this with the shipping lense).

As for him having his humans emotions reawakened I think they definitely do but the question is when bc some of those actions are definitely manipulation 😭 I wish I could work into that twisted little head of his.

[izzyfishie]

What do u think Squid Game characters favourite fish would be?

(Sorry for odd question lol just desperately trying to connect my only 2 interests rn xD)

hello!! good question + ty for the ask, i love fish 🐠 aquatic science my beloved 👊

in-ho: ofc he loves his fish; i believe somebody said they were platies?

sang-woo: blue marlin or (idk they arent quite fish but) some type of jellyfish!!

gi-hun: oh man idek 😭 maybe a goldfish? catfish? unsure

ali: king mackerel. not sure why just The Vibes

ji-yeong: SANDBAR SHARK!! i can get behind her being a shark girlie

sae-byeok: butterflyfish like me :]

jun-ho: like in-ho, platies

mi-nyeo: betta fish (siamese fighting fish)

deok-su: oyster toadfish /hj

jun-hee: princess parrotfish 💗

dae-ho: swordfish

jung-bae: catfish (unsure what specific type)

woo-seok: dottyback

seon-nyeo: barracuda

[lullxby]

can you write a frank zhang x reader where reader is a daughter of venus/aphrodite and super flirty (especially and specifically with him) and he's like totally in love with reader and is super obvious lol but thinks reader likes someone else because of how they are yk please

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ OBLIVIOUS (f.z.)

summary : in which two demigods pine over each other, wishing the other would realize.

w.c. : about .7k

a/n : i loved writing this, ty for the request hun!! enjoy!

wattpad: poet1cmystery

warning(s) : none!

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frank zhang was nothing if not oblivious. he saw your confident personality with others, and despite your constant flirting with him, made out to believe you liked someone else.

you could have anyone, he had told himself, why would you want him.

but there you were, sitting right next to him, your legs tossed over his thighs. he just thought you liked being his friend, nothing more

but how he wished it was something more.

he’d never admit it, he’d never express his love for you. he’d never tell you how he could never get mad at how, he’d never tell you how just your presence brought a smile to his face.

how much he smiled when someone mentioned your name.

he liked what you did now, how you were still all over him. if things would just be like this for the rest of his life, without any hint of a relationship, he’d be fine.

that’s what he told himself.

meanwhile, you thought he didn’t like you at all. despite how he’d let you have his seat if it was crowded, or would be the first to make sure you were okay if you looked upset, you thought he disliked you.

in your mind, you had been so painfully obvious about your feelings for him that the only logical reason he didn’t reciprocate it was because he secretly didn’t like you.

despite being openly flirty with him, you expected him to make the first move. so, you didn’t ask him out. plus, it’d be highly embarrassing if he rejected you. you weren’t one to get nervous like this about affairs of the heart, but you really liked him.

so here you were, sitting against a large tree at the camp, watching the sunset. you were curled up in his sweatshirt, the fabric hanging off of you.

he wouldn’t let you know how much he loved the sight of it.

you were deep in thought, too spaced out to notice his staring. if he didn’t like you, why would he give you his sweatshirt? he could just be being friendly, but you never saw him do that with any of his other friends.

you needed to speak up. if he rejected you, he rejected you. but if you didn’t talk to him about your feelings, you’d always be wondering what could have been.

“frank?” you called out softly, turning your body towards him.

he hummed in response, trying to act like he hadn’t just been staring into the depths of your soul. if he were a cartoon character, he’d have hearts in his eyes.

you hadn’t thought over your exact words, so you decided to just be blunt.

“i like you, like, as more than a friend,” you explained, watching his face closely for any sign of a reaction.

his mouth fell open slightly. he couldn’t believe what you had just said. there was no way you just…

“are you kidding?” he asked, his eyes wide.

you took that as rejection, your tone changing more into a slightly frustrated one. obviously you weren’t kidding. still, there were nicer ways to reject you. what happened to letting people down easy?

he noticed your mood change, and mentally slapped himself for how rude that sounded.

“no, no i-“ there was no use explaining. he didn’t know how to formulate the thought either.

so, the boy went against everything else he knew. he leaned forward, using one hand to cup your face, bringing you closer as he pressed his lips to yours.

the kiss was short, but it said all unsaid feelings. you pulled away a bit, a smile on your face, your cheeks heating up as if it were your first kiss again.

frank knew now was the time to speak his feelings. he couldn’t just kiss you to replace the question.

“can i be your boyfriend?” he asked sweetly, a smile on his face, mirroring your expression.

“i’d like that,” you responded, nodding.

you leaned forward again, pressing another kiss to his lips. you had waited so long to do this.

and there you two stayed the night, surprisingly not getting caught.

the sun disappeared behind you, barely of notice as the stars rose in the sky.

frank zhang taglist: lmk if you’d like to be added!

lace dividers made by h-aewo!

[sweetcherriexs]

another one?; f.o.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽fluff☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

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Finneas let out a small sigh as he stretched in his chair, grunting softly before he sat up right again and rubbed his tired eyes with his fingers. "Gosh" He muttered as he opened his eyes once more and looked at the monitor in front of him.

Suddenly, the door if his studio opened and moments later, he felt two hands on his shoulders from behind him. "Hey, babe" You whispered as you squeezed and massaged his shoulders and he relaxed, leaning back in his chair and tilting his head up to look at you.

"mm...hi, hun" He smiled sweetly at you.

You smiled back and leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before stepping back. "I... have a surprise for youuu" You chuckled coyly.

Finneas stood up with a grunt and raised his brows at you, pushing a hand through his hair. "Oh yeah?" He hummed."What is it?" He stopped in front of you, hands reaching out and resting on your hips.

"Well, it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now would it?"

He laughs heartly and shakes his head, pulling you flush against his own body. "okay, okay" He mumbles, burying his face into the crook of your neck. "show me then" He mumbles once more, his lips kissing her skin of your neck.

You roll your eyes and push him away gently, grabbing his hand. "come on!" You begin walking out of the studio, giggling to yourself while Finneas followed you with a stupid grin plastered on his face.

You glance back at him occasionally, eyes glinting as you finally arrive to the living room "okay... so it's just right outside" you say slowly and reach into your pocket, pulling out a blindfold and wiggling your eyebrows.

Finneas raised his own and crossed his arms over his chest with a sigh. "what'chu wanna do with that, baby?" He asked with a slight mischief in his voice, a smirk on his lips.

"what it's used for, dummy" you said in a 'duh' tone with a roll of your eyes, walking up to him once more and placing the blindfold over his eyes, tying it on the back of his head. "done!" you grabbed his hand again and begin guiding him to the sliding glass doors leading to the two of you's terrace.

once outside, you stoppped in the middle of the wooden platform of the terrace. You turned to him, placing your hands on his biceps. "wait here" you say quickly before stepping away from him.

he waited for a couple of beats before he could feel your presence in front of him again and awaited your next instruction. "alright, take off the blind fold!" you said in an excited tone.

Finneas chuckled softly and reached up to his face, pushing the blindfold up and taking it off, blinking a couple of times to get used to the bright light of the sun before his eyes fell on you and his jaw dropped.

"oh.my.god."

He slapped a hand to his mouth, almost jumping with excitement as he looked at the fluffy puppy settled in your arms, tongue out and looking at him intently and with curiosity.

"babe, is that-"

"it is a norwegian elkhound!"

His jaw fell to the floor once more and he squealed, throwing his arms open. "oh my god, lemme hold him"

You grinned at his excitement and held out the puppy for Finneas to take. He bit his lip, hugging the puppy to his chest with babbling sounds, and you can't help laughing at him.

"Goodness, he is so handsome" He grinned and laughed, throwing his head back before looking back at you. "what's his name?"

You shrugged at his question, watching as the puppy licks his bearded face. "he is barely a few weeks old. we get to name him"

Finneas' eyes widened and you could see his pupils dilate. "we do?! that's so amazing. Peaches is gonna love him! I cant believe you got another dog!" He said before looking back at the puppy and lifting it in the air, moving it around with a big smile etched on his face while you watched with adoration and love swelling in your chest at the sight.

[colesluvr]

Hiya idk if your request are still open but can I please request the ninja X male reader headcanons for the ninja being little spoons during cuddles

Cuddle Bugs | Ninja X Male Reader

HEYO ANON!! ty for this request, this was so cute! loved the idea. sorry they seem rushed and short, i'm not amazing with detail lmaoo. lloyd's is my favorite by far lol.

KAI ★

"Y/NNNNN~" Kai voice caught your attention. Poking your head up from your phone screen as you sat comfortably on your bed sheets, Kai entered your room.

He was bruised and his hair was a mess. Now you know he's out of it because he would never leave his hair a mess like that and walk around like he owned the place.

"Kai?" You smiled to your boyfriend as he followed the door slam shit. He leaned his forehead against the door and stood there for about 10 seconds. You smiled as you watched it all.

Suddenly he leaned back and made his way toward you, ever so slowly.

"Baby?" You called. He made a hum noise as he landed basically on top of you, causing you to let out a laugh as he got comfortable on you.

"You're warm~" He mummered into your chest, gripping your shirt and basically suffocating himself into your chest. You threw your head back and laughed.

"Long day?" You asked after seconds of silence. You could feel his head nod into your chest.

You wrapped your leg around his, trapping you both in a tangled cuddle. You kissed the top of his head gently as he relaxed in yout touch, soon falling asleep.

JAY ★

You didn't even get a warning, not even a tap on the shoulder. You were tackled to the bed in Jay's room while you were trying just grab one of comic's to give back to Lloyd, but nope, here you were pinned to Jay's bed with him hugging you like his life depended on it.

You screamed at the sudden tackle, but once you reached the bed you noticed Jay had his face buried into your neck.

Now you knew your boyfriend loved his daily dose o cuddles, I mean how could you not, he's on you everyday. However, he made this feel different somehow.

It looked like he just died on top of you, "Jay?" you questioned yur boyfriend who mummble something into your neck, tickling you a little.

You giggled at his response and bend your neck to the side to see if he'll move, but he only followed in suite.

"Jaahay!" You chuckled, his face tickling you still. You felt his lips give your neck a few kisses before he leaned up and looked down at you.

"Sorry, You just remind me so much like my pillow. I couldn't help myself but just make myself comfortable, cutie."

You rolled your eyes, "Sorry, but I'm not your kissing pillow."

"Shut up." He mumbled into your neck again, wrapping his legs around your wasit, clinging onto you like a koala.

"Cuddle Bug." You chuckled, closing your eyes noticing Jay fell asleep on you, again.

COLE ★

"Okay, Papa Bear, get off me, I gotta use the bathroom." This only reponsed with Cole squeezing you harder as he had you in a cuddle trap.

You playfully smack his back to see if that will get him to move, but, "Thahat feels good," You scoffed and laid back down in defeat. Cole had you in a position on the bed making him cuddle all up in your arms so you couldn't move unless he moved.

"Dude, I'm gonna pee my fucking pahants!" You laughed as you tried to push your boyfriend off, but to no avail.

"Not my problem."

"Well, Ill make it your problem by pissing all over the bed," Cole gave you a 'fuck you' look as he whined into your chest soon after and rolled off of you and back onto the matress.

You thanked the First Spintijzu Master as you got off the bed, "When you get back I excpet twice as more cuddles then I gave you."

"You'll just have to come and get me, Cuddle Bug." And you left to use the bathroom, not expecting a chase as soon as you came out.

ZANE ★

"Did you activate a switch causing you do this, hun?" You asked your Nindroid boyfriend who was cuddle against you comfortably. You had your arms wrapped around his neck as his legs were tangled with yours, both of your foreheads touching.

"I just really, really, missed you." Was his only reply as you chuckled.

"So, how was your day?" You asked, thinking to strike uo a conversation in order to keep it not so quiet.

"Horrible until I fell into your arms."

"Who the fuck taught you that? Was it Kai, I bet 10$ it ws Kai-"

"Y/N" Zane cuts you off by grabbing your cheek, "Just enjoy the moment. You and I both need this right now."

You felt your cheeks turn red as he rubbed your chest, causing you to somewhat relax.

You smiled softly, kissing the top of his head. "Sure thing, hun."

LLOYD ★

"You smell good," Lloyd said after a moment of silence. He was in your arms, refusing to ever let go, well, not at least for a good while. "Really? Like what?" You replied, stroking your boyfriend's hair. He thought for a moment,

"Butter."

"Butter?" You laughed at the random answer Lloyd had gave you. He nods into your chest. "Why butter? What, do I smell like cheese?"

"I just loove butter." Lloyd spoke quiety, tighting his grip around you like he was hanging off the edge of a cliff.

You laughed at Lloyds state, "Man, you sound drunk." You cupped his cheeks to look at you. His eyes were droppy like he was just falling asleep. You sniffed him and smiled, "You smell like butter," and stuck your tounge out at him.

Lloyd smiled, "I guess we both smell like cheese," and his head was back into your chest.

You laughed for a short while before hearing small snores escape Lloyd.

You went back to stroking his hair before falling asleep yourself.

[wally-darling-hyperfixation]

Hey I was wondering if I could make a request! It’s for Wally :3

you see I was wondering in you’re actor au fic w/ Wally, what would be peoples opinion on a human and a puppet dating? Would it be taboo? Or maybe just uncommon? I had this question on my mind since I love you’re actor au fic!! And I seen you’re requests we’re open I thought id ask the question. Ty!! Hope you have a lovely day!! <3

Well hun. I do think it would be considered taboo. It would be like back in the day when people were really racist. You couldn’t be with anyone except for your own ethnicity. So if a human starts dating a puppet it would be a big spectacle and cause a lot of drama and chaos. If reader does end up with Wally. They are going to have to be in a secret relationship because if not. Wally may lose them forever because of the spotlight. And well I don’t think Wally wants to lose them forever. This is honestly the first time he had strong feelings for anyone besides anger and friendship. Much less a human. I doubt he would want to throw that away. So it would be like a secret relationship until things get better and then finally. If they do get together, they can live in peace with the person they love in society

Hope that helps a bit with wondering what I’m thinking

Goodnight darlings from me to you

[setrija-nibelungenfangirl]

Day 12

Favorite scene/line

That’s a hard question since they are so many great and enjoyable scenes. I admit that I am very biased towards any scene featuring Hagen.

In enjoy the council scenes, in which king Gunther hears the council of his men to decide the next course of action: about Siegfried’s death (865–876), about Etzel’s courtship of Kriemhild (1202–1214) and about Kriemhild’s invitation (1457–1473). I enjoy the back and forth of arguments and how we get a little glimpse into everybody’s mindset. Aventiure 25 and its Hagen solo adventure is also great entertainment. And the whole drama unfolding at Etzel’s court is just peak literature.

Some of my top tier favourite scenes are definitely the dialogue scenes between Hagen and Kriemhild in aventiure 28 and 29 and their final scene in aventiure 39. Those scenes feel like rhetorical chess games – Hagen and Kriemhild using and abusing symbols and the conventions of courtly etiquette in order to provoke the other as well as Hagen twisting Kriemhild’s words to counter her provocations and to humiliate her. It’s amazing what of a silver tongue he has, and I absolutely love the defiance he demonstrates in these scenes. Finally, their last scene together in aventiure 39 is an amazing climax for this tragic and dark story with very strong imagery.

I analyzed Hagen and Kriemhild’s dialogue scenes in aventiure 28 and 29 for a term paper some years ago. That’s probably also a big reason why I’ve come to like them so much.

For anybody who might be interested, I included an English translation of my analyses under the cut (very long text post incoming):

At the court of the Huns, Hagen and Kriemhild openly demonstrate their enmity towards each other. They provoke each other, break courtly conventions and both pursue the goal to trigger an irreversible conflict between the Burgundians and the Huns (Weydt 1980, p. 100).

Arrival of the Burgundians at the court of the Huns – 1st dialogue between Hagen and Kriemhild (1737–1749)

When the Burgundians arrive at the court of the Huns, Kriemhild already provokes them by her greeting: by kissing only Giselher (1737,1–3), she distinguishes between friend and foe among the Burgundians and turns the otherwise peacemaking effect of the greeting into one of aggression (Müller 1998, p. 377).

Hagen responds by tying his helmet tightly (1737,4) – a gesture, that shows Kriemhild, that he sees through her hostile intentions, and which demonstrates to her and the Burgundians his willingness to fight (Heinzle 2021, pp. 1393–1394; Botschan 2009, p. 67). By publicly criticizing Kriemhild's greeting (1738), he once again verbally draws the Burgundians' attention to the threat posed by Kriemhild (Weydt 1980, p. 103).

Kriemhild again provokes Hagen – now directly – when she explicitly excludes him from her welcome greeting and her friendship (1739,1–2) and by her implicit question (1739,3–4) she publicly addresses the yet unpunished robbery of the Nibelung hoard by Hagen (Weydt 1980, p. 103).

Hagen in turn exposes Kriemhild with his ironic reply (1740), by twisting Kriemhild's words and playing the ignorant: he deliberately understands Kriemhild's question literally and pretends that she is dependent on gifts from her guests and, as queen, wants to receive gifts from someone of a lower rank which would be a special honour for him. On the surface Hagen remains on the level of courtly convention, but at the same time subverts it by using non-actual speech to hurtfully offend and provoke his dialogue partner (Müller 1998, p. 416; Botschan 2009, p. 67).

By feigning ignorance, he forces Kriemhild to ask directly about the hoard (1741,2) (Müller 1998, p. 416). She thus publicly confronts Hagen with his guilt: the theft of the Nibelung hoard.

After the explicit demand for the hoard, Hagen also leaves the level of non-actual speech (1742). In his reply, he presents the sinking of the hoard as the will of his kings (1742,3) – he justifies the sinking of the hoard on the basis of his vassalage duties and distances himself from a sole apportionment of blame (Weydt 1980, p. 104; Botschan 2009, p. 67). Kriemhild then laments once again the injustice done to her and her resulting grief (1743,3–4) and emphasises Hagen's unwillingness to make amends (1743,1–2).

Hagen responds to Kriemhild's complaint with scorn and aggression, for he openly insults her: ‘Jâ bringe ich iu den tiuvel’ (1744,1). He again deliberately misunderstands Kriemhild's words and presents the return of the stolen hoard as a problem of transportation (Müller 1998, p. 417). Thus he leads into a list of the armour and weapons that he had to carry instead of the hoard (1744,2–4). The list of weapons is a renewed signal of his readiness to fight and his knowledge of an inevitable violent confrontation at the court of the Huns as well as a simultaneous threat (Armstrong 1979, p. 160; Botschan 2009, p. 68).

Kriemhild responds to Hagen's cue. She breaks off the argument with Hagen in order to demand that her guests surrender their weapons (1745,2–3). Hagen uses Kriemhild's demand for weapons to publicly express his mistrust once again (Weydt 1980, p. 105). With scorn and aggression, which he again disguises as politeness, he rejects Kriemhild's demand (1745,4–1746). Once again, he reduces Kriemhild's words to their literal meaning (1745,3: that one should give [ûf geben] her the weapons directly into her hands), whereby Kriemhild's proposed gesture is exaggerated in its politeness. Again, he reinterprets Kriemhild's words as a supposedly special honour for him (1746,1). As a supposedly well-mannered knight, he refuses to hand over his weapons, referring to the difference in rank between him and Queen Kriemhild (1746,3–4) (it would be too much of an honour for a knight like him, if a queen like Kriemhild carried his weapons away with her own hands) (Müller 1998, p. 417; Botschan 2009, p. 67).

Kriemhild interprets Hagen's words as a threat and complains that the Burgundians have been warned (1747). With her words, she turns away from Hagen as an interlocutor and ends the first dialogue between the two. When she leaves the scene of the conversation (1749) in shame after Dietrich's rebuke (1748), she walks away from the dialogue as the loser.

Confrontation in front of Kriemhild's hall – 2nd dialogue between Hagen and Kriemhild (1760–1799)

In Aventiure 29, Hagen and Kriemhild have the opportunity to settle their conflict freely in the absence of their respective personal organisations. After the first argument in Aventiure 28, the conflict between the two is intensified once again (Botschan 2009, p. 76).

The renewed conflict begins when Hagen, together with Volker, gets away from the rest of the Burgundians to sit provocatively on a bench opposite one of Kriemhild's halls (1760–1761). Hagen and Volker are referred to as ‘übermüeten helde’ (1762,2), by which is meant either their audacity as warriors or Hagen's presumptuous attitude (Botschan 2009, p. 73).

The sight of Hagen reminds Kriemhild of her suffering and makes her weep (1763,1). She responds to Hagen's provocation, mobilises her Hunnish retinue (1763–1765), openly calls for the murder of Hagen (1765,4) and goes to Hagen with the sign of her royal rule (= her crown) (1770,4). This makes Hagen's subsequent provocations towards Kriemhild even greater, since she appears before him as a representative of the Hunnish court (Heinzle 2021, p. 1399). She publicly wants to uncover Hagen's guilt for Siegfried's death and have his wrongdoing punished (1771) (Müller 1998, p. 291).

Hagen speaks ‘in zornes muote’ (1776,1) [= in anger] when Volker addresses him about the armed Huns (1773–1775) – probably a reaction to Kriemhild's murder plan and violation of rights or a heroic affect in view of an impending battle (Botschan 2009, p. 74; Müller 1998, p. 208).

When Kriemhild approaches the two men, Hagen rejects the courtly norm (1781–1782), which is represented in the scene by Volker (1780), by not standing up in front of the queen and thus not honouring her – a serious insult (Müller 1998, p. 420; Botschan 2009, p. 75). His refusal to honour her reflects Kriemhild's provocative greeting (1737) in their first conversation (Holzhauer 1997, p. 133) and continues the chain of provocations between the two. As already after Siegfried's death (1001,4), Hagen expresses his disdain for Kriemhild (1782,4). He does not honour her status with the reason that she is ‘gehaz’ (1782,2) towards him [= she hates him / sees him as her enemy], and he no longer sees her as part of his own personal association, but only as the wife of Etzel (1782,4) (Botschan 2009, p. 75).

Hagen adds another provocative gesture to his first when he demonstratively places the sword Balmung over his legs (1783,1–3) in order to hurt Kriemhild (1784,4). He is labelled with the attribute ‘übermüete’ (1783,1) while doing so. Übermüete here probably refers to Hagen's self-assured pride and his martial audacity, which forbid him to deny his deed – just as Kriemhild had predicted before the confrontation (1771,3: ‘ich weiz in sô übermüeten, daz er mir lougent niht’). Another appropriate translation would be to interpret übermüete in the sense of presumptuousness, arrogance in view of Hagen's serious provocation (Heinzle 2021, p. 1401). The showing of the sword anticipates Hagen's verbal confession of murder and is at the same time a gesture of threat.

Kriemhild begins the conversation with a vîentlîchen gruoz (1786,4) [= hostile greeting]. She challenges Hagen with her question (1787,1–3) and insultingly presents him as an uninvited guest (1787,1). Hagen initially does not respond to the provocation, instead he responds in the spirit of his role as a serving vassal and remains on the level of the seemingly polite (1788) (Armstrong 1979, p. 161; Weydt 1980, p. 108).

Kriemhild then confronts Hagen directly with the accusation of murder (1789,3). Hagen openly confesses to the murder of Siegfried (1790,2) and gives as his reason ‘daz diu schoene Kriemhilt die vroun Brünhilden schalt’ (1790,4) [= that the beautiful Kriemhild reviled lady Brunhild]. He thus presents Siegfried's murder as a consequence of Kriemhild's actions and Kriemhild as partly responsible for Siegfried's death (Weydt 1980, p. 108). His previously gestural confession of murder is now confirmed verbally. The directness of Hagen's confession of murder represents a break with courtly norms, a mockery of the courtly code (Müller 1998, p. 420), and once again explicitly demonstrates Hagen's lack of remorse for his offence.

Hagen continues to provoke. He presents himself as the sole culprit (1791,1–2) and thus plays into Kriemhild's view, who focusses her desire for revenge on Hagen as the main culprit. With his words ‘nû rech ez, swer der welle’ (1791,3), he challenges a conflict of arms. It is also an expression of his pride and audacity when he presents himself as a warrior who is not afraid of the consequences of his actions.

After Hagen's confession, Kriemhild again calls on her men to take revenge on him (1792,1–3). However, the Huns do not dare to attack the two Burgundians (1793–1799,1), so that Kriemhild and her men have to retreat unsuccessfully (1799,2–4). Once again, Kriemhild emerges as the loser from the dialogue.

Literature referenced:

• Armstrong, Marianne Wahl: Rolle und Charakter. Studien zur Menschendarstellung im Nibelungenlied (Göppinger Arbeiten zur Germanistik 221), Göppingen 1979.

• Botschan, Marcus: Der eigenmächtige Vasall: Typisierung und Individualisierung der Figur Hagen von Tronje im „Nibelungenlied“, Saarbrücken 2009.

• Heinzle, Joachim: Stellenkommentar, in: Das Nibelungenlied und Die Klage. Nach der Handschrift 857 der Stiftsbibliothek St. Gallen. Mittelhochdeutscher Text, Übersetzung und Kommentar, hg. von Joachim Heinzle (Deutscher Klassiker Verlag 51), 2. Aufl., Berlin 2021.

• Weydt, Harald: Streitsuche im Nibelungenlied: Die Kooperation der Feinde. Eine konversationsanalytische Studie, in: Literatur und Konversation. Sprachsoziologie und Pragmatik in der Literaturwissenschaft, Wiesbaden 1980, pp. 95–114.

• Holzhauer, Antje: Rache und Fehde in der mittelhochdeutschen Literatur des 12. und 13. Jahrhunderts (Göppinger Arbeiten zur Germanistik 639), Göppingen 1997.

• Wynn, Marianne: Hagen’s Defiance of Kriemhilt (Mediaeval German Studies), London 1965 [probably available on jstor.org]

• Müller, Jan-Dirk: Spielregeln für den Untergang. Die Welt des Nibelungenliedes, Tübingen 1998. [engl. translation of the book: Müller, Jan-Dirk. Whobrey, William T., trans.. Rules for the Endgame: The World of the Nibelungenlied. Baltimore: Johns Hopkins University Press, 2007.]

[psychics4unet]

Hey, how are you? Id like a cloud divination 💗

Can you tell me how or what can help me get close to getting to manifesting through void state, ive been struggling alot with loa and the self concept with a positive mindset alot, i just want a breakthrough cause i have a lot on my plate rn. Ty and have a great day hun 🎀💗

Initials just in case (sn)

cloud divination

Hello! ����️✨ I’ve looked into the clouds to offer guidance on how to get closer to manifesting through the void state. Here’s what the patterns are showing:

The clouds are forming a pattern that resembles a flowing river 🌊 and a lighthouse 🗼. The flowing river suggests that you might benefit from letting go of rigid expectations and allowing your manifestations to come to you naturally. This cloud shape indicates that flowing with the process, rather than forcing it, will help you move closer to your goals. It’s a reminder to stay adaptable and patient as you navigate your journey.

The lighthouse signifies guidance and clarity. It suggests that seeking guidance, whether through new techniques, support from others, or revisiting your approach with fresh eyes, could help you break through your current struggles. The lighthouse stands tall amidst the fog, symbolizing that even though the path might seem unclear now, there is a source of light to guide you through.

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[umbralsins-xiv]

Does your OC distinguish between groups when it comes to their willingness to lie? Perhaps they would never lie to members of their family or tribe, but outsiders are fair game? Perhaps they instinctively distrust certain people based upon their sex or race or nationality?

She turned pretending to be startled by the sudden question, " Oh my what a question. Hmmm my willingness to lie. I would never lie to those I work with because lying to my boss could end very badly. Lying to his associates would also be bad because my actions represent him and I would never taint his "good" name." She chuckled.

"When it comes to those I don't trust I am honest and tell them how it is and if they do not like my words then they should grow a thicker skin. My words are not for the soft ones."

"I will lie if it comes to the safety of those that are close to me or if I am told to. Maybe will lie if you pay me the right gil to do so. "

@mimble-sparklepudding - ty for the ask hun.

soft mentions: @hex-xiv