#which we’ve all agreed I can do both as long as I’m comfortable

[just-a-cinnamon-bun]

I just got a new job and I’m relieved by how much I like it so far.

[amiaclone]

Thank you! I love getting compliments by my writing

By leader I’m assuming the manager guard? If so I’ll do it I hope I’m right 😭

Tw: Probably really ooc

I unfortunately can’t find a gif of him so just google the black manager guard if you don’t know who I’m talking about

Leader guard x gender neutrel! Reader

(Readers gonna be a hoodie if you don’t mind)

You sighed how long has it been?

Killing in general sucks but being forced to do it? Wow

You unfortunately lost one of the games in the last squid game it was i think the honeycomb game? You however survival instinct took in and ran and hid for a good while trying to get out of the Island

Unfortunately due to all the cameras and lack of hiding spaces you were caught but due to how long it took to find you and how much you begged and begged….The vips apparently or something requested Front man for you to live they didn’t care what they’d do with you but you were entertaining

So you became a guard honestly it was better then dying but killing hundreds of people made you sick to your stomach

Although you were promised to be let go after this game which was relieving but still….you don’t think you were ever gonna forget this

You ended up becoming a co officer? Too bad the officer front man of the workers was the most annoying guy ever…..

You were disgusted he didn’t care about the amount of lives he was taking and watching people being tortured is entertaining somehow…..and the selling the organs bit

He however unknowingly to you took a liking to you he never saw your face no matter how many times he’d insist you never took it off it’s not like it was an order he just….wanted to see your pretty face

He liked your random short snarky comments you’d make occasionally whenever you’d get comfortable enough

Now here you are with him annoying you about whatever as he kept his eyes on the cameras making fun of half the players

“Player 233 is so stupid imaging not eating your food when it’s your only meal a day-“

“I don’t care-“

“Oh come on babe can’t you just pretend to agree me and you can both agree it’s boring.”

*You rolled your eyes under your mask*

“Yeah the second we get distracted I get the blame and get killed? Yeah right”

“He thinks you’re somewhat entertaining weirdly it’ll probably be me.”

*You didn’t say anything what’s there to say?*

“……So wanna make fun of the players?”

“No.”

“Ok then, your loss….”

*You were shocked he agreed somewhat but atleast he shut up*

“Hey since nobody’s here why don’t we take our masks off can barely breathe in these….”

“Why do you always wanna take our masks off?” *It’s not like you didn’t want to or anything but the way he always insisted was he testing you? Planning something? Being paranoid in this case is perfectly justifiable*

“Well you sound cute your face is probably even cuter….besides we’ve known each other for weeks you have to atleast think I’m tolerable?” *He teased*

*You scoffed* “Yeah so tolerable…” *You pondered in thought it is getting hot in here it’s not like you can’t breathe in the mask or anything but eh you never seen his face either you haven’t seen any of the workers faces now thinking about it-*

*Your thoughts were interrupted by him taking it off he was…..attractive. Eh personality is kinda bad.*

*You quickly regained your composure* “Sweet.”

*He winked jokingly*

“Bet you weren’t expecting this face were you?” *He went through his pocket and got a cigarette and smoked puffing some air out.* “Wanted to smoke.”

*You groaned in disgust* “In this room was it really necessary?” *He shrugged* “It’s not like it’s gonna kill you.”

*You sigh taking your mask off and using your hand to wave the smoke air out of your face you noticed him staring*

“What?” *You asked in an annoyed tired tone*

“Nothing.” *He smirks a bit*

“You’re just really pretty that’s all.”

Hope you liked it!

[starshipsofstarlord]

Prisoner

Summary-> (Early season 3 based) Winter had been a long journey for all of your group, especially you and Daryl given that there was always a lack of privacy. You find it difficult to feel at home in the prison, but Daryl is always there for you when you need him, and you have the chance to relish in a night alone - or as lonesome as a cell can be (2.9k)

Warnings-> 18+ mdni, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, established relationship, mentions of arrest and imprisonment, swearing

daryl dixon // norman reedus works masterlist

It was an adjustment, that much was clear. After having been locked up in a prison for a few years, the last place you had wanted to be was in one, but here you and your group were, in a cell block after having cleared it out.

Your knee bounced as you sat upon the steps, gnawing upon lip, staring at the familiar grey walls that brought bad memories back into your mind. It wasn’t something you wanted to voice as a problem, you’d spent all winter out on the road, enduring the cold nights, you should have been grateful like everyone else was.

“Y’ okay?” Daryl asked as he took a seat beside you, brushing his shoulders with your own with a comforting manner, reading with no doubt that something was bothering you. Most of the day you preferred to be outside, killing the walkers that clawed at the fences, and you jumped at the chance to go out on a run for supplies just to get out of this pit of misery.

“I’m fine. Just need a distraction from all of this.” You gestured around you, sending him a small smile, feeling far too conscious to even think about falling asleep. “I know it should be good that we’ve found somewhere, and it is, don’t get me wrong, but-“

“I know.” He told you, nodding in understanding, before he put his large hand over your smaller one, clasping it in his grip and bringing it up to his lips. “Don’t have to like it, none of us do, but we woulda died if we hadn’t found this place. And that’s the last thing that I wan’ to happen to ya. I’m grateful for everything you did, ya know.”

“I know Dare.” You decided to look at him rather than the tin you were sat in, meeting his softened blue eyes. “Think if I saw Merle again I’d kick his ass for abandoning me on that night which cost me months in the normal world with you.” He grunted in agreement, smiling when remembering that you had found their camp, and you’d done just that to his older brother.

“Ya got out, that’s all that matters. Especially before all this and the world goin to shit.” The thought of you trapped in somewhere like this and most likely being turned into walker chow or one of them had his heart bursting at the seams. It was a vulgar thought, and the last thing that he ever wanted to happen to you. He wanted to protect you, and he should have done that before, but he was petrified, and you were too stubborn and claimed that you had to pay for your mistakes.

He’d come to see you a few times when you were locked away, he hated that a panel of glass separated the both of you, all he had wanted to do was run his fingers through your hair and tell you everything was going to be okay. But he couldn’t, so instead he counted the days and hours until your release, he had this whole idea of collecting you from that place and driving you far away.

But your release day had been the same day that the entire planet was engulfed with the spreading news of a disease that turned people into monsters, and Merle wouldn’t let him go to see if you had made your sanctioned escape. He had no idea whether you were still alive until he saw Shane carrying you into the camp, exhausted from the lack of both food and fluids and running god knows how many miles just to survive.

“Guess you’re right.” He always was, even if he was too selfless to admit it. “Do you maybe want to try sleeping in a cell? I know we’ve got this whole thing of liking the floor, but I guess it’s worth a try.” Daryl surprising agreed, pulling you to your feet after he had stood, the two of you walking to an empty cell, passing by the other members of your group that were either asleep or lying down in isolation.

It was a big step for you to enter a cell after the months you had been holed up in one by the law, but Daryl kept his hand on your elbow, reminding you that he was there. And always would be. And so unsurely, despite it being your idea, you stepped within the cell, it was devoid of any personality, just a bunk and the normal silver basin and toilet, which all reminded you that this wasn’t home. You hoped that one day you’d find somewhere that felt less suffocating, there had to be a place out there, beyond the chain fence, where it was safe to breathe without the risk of walkers eating you in your sleep.

As you entered the room, you were strangely comforted by the sound of Glenn’s snoring from the cell over, he was no doubt laying beside Maggie, then both lulling in the chance to rest. “It’s not so bad.” You muttered, kicking off your mud accented boots, as Daryl remained close to the door, blocking the view from anyone that could pass as you shrugged out of your jeans, and lifted your shirt over your head, leaving you in just your underwear. It was something that you hadn’t been able to do in prison without the harassment of officers or other people fulfilling their sentences.

Daryl said nothing as you stood still for a moment, closing your eyes, before you reached back, unclipping your bra, his eyes danced over the expanse of your back, every scar traced by his pupils and every mole a target that he planned to pelt with gentle kisses. You turned around to face him, like a vixen testing his limits, tilting your head as you padded along the floor towards him, your fingers brushing against his sleeve butchered flannel. “I want your shirt.”

There was no resistance on his part as he helped you unbutton each button on it, shrugging it off of his broad shoulders as he handed it to you, watching you slip it on. You inhaled his scent as you did only a couple of the buttons on it, before testing the mattress with your hand on the bottom bunk, before sliding upon it and closing your eyes. “Aren’t you going to join me?” He said nothing as he silently kicked off his own boots, tossing the knives he carried out from his pockets onto the floor, them deliciously clattering upon the cement, as he readied himself to lay beside you.

“It’s been a long time since we had a bed.” Daryl spoke in hushed volume, not counting the time on Herschel’s farm after he had been scathed by a bullet in the left side of his head, no thanks to Andrea. He shuffled as he tried to get comfortable, deciding on laying on his side and facing you, trapping you in his arms as his nose brushed against your own. “At least it’s better than that one you had in your shitty old trailer.” He smirked, watching as you tapped his shoulder with your screwed up fist, rolling your eyes when you remembered why it hadn’t been so comfortable.

“It was perfect, we broke it in. Not my fault that the springs couldn’t hold up.” He shook his head at your words, clearly that sale you had got it from had been a scam, but you had insisted that it was better than sleeping on the floor. Truth be told, Daryl didn’t care where he slept, as long as he had you securely beside him, he never wanted you to be taken away from him again, and he was insistent that he wouldn’t allow that to happen.

“I think you’re the one tha’ couldn’t hold up. Or be quiet.” He remarked, causing a scoff to pass from your lips, as you attempted to turn away from him but he wouldn’t allow you. Instead his grip on you got tighter, as he raised a brow at your actions. “But if yar blamin’ it on the damn mattress, we migh’ as well see if this one is any better.” It wasn’t very often that Daryl would smirk, but when he did, you practically melted in a puddle in front of him and forgot where you were, which in this instance, was a blessing. His hand trailed down your sternum that was exposed by your lousy buttoning of his shirt that you wore, descending dangerously lower, so that his fingertip hit the top band of your panties.

Your breath hitched, as your body became almost immobile, frozen from his more that welcomed touch. He teased you, running his hand hand back to your stomach only to trail it back down to where his destination had been. “Damn it Daryl, do something.” You hissed, careful to keep your voice down. “I swear to- oh.” His hand had slipped into your underwear, rubbing against the outside of your cunt, causing your hips to jut up into his touch. He always knew how to make you sufficiently aggravated, you’d have cursed out from the bubbling annoyance in your chest if you had no worries that anybody could hear the two of you.

With that he slipped a finger into your walls, it felt like it had been a long time since the two of you had an opportunity to be physical. All through winter, after losing the farm to the mass of endless walkers, you’d had sex once out in the woods, when you were supposed to be hunting, and because of your lack of action you felt touch starved. Even despite Daryl proceeding to hold your hand when the pair of you rarely walked at the back of the group, and sleeping side by side with him. It just hadn’t been enough, but for now these taunting walls allowed you some release, ironically enough.

“Yer so fuckin’ tight.” Daryl muttered, kissing up your stomach all the way up to your lips, ushering and drinking your whimpers that threatened to escape. “Woulda fucked ya more if I’d had the chance baby, now I’m really gonna have to stretch ya out before I can put my cock in ya.” You could only moan into his mouth, hands clasping around his wrist as you ground yourself down on his hand, you let out a squeal as he unexpectedly entered another finger, alarmed by the welcomed intrusion, however Daryl stopped all movements. He spoke quietly to himself, eyes dancing around with a scheming glimmer in his eyes, as an idea revelled in his mind.

He yanked a pillow out from beneath your head, causing you to pant as you clenched desperately around his fingers, trying to allure him into continuing. Daryl raised your hips, fingers still in you, as he placed the pillow beneath them, your mouth making an O shape as he hit a new angle inside of you. If you hadn’t been in a prison, knowing that it was your worst nightmare, he would have calmed your sounds by placing the pillow over your head, but he knew where the line was drawn and he was never one to cross it if he was aware of your discomfort. “Good girl.” He drawled out, deciding to fasten the pace of his fingers as a wet spot began to leak onto your panties, he swiped his tongue across his bottom lip as he watched you. You were close, and it had come faster than expected, given how many months it had been.

“More.” You pleaded, wanting his cock, no matter how much it hurt when he stretched you out, but instead you were given another finger, and Daryl grunted as he rutted into the bed. “Dare, need you.” You huffed, feeling empty when he removed his fingers. The time dragged as he unbuckled his belt and pulled off his jeans, and finally he clambered on top of you, his naked form teasing every nerve in your entire body. “If you need me so bad, why don’ ya ride me?” He whispered, rolling the both of you over so that you were atop of him. You leant down, your hair falling in a cascade around both of your faces as you pressed your lips against his, sliding your cunt over his cock.

He was frighteningly hard, it had been months since the both of you had gotten this far, and there were no interceptions that could stop you this time, or so you hoped. Your slick coated his length as you ground yourself on him to fulfil your own insatiable drive of hunger, his hands bruising your hips as he attempted to keep you still so he could slip inside of you from beneath your trembling form. His tip grazed your clit, sending you into a frenzy, you couldn’t wait a second longer you mindlessly decided, grasping his erect cock in your hand to hold it still, as you slid him inside of you. It was an ethereal feeling, the two of you relished in the sensation of being so close, and not just emotionally.

Daryl’s head reached up, pulling you down flush on top of him, as he spread an array of butterfly kisses over your collarbones and the middle of your throat. “I love ya girl, you drive me absolutely crazy, but yar my kinda crazy.” He stroked your hair lovingly out of your face, distracting you from how he raised both of the weights of the lower halves of your bodies up, and before you could respond with your own spoken words of love to him, he began to thrust up into you, making the world around you drown into nothing more than a distant memory. Your breathing was messy as it mixed with your partner’s, you sturdied one hand on the pillow beneath his head, the other long discarded to the floor, as your opposite braced itself on the wall, clawing at the impenetrable surface.

“Fuck Dare.” Tears were glazing your eyes as you felt each vein of his cock within your cunt, and you began to move with his own thrusts, finding a rhythm that suited the position that you were in. You were careful not to raise your head too high so that you didn’t hit it on the bottom of the bunk above you, Daryl’s right hand left your hip and rested forcefully on your ass, squeezing the flesh as he tried and failed to hold in his grunts. Surely by morning, there was no doubt that someone would make a commotion about hearing you through the screen-less doors, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, not after how long it had been since you had evoked such passion with the man below you.

Sweat began to bead upon his forehead, slicking the growing locks onto his face, as you brushed them away. A heavy creak rattled from the bed as Daryl once again turned you over, and pounded in you from above, without allowing his cock to slip out from your sweet and wet pussy. From the red tint that had appeared on his face, and how he frowned as though he was on a mission, it was clear that he was getting close, which wasn’t a surprise considering the amount of time that had passed since your bodies had moulded together in such a way. You grasped him by the back of the neck, pulling him down to entrap him in a fiery kiss, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist as you approached your own high.

And there it was, the destination that you had been caving for, your own release. After all of those months that you had served as a resident in a prison, you’d missed his touch, and as soon as the two of you had reunited in Atlanta, you’d made the most of the time you could get together. Daryl’s thrusts began to get sloppy as he struggled to keep up his pace after feeling you clench around his cock and cum all over it, sending him into a delirium to chase his own high. He could feel his balls straining to be emptied, and when he was almost there, he pulled out, not wanting to further the risk anymore of getting you pregnant given the state of the world, and began thrusting himself in the apex of your thighs, until finally he allowed his seed to spill over your flesh.

He exhaled a deep sigh, leaning down to press a kiss against your sweaty hairline, before reaching down and grabbing your discarded shirt, wiping your upper legs clean. He wasted no more time to curl up next to you and bring you into his large arms, staring at your face, letting you know without words that you were the most important thing to him. He’d do anything for you and to keep you safe, nobody was going to separate the two of you again, he was stern on that. “Maybe this place isn’t so bad.” You muttered lovingly into his chest, brushing your nose against where his heart lay, and Daryl releases a small but real smile as he tugged the blanket out from tour forms, awkward as his manner was, and wrapped it around the two of you, so that you could drift off to sleep in his arms and pretend for a moment in your dreams that the world wasn’t as it was.

[angel-in-your-basement]

Hi, i Hope to not disturb you, but I'm discovering new things about me with your blog, the problem is that I always feel guilty, and disgusted by myself even if i find It okay or attractive when other Person share It.

Any advice on how to deal with this senseless emotion? 🤡

Thanks to you in advance even if you don't answer, love your writing and your blog, big hug if you are comfortable with them <3

Hi!

Sorry I wasn’t able to get to this sooner! This is gonna be a long one, so I’m gonna put it under the cut. Let’s talk about one of my favourite topics: kinks & shame/guilt/disgust 🥰

So in my experience, over time your brain will get used to the ideas, and the disgust level will go down naturally - especially if you talk about it with other people who are into it, because that helps to normalize it.

But that’s not an 100% fix, so let’s talk about some things you can do to actively manage the icky feelings.

First of all, guilt + shame + disgust are all feelings that are intended to protect us from doing bad things & being bad people. When you start doing or wanting to do something that you’ve been told is “bad”, it’s normal to feel bad! It makes a lot of sense, actually - it’s our brains trying to keep us on track with our values & maintain our relationships.

But, of course, what we’ve been told is bad is generally not objectively bad, it’s heavily influenced by opinion, unprocessed emotion, politics and a whole bunch of other shit. So what we want to do is identify what we’ve internalized, and whether that actually fits for us.

The single best thing you can do is to get curious & (gently & non-judgementally) question those thoughts.

So here’s some questions to get you going & explanations to go with them:

Why is this kink “bad”? Where is that idea coming from? Do you 100% agree with this? Why or why not?

Often, it’s something very black & white like “hurting people = bad”, but when we actually unpack it, there’s a LOT of nuance to it. Like, what counts as hurting? Emotional? Physical? Is someone being hurt always a bad thing, or is it sometimes necessary in order for us to learn/hold boundaries/etc.? What if someone wants to be hurt? Is there any situations hurting someone might be okay in?

What do you feel like it says about you that you’re into it?

Generally, this comes down to something like “if I am into this, I am a bad person”. So I would question again: what’s a bad person? How do you know if someone is one? What is the exact criteria and cut off point for being “bad”?

One particular point to mention here is that it is my very strong belief (guided by research + my job + personal experience) that thoughts, feelings, urges etc. are not “you”, and they are not bad. Where we get into “bad” territory is in how you deal with them. I am a big supporter of identifying the core needs behind your thoughts & urges, and meeting them in healthy ways, like kink! Which leads us to…

What are you getting out of this kink?

For instance, a lot of my kinks, both sub and dom, come from my need to be wanted, and exploring the extremes of that (what if someone wanted me so bad they would do anything to have me? What if someone wanted me so bad they would do anything I tell them?). Other common themes are control, exploration of insecurities, exploration of shame/taboo, and so on.

Do you want to be okay with this kink? If yes, what boundaries do you need in place to help you feel better about exploring it? If no, why not?

This one is important because you don’t HAVE to be okay with a kink. You don’t have to engage with it, even if your horny brain thinks it’s a good idea. If you don’t want to engage with it, set out a plan outside of horny time for how you will hold that boundary. If you do want to engage with it, what parts are most uncomfortable? Do you need to engage with them in order to engage with this kink? Again, if you DO want to be okay with stuff, ease yourself into it. Go slow.

And most importantly: connection

Nothing helps more with shame than to talk about what you’re ashamed of with someone who you know will be kind, non-judgmental and can relate to you. That’s what kinky friends are for!

One final note:

If you are worried that you are a bad person, it’s extremely unlikely that you are. Bad people don’t sit around worrying that they are bad.

[iadore]

Long post. For anyone having Byler doubt right now let me share a few things I know are true and point out what I believe is the logical conclusion. (Some may disagree) Bear with me. It will all add up and hopefully bring some comfort.

Facts:

Before season 4 David Harbour spoiled that Will had feelings for Mike in an interview.

After season 4 vol 1 Byler exploded on social media. The pairing gained a huge following. Byler won ship of the year. Noah despite having less screen time than his cast mates won the people’s choice award for best male actor. People were so desperate to prove byler endgame they paid for fake scripts which led to the ST writers account agreeing to share scenes people wanted to read. The van scene was in highest demand.

Simultaneously, there is a rise in homophobia in the fandom. We all remember getting bible verses in our ask boxes after posting GIFs of Mike’s soupy face when he looks at Will.

The Duffers shifted from saying they were “tuning out the noise” to taking in fan feedback.

David Harbour was told the ending of stranger things.

A year ago (2023) he said people need to accept Mike is in love with eleven. Once again spoiling an important part of the final season. (Personally this was the moment I gave up on Byler happening and my heart broke. I was so sad about what they turned Mike into and that they used Will’s love to fix a hetero relationship. They never explained mike’s sudden cruelty towards Will. I felt it wasn’t bad writing it was just lazy and somehow that was worse. I stepped back from ST and moved on to other more queer friendly stories. It seems silly since this is just a TV show but I think everyone who ships Byler can attest to how invested you can become in these boys and the remarkably selfless love Will gives to Mike.)

They start filming season 5. Throughout the year we get bts pics. I peeked at these and tried not to get my hopes up again. I told myself the fact there were so many byler pics and so few mileven pics didn’t mean anything. Byler is more popular. Sharing pictures of them will get more attention, so I dismissed this as people seeking clout.

The cast says over and over the Duffers can’t please everyone. I figured this was them trying to let the passionate Byler fandom down easy.

Millie hints her ending in the story is not typical.

Then… the cast reads the final script. They all officially know the ending. Every detail of it.

Noah does his first panel in a long time. In which he says “you could never tell of [mike and Will’s relationship] was something romantic or just a really special friendship.”

Several posts on social media show up as people say they won’t watch the final season because Noah’s words make them think Byler is clearly going to happen.

David Harbour said in a recent interview that the Duffers are in tune with the audience and what they want in terms of pairings. Look above for all of the “subtle” (lol) hints the fans have been giving that Byler should be endgame.

My personal conclusion/opinion/guess:

Mike and Will are going to end up together. It wasn’t the original plan but after seeing the fans point out all of the obvious signs and show their love for the relationship it was the logical choice. Anyone who sees all the “Byler proof” has to admit there are real signs of romance on both sides whether they were intentional or not. Going forward all of the hints we’ve picked up on will have meaning, even if they began as accidents.

David Harbour didn’t know about the byler part of the finale until the final table read. He spoiled things twice before and they didn’t trust him to not do it again. Which was justified because he literally spoiled byler endgame in the last interview I mentioned. Dude can’t keep quiet. I’m sure he has believed he was telling the truth every time.

Most of the cast probably didn’t know until the final table read. If the season is written the way I think will be: we watch Mike over several episodes realize he’s fallen out of love with Eleven and find the courage to admit he loves Will (because man it’s so obvious). The only people who would need to know are Finn, Noah and Millie if Mike and Will don’t officially end up together until the end of the season (doesn’t mean we won’t get a lot of great byler moments in the build up. They seem to be having a lot of one on one time in bts pics.)

Keeping Byler endgame top secret even from the cast makes sense to me because there are people (who I sincerely don’t get why they watch ST) who will refuse to watch the show if the final season is centered on a gay couple. Also, one of the most popular mainstream TV shows on the planet ending this way will be talked about for years and have a huge impact.

Sometimes doing what the fans are begging for isn’t cheap “fan service.” It’s having the common sense and humility listen to thousands of people who love your show and admit Mike’s character was going in the wrong direction.

For fans of Avatar the Last Airbender: creators Brian and Mike originally planned for Toph to be male. Their head writer Aaron Ehasz suggested making her a girl, which they initially resisted. Then they rolled all of the qualities of the tough guy they originally planned into a twelve year old girl. They later had a lot of boys come up to them saying Toph was their favorite character. They said “Sometimes it’s more satisfying to be wrong than to be right.”

Personal take: there’s no reason to be upset at the original plan because they made the right call in the end.

I know it’s important to some people for byler to be the plan all along. And maybe it was, I have no way of knowing. But all I personally need is for them to do right by Will and Mike as characters.

EDIT:

because people were asking here's the link to the recent David Harbour interview: https://www.inverse.com/entertainment/stranger-things-season-5-loose-ends-david-harbour

[rhiannonsknife]

thinking about sub!rhiannon tonight…

now that we’ve talked about dom!rhiannon, allow me to introduce you to: sub!rhiannon. i think this applies mostly to the version of herself from when she’s still relatively new to killing. a version that, after a long night out, just needs to fall into the arms of somebody who can take of her properly. sub!rhiannon who trusts you enough to let her guard down as much as this. sub!rhiannon who gets so whiny when she first lets you have your way with her: grinding her hips and begging for your touch the moment she’s got the courage to let herself want. to let herself be taken by another. she has learned to be in control of things, to take a life with one practiced stab of her knife. but with all that newfound control comes a longing to put it into your hands, from time to time. something about it turns her on so much…to be on the receiving end of things, to have someone’s full attention on herself, to be the one who’s controlled, in an environment safe enough to.

sub!rhiannon who shyly admits to a fantasy of hers once, half hoping you’ll forget about it and never bring it up again in the aftermath. sub!rhiannon who eagerly lets you blindfold her when you do bring it up again, because you’re attentive like that. she allows you to put the blindfold on, always checking in with her to make sure she’s as into this as the had hoped she would be -which she is.

“you’re still good?” you gently whisper into her ear from behind. rhiannon is leaning against your chest, a shiver running down her bare back.

“mhm, yeah” she nods, licking her lips in anticipation.

“can you see anything?” you question, running the tip of your fingers down the length of her arms. you take pride in the goosebumps that rise underneath your slow touch.

“no” she shakes her head after tilting it experimentally, testing the blindfold you’ve wrapped around her head. “no, i can’t”

“good” you hum approvingly and kiss down the side of her neck. her breath hitches underneath the firm pressure of your lips.

you keep trailing your fingertips down rhiannon’s arm, caressing the inner side of it, over her wrist, to where she’s clutching her knife in her firm white knuckle hold. it’s trembling.

“and you know you can stop at any time?” you ask, again. you’re just as new to this as she is, but rhiannon had been quite vocal about this specific fantasy of hers.

as if on cue, she whispers “mhm” and nods her head in the direction from which your voice had come.

you nudge your index finger between the palm of her hand and her tense fingers. like this, you ease her fist open until she’s barely holding onto the knife anymore. that’s when you take it from her. rhiannon gasps at the loss of contact with her beloved weapon. it is what keeps her confident, striding the streets late at night, eyes set on a potential victim. and now, that exact knife is in your hand, instead. just like that, she's passed all her power onto you.

you hush her and take it experimentally. she’s allowed you to hold it beforehand, of course, just to get an idea of the weight of it. to get a feel of the thrill each use brings to rhiannon.

your silence must’ve alarmed something in your girlfriend, whose head darts back to where she suspects you, quietly calling out your name. “i’m still here” you assure, as you gently squeeze her shoulder with the other hand. “i told you i got you”

rhiannon opens her mouth, looking like she wants to speak, but then shuts it abruptly when she hears the scratchy noise of the blade unfolding. she audibly gulps when you carefully guide her back until you’re both leaning against the pillows comfortably. with your mouth close to her ear all over again, you ask: “is this what you wanted?”

she nods in response, about to verbally agree when you suddenly press the blunt side of the blade to her thigh. it’s not sharp, nor is there any risk of harming her, but the cold sensation punches a ragged breath from rhiannon’s lungs anyway.

“o-oh!” her fingers tighten around your free wrist, her whole body tense as you gently drag it along her skin and upwards. like this, there’s no risk of breaking skin at all. you -being less experienced with guiding the knife- wouldn’t trust yourself enough to do that. not that you’d ever mean any harm, but even hurting her by accident is too risky for your own liking. and, besides, it’s not like rhiannon can tell -with her eyes covered and closed underneath the blindfold.

you doubt that it’s about that at all: about the possibility of causing pain. no, it’s about the control. control that’s usually in rhiannon’s hands at all times. control that she can only give up on when she passes it on to someone else. that someone, who she has enough trust in, happens to be you.

with that in mind, you run the mental up her body, relishing in the way she shivers when you press the flat of her knife against her lower abdomen, then follow the thin trail of hair all the way up to her belly button. rhiannon shakes in your hold when you play with her breast with one hand -gently rolling it between your index and your thumb- whilst the other carefully pushes the same part of the blade against her other nipple.

she’s always been sensitive there and so she cries out at the sudden cold, arching her body in a beautiful bend. you hush her and guide her back against you with the free hand draped over her stomach. rhiannon's muscles jump to the touch. each comes to her as a surprise, without being able to use her vision in order to detect any motion like she usually would. she’s panting by now and tosses her head back against your shoulder breathlessly.

rhiannon has grown stronger over the past couple of months: her biceps has grown -not an excessive amount, but enough to be hard to the touch when the muscles flex instinctively. the gain has not gone unnoticed; she could have her way with you so easily if she wanted to and yet.

yet you’re the one holding the blunt side of her weapon to her skin. yet she lets you.

carefully, in order not to startle her, you let your hand slide upwards, over the valley between her breasts, up her throat, before finally being able to hold her chin and gently force her to lean her head further back.

„look at you“ you whisper, genuinely mesmerized by the sight. you can feel rhiannon’s pulse racing underneath your palm, you can hear the way she’s forcing each breath to come from her lungs. with ease, you work the knife up to trace her jawline with its flat. she’s holding her breath, now, not daring to move in your grip.

once you’ve had enough of trailing the entire shape of rhiannon’s outline with the metal, you set it aside on her bedside table, careful to fold it beforehand.

when you bring your hand between her thighs next, it is your turn to gasp in surprise. she’s wet. she’s so wet, your fingers slide right through her slick folds. rhiannon is dripping for you...

[bugan3]

Masked Man 2

Couples:Namjoon X Reader

Summary:You're struggling to adjust to Korea, when an unexpected clash with a mysterious, masked man gives you the comfort you need, even though you don't know who he really is.

Content:Fluff, mystery, deception(Not infidelity), sex, namjoon!idol, Reader!salaried, dating, multi-part story, jealousy, angst.

Things in Korea had improved since that noisy encounter with the stranger, who still hadn’t revealed his full identity. After we got coffee, he told me his name was Kim. When I asked him to at least remove his mask, he refused, explaining that he was sick and didn’t want to infect me; he said he’d finish his coffee at home.

I told him about my problems at work, and he encouraged me to keep going. He suggested inviting my coworkers to dinner at the end of the month to break the ice and offered to give me Korean lessons whenever I wanted. Kim provided the comfort I desperately needed. At last, I had found someone in Korea who would listen to me, and I could listen to him.

I was at my cubicle, trying to gather the courage to speak to my coworkers. I stood up, catching the attention of the three people I shared the office with.

“Would you like to go out for dinner after work today? My treat. We’ve done great work this month.”

I spoke while bowing slightly, trying to be as respectful as possible, just as Kim had advised me.

“Oh, I’d love that. I’ve seen a restaurant nearby that comes highly recommended,” said Minjin, the youngest in the office. I smiled, thrilled that at least one out of three had agreed.

“Sure, I’ll join. We’ve only been working this whole month; we need a break,” added Hyeon, the oldest and only man in the office.

The only one left to respond was our boss, Hae.

“Alright, but this time I’ll treat you. We didn’t give you a proper welcome when you arrived. We were so busy, but now we have the time,” Hae said with a smile, which I quickly returned.

I sat back down, excited to experience what a work dinner was like. I had seen it countless times in dramas. I took out my phone and texted Kim:

—Hey! It worked! We’re going out for dinner later.

Thanks to his advice, I had found the courage to step up and make friends again.

—I’m so glad! Remember what I told you: serve the drinks and prepare the meat. That shows respect and that you want to get along — Kim replied.

We had exchanged numbers and had been texting non-stop since then, as if we both needed to share our worries. It had been a long time since I could talk to someone without fear of offending them. Maybe it was because our first encounter had been so out of the ordinary that it left no room for more anger. I felt that Kim wanted to break out of his routine; he confessed to spending too much time at work and needing a break. Knowing that we thought and felt the same made me so happy. Even though he remained a mystery, I couldn’t help but feel close to him because of how deep and easygoing he was.

—Thank you for your help ♥ — I wrote.

The dinner helped everyone relax. I made sure their glasses were always full of soju and helped Minjin prepare the meat. During dinner, she talked a lot, and I found her very likeable. Since we were closer in age, I felt comfortable around her.

“At first, when you arrived, I thought you were spoiled and nosy, but these past few days you’ve shown that you can do your job well. I hope we get to know each other better,” said Mr. Hyeon, raising his glass.

“To our new colleague,” he toasted.

We clinked glasses, and I felt happy to be getting closer to the team, though I couldn’t understand why they had formed such an impression of me when I had tried to fit in from the start. But excitement won over doubt, and I decided to enjoy the evening.

“Well, dinner was delicious, but I need to get back to my kids. It’s getting late; we should all head home,” said our boss, Hae, standing up.

We all followed her, bowing and saying goodbye as she got into her car. Mr. Hyeon also left, saying he lived nearby and would walk home. In the end, only Minjin and I were left.

“Do you live nearby?” I asked, worried about leaving her alone at night.

“Oh no, I live about 20 minutes away. Actually, I’ll take a cab. Want to share?”

She held onto my arm as if we had been friends forever, and that made me incredibly happy. However, I had to decline her invitation as she flagged down a taxi.

“Sorry, but I live a bit further, so I take the subway. It’s better for me.”

Her smile faltered a bit, and I couldn’t help but feel foolish—it was an opportunity to make a friend. However, my responsibility called. I had to get home quickly to walk Susy.

“Oh, don’t worry, I guess you’re not interested in being my friend. See you tomorrow.”

I tried to respond, to tell her that I did want to be her friend, but her words felt like an unexpected door slamming shut. She was already getting into the cab, leaving me with the answer stuck in my throat. I stood there, motionless, watching the taxi drive away, taking with it an opportunity I hadn’t known how to seize.

While walking to the subway station, the weight of doubt began to crush me. Why did it feel like no one at work wanted to get close to me? Why did they avoid me as if I were the problem? Mr. Hyeon’s comment kept echoing in my mind: “I didn’t have a good impression of you at first.” I had never done anything wrong to them; they hadn’t even given me a chance to show who I really was.

On the subway, as my mind wove absurd theories about my reputation, I felt a vibration in my pocket. I pulled out my phone and read the message:

“I’m going to walk Mitty, should I wait for you?”

A smile immediately spread across my face. The subway doors opened, and I ran out as fast as I could. The excitement of seeing him and sharing that little routine with Kim gave me a sense of relief I didn’t know I needed.

“I’m almost home, I’ll be there in 5.”

When I arrived home, the door to the house across the street opened. There was Mrs. Lee, my neighbor, with her warm smile and that gaze that always seemed to mix worry and tenderness in equal measure.

“Oh, it’s good you’re home. I just heard that there was a violent fight between a man and a woman at the park a few days ago. Even the police got involved. Did you hear anything about it?”

My heart stopped for a moment. How could I explain to her that I had been part of that mess? Of course, I couldn’t.

“People need to be very careful these days. The world is crazy now.”

I held back a nervous laugh before responding, feeling like an actress in a play I hadn’t rehearsed.

“Of course, I’ll be careful. Although I haven’t heard anything.”

After saying goodbye, I hurried inside. I greeted Susy, who welcomed me with her usual enthusiasm, and got her ready for a walk.

Walking toward the park, I saw him. Kim was there, tall and with that naturally laid-back posture. The dim light from the streetlamps highlighted the definition of his arms, and for a moment, I caught myself admiring him. Even though I had never seen his full face, there was something irresistibly attractive about him.

“Hi, Kim. Hi, Natty.”

He turned to me with a soft smile as Susy and Natty started playing, sniffing each other like old friends. Seeing them, I let go of Susy’s leash, and he did the same. The dogs dashed off to the wide lawn, their energy contagious.

“How did dinner go? Did you manage to get closer to them?” Kim asked with genuine curiosity. His tone was so warm that it felt like he was opening a door to a safe place.

“It went well. I feel like I’m starting to earn their trust. Thank you for your help; I wouldn’t have done it without you.”

I placed my hand over his on my shoulder for a moment, reaffirming my gratitude.

“I’m glad it went well for you. I wish it were as easy at my job as just inviting people to dinner,” he replied with a tired smile that hid a deeper sadness.

“What’s troubling you about work?” I asked, trying to offer him the same support he had given me.

He paused, looking toward where the dogs were playing carelessly. He seemed to be debating whether to speak or keep it to himself. Finally, he let out a sigh and admitted:

“You could say that my coworkers and I are drifting further apart. We’ve known each other for years, but now it feels like we’re strangers. It makes me nostalgic to realize that.”

We watched the dogs play, excited, as if they had known each other forever. Their carefree wagging tails and chaotic sprints seemed to reflect a pure, instant connection. I waited in silence, giving him time to gather his thoughts.

“It’s ironic,” he began, a bitter smile on his lips. “I’m distancing myself from them too. I don’t want them to realize how much their distance affects me, but I also don’t want them to feel obligated to spend time together like we used to.”

His words lingered in the air, heavy with a weight that seemed to wear him down. When he finished, he looked at me, and in his eyes, I saw a mix of vulnerability and a hint of shame for saying it out loud.

“I understand you,” I responded, trying to ease the tension. My voice came out softer than I expected, as if stepping into sacred ground.

“Before my mom passed away, my family was very close. But when she left, my dad and I drifted apart. We each tried to heal the wound she left… but we did it alone. I never tried to reach out to him, and now I regret it. My dad passed away a few years ago too, and sometimes I think about how things could’ve been if I had told him how I felt.”

The knot I felt while confessing this to Kim was strange, but at the same time, liberating. It was the first time I had talked about it with someone, and doing it with him made me feel less alone.

“I think if you reach out to them and tell them how you feel, they’ll understand,” I continued, trying to give him some hope. “I bet they feel the same. Humans are nostalgic by nature and always seek a place to return to.”

Kim gave me a small but genuine smile, and in that moment, we shared an unspoken understanding. Having someone to confide in, even for just a moment, made the burden we carried feel lighter.

To break the melancholic air, I decided to call Susy. When she saw me, she ran toward me with all her strength, wagging her tail so enthusiastically that I could almost feel the avalanche coming. Knowing she would inevitably knock me over, I ran to hide behind Kim, using him as a human shield.

The strategy, however, didn’t work. Susy slammed into him full force, knocking him backward with me trapped underneath.

“This time it wasn’t you tackling me, but your dog. You’re both a menace,” he said with a laugh as he struggled to pin me to the ground and tease me a little more.

“If you keep teasing me, people will think we’re fighting again,” I replied, laughing, finally managing to get up with his help. The night felt lighter thanks to that silly but comforting exchange.

“I think it’s time to head home. We’ll both wake up sore tomorrow,” Kim said, dusting off his clothes.

He decided to walk me to my house. But just before we arrived, a

few steps from my door, he stopped. He looked at me as if he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure. I could feel the air change around us, the kind of moment that stays in your memory long after it’s gone.

“I’m glad I met you,” he finally said, his voice soft, almost hesitant, as if afraid to say it.

My heart skipped a beat. The way he said those words, with an honesty that reached me, left me without a reply. I simply nodded, smiling, hoping my expression was enough to convey that I felt the same way.

A figure dressed entirely in black sprinted over the fence of my garden. The intruder glanced at us for a second before vanishing into the shadows.

“Hey! What are you doing?” I shouted with all the strength my surprise and fear allowed me.

The shock rooted me to the ground, as if my legs refused to respond. The reality that someone had entered my home—my private space—felt like a direct blow to the chest. Vulnerable and powerless, I could only watch as the stranger disappeared into the darkness.

“Who was that? Was it your house?” Kim asked, alarmed, his gaze darting between the direction the intruder had gone and my pale face.

Without a word, I leaned against him, unable to stand on my own from the fright. Kim didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around me, pulling me into a protective embrace that, while it couldn’t erase the fear, made me feel I wasn’t alone in that moment.

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Thanks for reading!!!

[ninyard]

From the banter fic prompts #14 "who does this belong to" pretty please

short silly fluffy domestic andreil for you my friend! thank you for the ask <3

“Who does this belong to?” Aka the disagreement over sharing clothes sometime in the distant future.

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“You are long past the days of being a liar,” Andrew was lazily folding laundry at the end of the bed as he insisted on continuing the meaningless play argument they’d started earlier. One pile next to him was freshly dried clothes Neil had washed earlier, the other side haphazardly folded clothes Andrew simply refused to fold neatly. “Admitting it to yourself is the first step.”

“I have nothing to admit.” Neil held his hands up as he sat with his back to the headboard of their bed. It was one of those days full of nothing but chores, the day of the week in which they had to force each other to complete the menial domestic tasks that kept their home running smoothly. He was trapped by the cat on his lap, of course, his excuse as to why he wasn’t helping Andrew with the folding. Both of them were comfortable in their sweatpants and pyjamas, and a record played softly from the living room. “We’ve been sharing clothes since my sophomore year. I’m telling you this argument is invalid.”

Andrew paused and pointed at the hoodie Neil was hearing. Neil took the strings in his hands and smiled, his head cocked to accompany the cheeky grin. “That is mine.”

“This is ours,” Neil corrected him, and Andrew shook his head as he placed down the T-shirt in his hands. “Not yours.”

“I specifically remember buying that before a game in New York because all the clothes I’d packed were too thin, and it was cold.” Andrew said, then re-corrected Neil. “It is mine.”

“So, whose t-shirt are you wearing right now?” Neil nodded towards the beige top Andrew had pulled off the floor that morning.

“My own.” Andrew said, nonchalant, knowing Neil hadn’t succeeded in proving his point. “Because I bought it without explicit intent for it to belong to the both of us. I bought it for me. You can wear it if you want, but it’s still mine.”

“Bad example, then, because I’ve never worn it.” Neil leaned forward and pulled a sweater out of the pile of clean clothes that he knew both of them adorned pretty often. “Who’s is this?”

“Yours.” Neil tutted in disagreement, and Andrew waved the reaction off. “Just because we are living this domestic nightmare doesn’t mean we have to become the same person, you know. You can just settle for saying you like wearing my clothes.”

“But I’m not wearing your clothes.” He folded up the sweater to help out, throwing it onto the already-folded pile. “That’s our sweater.”

“If you say so.” Andrew shrugged and threw a T-shirt at him. It disturbed the sleeping cat, who jumped off the bed and skittered away on the hardwood floors. “Who does that belong to?”

Neil held it up and looked at it. “Both of us.”

“That’s yours.” Before Neil could put the tee down, Andrew threw another, causing him to drop it anyway as the second article of clothing hit him in the face. “And who does that belong to?”

Neil recognised it without having to look. “That one is mine. I’ve never seen you wear it.”

“You are so close to getting it.” Andrew threw two more at him in quick succession, and Neil laughed as he struggled to catch them both. “Rapid fire. Tell me, Neil, who do they belong to?”

“This one is yours because it’s too big for me.” Neil held them both up, dodging another one being thrown his way. “This one is ours, and that one,” he nodded at the third one that had gotten caught on their headboard. “That one we both wear, so it’s both of ours too.”

“Yes, no, no.” Andrew caught them with a soft, barely there smile, as Neil hurled them back his way. “You bought the second two, so they’re yours.”

“But you love that one.” Neil gestures towards the one his boyfriend was currently folding. Andrew pouted, neither agreeing or disagreeing, even though he knew the statement was true. “You always wear it. Is it too romantic to just admit that there are some things in this life that belong to the both of us, together?”

“Our home does.” Andrew tilted his head back and forth. “Our cats do. There are things we bought as equals that belong to both of us. There are pieces of clothing,” he held up a hoodie as an example. “That we bought together. Although it may come as a surprise to you, the things you buy these days do actually belong to you.”

“Sure,” Neil leaned forward to pair together some of the socks that sat with the pile. “But normal couples share things.”

“And we do share things,” Andrew nodded. “My point is that if we ever had to go our separate ways again, there’s things you would take, that if I asked you right now who they belonged to, you would say both of us. That’s all.”

“Oh, so it’s like, you’re just covering your ass for when we break up, is that it?”

“I meant if you transferred teams, dumbass. But if that’s where your mind takes you, then maybe you and I should have a conversation.” Andrew said. Neil didn’t bother to argue and just shook his head at the suggestion, still smiling as he tucked one sock into the other. “I just don’t agree that everything we share has to belong to the both of us.”

“That’s your opinion. I just don’t have to agree with it, either.” Andrew placed the empty laundry basket on the floor and picked up the pile of folded clothes to put them away as Neil spoke. “But truthfully, you only think that because it means you can still say that you like how your clothes looks on me. I know that’s it.”

“Maybe you’re right.” Andrew tucked the t-shirts into a drawer. “Maybe you’re wrong. Usually wrong.”

Andrew knew there was some semblance of truth to what Neil had said, and Neil knew it too. They would argue about it again, at some point. For now, they agreed to disagree, and Andrew tucked away his own hoodies.

Neil put away their socks.

[concentrateandpush]

Request/idea fiction: an intimate scene of only the couple homebirth, where pushing is long? Thanks

We met around a year and a half ago and as a lesbian couple, nobody expected us to announce our pregnancy at our wedding which happened a year after we met. I guess we just both knew what we wanted and figured waiting would be pointless.

My wife is carrying, I’m desperate to carry too, but she’s slightly older and so, we compromised. What we didn’t compromise on was the delivery. Blair wanted a very intimate delivery, just her and I. I’ve given birth before, a long time ago, back when I was young and stupid but rest assured, my son went to a perfect home.

It’s 1am and we’ve just eaten our weight in pizza and spicy noodles, we’re watching TikTok in bed and Blair turns to me with a look of concern. “Lena, how much pain is too much pain for just a twinge?” she asks and I look back with curiosity. “I guess.. I mean-“ I stop and laugh “Baby, has it started?” I ask. “I think.. I think I’m having labour pains” she says nervously.

We didn’t want anything fancy, just the bath for water, the bed with a towel and the coziness of our cottage.

“Okay, you’re okay” I nod “let me get you a hot water bottle and I’ll get you comfortable” I smile reassuringly. “Don’t you dare leave me” she says stubbornly and I roll my eyes “come here” I whisper as she rests her head on my chest, whimpering quietly. “Shh, shh, shh” I whisper “you’re okay, everything is going smoothly” I add.

The contractions are dull and achy but I see the struggle she’s having, so at around 4am, I suggest us both sleeping, which at first, she absolutely refuses to try, but after a few back and foot rubbies, she agrees.

It’s not until 10.30am that I wake to her rubbing her belly in her sleep, moaning relatively loudly, but not even waking herself up. “Okay, okay sweetheart..” I nod and take over the rubbing as she opens her eyes slowly. “You’re doing great mamma” I smile reassuringly. “Mmm, baby” she moans “it hurts, it’s hurting me” she grumbles as she reaches down to touch herself. “I’m not wet, so my waters are still intact” she says almost trying to convince herself she’s got ages to go.

I sit up slowly and kiss her forehead before throwing my hair up and I climb between her legs, resting my head on her thigh. “You look sore” I sigh, looking at her tummy. She just nods before reaching for my hand “it’s coming” she whispers and I nod, stroking her thigh gently. She paces her breaths perfectly as she takes the contraction in her stride. “That’s right, in and out, slowly and gently” I nod. I can tell it’s intensifying because she’s moaning with out even realising on an out breath.

“Baby I need..” she mutters “I need to get in water” she says quickly and I nod reassuringly before heading out to run a bath. I know it won’t be long now, I can just feel her getting closer.

As the bath finishes filling, I go in and take both of her hands, steadying her before guiding her into the bathroom and lowering her into the bath. I take a cup and pour it on her bump, taking it all in because it’ll be the last time. “I want him out so badly, but I’ll miss this” she sighs and I laugh “you’ll miss the sickness? And the heartburn? And the fact I’ve not been able to touch your boobs for 9 months?!”. “Oh baby, you know what I mean” she laughs, knowing I’m teasing.

“Mmmm” she moans, going ridged “I..” she starts before humming a low pitched tone, cradling her perfect bump. “Let it out, good job” I whisper. “Ba-baby!” She screams as I see the water turn cloudy. “Was that-“ she starts and I nod “yep”. “So, my waters have gone?” She asks to clarify and I rub her leg, excitedly “mhm, baby’s coming”.

I find my hand between her legs and resting on her opening before sliding a finger in and grinning “sweetheart, you’re almost ready to push” I say, surprised. “N-no” she shakes her head but I chuckle “I’m here, I won’t leave your side” I say calmly. “You’re doing it, you’re bringing him into the world” I smile.

As she feels a contraction, I see her grip the handles of the bath ready to push and I rub her back gently. “You ready?” I ask and she nods before taking a deep breath and pushing her chin to her chest. She’s silent, completely silent, but focused and with every second that goes by, her face gets redder. I can tell she’s stopped pushing because she lets out an exhausted release of her breath. “Ngah.. I.. I can’t” she shakes her head and I reassure her “you can, you’re doing it”.

“N-no water” she shakes her head and I get up, slowly helping her out of the bath and back to the bedroom. Every step gets harder and as we get to the foot of the bed she stops “again” she mutters and I get down, letting her lean on my shoulders. Her legs shake as she gives a big, long push, letting her inhibitions go as she squeals at the end. “Good job baby, let’s get you comfortable” I say calmly as I lay her down.

“Okay, you’re doing well, we’re going to stay here and just work baby out together okay” I say softly as she opens her legs and I sit cross legged between them. “What if I can’t?” She asks and I give her a cheeky wink “if anyone can, it’s you”.

A few minutes go by and she looks up, her eyes begging for me to help as she grips the back of one leg. “Pull this back and push down for me” I say softly as I watch her begin to birth. She nods and grits her teeth as she bears down, her stomach tightening and her legs spreading further. “That’s it” I smile as the head slowly peaks, until she stops, spluttering and trying to get herself together.

I think it hits her here, because she starts to pant and breathe faster, trying to get rid of the pain. It doesn’t take long until she’s hard at work again, pulling both legs this time and scrunching her face up as she gets frustrated, pushing with all her might. “Why isn’t he coming?!” She cries out. “He’s coming, it’s just the staying that’s hard” I explain.

“Pillows” she says bluntly and I prop her up so that she’s almost sat with her legs opened up in front of her. She’s beautiful. She takes sips of water as she rubs her bump gently. “Ready to go again?” I ask and she nods, taking my hands and pulling as leverage. “Gaaah” she grunts before panting and going straight in again, trying everything she can to get the strength to push. “C-come out” she grunts through gritted teeth, pushing and pushing the hardest she can muster.

“Okay, we’ve got a bit of head” I smile “but I think we need to get some rope, you can pull on that” I say before getting a dressing gown tie and looping it around the headboard. “Here we go, pull, as hard as you need as you push” I say with a reassuring smile.

She holds on and waits until the next contraction before taking a deep breath and this time, letting it all out. It’s almost a growl more than a grunt, there are fluids pouring around the head as she edges our baby closer and closer, her lips going white with the stretching. “Keep that coming mamma” I coach. She takes a deep breath and screams as she pushes again, this time bringing herself to a full crown.

“Baby you’re doing it” I cry “you’re crowning” I mutter. She’s panting, wriggling in pain as she holds this giant head between her legs. “You see him?” She checks and I nod, bringing her hand down, letting her feel him as he enters the world.

She starts to get up and I know by her movements she’s getting on her hands and knees. “Easy” I remind her before she gets into position.

“Get ready” she mumbles into the pillow as I see her hand reaching up between her legs to keep contact with baby. The scream she lets into the pillow is so loud and I can feel the strength she’s pouring in but the head doesn’t budge. “Harder baby” I tell her and she cries “I can’t” she whispers. “Of course you can, try for me” I say with a little reassuring stroke of the leg.

She lets out a low, grunt that last forever and during that forever, the head pops out with what seems like litres of water. The panic and change in Blair’s breathing shows the effort she made and I just climb up to hold her into me. “You’ve done the hardest, baby, you’ve done the hardest bit” I say with excitement but equal amounts of compassion.

“Ready to meet him?” She asks me and I nod, watching her reach behind her legs and pull them back with a grunt like moan. “Work with mama” she mutters as she pushes. “Come on, puush baby” I whisper as I see movement. “Gaahhhh!” She cries out. “Baby, you.. you did it” I sob as I pick up our newborn, bringing him straight to her chest.

“You did it” I cry, just taking it all in as I nuzzle into them both. “I did.. but you’re doing it next time” she says with a laugh

[haikyuubby]

I’m not sure if this is how to request a fox or not, but here goes! I have been thinking about a fic where Mitsuri (and maybe the other girls) have a mission with fem? reader where they have to go undercover similar to how they did in the mugen train arc? I just thought it would be good for fluff and/or some possible hurt comfort?? Either way I love you sapphic works!! <3

𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 ; mitsuri x reader

❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞. ❞

↳ ੈ‧₊˚ ┊͙(this is basically the red light district arc, but with mitsuri and y/n.)

❀ - fluff, female reader

also thank you for reading my sapphic works!

it was late at night, and you and mitsuri were on a train, on your way to yoshiwara.

you two were paired up on a mission to find a lower ranked demon that was hiding in a brothel in the red light district.

on the train, you two had dressed up as regular civilians, wanting to avoid attention.

“y/n! aren’t you glad that we got paired up for this?! it should be really easy!” mitsuri whisper yells in your ear.

“yeah, i agree. we should still be cautious since the demon is still one of the 12 kizuki.” you reply.

“right!” she replies.

it’s been about 2 hours, and you’ve finally arrived in yoshiwara.

“it’s so crowded, y/n! make sure to stay close!” mitsuri yells while grabbing your hand, causing you to get flustered.

you two walk around, hand in hand and take in the scenery in front of you.

being in a place like this wasn’t normal for you, since you haven’t been here before.

after some eating and walking around, you and mitsuri decide to continue your mission.

you both figured out which house the demon was in. it was in the tokito house.

it was later that night, and you saw, (what you assumed to be that demon) on top of tokito house’s rooftop.

as soon as the demon spots you and mitsuri’s weapons, it runs, out near the outskirts of yoshiwara.

“at least it’s running away from all the people.” you say to mitsuri.

“yeah, still though, we don’t know what villages are nearby, so we’ve gotta catch it!” she replies.

the fight didn’t last long, combined with you and mitsuri’s excellent swordsmanship, the demon was taken down in a matter of minutes. turns out it was only lower rank 5.

you two started headed back to the demon slayer headquarters after the fight.

on your way back, you spot shinobu in a nearby village.

“should we go say hi?” you ask mitsuri.

“why not, come on!” she exclaims while running towards shinobu.

after catching up with shinobu, you and mitsuri head back to the estate to report to ubuyashiki.

the next evening, you and mitsuri decide to hang out and relax a bit.

“so mitsuri, what did you think of yesterday’s mission?” you ask while taking a bite of your noodles.

“it was okay, i really liked spending time with you, y/n.” mitsuri says while holding your hand.

you blush at her sudden initiation of physical contact.

“i enjoyed spending time with you too, mitsuri.” you respond, rubbing your fingers over her knuckles.

mitsuri was the type of woman that reminded you of a home cooked meal or light rain during spring, she was always so warm, so comforting.

this made it incredibly easy for you to fall for her, despite you both being women.

“can i ask you something?” you start.

“you can always ask me anything, y/n.” mitsuri responds.

“i know that it’s not traditional to be with someone that’s the same gender as you, but i really like you, mitsuri.” you confess, looking away in slight embarrassment.

“people can’t control their feelings for one another, i feel the same way you do, y/n. i want to be with you no matter what, though! i don’t care what people say or think…” mitsuri replies while grabbing your face, making you look her in the eyes.

you’re silent for a moment, taking in her features.

for a second, you forget that you two are in a restaurant.

“mitsuri, c’mon, i want to continue this conversation somewhere more private.”

after you said that to her, you guys make your way to a nearby lake.

the sun was setting, making the lake glimmer.

the wind was blowing ever so slightly, and birds were chirping in the trees nearby.

the natural landscape was almost as beautiful as the woman standing in front of you.

“i want you…to be my girlfriend.” you say.

mitsuri blushes and pulls you in for a hug, a little tight, but lovingly.

“of course i’ll be your girlfriend!” she responds.

after that, you two sit and enjoy the scenery in front of you while holding each other.

[modern-day-bard]

Other Duties As Assigned: A Joel Miller AU Fanfiction

Content Warning: 18+ This story includes mature themes such as drinking, stalking, violence, and explicit smut. Minors, do not interact.

Chapter 26: Point Guard

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Joel

How blissfully peculiar it is to wake up in complete silence. Last night, I can’t remember having one nightmare, or even a dream. I was just…rested. For the second night in a row, and for the first time in several years, I felt rested.

I wasn’t convinced that the dreams had spared me when I woke up to a pile of hair that looked like honey and smelled just as sweet. But I was really there, with Gwen, even if I had spent it on top of the covers again. She may have rolled her eyes at me, but we had other business to attend to without complicating things further. For now.

The news broke shortly after we arrived back at Gwen's temporary apartment two nights ago. Beyond the knowledge that it was out in the world, Gwen hadn’t checked on anything as far as I know. We received the notice from Janet, and got back to our routine. It must have bothered her a little, because she asked me to give her more self-defense lessons the night when we got back from Harper’s. I was happy to oblige, though we didn’t get through much before she was yawning non stop. She insisted she could keep going, but by the fifth time I mentioned sleep, she finally agreed.

Gwen also received the email with a detailed report of all of her staff’s updated background checks, which I now have reminded her to look at twice. The second time she said it was going to be her reading material on the way to Paris. The idea of being stuck on a plane with her reading through all of my search history was a little less than comfortable, but I can’t say that’s the most intimate thing we’ve done anymore.

We’ve both been more careful these last two nights, probably because of the news. Even still, there is an energy between us like we are at a constant battle of wills to see how long we can make it before we look at each other again. And when we do, a new battle begins of who will be able to break away first. In sleep, she’s always reaching for me. Her leg wrapping around mine, or her hand stretching out until she can find gentle purchase on my arm. A small, content smile forms on her lips every time she finds me, and it’s always a struggle to fall asleep after the high of seeing her like that.

I feel for her walking through the building these past two days. Everyone always watches her. Well, how could you not? But this time is different. There’s pity there, which I hope Gwen doesn’t notice. It would disgust her. She keeps her head held high, even if there is pity, concern, or curiosity. Only Julian has had the balls to actually ask her about it, but I’ve heard the whispers in the hallway once Gwen’s door is closed. They probably think their secrets are safe with me, as I’m also on staff. But I’d share anything I hear whenever she asks, just as happily as I’d continue to share her bed for as long as she’ll let me.

I wasn’t that happy, however, to be in the car now, on the way to a Knicks game, with Gwen and Paul chatting in the backseat.

Paul seemed alright enough. He had a slightly nervous energy every time we were around him, but for all I knew, he was like that with everyone. Whatever his nerves may be, he must do a good job at quelling them to have landed such a high position at Russell Corp.

Gwen mentioned this morning that she was hoping to switch departments, and Paul was the best person to talk to. It didn’t make sense to me why she wouldn’t just speak directly with her father when she has the same name as the company itself, but I went along with it. As we’re leaving for Paris tomorrow, this was the soonest available time for them to get together. And, as it seems, Gwen was trying to butter him up before asking the question outright.

As soon as we arrive at Madison Square Garden, I’m wishing that they had chosen just to get dinner.

Carlos and Jace were almost a package deal with me at this point, and they arrived before we did to give us extra cover as Paul and Gwen exit the car. Even still, this place is packed. Packed and very, very loud. Road noise aside, there were hundreds of fans around every corner that seemed to already be incredibly drunk, some shouting across the large hallways of the arena. I felt a little relief when Gwen had donned a Knicks baseball cap as we left the office, providing her a bit more camouflage. That relief fades away as many people in similar gear still turn to see who the woman in heels is, and why she would be surrounded by bodyguards.

It doesn’t seem to phase Gwen as she laughs with Paul, lightly touching his arm. She seems to know exactly where she is going through the crowds, even though myself, Jace, and Carlos are technically the one’s leading her to her father’s suite. I stand just a hair closer to her than necessary, keeping my hand hovering behind her back. The way several of the men passing by have eyed her makes my jaw lock into place. It was unlikely the stalker would be here tonight, but that didn’t make Gwen immune to unwanted attention.

I’m grateful to see that there is a glass barrier between us and the rest of the fans once we are in the suite.

I stand by the door, folding my arms, expecting to stay here for the duration of the game, but after Gwen shows Paul over to the food, she comes up to me, smiling sweetly.

“Mr. Miller, won’t you join us for the game?” She bats her eyelashes, extending her arm toward the seats. She’s still playing with me, even with our one sided feud now dead and buried. After a quick glance to confirm Paul was too engrossed in the catering to notice, I gave her a wink. And just as I thought, her smile turned mischievous.

As I join her at our seats, she asks, “Are you a basketball fan?”

I shake my head, “No ma’am. Football, sometimes.”

“Have you ever been to a game?”

“A few. Never in a suite like this,” I glance behind us at the spacious room with leather couches, standing tables, and a kitchenette complete with drinks and catered food.

Gwen thinks for a moment. “Would Carlos and Jace like a seat as well?” They had remained outside as instructed.

“Unfortunately, they need to be outside to guard the door.” I normally would offer to switch, but I didn’t trust anyone but myself to look after her. Even my confidence that my own abilities dwindled sometimes.

Gwen looks a little disappointed, but she nods as Paul takes a seat on her right with a plate full of food.

The first half of the game is exciting, with both teams trading off the lead. I learn that the Knicks are playing the Bucks, and it’s tight right up until the buzzer. It’s impressive, watching it all unfold from what are probably the best seats in the house. I’m even more impressed that Gwen waits until halftime to lay into Paul.

“So, Paul, I’m really hoping to talk to you about transitions.”

“Oh?” Paul is fixated on the dancers making their way to the mid court line.

“Yes. Specifically, a transition for me from radio to the Isla Foundation.”

This quickly gets his attention. “Oh,” He glances at me for a moment, but I pretend I’m watching the first few rows in front of us. “I’m not sure that’s possible.”

“Really?” Gwen’s voice is innocent, and just the right amount of shocked. “Why? I thought I was supposed to gain some understanding of the entire company. Not just our least profitable sector.”

Paul clears his throat. “You are—that’s true. Why don’t we move you to theme parks? Maybe that would be a good move before changing to entertainment?”

There’s a beat where Gwen purses her lips, pretending to think. I know she’s thought the entire conversation through numerous times. She just needs Paul to believe that she is actually considering his unacceptable offer, even if for a moment.

“So, if that were the goal, would I move to the Isla Foundation after entertainment?”

“Um…” Paul glances at the door absentmindedly. “I’m not sure.”

“What’s a ballpark timeline?” It’s the most calm voice I’ve ever heard for an interrogation.

“Guinevere…” Paul starts, looking at her, looking away, shifting in his seat. “I can’t say for sure.”

“Can you tell me why I’m not allowed on the philanthropy board at least?”

“I never said you weren’t allowed.”

“And yet you won’t allow it.” There’s just a hint of sharpness to her now, even as she lounges back in her chair, her arm slung over the side of Paul’s. She watches him like a lynx. Completely relaxed, even right before she goes in for the kill.

After Paul’s prolonged silence, she sighs, leaning forward to grab her drink off the small table in front of us. “Paul, you won’t be in trouble for telling me something that I, most likely, already know. Why won’t you let me join that side of the company?”

“It’s not me!” Paul’s hands go up, and then dread and realization cascade over him. He runs a hand through his partially graying hair, exasperated. “It’s not me. I was just given instruction that you were too…risqué to be part of either charity.”

Paul may be the messenger here, but I’d still like to punch him across the face for that one.

“Risqué?” Gwen asks carefully.

“Yes. With your social media accounts, bikini photos, the rumors of your dating history…” Paul trails off, clocking the stare I’m giving him now. “It’s not what I believe, Gwen. Really, it isn’t. But I was told that you weren’t to go near the Isla Foundation for PR purposes.”

Gwen nods slowly, absorbing the insult as Paul watches her nervously and music blasts throughout the arena around us.

“What about the other PR stunts? What about the rumors of some of the men on the board? Murphy is doing photo ops for the foundation, for Christ’s sake.”

Paul’s voice softens. “It’s not my choice, Gwen. I agree with you.”

“What about the Russell Foundation? Why can’t I get started there?”

Paul contemplates this momentarily. “That one is…possible. I’m not sure if it’s off limits or not but we could try.”

To me, that sounds pretty promising. To Gwen, knowing far more than me, it’s not enough. “What does trying look like?”

Paul runs a hand down his face, and the crowd cheers as the teams reenter the court. Only a few moments left to seal the deal. “You mentioned you were leaving tomorrow? By the time you get back, I will have placed you somewhere else. I will try to see what I can do about the Russell Foundation.”

Gwen purses her lips. “Do you think you could do more if this suite was available to you for the rest of the season?”

Paul smiles now, “It couldn’t hurt.”

Gwen’s returning smile is warm, all signs of the lynx vanishing. “That sounds like a good start.” She clinks her glass against his just as the buzzer sounds.

- - -

I feel some of the tension ease from my jaw and shoulders when we get back into the car, and even more so when we are finally dropping Paul off at his building. Rodney pulls over to the curb, and I pretend not to be eavesdropping.

“Thank you, Guinevere. You know how to show a guy a good time.”

I clench my fists in the front seat. His tone doesn’t exactly read as innocuous.

“Of course. I hope you’ll keep what we discussed in mind and I’ll speak to you as soon as I get back.”

“Right. See you then,” Paul leaves the car, and Gwen slumps back in her seat. I wish I was the one driving so I could see her face in the rearview mirror. That way I could at least try to determine how she thought it went.

Back at her new building, we follow our routine. Gwen says goodnight to all three of us, and I enter my room long enough to hear their door close. Usually I would shower before going to her room, but I want to see if we can squeeze in some more self-defense training before she gets too tired this time. Five minutes later, and I’m lightly knocking on a door that is opened before I can finish.

“He’s such a liar, isn’t he?” Gwen scoffs after the door closes behind me.

“About…which part?” I take a seat on the couch, even though my sheet and pillows have been moved to her bed several nights ago.

“All of it. And saying that it’s because I’m too ‘risqué,’ meanwhile they’ve paid thousands in hush money over the years even before they came to work for my father. Ridiculous.”

She’s pacing back and forth, still in her heels. I imagine she’s been pacing since we got home.

“He seemed like he was telling the truth to me. He’s just so nervous that—”

“No, no. My father is the liar. Poor Paul is just the messenger. Who else would tell him that he shouldn’t add me to my own mother’s foundation? Only other board members would even have the authority to do that. You’d think my seat would count for something, but apparently I'm not allowed to sit in it all the time.”

She stops, taking a deep inhale.

“You mentioned Murphy again.” I couldn’t help but say it. None of it is my business, and it hasn’t been my business since I arrived. But that didn't stop me from wondering. Didn’t stop the anger rising in my body when she mentioned him or Ralph and whatever happened between them.

“The groom, yes.” Her mind is somewhere else, her eyes scanning across the floor.

“What I mean is, what happened with him? And Ralph?”

This gets her attention, or at least part of it. “What do you mean?”

“You mentioned him again tonight, and I know their presence is one of the worst parts of Wednesday dinners. What did they do?”

“Oh. They’ve just made weird comments over the years.”

I give her a minute, both of us knowing I won’t be satisfied with that answer. But being who she is, she doesn’t give in to me right away.

“What sorts of comments, Gwen?” I ask softly.

“Ugh, I don’t know. Comparing me to my mom to start. Saying that they were lucky to have me since she was already taken.”

My fists clench at my sides for the second time tonight. “Which one said that?”

“Ralph. Murphy agreed. I was sixteen at the time—it was a family birthday party. Murphy also commented on my bathing suit that day.”

An extra deep cut with Paul’s comment tonight, I imagine.

“Anyway,” Gwen sighs, as if we were discussing the weather, “Murphy ramped it up when I was eighteen. I remember one truly egregious comment about the size of my chest,” she laughs without humor, “But thankfully I was off to college by then. When I interned, he backed off quite a bit. My guess is it was due to seeing me in the boardroom, reminding him that I’d be his boss one day. But that’s just a guess.”

“Gwen…” I say even softer than before, “That’s sexual harassment.”

And to add to my frustration, she rolls her eyes. “You think I don’t know that? I have my own plans for them once I do take over, but unfortunately, like most things in this world, I’m playing the long game. It’s not a simple task to cut out a board member. Most of the time you have to wait and hope they step down.”

“I know you know. I just meant…I’m shocked that they feel comfortable doing so.”

She smiles at me in a sardonic way that makes my stomach churn. “Money makes everyone comfortable with doing bad things.”

Finally, with another sigh, she perches on the edge of one of the dining room chairs, settling somewhat. “It seems to be common with them. Even Cryus. I like him enough, but his wife just divorced him not too long ago. Rumor has it that it was for cheating with multiple women. The Russell Corp epidemic, I suppose.”

I want to know if she ever told her father. And if she did, what did he do? Not enough, if these men were still working for him, earning millions each year under his name. It made me want to go back to the night where Cyrus joined Gwen in the hot tub so I could walk in and rip him out of the water. Maybe he hadn’t been one of the men to say disgusting things to a teenager, but they were all complicit in it.

“Joel?” Gwen’s quiet voice anchors me. “You look like you…have a headache or something.” Her eyes dart down to my still-clenched fists, and I release them quickly.

I shake my head in hopes of clearing it. “Sorry. It’s…unsettling, hearing those things even secondhand. And I’m sorry you had to hear them from men like that.”

“You’re angry,” she whispers. I guess I hadn’t thought to filter my tone.

“Yes. That shouldn’t have happened to you. I wish I had been there…”

“You didn’t even know me then.”

“They don’t even know you now.”

This makes Gwen’s gaze soften further, and she looks almost concerned watching me. After a few moments of us measuring each other’s expressions, she kicks off her shoes.

“Are we doing more self-defense tonight?”

I shouldn’t be surprised that she’d still be game even after all that.

“You’re the boss, Miss Russell. You tell me.”

“Unfortunately, I think it would be a good idea.” She hops up from her chair, shrugging off her blazer. “That is, unless you’re too tired.”

I can tell she’s sincere in the way she says it, but I still see it as a challenge. “Not at all.” I stand from my place on the couch, meeting her in the middle of the kitchen.

“Let’s start with what you remember.” I try not to read into the way she scans me head to toe as I approach her. “Can we try a wrist grab?”

Gwen nods. “Go on.”

I grab her wrist, gently at first, before bringing it up and attempting to yank it behind her back. Gwen quickly turns her hand and twists away from me, breaking the hold.

“Good. Now, both hands.”

I grab both of her wrists, holding them tightly in front of her. She yanks them toward her sides, but doesn’t break free.

“Harder,” I tell her.

She yanks them sharply, all the way to her sides this time, making sure to step back as strong as possible.

“Perfect.”

She smiles. “Now if only my attacker will tell me what he’s going to do before he does it.”

I grab her wrist quickly, softly, but still catching her off guard. I pull her closer to me so I can whisper, “If you ever have an attacker make it this far, then I’ve failed you. And I expect you to take out all that anger on him.”

She narrows her gaze at me. “It doesn't necessarily mean you’ve failed. What if someone broke in here while you were in your room?”

I drop my voice an octave lower. “We both know I won’t be in my room.”

Her face flushes, and I know I won this round.

“I’ll show you how to break out of a hold from behind, and then you can take a shower.”

“Is that your polite way of telling me I smell?”

I dip my head lower so that my nose nudges her neck. “You smell amazing. But again, I know you always shower before bed.”

She sighs a little before answering, “Right.”

We play out a few of the maneuvers, and I explain to her how to break out of a hold around her waist and her neck. Just like the other night, she is far more focused than a few months ago. She nods intently, listening to every word, and mimicking my motions before she tries them herself.

“Okay, this time is full force. And then we can call it quits. Ready?” I tap her shoulders gently before letting go, and she nods her head in the affirmative.

I lunge forward, wrapping my arm around the sides of her shoulders so she can’t lift her arms. Immediately, she shifts one of her hands through our center, grabbing onto my opposite arm. Pushing against, she breaks apart, pretending to elbow me in the gut before turning and kicking out with her foot.

“Good girl. Well done.” I smile at her, impressed, but her eyes flare with something else. “I think I preferred dancing, though. Your elbow had a little punch to it.”

“Maybe you just have to be a bit quicker,” she tosses a lock of hair behind her, straightening her top.

“Or you’re just a quick learner. It wasn’t like that the first time.”

“Oh?” Gwen starts finger-combing her hair, sounding mildly interested.

“Yeah, you ran out on me pretty quick. Why’d you start paying attention?”

She shrugs, “The threat feels a little different now...and there’s people I care about at stake,” Then, on a dime, her voice turns playful. “Plus last time, I was too turned on to think,” She smiles at me as if she just told me to have a good night, and struts off toward the bathroom.

Wait.

“What?” I call after her, a stunned laugh escaping my lips.

I follow her, determined to hear the explanation, but she’s already closed the bathroom door. Lust and curiosity encourage me to knock, and I listen to them.

“Yes?” Gwen calls innocently through the barrier.

“Care to explain?” I ask just as sweetly.

The shower turns on, and it’s even harder to hear her reply. “Go shower so we can get some sleep, Joel. We have an early flight tomorrow!”

I sigh, leaning my forehead against the cool wood. “You’re going to be the death of me,” I whisper, knowing my center of gravity can’t hear me through the door.

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Masterlist

[jammingjaem]

choose 5 moots! what do you think of when you see their usernames or when you talk to them? (i.e: the ocean, because—)

AAAAAAA WAIT THIS IS SO CUTE?? crying sobbing and squealing bc i got a lot to say?? i’m adding a song that also gives off the same vibes (imo):

@suzayaaa: the smell of a library. suza reminds me of the smell of a library because she feels both familiar and wise??, like the stories and knowledge stored in old books. i don’t know, to me, suza has a nostalgic aura that brings back memories of exploring shelves filled with adventure and learning. but at the same time, she also has a fresh energy that makes her vibrant and exciting, like the anticipation of discovering a new book. suza embodies the mix of old and new, just like the atmosphere of a library where tradition meets innovation? does that make any sense? so, when i think of suza, i’m like… reminded of the comforting scent of a library, full of experience and adventure. a song that gives me the same feeling is lovelovelove by yerin baek.

@polarisjisung: a getaway car. mei reminds me of a getaway car because she's comforting, like a safe escape when i feel out of place. her feed, profile, and pieces offer comfort, just like slipping into the driver’s seat of a getaway car. you would go to her profile and think that it’s like?? mysterious? but, mei is far from being enigmatic. instead, i think she radiates warmth and understanding. when i visit her profile, it's like going on to find peace and reassurance— not to be corny, but have you even read ‘bittersweet’ and ‘silent treatment’? get back to me on that one! anyway, mei’s presence is like a reliable escape route, always there when i need to find my way back to center?? a song that gives me the same vibe is disconnected by 5sos.

@lotties-readings: the beach. she definitely reminds me of the beach because her reactions and recommendations on my feed are refreshing and fun to see. i enjoy checking her profile to see what she recommends because she absolutely never misses. idk if it makes any sense? but it’s like soaking up the warmth and brightness at the beach whenever i come across her posts. i’ve never had a conversation with her, but lottie’s presence brings joy and energy, just like the feeling of an afternoon at the beach. a song that gives me a similar vibe is ocean by dept.

@00127am: falling in love for the first time. titi reminds me of falling in love for the first time because reading her works, especially ‘letters of my love’, gives me butterflies. an anon said that her writing is artistic and poetic (which i totally agree with). to be honest, it makes me squeal like a school girl with excitement. each word feels like a romantic dance, sweeping me off my feet. titi’s stories bring up feelings of passion and longing, just like experiencing love for the first time. with every word, i feel like i’m reminded of the enchanting magic of falling head over heels in love. a song that reminds me of that feeling is caught in your love by boys world.

@ghostofhyuck: a childhood friendship. cj reminds me of a childhood friendship because even though we may not be close, i feel comfortable around her as if we’ve known each other since childhood. it feels like being with her can allow you to joke around without feeling judged, creating a sense of ease and familiarity. the connection with cj brings back memories of carefree times and playful banter from childhood friendships. despite any distance or time apart, the bond with cj feels timeless and effortless, like picking up where you left off. with cj, it's like rediscovering the joy and comfort of childhood friendships all over again. a song that reminds me of that feeling is let’s get together by ateez.

[tyungelic]

Hi! sorry to hear that you're sick, sending you lots of health!

maybe you could do something w/ taehyun, where you're both college students and you both have your exams/finals. like late night studying, feeling safe and secure and encouraging each other, comfortable silence, maybe even at the library (which is 24/7 open, and they can overnight there)?

but completely sfw, and more like friends to lovers vibes or just subtle flirting?

omg this is longer than I thought but idk it's just an idea, and you're free to write however you want ^.^

thank you so much!! 🩵🩵

this is such a cute concept! taehyun would be such a good study buddy, he’s patient and understanding and i know that if you’re having a hard time grasping a topic or concept he would walk you through it or if you’re both stumped, you’d walk through it together until you finally have it down.

you appreciate his small gestures in particular the day before finals. you’ve downed nearly three energy drinks to pull an all-nighter. all your friends have fallen asleep except you and taehyun, you’re both sitting on the floor of your dorm room, notes and textbooks spread out in front of you.

you yawn and stretch your arms up over your head, slumping back into a hunch over your open journal.

taehyun’s small chuckle breaks your concentration.

“tired?” he asks, already sure of the answer.

“a little,” you say, making a pinching motion with your fingers. “you?”

“a little,” he echoes, a small yawn leaving his mouth. “can’t believe it’s almost 3. they stay up and game until way later than this, but i guess studying is where they draw the line.” taehyun motions to kai and beomgyu who are fast asleep on the floor beside you, using their textbooks as pillows.

you snicker, “they’ll be okay. we can always go through the flash cards when they wake up. as for us,” you leaf through your notes and find the next section to study. “we’ve still got work to do.”

“i think if there’s anyone who needs a break, it’s you,” taehyun says. “you’ve been studying nonstop.”

“we’ve been studying nonstop.”

“maybe we should both take a break then.”

another yawn leaves your mouth and you slump over yet again, unable to rub the sleep from your eyes. you give taehyun a doubtful look and he pats the floor beside him.

“come on, it’ll only be for a few minutes. here, i’ll set an alarm,” he picks up his phone and presses a few things, then puts it back on do not disturb.

it wouldn’t hurt to close your eyes for a little bit. you scoot over and sit right next to taehyun, his legs flush against yours, and lay your head on his shoulder.

“thanks for sticking with me through all this,” you mutter.

“of course. honestly, i don’t know why you study as hard as you do, you’re pretty smart.”

“i’ve done it for so long that i’m scared that if i stop, i’ll fail.”

taehyun snorts, “sounds like a curse.”

“yeah, it is,” you agree, voice still etched with tiredness. “i think i just like studying with you.”

taehyun hums and flutters his eyes shut, “mm, me too…”

you feel taehyun’s head rest against yours and your heart beats a little faster. the last thing you remember before drifting off to sleep is the warmth of his hand softly against yours.

next thing you know, you’re startling awake, gasping as if you’ve just come up from underwater. your heart slams against your chest as you look around you.

the rest of your study buddies are nowhere to be found and the notes that were splayed all over the floor are right where they were before you fell asleep. you check your phone for the time. there’s half an hour before your final exam starts.

“fuck, taehyun, wake up,” you say, panicked as you shake him by the shoulder. he wakes up and looks at you, confused.

“hm? what time is it?”

“thirty minutes to,” you say, scrambling to gather your notes.

“where is everybody?”

“who knows? they’re probably—“

you pause as you look up and notice a sticky note on your front door. you walk up and peel it off to read it.

going out to brunch, text if you want anything

good luck with finals lovebirds ❤️

you roll your eyes.

“they ditched us to get breakfast.”

“you’re kidding,” taehyun says, his tone matching the disbelief in yours.

“what do you wanna do?”

“well, we can always get them for ditching us later. but, for now, let’s grab something together,” taehyun rises to his feet and grabs his backpack.

“are you sure we have time?”

“it doesn’t have to be a sit down meal. let’s just grab something from the lunch hall and go.”

“but—“

“— if you’re worried about the material, we have the flashcards. right?”

you swallow, but decide to push back your worries for a bit and take a breath.

“okay, let’s go,” you link your arm with taehyun’s and make your way out of your dorm together, making sure to pocket the sticky note that you’re sure beomgyu and kai thought was so hilarious.

[imclimbingthestairsoforthanc]

High Tide - Erestor x Reader (Prologue)

You are not as eager for some things as are others.

A/N: There is all of zero Erestor interaction in this chapter, but I'm sort of setting the scene for the story and character building. Stay on the look out for chapter one, and thank you for your patience :)

Taglist: @batsyforyou

Panic surges through your blood and adrenaline tilts your chin back, but you are not sure if it was to any avail. You gasp for air and struggle amongst the water, but you cannot keep fighting for long. Sooner or later, fatigue will take over and you will be forced to float until the water is so deep you have reached the limits of the sky and there is no air above the water for you to breathe and no room even to float. Then, the burning starts. You cry out for your mother, but she is already gone. You cannot see her through the thick waves. You try to find air, but you don’t know why. There is none to be found. There is that empty feeling in your chest that you get when you wake up from a bad dream and you feel like you have to remind yourself to breathe. Then, euphoria.

There is no sound, except for the chirping of the birds and the sound of your brother’s voice as you hear him tell your mother about the worm he found. You are not even one year old. You’re not sure what a worm is, but it sounds cool. The water is not as monstrous or as evil or as threatening. You do not have a care in the world. A knock sounds at your door. Your heartbeat hearkens to the sound of a rich voice.

“Are you awake?”

Just the usual sensations of your morning shower. 

“Yes, Glorfindel,” you reply, tying your robe and pinning your hair up quickly, “Give me a moment, for pity’s sake! You know we’ve got all of them we need.” 

“You and I both know that’s not true,” he says. You can hear his smirk, but given the gravity of what he said, you cannot tell if he is joking or not. 

“I’m ready,” you say, hopping out the door on one foot as you slip the other into your boot, “Which route are we taking today? East or North?”

Glorfindel takes a sharp right down the corridor, “First, the breakfast route.” 

“Y/N!” comes Elrohir’s voice as soon as you reach the dining hall, “I have another letter for you! It is a suitor from Lothlorien.”

“I hear there have been trolls coming far south–from the Ettenmoors even.” You leaned over Elrohir and snatched an apple, “I think we should take the North route today.”

“Agreed,” came Elladan’s voice. He began to speak again, but his brother cut him off.

“Will you not even read the letter?”

“Come on, Elrohir,” you replied, “We need to leave. The trolls are having us for lunch–having us over, I mean. You don’t want to be late!” 

Your horses had already been prepared by Elladan, who on any other morning would have been still in bed. Bathor stamped excitedly to greet you and reared his head once you were safely mounted. Asfoloth took the lead, as usual, until you were safely out of the house of Imladris. After that, each steed took to his own pace and direction, but none of you ever lost sight of the other. 

The ride to your destination was a long one, and after a day's worth of travel through thick forests and what felt like a neverending plain of land (even after Glorfindel assured you it was only a quick stretch of land), you decided to rest. It would do none of you any good to fight trolls half-asleep. It was a quick rest, no more than six hours, and before you knew it, you had reached the Last Bridge over the Hoarwell–or, what was supposed to be the last bridge. 

The air was quiet, but it was not a comfortable silence. The silence was filled with the whispers of evil, and the wind was no more than the hot breath of danger on the back of your neck. Above the trickling waterfalls and staggered stones, crumpled and ruined sat the once mighty stone bridge, forming a dam-like structure in the midst of the river. Glorfindel stared for a moment before running a hand through his golden hair and turning to the rest of you.

“It looks like we’ll have to find another way to cross,” he said as he dismounted. 

The rest of you did the same. 

“We could try to traverse over the ruins of the bridge,” suggested Elrohir, “If we send the horses home. There may yet be some good footholds.”

Glorfindel shook his head. “That’s too risky. We may lose our footing. We should swim across.” 

His words carried a weight that he had forgotten to account for. 

“We could travel west,” you said, “There is a bridge at the mouth of the Swanfleet we could cross over. That is a safe pass.”

“That is nearly two-hundred miles,” said Elladan, “It would take another three days for us to get there. We do not have the supplies.”

“East, then. We can go around by the falls.”

“But the terrain there is dangerous, I hear,” remarked Elrohir, “Even more so than crossing the ruins. Besides, it would take a force greater than the four of us to combat the evil that lurks in the coldfells.” 

“Are you sure it would be too dangerous to cross at the ruins? We are elves, after all. I am sure footed. I can cross first, and then I will tell you it is safe.”

Safe–what a word–carrying one meaning with many tails. Safe can be anywhere–in the comfort of your home or on the road with a troll-camp up ahead of you, if you are so lucky in your companions to have a mighty warrior, such as Glorfindel, at your side. But the truth is few care for safety; it is security that even the mightiest of elven lords chase like a babe after his mother. Security is the silence in the midst of war that closes the soldier's eyes and draws his lips into a smile as he breathes his last breath. Security is what the crying girl chases as she reaches for the surface of the water, but even as she finds a foothold on her mothers dresser and breathes the free air, she finds that it is not security that will keep the water from rising to the ceiling and drowning her all the same. 

“You can come next time,” Glorfindel said, grabbing onto your fidgety hands and staying them from twisting the ring around your finger, “When there is a safe way to cross. Besides, even if you’d make it, I’ll not have you fighting mountain trolls distressed at the prospect of…”

He trailed off. You said it for him. 

How dare he call you out on your insecurity.

“I’m not afraid.” 

Glorfindel looked you up and down like he didn’t believe you, but he nodded nonetheless. 

Elladan and Elrohir waded into the shallows of the water. Glorfindel followed suit. Your eyes darted between the pretty blue of his eyes gazing back at you and the same sapphire blue of the menace that lapped at your feet. The other three awaited your response as the water came up around your thighs–probably the deepest you had been in a long time–and they flinched with you when a clear mist splashed your face.

You looked down to your hips where the surface of the water teased you. It would have been up to your bed frame. The roaring waterfall you heard off in the distance was not the neglected running kitchen faucet in your nightmarish-memories, but you couldn’t tell the difference, and they were equally as menacing. Another mist wetted your forehead.

You paled. Nausea welled up in your gut as your heart raced and you legs raced to carry you to the dry and your mind raced with a panic that you’d hoped you’d forgotten and your six year old arms raced to pull you above the water.

How foolish of you to think it could have been.

[wildflower-otome]

[Translation] Shuuen no Virche EpiC:lycoris - Yves Salvation Ending After Story

Source: Shuuen no Virche -EpiC:lycoris- Otomate Sweet Box Story Book -L'histoire de Lycoris- Note: Spoilers for Yves's Salvation Ending below.

Eternal Red Pledge - Yves Salvation Ending After Story

—Although there were times when we suffered from nightmares, the same as always. The days in which we experienced happiness to the same degree continued.

‘Um, Yves—?’

‘Hm-?’

Normally it would be the other way around, but this time it was Ceres lying with her head on my lap as I patted her golden hair.

‘Why am I here…..?’

Her eyes were wide as she blinked in surprise.

‘Somehow or other, I felt like spoiling you today. I mean, you always do the same for me, so it’s nice once in a while, right?’

‘Hehe. What a lovely idea. …..In that case, I’ll make myself comfortable…..’

She snuggled her cheek against my lap. …..Yup, she really did look super cute seen from above too.

‘Still….even now it doesn’t feel real. Back when we were living in secret, expecting to die, I never thought we’d be able to come back to Courrune like this.’

‘Yes. We’ve stopped getting so much attention from the residents here as well….. It’s all thanks to Sister Salome and the others preparing things for us. …..Sounds like they even made sure to take good care of the shop too.’

‘I’m truly grateful to her. …..Speaking of which, they even gave Puffy a new fish tank too, didn’t they?’

‘Sure did. I was really surprised when I saw it. He’s gotten pretty big now, so I’m sure he must be loving it.’

‘From the looks of things, it doesn’t seem like he has any desire to return to the sea anytime soon…..’

The thought of Puffy mostly likely swimming around without a care outside right about now made us both simultaneously break into laughter.

After a moment, I began to run my fingers through her hair. Each time I did so, her eyes half closed in seeming enjoyment.

‘.....It’s strange. When you touch me Yves, I’m able to feel as if I’m really alive right now.’

‘Huh? So when I’m not touching you, you don’t?’

‘I guess you could say that. …..It’s sort of like my feet don’t feel connected to the ground…..’

‘In that case, I’ll have to do more to make sure you feel as alive as possible.’

Bending down, I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

‘—Hehe, ahaha-. That tickles-’

‘It’s usually you that’s giving me cute, ticklish kisses like this though, you know-?’

Again and again, I dropped playful kisses onto her forehead and cheeks.

Giggling, she looked like a child, or perhaps like a little kitten being petted, her eyes half shuttered in contentment.

‘I think this’ll be about enough so you can feel to~tally alive for a while now, don’t you?’

‘Yes. …..Thank you, Yves.’

After calming her breathing from having laughed too much, she looked straight up at me.

‘.....All the same, Yves. There is one thing that I beg you not to spoil me on.’

‘W-What is it?’

‘If I ever—’

She took my free hand and held it tight, entwining her fingers with mine. After kissing the back of it—she spoke quietly.

‘.....If I ever get too happy about being alive, and seem like I’m about to forget the sins I committed and the victims I caused—I want you to make sure to scold me.’

‘That’s-..........I’d something I’d like to ask of you too.’

With my other hand, I patted her head.

‘I don’t ever want to think that I’m happy and blessed to have been saved.’

‘Yes, it’s just as you say. …..Guess we really are like-minded, to have been thinking the exact same thing.’

Even after having become a married couple, we would live out our lives thinking of those who had not been able to reach the same future.

I had no doubts on that score—but just so long as we lived as humans, beings whose emotions tended to be easily swayed, self-doubt was inevitable.

‘…..…..’

After spending a moment in thought, I nodded my head, agreeing to her request.

‘—Understood. I promise you that in the unlikely chance that ever happens, we’ll both scold each other and stop ourselves.’

‘…..Thank you. If that’s what you say, Yves, I won’t need to worry.’

‘Me too. But that being the case…..’

I lifted her up with my arms, helping her sit up. And then, looking directly into her beautiful eyes—

‘Let’s go out and take a breather. …..There’s something I’d like to talk to you about, in regards to the promise we just made.’

‘…..…..?’

I invited my precious bride to a rendezvous.

* * *

The place we visited was a vividly red coloured field of lycoris noirge

It was the spot where the miracle flowers that had saved the country bloomed at their most beautiful.

…..At the same time, it was also the place where we had held our wedding ceremony.

‘Yves. What was it you wanted to talk about here?’

‘Just a moment-’

As I spoke, I took out from the things I had brought with me a number of tools used for tending plants.

—Among the items I had carried with me were also multiple separated lycoris bulbs.

‘.....What is it?’

‘There’s some empty space just over there, right? …..I was thinking we could plant and grow lycoris of our very own. —Ones we could dedicate to Adolphe and the others who died because of us.’

‘!’

When I held out a bulb to her, she looked surprised, but timidly accepted it from me.

Round and not particularly large, the tiny life tumbled into the palm of her hand.

‘Lycoris flowers, dedicated to Adolphe and the others….?’

‘Whenever we come to tend these lycoris, we’ll remember the promise we just made, and the lives that were lost. It may be painful but—I believe it’ll become an important pledge for us. Not as a symbol of our sins- but something to help us remember all those lives, so that we don’t ever forget them.’ 

‘Although that said, I don’t plan on forcing you into it. What do you think? If you’re alright with it…..’

‘............-’

Enveloping the bulb with both hands, she nodded her head vigorously.

‘I’d love to. I hope these flowers will bloom beautifully, and reach Adolphe and the others someday—’

‘.....Me too. Well then, let’s grow flowers pretty enough to leave them all speechless!’

‘…..Yes!’

The two of us wasted no time in planting a number of bulbs into the ground.

Lycoris propagated easily, but how much they flourished and how beautiful they became would all depend on the person looking after them—.

* * *

‘—Phew, finally done.’

By the time we were finished, Ceres and I were both covered in dirt.

‘…..Thank you. No matter how vague the emotions I’m feeling are, you always take them to heart.’

‘No need to thank me. …..I already decided as your protector that I would love everything about you, and that includes the deaths and emotions you bear.’

‘—If there’s ever anything you feel anxious about from now on, make sure you tell me.’

‘Yes. …..But that also goes for you too, you know?’

‘Of course. Whenever I’m suffering from nightmares, I’ll be asking you to sleep next to me, alright?’

‘Heheh. You’re always so good at getting me to pamper you, Yves.’

‘—Close your eyes for a moment.’

‘Mnn…..’

Drawing her closer by her shoulders, watched over by the many lycoris surrounding us, we exchanged a passionate kiss.

—The two of us would most likely exchange countless kisses in front of these memorial flowers, even once they were in full bloom.

In order to continue bearing our sins.

So that we could engrave proof that they had lived.

‘You are the only one I love in all this world, my lady lycoris bride. That I love you, and was able to love you—is my pride. Even if I were to end up going to Hades, or am reborn—this emotion alone will never fade.’

‘…..Me too. I will never, ever forget the love I feel for you, that surpasses all others.’

And also so that I could pledge my eternal love to her.

* * *

—Some days later.

My shock at discovering that there was one more small life dwelling in her belly to watch over the growth of the lycoris would be yet another story.

While the Watchman of Death, who had become my good friend, continued to keep an eye on them-

The red lycoris flowers that we all had made bloom would live on forever—along with the smiles of their protectors, the Noirge bloodline.

[chaotic-dumbass-witch]

hey everyone. i don’t think i’ve said anything so far, but my beloved childhood cat passed away back in early august. she was 18 years old. she had a really full and happy life, she had a lot of toys and beds and blankets and treats and got all the attention she ever wanted.

i was with her the entire time of course. the vet had to give her some meds to calm her nerves because she was fighting them. i held her when it was time and stayed holding her for a while after. the family said their goodbyes too, including the kids. she got sick right as i recovered from a really bad kidney infection i got because of work, and i went through the options with one of our vets. i figured it was time to let her go rather than put her through a big surgery and recovery considering her age. she already had some other health issues, so this was the kindest thing to do, even if i had the money to go through the surgery, which i didn’t. there wouldn’t have been a guarantee of her even waking up after surgery. she was going through a rapid decline over a few days, and i couldn’t watch her get worse out of my own selfishness of keeping her with me. again, this was the kindest decision i could make here. our vet agreed unfortunately, but that brought me some comfort.

i’ve kept all her things and have zero intention of getting rid of anything. she was my baby and my only reason to live for most of my life while i was dealing with home life.

in other news, i’ve moved away from my relatives. i live with one of my closest friends now and we’ve basically become a “living room family”. i’m medicated for a bunch of stuff, including mental health, chronic pain, etc. so i’m in a much better space since moving out, both physically and mentally, other than being a mess since the passing if my cat. i’ve also quit my food service job permanently, and have less than zero intention of going back there considering how i was treated in my last few months by a specific coworker, especially during my kidney infection, as well as what lead to that infection.

this blog will go on, it will just be incredibly inconsistent in posting. i just wanted to give everyone an update on life.

i hope you all have good holidays, and i hope all your babies, human or other, are safe and happy during this season and stay healthy for a long long time. kiss your pets for me if you can.