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vrisrezis · 1 year

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Gaang having a crush (bcuz I miss atla) also warning ? Me trying my hardest not to curse in these and making it kid friendly LOL

Aang is kinda obvious, given how young you guys are it makes sense though. It’s definitely his first time having a crush, but he comes to the realization he likes you more than friends rather quickly. After all, he has so many friends, he’d know the difference even if he never liked somebody like that before. While aang is generally speaking a nice guy, I see him doing extra nice gestures for you that he wouldn’t really think of doing for other people. He’s made you a “friendship” bracelet and a necklace as well. Boy or not, there’s nothing wrong with a boy wearing a necklace or bracelet anyway! He blushes around you a lot, this is typically when you are in close proximity to him. And while aang has no problem being physically affectionate around friends, he shy’s away from doing it with you. However, if you’re physically affectionate with him he will very awkwardly reciprocate. His shyness might do him more harm than good if he accidentally hurts your feelings by not being very physically affectionate with you in comparison to the rest of the gaang. Aang is very clumsy around you, and that’s not just falling on his face, he tends to mess up his words around you due to nervousness. However despite his lack of physical affection, he’s a very clingy dude with you and always loves to spend his time with you, and literally laughs at all your jokes no matter how bad they are. In turn, he also always makes jokes and tries to make you laugh literally all the time. Aang is also extremely patient with you, he’d have to be in a very bad mood to ever get angry with you, lol. (The only time I could think of is while aang lost appa, like literally the only time I think he’d be driven to the point of yelling and being angry with you). Even if he was mad at you for other reasons, I can’t see him yelling at you or even being mad for long. He also tends to be very protective, especially if you can’t bend or can’t bend very well. However, because of how caring and overbearing he can be, he may make you feel like you’re weak sometimes. So you two tend to have a lot of conversations about him not being so overly protective when it comes to danger. He can’t help it sometimes, especially when he gets nightmares about you getting hurt. He loves being goofy and dumb around you, and totally tries to impress you with his bending LOL. If there’s something you don’t know or understand, he tries to impress you with his 100 years of knowledge, lol.

Katara can be a bit of a mom when it comes to you at times, only because she worries for you. She’ll be darned if she lets anyone hurt the person she loves the most, she is protecting you through and through. Strong or not, she sees you as somebody worth protecting. She’s not as bad as aang is, but she definitely blushes quite a bit around you. She often tries to get your approval on things, whether that’s taking her side whenever she has an argument with toph or getting your approval on her new clothes. Or perhaps even her hair but .. shrug. She also loves teasing you, kinda like how she teases zuko honestly but she won’t get on your case as much and it’s all in good fun. She’s not funny, but still tries to make you laugh. She may end up embarrassing herself most of the time, but it’s worth it if she gets a little giggle out of you. If you’re a water bender, she’s more than happy to teach you. Probably doesn’t want you learning about blood bending though, so she doesn’t really mention it to you lol. It’s not like she doesn’t trust you, she just can’t imagine somebody she adores doing knowing how to bend in such a frightening way. She keeps you far away from it, as a means to protect you and your innocence. Because boy, she sees you as somebody that could do no wrong. Seriously, it’s kinda annoying to the rest of the gaang if you were ever in the wrong about something because she will defend you to heck and back. Although her crush is obvious, most of the gaang find her crush on you to be sweet (most of the time). She does not tolerate anyone yelling at you, or even being angry at you. She never gets angry at you as well, because again, in her eyes you could do no wrong. Maybeee have a talk with her about the fact you’re not a completely innocent goody two shoes, or not… up to you. Katara is surprisingly forward with you, often going out her way to hug you, to hold your hand, and when you accomplish something amazing, she gives you a kiss on the cheek. You’d have to be really dense to not notice her affections towards you.

Sokka is very obvious, he’s never been the type to hide his feelings so he really doesn’t even bother. However, how he approaches your relationship really depends on how long he’s known you. If you’ve only just met and are starting to become friends he tries to be extremely forward with you about his feelings, and flirts with you. Albeit, very poorly. He’s not as suave as he likes to act like he is. In reality he’s a big dork with a stupid crush. However, if you two have known eachother for years and have been friends for a long period of time, he wouldn’t even know how to approach the situation. Normally, he may try to act cool, like he doesn’t care about you. But in a situation like this, he can’t just do that. It hurts him to even think about pretending not to care about you. He struggles for awhile on how to approach these feelings once they’re realized, but honestly if you’ve been friends for YEARS he’s probably figured it out by now and treats you like always but there’s some slight changes. He’s always been protective but you’ll find that with you it’s to the max, he’s not even this protective of his own sister. Hes even more paranoid around newcomers when you’re apart of the equation. Always says something along the lines of “y/n! Step back! They could be dangerous!” and the others just make fun of him for it lol. He’s always trying to find ways to impress you, with his fighting skills and all. Happy to teach you to ;) but if you’re a bender he finds himself trying extra hard to show you just how cool he can be. He doesn’t blush nearly as much as katara and aang would, but it happens on occasion. This is typically if you said something along the lines of “sokka! Thank you for saving me :))) you’re so strong and amazing and blah blah” or if you were being extremely flirtatious LOL. Low key very clingy and follows you around a lot, but tries to act like he’s just bored and your the best option he has to cure the boredom lol he ain’t as slick as he thinks he is. Is the kinda guy who chooses to always sit next to you, fight alongside you, etc. gets angry whenever there’s a avatar plan and he isn’t with you/separated from you lol. Also suki loves you and thinks you’re great for sokka, if only man’s could just confess already.

Toph is not used to having crushes, she’s never had one. However, that doesn’t mean she’s stupid. She realizes her emotions very well but she does not know what to do with them. She’s not used to having a soft spot for anyone, either. She shows her affection by constantly punching you in the arm. However, if you happen to be very affectionate, she doesn’t pull away. So feel free to grab her hand, hug her, etc. you’ll find she has no qualms with you wanting to be there and helping her, either. Even if it can be a sore subject at times to accept help, wanting to be tough all the time, she appreciates that you don’t see her as a weak blind girl and as a strong person that can take care of herself if needed. She appreciates any reminders you want to help not because you think she’s weak but rather because you care for her. Toph shows she cares, though it’s rare and often is not shown through words. She shows it by protecting you. However she is not overly protective, knowing how bad she feels when people are overly protective of her. She loves to tease you, often being her form of affection. She even likes to train and spar with you. If your often physically affectionate, she expects you to stay that way and may think somethings wrong if you aren’t. In which case, she threatens to beat up whoever wronged you. If it’s not a someone, well, she’s always willing to listen. She’s good at doing that anyway. Because she would be used to your affections she would also start to initiate them. She blushes a bit around you, and you’ll even find she’s brave enough to kiss you on the cheek if you were to save her life or protect her. When toph is sleepy, she likes to lean on you and use you as her head rest. She always likes when you go on about random stuff, and she can just fall asleep to the sound of your voice. She is also kinda obvious sometimes about her crush. Normally, you wouldn’t have any idea, but she has small moments where she makes it obvious. A slip of the tongue gives herself away more often than not. “Nobody cares about my weird toy collection!” “I care… I mean! Psh! Yeah why would anyone care about t something so stupid anyway.” she has her moments.

Zuko is just .. painful. All of the gaang get second hand embarrassment from how awfully obvious he is about his crush. From the constant red cheeks to the nervous stuttering over his words to accidentally fire bending just because he’s so nervous around you.. it’s hard to believe he’s even trying to hide it. He doesn’t even know how obvious he’s being until sokka says something to him about being cooler about you. “Wait.. if you think I’m obvious do you think they know?” “Nah.. they’re totally oblivious.” “Oh… that’s… good…” “what do you mean good?!” but in all seriousness, he acts completely different around you in comparison to everyone else. Even if we’re talking book 1 and 2 zuko, he’s a lot more patient with you (not saying much though cuz boy still has a big temper). He tries really hard to be nice, forced awkward smile and all. He is told that it makes him more … approachable. Though if you’re childhood friends (or have been friends for a long time) he kinda drops that rather quickly. If not though, he tries to actually keep it up. However you’ll find he’s quick to apologize if he blows up on you. Unless it’s in an especially bad mood (by that I mean sadder, rather than madder) but he will come around when he’s feeling better. Gets embarrassed easily around you, like if you tease him his entire face goes red. He just cannot deal lol. Pretty protective, but isn’t overly protective… unless azula is involved because bro will be worse than sokka if she’s involved at all LOL. Is willing to do anything with you, which says a lot. Not a fan typically of “fun” events such as festivals or parties but is willing to go with you without much fuss, he can deal if you’re having a fun time. He gets very jealous though, even when you two aren’t dating. He just doesn’t know how to handle the idea of somebody else liking you, or even worse, you ending up with them. He doesn’t handle jealousy very well, very willing to fight the individual as a means to “protect” you, or whatever excuse he can come up with. Out of all of the gaang, he’s the least ready the confess his feelings. He fears rejection, he fears ruining what you two have together.

Suki doesn’t like to mess around, no bulls, so she’s very bold and very open about the fact she likes you. It’s up to you to take your relationship to the next level if that’s what you desire. She does not hesitate to kiss you on the cheek before a tough battle, a battle she isn’t sure she’d come back from, or one she isn’t sure you’d come back from. If you asked, she’d tell you “it’s cause I like you, silly.” It’s up to you to take it further with her if it’s what you desire. However; she has no qualms with you wanting to be friends for awhile first before anything else. She understands that sometimes people need more time and more trust before building a proper relationship. As a result, suki is very understanding of you as well as your boundaries and never holds these things against you and furthermore doesn’t take this as something she should feel bad about either. For the most part, even she can’t help insecurities. So long as you have good communication, she will not feel as though she’s gross or not good enough for you or something along the lines. She may help you train, if your not a good fighter and just need to learn some basics. She doesn’t mind being the one to protect you, but she’d like you to know how to at least defend yourself even if it’s the bare minimum. She knows fighting helps with her self confidence so she wants you to be able to have that for yourself too. Though I will say, she already treats you like her s/o, even if you aren’t a couple. What can I say? She’s just straight forward and doesn’t like to play around. Suki is very trusting of you, so I can’t say that even when you two do start dating she’s the jealous type, but she can be protective. She likes being the one to keep you safe. She loves to tease and poke fun at you a lot, in a purely affectionate way. You’ll also find she thinks the world of you and finds you, no matter what, to be endearing and special to her. For a strong Kyoshi warrior she has quite the soft spot for you and treats you like an angel from the heavens. She likes grabbing your hand a lot in random moments, almost like a sign to other people that maybeeeee are interested in you, that you’re taken. She may flirt with you from time to time, and it’s rare but you can make her blush:0 all you have to do is beat her in a training match, or be very forward with her and flirt. However it will only work if you’re not normally forward, lol.

#zuko x reader #sokka x reader #aang x reader #toph x reader #katara x reader #suki x reader #atla x reader #avatar the last airbender x reader

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youkissedareaderinthedark · 5 months

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Under the Weather

Synopsis: You’re sick. George’s sick. Someone else is probably going to get sick. It’s an interesting last race in Abu Dhabi

young female driver reader x 2023 F1 grid

A/N: this fic is pretty vague so i’m not going to give the reader a team or teammate, we just know that she’s a driver on the grid because that’s all we really need to know

. so

. you think you caught it in vegas

. it was colder than you were used to

. you barely got any sleep

. and even though you’re around hundreds of people every race weekend, las vegas felt more packed than a normal race would be

. and you were seated next to george, who’s been feeling sick for a few days at that point, for nearly all pre-race activities

. it was probably all of these combined that gave you a sore throat, stuffy nose, pounding headache, and persistent cough

. you knew the second you woke up thursday morning

. “it’s going to be a shitty weekend”

. the grid, however, did not know until thursday afternoon

. you came into the press conference room, bundled up in a long sleeve and hoodie, nose red with a scratchy voice

. you sit beside an amused lewis, resisting all urges to lay your head against the back of the couch and drift off

. “you okay y/n?”

. the only response he gets is a groan and small shake of the head

. “i’ll get you some tea when we’re done here love, you’ll be okay”

. lewis, who was always your favorite but now has new reasons to be favored, lets you rest your head against his shoulder and close your eyes while you all wait for the conference to begin

. word spreads by the end of the media day, and suddenly you have new reactions from the grid

. daniel walks through the paddock with you, never afraid of a little cough

. “lewis tells me you’ve been on your death bed over here. anything I can do?”

. he insist on giving you a hug and the recipe for chicken soup that he learned from his mum and now swears by

. max, who is afraid of a little cough, is the one who makes sure you’re not being harassed when trying to sleep

" max? who’s under the blanket-”

. “shush. she’s trying to sleep”

. “but who’s-”

. “I said shush”

. lando, a man who’s all too familiar with being clumsy, probably saves you a million times from walking into doorways, a drowsiness affect from the fever you keep insisting you don’t have

. he’ll keep a constant eye on you and hand on your shoulder as a precaution

. “let’s not go over there, that’s a wall”

. “y/n!”

. “mhm?” you’d say, eyes half closed with tiredness

. “that’s a door love, jeez, we should put a bell on you”

. carlos and charles, drivers who’ve had loads of experience taking care of sick younger siblings, make a team effort of ensuring you’re doing your best to get better

. “did you drink the water bottle I gave you?”

. “no”

. “did you drink anything today?”

. “no”

. “oh mon dieu you’re going to kill yourself like this”

. “just try to eat this okay? i know you’re not hungry amiga, but we have a race tomorrow, you need to eat something”

. “i got you more medicine, this one says it should take care of the cough and sneeze so you won’t have to worry about it during the race”

. and then there’s george, your sick partner in crime

. you two make a habit of trapping yourselves in one of your driver’s room

. half to prevent the sickness from spreading further, half to just be left alone

. you guys complain a lot

. take turns choosing movies to watch to pass the time

. reminding the other to take medicine, even though there’s a good chance that person probably hasn’t taken any medicine either

. and passing a bag of cough drops between each other

. as a teammate and friend, lewis tries to talk you two out of racing

. but neither budge

. you get into your car, nose still red and voice still scratchy

. and power through the race, just as you’d been taught to do

. george gets a podium and you get a good points finish, the best results you could’ve asked for considering the conditions

. and stumble out of your car once more, looking for a tissue and that chicken soup recipe

. you get checked on by multiple drivers, though the only response you’re able to give is a nod and thumbs up

. lewis accompanies you on your flight back home, and tries to help as much as you let him

. he feels a bit victorious when you say you wished you’d listen to him and not raced

. but the feeling is instantly replaced with sympathy for his friend, so he just nods and tells you to get some more rest

. after making sure you’re safe at home and surrounded by family and friends that swear on their hearts to take care of you, lewis leaves with congratulations on your season finish and wishes to get better

. you’re fine within a few days, you name the cause of your sickness “end of season fatiague” and ensure the drivers you made a full recovery by wednesday night

. so yeah

. it’s not fun at all to drive while you’re sick

. but it’s a bit easier when you have your friends looking out for you

short little f1 grid sick fic. let’s hope I didn’t just manifest myself a cold

#reader insert #formula 1 #driver reader #f1 grid x reader #formula 1 driver imagines #platonic f1 grid #f1 2023 grid x y/n #f1 imagine #female driver reader #sicfic #sick reader #no graphic sick symptoms #just common cold type stuff #reader x f1 driver #f1 x you #female f1 driver

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trashpandato · 6 months

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Magic

“Ah fuck,” Alex growls as the coin clatters on the tile floor.

“Language, babe. You know with Kara here, Esme can still hear you even from her room.”

Kelly’s admonishment is firm but warm, and Lena has to smile when she sees Alex’s frustration morph into adoration for her wife.

“Sorry,” Alex mumbles, before she bends down to pick up the coin to try again.

“It’s okay to fumble a little,” Lena reminds her gently, “the key is going to be to create enough distraction with your voice and words that your subject won’t really be paying attention to your hand.”

They’ve been at it for a while now. It being Lena teaching Alex a couple of very simple magic tricks. Alex isn’t particularly good at learning them, but when Esme came home from preschool a couple of weeks ago babbling non-stop about the “cool tricks” her teacher showed them, Alex promised herself to learn a few so she could keep the glee going at home, too. After she spent a few evenings trying and failing miserably to teach them herself through some YouTube videos, she sent a call for help to the Superfriends.

And here they are now, Lena sitting in front of Alex, teaching her to hide a coin behind her fingers long enough to pull them out of Lena’s hair.

“You know,” Alex says as she shakes out her hand to get ready for her next attempt, “I know you’re a witch and all, but I never thought Lena Luthor would know these kinds of party tricks.”

Lena laughs. She demonstrates again how to tuck the coin first between and then behind her fingers while Alex watches.

“Lex taught me. Long ago, when we were both young. I think initially, he was trying to impress me, to be the cool older brother. But I saw through the tricks very quickly, so he pivoted to teaching them to me.”

Alex nods. She knows that Lena doesn’t like talking about Lex, especially not about this version of him, the brother who welcomed her into the family when no one else did, the brother she loved. Admittedly, Alex struggles to reconcile what she knows about Lex Luthor with the fragments of stories Lena has shared over the years, but she keeps that to herself. Mostly.

“Alright. Let me try this again.”

Alex concentrates, holds up her hand, and this time, the coin doesn’t fall. She lets out a loud whoop and gives Lena a high five. The excitement and noise must have drifted into Esme’s room because only a few moments later, both Esme and Kara appear in the kitchen.

“What’s all the ruckus about?” Kara asks.

Alex claps her hands together, beaming. “I learned a new skill. Here,” she waves at Esme to come closer. “Let me show you.”

Esme bounces over to her adoptive mom and Alex directs her to sit down on Lena’s lap. Esme is practically buzzing, kicking her legs out excitedly.

“What is it, what is it?”

“Hold still,” Alex tells her, and then she focuses on the trick. “See how I have nothing in my hands?”

Alex waves her hands briefly and Esme nods.

“Okay. But you know what? I think you, you might have something riiiight here.”

Alex slowly lifts her hand toward Esme’s left ear and produces the coin. It’s a bit clumsy but the coin doesn’t fall. It sits right in Alex’s hand.

For a brief second, Esme is silent. Then, she frowns.

“You had it tucked between your fingers.”

Alex sighs. She should have known that Esme would see through it. She’s just about to explain that she just wanted to learn a fun trick for her when Lena interrupts.

“I think that was my fault, actually.”

Esme twists in Lena’s lap so she can look at her, and Alex tilts her head in surprise.

“How so?”

“Well, you see, I gave Alex the wrong coin.”

Lena holds out her hand and Alex places the coin in her palm.

“This one,” Lena continues, “is just a regular coin. We need a magic coin for this to work, so let’s just, let’s get rid of this one, yeah?”

Esme nods, her gaze locked on Lena’s palm. Lena closes her hand, shakes it a couple of times and then opens it again and the coin is gone. Completely gone. Alex tries to see if Lena has it tucked behind her fingers but then Lena turns her hand around and spreads her fingers wide and the coin is nowhere to be seen.

“Now, should we try and find the magic coin?”

Esme nods vigorously this time, her eyes bright and curious.

“Alright. Let me see. Hm,” Lena turns to look over at Kara, who’s been standing a couple of feet behind her, observing. “Ah. I think I know where it is. Kara, could you come over here for a second?”

Kara smiles and steps closer. Lena gestures at her to bend down a little so she is face to face with both Lena and Esme. Then Lena turns to Esme.

“Can you see the coin?”

Esme shakes her head. “No. Where is it?”

“See if it is behind her ears maybe?”

Esme frowns a little but then both hands come up to move Kara’s hair aside. She checks both ears, several times.

“I don’t see it,” Esme pouts.

“Check again,” Lena encourages, giving Alex a quick wink.

And this time, when Esme’s hand moves towards Kara’s right ear to brush her hair to the side, a coin tumbles right into her little hand.

“It’s here!” Esme exclaims loudly, showing off the coin. She hops off Lena’s lap and runs into her room, squealing.

Kara looks a little stunned. “What? How did you do that?”

Alex huffs out a laugh. “You know, it’s not really fair to use actual magic. How am I supposed to keep up with that?”

But Lena just smiles. “No magic involved, Agent Danvers.”

And that leaves Alex just as stunned as her sister. “Wait. Really?”

“Mm,” Lena hums.

From back behind the kitchen counter, Kelly laughs.

“You’ve always been good with your hands, Lena. Maybe Alex needs a bit more practice?” And then, she smirks: “I’m happy to volunteer as a test subject.”

#supercorp #kara x lena #alex danvers #kelly olsen #esme #supercorptober2023 #supercorptober

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tired-biscuit · 11 months

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general!kiba becomes a soft sex addict when he finally realizes that the rubbing n kissing and cuddling you love doing feels better than just fucking you <3

18+ fem!reader / cw: soft, lovey-dovey handjob and fingering, mentions of an imbalanced power dynamic. royalty AU.

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your husband’s tenderness comes out to play at nighttime — when he’s absolutely sure that it’s safe from being seen by prying eyes.

hand to heart, you must admit that you’d thought of his initial reluctance to exhibit actual, proper intimacy towards his own wife as an oddity of sorts. being the softer sex by default, or perhaps it being the consequence of how you’d been raised, his hesitance has left you feeling somewhat baffled in the beginning of your arranged marriage.

after all, his way of caring is, in fact, nothing like what you’ve read about in the romance novels you still shamefully hide in the darkest corner of your dresser even to this day. he is not even anything remotely similar to the things you’d picked up from hushed bits and pieces of gossip coming from the young, giggling maids that are constantly running about the halls of your new home, as well as the subjects merely brushed over in the chatter of the noble ladies you’re sometimes burdened to sit down to engage with over lunch, simply because your high status — and your birth right — compels you to do so.

and speaking of those women; no matter which company you end up in, they all end up looking at you in the exact same way. with saddened eyes, both the maids and the prestigious women of the court all gaze at you like they almost pity you.

to be fair, how can they not? to a stranger’s eye, your spouse is seen as nothing but a big, intimidating brute that’s acquired himself quite the reputation of being utterly ruthless on the field. every inch of him is covered in scars, deadly weapons and grime, and he’s always wearing that irked scowl on his face that makes him look older than he actually is. his footsteps are so heavy as he walks alongside you, they make the iron that he carries on him at all times clink.

in contrast, you’re such a delicate little thing when compared to him. with your inexplicable poise, gentle mannerisms, kind face, pretty gowns and the blue blood that’s coursing your veins, you could be called his polar opposite.

but all of that grace of yours is to be used for what, exactly?

to be mounted by some common man every night, who just so happens to have lucked out only because he’s great at wielding a sword and shouting orders at an army of men who are just as dirty as him? to have all of your sinless attributes tarnished and besmirched by his greedy hands that have surely been covered by someone else’s blood more times than yours had been with soap?

he’s a warrior. you’re unblemished royalty — well, not any longer. the only embrace you’ll ever receive from a man like him is the suffocating kind. an embrace, whose only purpose is to hold you still on top of the bed as he proceeds to tear through your expensive regalia, and has his way with you again and again; breeding you until you birth him a child he’d never even considered of helping you raise in the first place.

well, that’s what you’d thought before, at least. what everyone has thought.

however lately, not as much — as far as your opinion about him is concerned. others still see him as a bastard who’s only good at baring his teeth and putting up a fight, sure, but for you, the turmoil doesn’t last as long. no, being his wife, you get the fortune of quickly learning that there actually is some kindness hidden inside your supposed brute of a husband’s heart, as well as the fact that there are plenty of reasons as to why he tends to keep that kindness at bay — at least until you’re alone, that is.

for one, it’s not seen as proper for a person of his and your rank to publicly fawn over their spouse in this day and age; that much is obvious. secondly, he’s actually awfully clumsy and remains stuck in the wrong mindset. your union is still fairly young and thus makes him rather addled and inexperienced when it comes to handling a wife and fulfilling her needs and wishes, as well as the overall married life that she brings into the house he’d never even once dared dream of owning before. sometimes he simply forgets that it isn’t just him that he has to worry about anymore.

lastly, being the top brass of the royal military, working under the command of your father, his position makes him obligated to represent all things virile and pertinacious whenever he finds himself in the company of others; all things so stereotipically — and insufferably, much to your dismay — male.

that one is the peskiest of the three. it’s a lesson that’s been drilled into him ever since he’d been a young boy. a lecture that’s taught him that he must function in this world with no squeamish reactions, no fear, no mercy, no tears, and the most important one of them all — definitely no heart; with the rare exception of it being laid down on a silver platter for the sake of the kingdom whenever its rightful ruler demands it.

all that matters is devoted loyalty. utter submission and respect towards the hierarchy. now that you think about it, perhaps he’s not all that much different from you, despite being male. he’s just as much of a prisoner to a system with a defined set of rules just like you are.

but while you’re attending your fancy tea parties, he’s willing to die for his homeland if it were to request his life as sacrifice, and has made that deference evidently clear with his actions every single day. while you’re attempting to charm numerous social circles, he’s willing to draw his sword, face war head-on and kill in the name of his country, too.

and that last part, the cold-blooded killing of soldiers and young men — sometimes boys, for fuck’s sake — that are just trying to serve their rulers exactly like he does and that he sometimes has to do as a goddamn job, really tends to bring out the worst in his nightmares.

———

he’s thrashing on top of the bed by the time you finally get him to wake up.

the room is dark. dawn barely peeks at the corners of the limitless night sky that still has a long way to go from appearing bright and clear. and whilst the semi-darkness is supposed to bring a sense of tranquility to your private chambers, comfort and whatnot, you can’t help but notice how there’s palpable tension hanging over the entire space as you reach out a wary hand for your husband.

you watch as he pushes up from the bed and starts to gasp for air in a series of short, and what you could almost call petrified, breaths the moment he comes back to. shock riddles you — you’ve never seen him act so disheveled before. he’s trembling all over, visibly squirming in his attempt to realize his surroundings. the way his palm presses to his forehead with a soft smack before he runs his fingers through his now-mussed chestnut hair causes your lungs to tighten all of a sudden. it’s even worse when you see him shudder again and rub it in self-soothing circles over his heart instead.

he looks… scared. jittery. your fearless, strong as a bull — and stubborn just as one — war general looks terrified.

“hey… hey, it’s all right; you’re all right,” you try to whisper towards the shadowy silhouette of him whose shoulders you pretend not to see involuntarily shake once more at the merest sound of your voice. he’s skittish like the herd of deer that you sometimes see hanging around the edge of the woods during your walks in the garden; that is before they see you as well and scurry off to god knows where. it’s so peculiar.

and as a result of it, you’re talking to him, cooing and whispering as if he’s a wounded animal. perhaps he is one, because when he turns to look at you, the expression that sits on his face makes him look like he didn’t expect to see you there at all; much less to see you extending a helping hand in his direction with eyes so kind that he’d melt on the spot if he were any more conscious than he is as of this exact moment.

the sight of the pure confusion mixed with the evident fear and disapproval that now swirls in his wide open brown eyes saddens you greatly. it’s as if he’s already so used to consoling himself all on his own that he’s been almost caught by surprise by the fact that there’s someone else there this time around, willing to selflessly soothe him without any hidden motives at all.

his chest keeps rising and falling in a way so rapid that it causes his nostrils to flare and the vein in the side of his neck to protrude against the tan skin. you can see the ridge of it in the moonlight whenever he tilts his head at just the right angle and swallows the saliva that’s gathered in his cotton-filled mouth. it’s not supposed to be there in what should be the most serene hours of the day. he’s supposed to rest.

perhaps you can help with that.

“it’s all right,” you repeat. your tone falls flat but remains calm for the sake of his dignity that you know matters to him immensely as you apply weight to your hip so that you can lean over and caress his face. it’s probably better than treating him like a baby; the last thing you want to do is upset him. “it was just a dream; whatever it was, yes?”

sweat immediately sticks to your fingerpads as you touch him. he’s slick with liquid salt; is absolutely drenched in it. it makes his hair damp. his skin is so hot that it feels like he’s running a fever. the dead that he’s put into their graves have come to haunt him in his sleep as punishment, so he flinches against the touch you place on his cheekbone, producing a low sound that almost reminds you of a whimper, but immediately gives at the tenderness you apply behind it.

the noise he’s just made melts your bones. you try to shut it out because indecent thoughts start to pour at it, as well as simpathy.

still only half awake, he rubs the sleep from one eye with twitchy fingers and another quivery exhale before you ease him back onto the pillow with a small amount of effort and a gentle push to his chest. you rub the space where his heart lies, the silken soft hairs tickling your digits. the goose feathers inside the pillows rustle under his weight as he turns to his side and presses himself against you so closely that there’s no space of emptiness in-between anymore; not even a ghost of it.

it’s pure instinct to push closer towards the sense of almost motherly safety that you exude now and that he hasn’t experienced ever since he was a child. it’s an action he does without thinking, because if he did think about it, he wouldn’t initiate it in the first place. he’s curled up into himself like the house cat does whenever the room gets too cold because the flame in the nearby fireplace gets snuffed out. with his nose smushed against your chest, he sighs as you hug him and rest your chin on the top of his head.

his hair brushes your jawline as he nuzzles his face even deeper into you, and you can’t help but secretly relish the vulnerability he’s putting out into the open at long last. minutes pass, the blue on the sky gets lighter. every breath he takes turns depeer and more calm as he inhales your scent — subtle notes of lavender soap mixing with the warmth of sleep — and listens to the sound of your peaceful heartbeat whilst trying to tame his own into a similar rhythm.

he catches the way your pulse stutters as he wraps his arm around you at some point and digs his fingers into the small of your back, but he’s simply too exhausted to acknowledge it in that cocky way he tends to use as of late. his callouses make your skin tingle; the sensation causes your thighs to rub together almost unwillingly as he falters for a mere second before he strokes along the curve and leaves feather-light touches that make you want to shiver in the same way he did earlier, though for an entirely different reason.

his almost unbearable body heat pours into you, limbs sticking together because of the sweat that hasn’t gotten the chance to dry up yet. shamefully, you must admit that it warms you up on the inside, too. you’re not sure if your sudden greedy arousal has arrived, plaguing your mind, body and spirit alike, because of the intimacy that stems from how open he is with his emotions at this exact moment, the late hour, or the fact that you’re both completely naked underneath the covers, but it causes you to drag your nails across his strong back until you’re reaching the nape of his neck and digging your fingers into his hair like a whore which you certainly aren’t.

you’re trying to soothe him, to not make him feel scared anymore, but instead he’s kissing your chest, leaving small, warm patches of saliva across your collarbone and everything to surround it. with each messy kiss and lazy flick of tongue, you can feel the subtle graze of his canines dragging across the skin, making a certain kind of heat begin to pulsate at the apex of your thighs.

he just wants to feel you beside him. feel your warmth, scent, love, soul intermingling with his. without any words spoken because it’s too early for that and he’s not ready for it yet and his brain still feels far too sluggish. without any consequences and shame for being a soft-hearted kind of man for a change. he wants to thank you in the best way he knows and to not feel as alone.

arousal grows and grows inside your core, whether you want it to or not. it drips, turning you slippery between your legs; so wet that all you can do is trouble your bottom lip with your teeth and breathe through your nose as you feel a droplet of it slide down the inner side of your thigh. it’s embarrassing and sinful — how hot and bothered you are getting during what is supposed to be a sweet and tender moment between a wife and her husband. how dirty you’re becoming; all of your princess teachings lost to a mere thought of a cock stuffing you full.

kiba doesn’t seem to mind the sin, though. he only grunts something incoherent in reply to your soft whimper and the needy tug that you place upon the roots of his hair as soon as he wraps his mouth around your nipple and starts to suck.

you can see how goddamn innocent he looks despite the scar; pressed against the fat of your breast and with his eyelids terribly heavy both with sleep and lust. can see how comfortable he’s gotten; with his face buried between your tits in a way that makes him seem like he’s right at home. it makes his thick eyelashes flutter. makes his cock hard, until it’s poking against your tummy, leaving a thin trail of sticky wetness behind.

his cheeks are pink and warm, and his cupid’s bow has been smoothed out from the way he languidly keeps suckling on your sensitive bud. sometimes he even nips at it gently, making you not only feel, but also see lightning flash before your very eyes. he’s still stroking your back with his hand, reaching over to slide his fingers over your hip and to sneak them right between your legs where the shameful wetness gathers in copious amounts you’d never admit to yourself of being able to produce.

all of his affections are slow, sleepy, but they drive you absolutely wild. pulsating, white-hot heat drops upon you like the most treacherous mistress as he cups your pussy, spreads your lips gently apart and starts to rub small circles over your clit, making you unknowingly part your legs just so that he can touch you better. you squirm, lifting slightly, and he uses the chance to slide his other arm under your side, pressing the flat of his palm on the middle of your back just so that he can keep you from pushing away.

“so wet, princess,” he rasps softly, his voice still deep from slumber. “what are we gonna do about it, mm?”

everything is a blur after that. somehow you end up with his cock between your hands; smearing the precum that’s gathered from tip to base, making him grunt gruff obscenities as he presses his forehead against your own. your hips wiggle from the way he’s stuffed your tight princess cunt, as he lewdly calls it, with two of his thick fingers; pumping nice and easy, still spoiling your clit with his thumb.

he looks so good with his jaw locked in tight like that, kiss-bruised lips slightly parted and a subtle tick of concentration and obvious strain repeatedly appearing in his cheek. his muscles are taut, brow furrowed, hair slicked back and sweat of a different kind than the fearful one earlier sits on his skin now. his eyes are so dark, they make his pupils barely visible even if they’re blown wide open.

you’re just touching each other — exploring, taking your time, not fucking nor talking. instead you’re kissing. panting. he’s throbbing as you use both of your hands to stroke him, leaking precum whilst his hips keep pushing in and drawing back so that he can fuck your fist better, his balls tightening at the feel of it. you’re throbbing and gushing slick because he’s bullying that soft, squishy part inside of you that makes you want to wail in absolute pleasure even though you’re still so embarrassed by the wet squelches it produces.

he’s left such big lovebites marking your neck and bossom that the maids will surely talk about it in the morning, as will the ladies of the court. they’ll call it ghastly and bestial and an insult to god. they’ll say it’s blasphemy, which will only spur him on to give you more of them because he’s a good-natured but annoyingly wicked delinquent by heart, not a killer.

surprisingly, neither of you seems to care about what kind of consequences you’ll invoke later when it’s time to face your duties as princess and general — yes, even you. you just can’t bring yourself to care whilst quickening the roll of your hips so that you can fuck yourself faster on his fingers, still learning the mechanics of it, whilst he whispers your name like a chant with a voice so hoarse that it cracks as he watches you do it. you just can’t do anything else but listen and cling onto him for dear life and just feel.

he wants to say so many things. that he doesn’t sleep well because he sees the faces that had begged him for mercy, and sees the throats he’d sliced in response to said pleas, and feels guilty because he did in fact drag the knife across from one end to the other so many times that it’s become muscle memory. that he feels like he tosses a chunk of his own life into purgatory each time he has to take someone else’s life for the sake of the country, even if he roars in apparent delight as he does so.

he wants to tell you that he’s fond of you for not questioning him why he comes to bed so late at night and leaves long before you’d even begun to stir awake. that he appreciates the things you do — like the way you copy his actions that he does during the day and wrap yourself around him like a human shield when the night is long and the nightmares plague his defenseless mind, even if his body is armed and there’s a blade always hiding underneath his side of the bed. that you’re a good wife. that he might learn to love you, if he’s actually capable of it and lives long enough to do so.

but he can’t say it. the pride is drilled too deep, the soldier in him holds the leash too tight. the walls he’s built around himself will come crumbling down at some point; some hidden, more genuine part of his psyche knows they will. not yet, though. not so soon.

so for now, all he does is watch as you break into a million little pieces on his fingers and scream for god to help you like the pure little thing you are. all he does is hope that the way raw affection pools and glimmers in his amber eyes at the sight of your fucked out face is enough.

it’ll turn into love at some point, the affection. it’ll smooth out the sharp lines and edges of his face, brighten his grin into something a little more charming instead of feral, and will turn his eyes into a golden shade of honey.

a sugary kind of nectar, that he now swears he tastes on his fingers as he pulls them out of you and licks them right clean.

it’s sweet enough to drive the tastebuds wild. it’s sweet enough to give him equally as pleasant dreams.

#my entire biscuitussy went into this drabble all rightttttt #biscuit’s royalty au #kiba smut #biscuit drabbles #kiba x reader #naruto smut

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manias-wordcount · 2 years

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Special (Adult Link)

Kinktober 2022 Day Twenty-Nine: First Time

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

He wanted it to be special. But you’re both young and dumb and clumsy so it was exactly that.

Still, you couldn’t help but giggle softly as he took his time undressing you. Your best friend of over eighteen years taking so much time and care to undress you. Pulling off your shirt and kissing the valley in between your breast to let you know that you are loved. Pulling down your long skirt and placing his hands on your waist to let you know that you are cherished. All while you wrap your arms around his shoulders and look deep into his eyes- telling him the same things as quietly as you can. As sweetly as you can. In any way that you can.

It’s a long process to get him equally undressed, and more of your laughter is quick to follow. It mixes well with his chuckles as you struggle with his tunic and his tights and his belt and his boots, and just about everything but his cap. But warm, gentle, and calloused hands fold over yours and guide your hands throughout the whole process. A patient teacher, an eager lover. Link had a natural way of making a show of the whole process- leaving you breathless and leaving you wanting more.

When you’re both bare and lying on his bed, his hand starts to sneak its way through your thighs. Your eyes meet his, and though your graze is hesitant, you put on your bravest face and learn to let go for him. Your reward is long fingers playing with the most intimate parts of your body. A thumb that rubs small circles into your sensitive clit. Two fingers that find a home inside of you- scissoring and pumping in and out of you at a lazy pace. All to prepare you for what’s to come.

And sometime after he starts to stretch you out, his other hand places itself back onto one of yours once again. He leads it down, down, down, and wraps your fingers around his throbbing cock. You know what you were expecting. You’ve heard about it from other girls- eager to give you advice when you brought up that this was a moment that you and Link were thinking of sharing together very soon. Still, somehow it’s thicker than you thought it would be. Harder. Sturdier. It’s something you’ve only felt pressed up against you a few times when the touches between you two became hot, and the kisses grew wilder. Before this night you’ve never seen it with your own eyes. Felt it against your own skin.

And for that, he tells you quietly what needs to be done. He shows you the motions that feel good. The grip that feels just right. And he allows you to experiment. To find your own pace as he gives you murmured compliments. Whispered praised. And another laugh or two when you grow surprised at the sticky and warm substance that starts to leak from the top and onto your hands.

Still, the time comes when he’s pulling his fingers from in between your thighs. You can’t help the noise that you make at the sudden feeling of emptiness that overwhelms you as two long digits are pulled free from your warm wet walls. But Link drinks up with a smile and a soft kiss pressed to your lips. And another one as he shifts from his place right beside you. And another one as he rolls over on top of you, jostling his dick from your hand.

And another one before he pulls back to hover over you. Blue eyes staring deep into your own, telling you all that he wants to say in this lovely moment you share with each other. And again, you know your eyes are telling the same story by the way he decides to duck down and give you one more kiss.

And it’s within this kiss that you feel one of his hands come in between your thighs once more. This time, he spreads them farther apart to give him better access to the space in between. And as much as you want to, you can’t hold your breath as you feel him try to blindly line up his cock with your entrance. You just can’t. For he steals the air in your lungs for himself as he continues to kiss you longer, harder, and sweeter than he has ever had before. Only pulling away to allow you some relief.

Only pulling away so that he could push in.

And the gasp you let out as you feel the head start to stretch your walls is louder than you expected. Just like the sensation growing in between your thighs is much more than you expected as he presses in, inch by inch. And because he’s gentle, he takes care in moving slowly for your sake. And because he’s sweet, his gaze never leaves yours, watching and waiting for any sign that you need him to stop. And because he loves you, he’ll do anything to please you. Anything to help you. Anything to protect you and anything to make you feel as good as he feels now that’s oh, so close to the one he loves most.

When he bottoms out, you swear it’s the most intense feeling you’ve ever felt. To have someone so close to you. To have his body heat become your blanket. To have his breaths become your breaths as they fan over your lips. To hold part of him inside of you as you two become closer than you have ever been before. And it’s a feeling that sits there. A feeling that sits there as he waits for your heart to still. A feeling that sits there as he waits for your eyes to focus. A feeling that sits there as he waits for you to adjust to his length. A patient teacher. An eager lover.

And as the seconds tick down, you find that there is no better way to share your affections than with your words. Murmured words. Whispered words. Praise and cheers. Comforts and “I love yours.” Because you could look him in the eyes and tell him all the things you want him to hear. And he could look you in the eyes and do the exact same thing. Or you could share with each other your words. Mixed in between shared breaths and smiles and laughs. Mixed in between everything that tells him and everything that tells you that it’s true. All those “I love yous”.

And he wanted this moment to be special. You wanted this moment to be special too. But because you’re both young and dumb and clumsy so it is exactly that. And you think that’s what makes it so special.

Special, because it’s a moment shared between him and you.

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moonlightndaydreams · 5 months

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Let's imagine inexperienced, so sweet and so innocent Han Jisung. Let's also imagine that he's actually got everyone fooled... and you're the biggest clown of them all... but that's only because he's ruined you (and your make up). 🤡

What a delightful ask, @thatonenoona 🤭

First of all, I wanted to share with you where my idea for answering this ask came from: Jisung learning to bake!!! After watching this Racha Log I couldn’t get this Han out of my head. I loved how innocent and inexperienced he looked. Perfect setting for our ask.

I hope you enjoy this little scenario (which is below this video I put together)… I am sorry it isn’t going to be a long one, or a fic, but hopefully it still gets you all tingly.

NSFW // MDNI // HAN JISUNG X OLDER READER (age not specified so imagine what you want) // unprotected piv // oral both rec. // slightly dom Jisung // cum swallowing

Imagine this: You own a cupcake business where you hold workshops for groups to come and bake. Typically, you would have say 5-10 people attend, but on this day you only had one booking. Someone named Jisung. Your usual protocol was to call the person and check if they still wanted to do the class (sometimes people would prefer not to have a one on one), but Jisung sounded extra excited when you told him it would just be the two of you. “That works out well, because I’m such a newbie at baking that I’ll be stealing all your attention.” He had said over the phone.

When the time came, you had all the supplies and ingredients set out on the table, the oven pre-heated, and a chill playlist playing in the background.

Then Jisung arrived, and you immediately felt flustered. This young man was fucking attractive, and you felt yourself blush. He seemed younger than you, so you told yourself you needed to act your age and not a silly teenager.

Jisung was right. He was a complete newbie. He needed his hand held the entire time, taking him through each of the steps. But it was okay because he was such and enthusiastic and keen learner. Even if he was clumsy.

You talked him through all the ingredients you had lying out, and what order you were going to use them in.

“Told you I was inexperienced.” He laughed nervously, as he tipped the flour into the sifter.

“This is to ensure the cakes are light and fluffy.” You explain. “Just be—” and Jisung tapped the side of the sifter with too much force and flour poofed up absolutely everywhere.

Jisung’s eyes widened in disbelief as he slowly turned to look at you. You couldn’t help but laugh to see flour all over his mouth and chin.

“I’m so sorry!” He said flustered. But you just laughed and fetched a damp cloth.

“Here!” You said stepping closer to him to dab away the flour. You were close enough you could smell whatever soap he’d used, and you could feel his breath on your fingers as you cleaned his face.

He just stood still and watched you through his lowered eyelids, his lips slightly parted.

Fuck! He was looking at you in some sort of way. This inexperienced, innocent looking - boy, was suddenly making you feel lightheaded, and flustered.

“You really don’t know what you’re doing do you?” You chuckled low. You weren’t sure what you were even referring to here. Was it literally his baking skills, or were you meaning that he didn’t know what he was doing to your body? Or was it actually sarcasm, because the look he was giving you, and the shift in energy, was making you question his aloofness?

“Only when it comes to baking.” He replied low. You looked up to meet his eyes. He stepped even closer and whispered. “When it comes to other things…” he leaned his head in close so his lips were almost brushing yours. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”

In that moment you knew you were fucked (or about to be). You had a decision to make. Stop this right now. It wasn’t exactly appropriate. Or, see for yourself if he was as experienced as he said he was.

Your brain said this was a very bad idea. But your body. Oh how it wanted to feel this man against you, in you.

“Show me.” You found yourself saying.

And boy did he show you!

He started by backing you up against the table, and kissing you surprisingly tenderly. But it heated up quickly. His hands reached around to take off your apron, and you took of his. Somehow his shirt disappeared and your hands were roaming his toned body.

He pushed the ingredients to the side as he laid you back on the table and peeled off your jeans. Jisung hissed through his teeth at the sight of your thighs and your pale pink, cotton panties. “I see you are ready for me.” He remarked, rubbing a thumb over the wet patch of your underwear. “You’re fucking soaked, baby.” The language coming out of his mouth made your cunt clench. “I need to taste you.”

He hooked his arms under your legs and dragged you close to the tables edge. Then he pulled off your soaked underwear and nestled himself between your legs.

Nothing could have prepared you for the skill, the precision, and the enthusiasm from the man between your legs. His tongue slid along your lips with ease. His fingers spread you open so he could dig deeper. He sucked your clit in a way it had never been tended to before. And then his fingers found your other entrance, toying, teasing you, there.

Who was this man?

You were so close to coming. Jisung had you on the edge of your release for a while now. “You taste so good, baby. I could stay here forever. Pussy’s so…fuck… it’s so good….are you gonna let me fuck it in a minute?” He hummed.

“Ye-yes… need you to fuck it.” Your voice didn’t feel like yours. You were already so fucked out just from this man’s mouth, you weren’t sure you’d really survive him fucking you. Yet, you needed him to.

“After you come, okay. Come for me, yeah?” And he slipped two fingers inside of you, stretching you, and finding that spot. He found it so easily. “Come for me…I cant tell you’re close… let go. I’ve got you.”

You cried out his name as you came, clenching, pulsing around his fingers.

“That’s it baby. Fucking good girl.” He kept muttering how good you tasted, how wet you were, how tight you clenched, as he stood between your legs and undid his jeans.

You’d barely had a chance to calm down, when you felt the tip of his cock prod at your entrance. “Can I? Please… I need to… I have to be inside you.” You met his gaze and for a moment you saw that innocent young man in his expression.

You nodded. “Yes.” You whispered.

Then the innocent man was gone. Jisung pushed himself all the way in one go, making you gasp at the sudden stretch. He wasn’t small in size, not at all, and as he repeatedly thrust into you brutally you thought you were going to choke on his cock. He lost himself to the moment, fucking you hard and deep. He had to hold onto your thighs or hips just to keep you from sliding across the table.

And you were so fucking wet, your pussy squelching with every thrust. Skin slapping loudly on each impact.

The room was hot, and you were both sweating, Jisung’s hair was plastered to his forehead. He was noisy too. Lot’s of grunting, moaning. Words like “so tight, baby” kept falling from his lips.

At one point he decided to change positions, pulling you out and turning you over to bend over the table. This position allowed him to angle deeper, and to hit you harder with his hips.

You thought he was going to fuck you to death. You couldn’t find words, you couldn’t remember your name. So fucking cock drunk. And Jisung loved it. He was loving how you had fallen apart like this. He loved that he had you impaled on his cock. He loved the way your cunt clenched on him making it harder and harder to thrust.

“God, baby, you like that huh? Feels good doesn’t it?” He panted. He felt you come around his dick, the squeeze almost choking the life out of him. “I’m gonna cum…where—“

“In my mouth!” You somehow managed to say. You wanted to taste him so bad.

He quickly pulled out, and pulled you up so you kneel down in front of him. His cock was absolutely engorged. Angry tip barely holding back his ejaculation. You opened your mouth ready and let him fuck your face, leaving it up to him to set the pace and intensity he needed to climax. Your eyes watered as you felt your throat being violated. But you were loving it. You wanted this man to fucking ruin you.

“Fuck, baby…yeah..I’m…I’m gonna…” and you felt his hot cum hit the back of your throat. ‘That’s it baby….take it all…every last bit… fuck!!”

You did take every last drop. You swallowed everything he had to give you.

Jisung helped you stand up. You felt wobbly and held onto his arms. You looked up to see him smile sheepishly, and then laugh kindly.

“What?” You smiled.

“Well,” he reached for the damp cloth and started to wipe your cheeks. You mascara. It must be everywhere. “Now your face needs cleaning.”

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#smut #han jisung smut #han jisung x reader #han jisung hard thoughts #not so innocent had jisung #soft dom han jisung

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amethystsoda · 9 months

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It’s kind of cliche how stereotypical my abuse and indoctrination was growing up—

(I guess this is technically a bit of trauma dumping??? But hopefully it’s more like “here are some experiences other traumatized millennials will relate to.” We share in this history together 🤝)

Family was into religious cult activities (aka evangelical pentecostals) and made us spend lots of time at church (good for becoming someone who cares about others and giving, but not good bc brainwashing/shaming/etc)

Only got one year of kindergarten before getting pulled into homeschool after a move. Mother got into talk radio and the conservative brain poisoning.

Not allowed to watch cartoons other than veggie tales. Christian bookstore almost exclusively. Hyper patriotic. ONe nation under GOD!!!!!!! *eagle caw*

Rapture scare and apocalypse fear—don’t deny Jesus if someone tries to shoot you and make you renounce Christ. Forced to watch The Omega Code at way too young. Listened to the audiobooks of all the Left Behind series (content including rapture, natural disasters, assassinations, beheadings for not taking the mark of the beast, etc).

My biggest fear around 7-10 years old was that I would have to be loyal to Jesus and get beheaded. I literally sat around thinking about how scary a guillotine was and how I would have to steel myself to accept that fate.

Also as a Pentecostal family, my parents believed in speaking in tongues. Cue up me at maybe 4 years old being forced to “learn the language” (I was getting no divine insight, no spiritual spark. I was a child with my brain still developing)

but being put into the empty bathtub until “the spirit worked” (aka I faked it and replicated how my parents did it with tear streaked cheeks, just so I could escape that hell).

Spanking as punishment… I wasn’t even that bad of a kid. They just didn’t know how to handle me being an independent thinker and curious.

Talk out problems?? Nah. Open palm spanking your butt will silence you and train you not to talk back. You said something I don’t like??? Time to push you to the wall and grab your chin and yell at you until you “repent.” (No wonder my response eventually was just to shut down.)

It didn’t stop there. When we got older and they didn’t spank as much. It was “you have to pray and repent out loud” “you have to read scripture.” And for someone who went nonverbal during those times, it was so painful to do.

I got diagnosed with adhd in kindergarten but my mom basically said “that doesn’t exist” and ignored it. I had tons of sensory issues and that motor system stuff where you trip or are clumsy a lot. I cried when the crinoline of dresses scratched my legs. I was hyper fixated on red shoes and butterflies.

I had purity training at 9 years old. A sliding scale off a cliff diagram of “dangerous actions” (the start was holding hands. Off the cliff was laying in bed naked and sex).

Growing up fat and constant throat infections but no doctor’s care because “you just need to pray when you’re sick and quote scripture and god will heal you.” The advil? Hidden up in the kitchen cupboard and judgement any time you would reach for it.

I remember never talking about crushes too because everyone would embarrass me. I didn’t know any terms for demisexual/bisexual. I just knew I felt deep love for everyone, and sexual desire for almost no one.

I often think about how things could have been different. How I ended up parenting myself and only relying on myself. No one else would care for me, so I had to.

Sure there were occasionally good moments.

I’m sure my mother was trying her best with my dad constantly at work until late hours.

But it also could have been so much better…

If you also grew up like this, I am holding you so tenderly. I’m holding a warm washcloth to the old wounds and wiping the childhood tears off your face.

I’m giving 10 year old you a mug of hot cocoa and a warm blanket and putting cartoons on. There’s no yelling. No threat of abuse. You’re safe 🫂🫂

We’ve been through so much, but there are better days ahead. 💖💖💖

#i’ve been considering making some comics about this…#abuse cw #religious trauma #cults cw #emotional abuse cw #amethyst rants #purity culture

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loevhyuck · 9 months

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it's always hard to talk about someone you've known for so long, whose memories are directly related to yours. years have flown by, and this is the fourth birthday that i remember about you. i saw the person who became an example for me, support and someone I always wanted to follow further. the older I got, the more I found similarities in us, I saw my own in your pain and fatigue, and then I correlated what you said with mine and realized that our thoughts were similar. perhaps I absorbed like a sponge what was said, written by you, or initially everything coincided detail to detail. but now I know only one thing, and it is important to remember. I didn't become one person with you or lose myself, but grew up and became better together. you let me see the world with different eyes. through the broken thick glass of glasses. but it will be so little, if not to say that you have grown up with me and before my eyes. looking back, how much new music have you written? how many texts have passed before your eyes and does it correlate with the number of days you spent with yourself, resting? the answer may be no, but you know where you are right now. life can't be changed in any way and you're here. the world-famous idol is a child prodigy, followed by a golden boy and a talented child in the eyes of anyone who dares to look. shy, kind and with a big heart, someone who is not so scary to rely on, with bitten knuckles and big dreams. and maybe that's the way it is, you really have become one of the turning points not only in the lives of people around you, but also in your company and industry. you showed a completely different level of the artist and his attitude to work. a man who grew up in a family with a love for music, for people and a desire to give everything there is in this world. the child of his parents, who are now proud of you like no other. we are all proud of you when a very young Mark just joined the company and took the first places in the rating. still a little clumsy, insecure, but rapidly proving that talented children multiply their inclinations with work and work. and now, after many years, can anyone deny how much you are a rapper? how much are you a singer and a dancer, how well do you feel the music and everything connected with it? No, you become a landmark. it's scary how time flies and that it's already the fourth year (me with you) and you yourself are no longer twenty years old, you have become more mature, even more talented, open to the world. he trusted us with his secrets and told us why it is important not to let the bad feeling get the better of you. and it's like it's our turn to open up to you and know nctzens, markf, anyone will be here to shout your name loudest, laugh and cry with you. a year ago you released child, now golden hour, one day you dream of your own book and be in this place as long as possible. you once asked in one song ‘i hope you like it where i am now’ and the answer is yes. im proud of you, the boy from canada, who was not afraid and went after his dream. everything worked out for you and then only a bright future, in which there is always a place for you and a small guitar. It's strange to feel like I'm a twenty-year-old little adult, older than you when I first learned the name mark lee. it's funny, I'm twenty now and you turned twenty that year. but i hope that next time we will meet again, i am at the age of 21 and you are 25.

happy birthday, Mark, and thank you

#happy birthday mark #i love you so much #be happy and healthy #마크의_스물네번째_골든아워 #24thGoldenMarkYear #nct mark #mark lee #mark #<3

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starlitheaven · 2 years

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: ̗̀➛ THIS SIDE OF PARADISE — YUUJI ITADORI

note. for @shibaraki, I hope you like it <3. writing for yuuji was difficult, so I’m sorry if it’s not the best! based on this side of paradise by coyote theory. for the 1k follower event.

tags. childhood friends to lovers, non-sorcerer au, falling in love.

2k+

yuuji’s grandfather had once told him that lonely souls often sought each other out and attracted like magnets. he thinks of megumi back home sometimes and understands this; an unspoken bond made because they're both people who don't quite relate to those around them.

but with you? it’s felt like solace from the very beginning back when he was too young to know what the comfort and warmth he felt even meant. with you, yuuji never felt as if pointless chatter was needed to fill in silences. he’s always hated that disingenuous need to be what people expect of him. if he was quiet and alone, people assumed he was angry. if he’s lively and laughing brightly, they assume nothing could possibly be wrong. you always understood that this wasn’t the case. even in his days where he was labeled as a “problematic child”, you knew he was still the goofy boy who picks his nose.

you had been friends since childhood; back when you were taller and stronger—before puberty hit yuuji like a train. never the closest of friends but not acquaintances either. you were someone he felt a strong connection to, but slipped through his fingers like sand amongst the rush of growing up. his last memory of you was holding your smaller form during high school graduation with heated cheeks and the lingering regret afterward of not having confessed.

though like most things in life, time went on and it was soon forgotten. he chalked up his feelings to a teenage crush and packed his bags to go live on the island.

while you occupied his thoughts every now and then throughout the years since leaving his hometown, you were the last person he imagined ever encountering here of all places. he’d been waiting in line at the juice bar when he caught a glimpse of you walking from the direction of the dock.

he took in the sight of you, so refreshing and bright like sunshine and the fresh fruit native to the island. your smile and that laugh of yours...yuuji has never felt so clumsy and aware of himself. the effect you continued to have on him was outstanding.

no braincells in that hard head of his, he left the bar and headed your way. paying no mind that todou and chosou waited for him back at the gym. it was like he was under the effects of a mirage, mesmerized by the sight of how pretty you looked in lightweight linens under the clear blue sky. he approached you slowly with caution, suddenly afraid that you may not remember him.

that’d probably be worse than rejection, he thinks.

but lovely as ever, your face immediately perked up in recognition. you seemed as surprised to find him there, and after the initial shock and spoken pleasantries, you two caught up over lunch. if he specifically picked one of the restaurants that gojou owned to impress you with the special seaside table the older man has reserved just for him, well uh. anyway, he learned that you’re the new curator for the island museum and have been in the process of moving into the island after several online interviews.

that was your first official day living on the island. he’s never been the sort of guy to think much about concepts such as fate or destiny, but this had him considering it throughout lunch.

yuuji grinned, eager at the news of your new job and residence. “that’s pretty cool, man! if you want, I can show you around. kusakabe at the rental place can give us the good golf carts for the whole day so you can see all the overlooks and cliffs and trails. oh or zip-lining, you’d probably like that. and the casino! but it’s not actually a casino y/n, it’s actually a movie theater that—“

you held a hand up and yuuji realized then that he was rambling. he thought maybe you were overwhelmed by his vigor towards this island that he’s grown to love. oh man, he’s fucked up and it’s only been a few hours. kugisaki was right. this is why he doesn’t get girls.

unbeknownst to him, you were reminded of how cute you found his earnestness towards things he loves. or how good he looked kissed by the sun. it suited him well. the sea breeze gently ruffled his messy peach hair.

“I want to do all that, trust me.” you smiled warmly, picking up on his scolded puppy mood and wanting to reassure him. “and I’m excited! I thought I was gonna have to explore all on my own, but I’m so happy to know that you’re here. but don’t tell me any more. surprise me!”

so he did. somewhat. he’d gotten so caught up in seeing you again that he talked out of his ass about showing you around like he wasn’t currently busy training to be a firefighter (he had an entire meal with you at a restaurant having completely forgotten his session at the gym!). so he took it slow with your schedules as adults in mind. right, you were no longer teenagers with all the time in the world.

so first, he came by to your new apartment to help you unpack everything and assemble your furniture, which took a few days as your things continued to arrive. for most of those days you two were completely alone in your space, and there was never a dull moment. later, he’d find out from todou that assembling furniture is a very intimate thing to do with someone you’re not dating, but he didn’t really care. or the fact that the two of you often cooked dinner together after hours of unpacking and ate in front of your small tv, usually movies he chose. his mind soon memorized the exact way your eyes crinkle when you laugh at his stupid impressions.

or the sweet sound of your drowsy voice as you wish him a good night and sweet dreams at your door.

it’s about two weeks later when he shows up early at your fully furnished apartment, with the golf cart waiting outside. you two spend the entire day exploring all of the trails, the cliff sides, every little road in the island. he shows you the small abandoned cliffside church and teaches you how to sneak into the old bell tower right over the ocean. he learns that you prefer picnics over eating out at restaurants, so you two take breaks exploring the island to head into the small grocery store for food and supplies. there’s several picnic tables on the side of the seaside roads that give you two privacy to enjoy your meals.

away from the prying eyes of the small island, yuuji cuts up native fruit and playfully holds it out for you, which you take by leaning in and biting around it before pulling back with a flirtatious smile. he laughs lightly, too occupied with his growing feelings that he doesn’t see what’s going on in front of him.

because the crush hits him like the bright sunlight that glistens the island waters. it doesn’t surprise him, but the intensity of his affection does. he can’t help but think that this is no crush. it feels much deeper than wanting to make out and hold hands in the school hallways. it’s wanting no one but you to buy produce with. it’s wishing that he didn’t have to say goodbye at your door. it’s wanting to fall asleep and wake up with you right beside him.

dense as ever, yuuji still fails to realize that his feelings go both ways. he doesn’t catch the way you subtly lean into him while waiting in line at the ice-cream shop or the fact that you’ve put up with several horror movies just to continue going with him despite it being your least favorite genre. he’s just so handsome in that boyish way of his, always ready with an easy smile and carefree laugh. everything that you liked about him during your childhood was still there, only increased tenfold. now he’s so strong and tall and protective over you.

despite the island being pretty safe, he often walks you home from the museum on late nights. who wouldn’t be charmed by an attractive future firefighter wanting to take care of you? and as much as you enjoy your conversation with yuuji, you enjoy your silences. these walks are often peaceful and quiet, with only the sounds of crickets and the waves gently ebbing back and forth.

tonight was no different.

you walked side by side silently for some time, until he couldn’t help but notice you rubbing at your crossed arms as if to bring some heat onto them. he’s seen kugisaki do this enough times to know. his destination was only a few minutes away, but he spoke up anyway.

"are you cold?"

you looked up with a surprised hum, having been lost in thought. "hm? oh...a little."

"here." yuuji grinned, pulling off his hoodie. unaware of your eyes curiously peeking at the way his shirt briefly rose and exposed the hard lines of his tanned muscled abs. he was made to live on an island. “you can wear this.”

"oh—um—," you stammered sheepishly, fingers grasping onto the soft fabric. you wanted to decline just to be polite, but the thought of wearing something of his made you giddy. "are you sure?"

"yeah, don't worry about it."

you slip on the large red sweater before he finished his sentence, overcome with the scent of fabric detergent and softener as it goes over your head. it's fresh, clean and crisp. warm from his body heat, and you resist the urge to snuggle into it.

later, he surprises you with a moonlight picnic tucked away in one of the private coves of the island that’s normally reserved for the most lavish restaurant. yuuji takes your hand in his, leading you deeper into the cove, and you can’t help but notice that his palm is sweaty. before you can open your mouth and make a lighthearted joke, you take in all of the candles littered around.

the candles are mismatched and follow no order—varying in size and scent. not only that, but the blanket placed on the sand is too small for the spread of finger foods and he tips over one of the wine glasses while serving you. the unexpected gesture leaves you stunned, but it’s endearing in the way that is unique to yuuji. earnest and sweet. the gentle orange glow and his warmth underneath the moonlight eases you out of your growing nerves.

it’s a date in everything but the name. you noticed yuuji had acted off on the way here. he was jittery and restless, and now you know that it was all nerves. this picnic required help from others and was either expensive or a favor to have the secret cove closed off for the night. he’s made his move and gave you the strength to make yours.

after finishing your food, you leaned into his shoulder while watching the sea in front of you. taking his still clammy hand into yours, you thanked him for tonight and for making your new life on the island all that much better. that there’s no one else but him you’d want these experiences with. with your heart stuck in your throat and swallowed up in soft red fabric, you turned to yuuji and placed your lips over the line of his jaw. his shoulders tense up as he freezes, and this close, you see the pink that floods his cheeks.

he looks at you, soft beneath the moonlight, and the raw emotion in his brown eyes is pure longing. brown eyes glance down to the swell of your lips and it’s all the inclination you need to lay back against the small pineapple print blanket.

yuuji takes your cue and leans down over you, blocking out the starry night sky. “is this okay?” he breathes, absently rubbing his thumb over the high of your cheek. his voice is hushed, almost inaudible amongst the tides if his lips weren’t right above yours.

was this okay? your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, cheeks warm and flushed.

“yeah,” you sighed. your fingers dug into the soft fabric of his t-shirt, resisting the urge to pull him down. there was sand in your hair now and the blanket beneath you was crumpling, but none of it mattered. “kiss me, yuuji...”

yuuji’s honey eyes fluttering shut is the last thing you see before he closes the distance. the brush of his lips against yours is tender, like you’re something precious and valuable. his kiss was slow, sensual, and full of passion. all of the want and desire that’s been brewing inside of him is pouring out, making him needy against your lips. his knees are resting on each side of your hips now, fully on top of you.

as the kiss becomes more heated—more urgent and passionate that it leaves you dizzy and breathless—your hands begin to wander down yuuji’s body. his broad shoulders thick with muscles, his corded arms, his hard lean sides beneath the thin fabric of his t-shirt. then, your hand roved over his navel and down to his groin where you teased him with a squeeze.

“nngh,” yuuji groaned, a little surprised at his own reaction. he was already tenting in his pants, hard just from kissing. the realization made a knot form in your belly, warm and tight. “f-fuck.”

you laughed, giving his throat a playful nip. his voice was so attractive like this. “you like that?”

“yeah,” yuuji whined, mindlessly rutting against your small palm. while his rhythm was clumsy, it made your mind spin to realize how thick his cock is as it began to fill out. “can you—can you keep doing that? it feels amazing, babe.”

“doing what?” you asked innocently, batting your lashes up at him. you gave him another nip, sucking a little this time as your grip loosened slightly, merely brushing his throbbing cock. featherlight—enough to feel but not enough to be stimulated the way he desperately wants. “this?”

a whine escapes his lips as your fingers lightly graze over the length of him, failing to hold back more laughter at his sensitivity. yuuji is panting now, cheeks hot lips bitten red. he looks a little ashamed. like a puppy who’s been caught doing something bad. he buries his face into your neck with a deep exasperated groan.

“don’t tease me, man,” he grumbles into your skin, and breath tickling you slightly. he’s beginning to leak precome, and he’s sure you can feel his cock twitch in his pants. “i’m so hard. i don’t think i’ve ever been this turned on.”

you coo, running your hands through his messy peach hair in comfort. “aw, I didn’t know you were this sensitive. I’m sorry. ”

“I don’t have a lot of experience, y/n…” he confesses lowly, a little serious and mortified. the waves continue crashing against the rocky shore ahead. “or any.”

oh. “are you…”

yuuji nods solemnly. as if he were breaking life changing news to you, not this. he faces you, brows drawn together in discomfort. “lame, huh?”

why does he look like that? like he expects you to laugh in his face?

you cup his face and gently bring it up towards yours. “no, it’s not.” a seasalt kiss. you do your best to “let’s stop for now, okay? we have all the time to pick this back up. y’know, once you’re ready.”

“you sure?” there’s something like relief in his eyes now. perhaps his sudden excitement only made his experience that much more blaring.

the thing about yuuji is that he can get so lost in his own head sometimes. sometimes he’s his own worst enemy. a loner like him with such a big heart doesn’t deserve to be left alone to fend his own grim thoughts. he’s opened up to you and allowed you in, so now you’ll do your best to ease the burden off of him.

“of course. it’s nothing to be ashamed of, yuuji.” you smiled. you were rewarded with the sight of his boyish features easing up. “if you’ve got anything to be ashamed of it’s when you ate that bug for free.”

“i only did that once!” he protested the way he always does whenever that time’s brought up. but he looked more at ease, more like himself.

the sun has never been so bright amongst the stars.

#this beat my ass!#it was rushed at the end i'm SORRY #and i'm also sorry this is so so late monty :(#ngl you probably even forgot about this that's how long it's been jsfkcs #yuuji x reader #yuji x reader #yuji x y/n #jjk x reader

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thewildsophia · 1 year

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Cuphead//Werner Werman x Military!Reader

A/N: New Cuphead season came out and I’m hyper-fixating again. I took matters into my own hands and wrote Werner with a military s/o bc there aren’t any others. I’m thinking of writing a full on fic or two with this concept, but would ya’ll read them?

Note: The beginning part of this is just the backstory of who you are and it’s kinda (really) long so sorry abt that; It’s all the text before the “read more” breaker. There’s also a section about PTSD so if that makes you uncomfortable then read the last parts of this carefully (or don’t at all, I’ve labeled the section in question).

Words: 2962

“Read More Link” placed due to length.

Werner Wermin With a Military Veteran S/O:

During the war you were one of the many people displaced due to the conflict. Originally you were placed in a refugee camp separated from your family. It wasn’t until you learned that your family had not been recovered that you decided to join the fight.

You were trained under Lieutenant Kettle and was certified as a sharpshooter in the marine corp before being swapped over to medical staff after adequate training.

Being so young and having just lost everything, Kettle made it part of his job to look after you. He knows the horrors of war and how terrible people can be in it, so he wanted to do whatever he could to prevent you from seeing the true horrors of it all.

Despite his best efforts though, working as a sniper and then field medic had you see things that you wouldn’t believe happened had you not witnessed it first hand: How long different beings can live without water, how fast certain gasses can cause people to pass out, how far the joints on different kinds of bodies can fold backwards on themselves. You name it and you’ve probably seen it.

You and Lieutenant Kettle did make it out of the war; Alive, but not unscathed. Kettle’s injuries were able to be fixed not easily but completely, and he returned home mostly okay.

You on the other hand were not so lucky. Since humans are somewhat rare worldwide, there isn’t much in the field of medicine for treating human injuries and illness. Because of this, a spinal injury you received during service technically rendered you handicapped, making you eligible for benefits. While you’re not visibly handicapped, you still felt pain some days where you had been shot in the back, but other than that you got around just fine.

For a while, Lieutenant Kettle -- who now went by “Elder” Kettle -- let you live with him seeing as you had no home to return to. You moved out into your own cottage just a short walk away from his own after about a year when the VA began giving you your benefits.

Not long after, two young boys, Cuphead and Mugman, showed up at Elder Kettle’s door and he took care of them as if they were his own, with assistance from you of course. You grew to love them rather quickly; They were like your younger brothers!

For a while you lived by yourself quietly, frequently visiting Elder Kettle and the brothers. While you liked your life, you did often feel lonely. Returning home to an empty house was somewhat depressing at times.

That all changed when you met “Werner Werman,” an eccentric engineer who is a rather crafty, if not annoying, rat. A literal rat.

At first, you avoided him whenever you saw him. You immediately recognized his uniform as being that of your enemy and just seeing his helmet was enough to send you into a panic. The fact that he was always in his “tank” didn’t make you any more comfortable being around him.

It wasn’t until you saw him outside of his tank, however, that actually made you consider speaking to him.

You were just exiting a local market in the early afternoon when you saw him. You were about to turn around and keep walking when you noticed something very peculiar about him: He had no tail. Not to mention his considerable clumsiness, knocking over a few items from vending stalls as he passed by and cussing at the understandably angry venders in German.

It was only when you saw him struggle to grab something from one of the stalls that you decided to help. Hesitantly, you walked up and asked if he needed help. The rat stared at you before saying, “Could jou lift me up zo zhat I can zpeak vith zhe clerk?”

You took a deep breath in before doing as he asked, wiping your hand off on your shirt as he turned away to speak to the man. He bought a pack of cigars before asking you to help him down.

“Jou are much nicer zhan most ozhers around, mein Herr/Frau.” He said as you placed him on the ground, “Zhe name’s Verner Vermin, should jou ever need mein help.”

With that, he walked off leaving you to return to your own home.

Anytime you’d see him after that he’d always greet you and ask for you to help him reach something if needed. You got to know him a little better during these times and, to your surprise, you became fast friends as you grew to enjoy his company.

You mentioned Werner to Elder Kettle in passing once and he looked at you shocked, surprised that you knew him. You asked if he knew him and he explained that he met him only once on the battlefield.

For weeks you continued about your daily business, speaking to Werner whenever time allowed you. Despite his rather loud voice, you learned fairly quickly that Werner was rather shy and introverted when it came to speaking to people he actually liked. The subject of engineering and repurposing junk would frequently come up, seemingly because he was most comfortable with such topics of discussion.

Eventually, Werner mentioned how he served in the war and that’s when you let him know that you too served in it, just on the opposite side though. He grows silent, pensive, at that and turns to you asking, “Iz zhat vhy jou avoided me before?”

Shocked, you explained your rationale and immediately he began to understand.

The irritability, the low appetite, the worried glances you’d give whenever something around you fell. You had PTSD.

His attitude around and to you changed in little ways. Werner would lower his voice whenever possible and he’d ask if you were okay whenever you got a dissociative look on your face.

Unknown to you, Werner had begun to harbor a crush on you. He actually didn’t realize it either until he spoke to his friend Cala about you.

Also unknown to you was the fact that you also began to harbor feelings for Werner as well. Perhaps there was a part of you that still believed he was the enemy and therefore you couldn’t be with him. But despite that, your feelings for him continued to grow.

It’s for that reason that when he asked you out on a date you were so shocked that you couldn’t say anything for a moment, you just stared. He thought your silence ment no but you had to quickly assure him that, yes, you wanted to go on a date.

The date was nice; You two simply went out to dinner together and had a small drink. Throughout the whole date, however, you noticed how nervous Werner was and it took a while for you to ease his nerves saying things like, “Yes, I like the flowers,” and, “No, I like engineering. Please continue.” Stuff like that.

At the end of the night, he offered to walk you home, but you denied his offer and instead offered to walk him home. Like you, he tried to reject it, but eventually gave in realizing he wouldn’t win against you. You wouldn’t tell him this, but you honestly didn’t want him walking around too much with such poor balance.

You wished Werner a good night at his home (?) and asked him when the next date was. Surprised, and somewhat bashful, Werner smiled nervously and said whenever you’d like.

Spoiler alert: You two went on many dates after that night and officially started dating.

Werner would always have you over to show off his creations and machinery, often talking for hours about how every little thing worked, not that you minded at all. You quite liked the sound of his voice.

During one of these many visits, you finally ask Werner why he had no tail. Werner explained through deep breaths that during the war his tail was literally blown off. He also elaborated on the fact that without his tail he now had difficulty staying balanced when standing and walking.

You comforted Werner, explaining your similar injury -- making sure not to use the word “disability” because God knows how veterans hate to say they’re disabled -- and how it also affects your ability to move around.

It was after that day you began research into prosthetics. You spoke to Werner about it and at first he was hesitant before agreeing to at least try.

You created a few designs based on his size and determined how it would rest on his body. Werner then helped to translate those designs into actual working prototypes.

It took a few tries but eventually you two came up with a design that worked really well. It wasn’t like a real tail completely, but it made walking for Werner so much easier and, while he won’t admit it, the first time he tested it out he teared up a little.

Sometime later you eventually asked Werner to move in with you. His home was a long walk away for both of you and if you were being honest you felt that his home wasn’t all that easy to move around in anyways.

Werner accepted your invite with glee and was moved in so damn fast.

Suddenly, your home was a lot less quiet, being filled with the constant clatter of metal and the welting of parts. You and Werner made it a habit to work on ways to make your home more accessible for him considering his small size.

You were also surprised to meet Katzenwagen for the first time, believing him to be just a regular cat. But Werner surprised you like always and showed you just what he was and how he made him.

You liked cats, so you loved having Katzenwagen around as well.

You’d also bring Werner with you sometimes to visit the cup brothers and Elder Kettle.

Tw: PTSD

Something that you two liked to talk about is your time in the military. He was glad to have someone to talk to about it and you didn’t mind listening to his ramblings.

But Werner’s just as good of a listener as he is a talker. He was silent whenever you’d talk about your experience since, out of the two, you were more private about your time in the military.

Having Werner living with you now took away a part of the privacy you had before and opened him up to some of the more…unsavory effects war had on you at such a young age.

Similar to Werner, there are days where the pain from your injury makes you irritable. You’re very quick to anger and have gotten angry with Werner a few times. He doesn’t take it personally, however, and helps to distribute your pain medications. You always apologize to him the next day.

While generally a rarity, there are some days where you’re silent, never uttering a word from the moment you wake up to the moment you go to sleep. You often sat and stared on days like these, not even doing anything to pass the time. Werner would often talk to you on those days, filling your silence with his chatter and explaining all his current and future projects. He can never tell if you were actually listening to him.

Sometimes, when waking up from nightmares, you forget where you are. Werner, sleeping in the room right next to yours, often wakes up to you screaming and rushes over to check on you.

One of three things usually happens: You are dazed and question where you are, you become extremely hostile to others (usually Werner since he’s the only one around), or you engage in self-destructive behavior.

Werner always hopes it’s the first outcome when he walks into your room. You can be found standing in the middle of the room looking around at everything and even picking some things up and examining them. When you see Werner, you ask him who he is and where you two are. He calmly explains that you’re in your house and he’s your lover.

“I have a lover?” You asked one time, “You’re my lover?” You held his small hands while saying, “Well, I’m glad I have such a handsome lover then.”

Mans was red in the face embarrassed.

He often speaks with you for a little before having you go back to sleep. When you wake up, you remember who you are, but none of the events of the previous night.

The second, and one of the more unnerving ones, is when you become violent with Werner after nightmares. You think you’re still in the middle of the war and respond as such.

There was one instant where you pulled a gun --the handgun you keep under your pillow that Werner had helped customize for you -- on Werner after he entered the room and spoke, immediately recognizing his thick German accent. You had threatened to “blow his head off his shoulders” if he didn’t leave.

It took a lot of convincing, and shouting, for you to put the gun down. Werner explained who he was and where you were, often pointing to things around your room to help prove that he was telling the truth.

He’d often leave your room during one of these episodes after he calms you down, giving you space to do as you pleased in that room until you fell asleep again. Similar to before, you don’t remember the previous night, but Werner keeps a wary eye on you the next day.

The third and perhaps scariest out of the three is when you become destructive against yourself.

Werner is much, much smaller than you. Usually this doesn’t matter in your general relationship as you don’t mind having a smaller lover and often help him move around.

The issue comes about when you enter one of these self-destructive episodes. Werner cannot physically stop you from hurting yourself. No matter how much he screams and begs, how much he grabs at you and whatever you may be holding, it’s truly as if he doesn’t exist.

It’s his complete and utter uselessness in these moments that scares Werner the most.

The first time it happened, Werner thought you were going to kill yourself.

You were absolutely manic: screaming, crying, tearing at your body and drawing blood, all the while you were mumbling something about a younger sister.

You couldn’t hear Werner’s screaming over your own, nor could you feel his desperate touches over your nails.

Knowing that he couldn’t do anything to stop you, Werner rushed over to Elder Kettle’s cottage in the middle of the night, screaming at the man to hurry and move faster because you were gonna kill yourself if you didn’t stop.

Living so close to Elder Kettle made it easy for them to get to you quickly and once there, Kettle had to restrain you to stop you.

You eventually passed out in his arms, so Elder Kettle covered you up and allowed you to sleep. The two men spoke outside of your room and that’s when Werner broke down crying, muttering how useless he is and how he can’t help you. It’s then that he wonders how many times you’ve woken up like this, confused and in despair, before he came to live with you.

Elder Kettle is quick to talk him through everything and even gives Werner more backstory on you before joining the military.

The two devise a plan of action in case you ever have one of these episodes again. It’s very, very rare, but you do sometimes enter these manic episodes and it never gets easier for either of them.

It’s after this event of self-harm that Werner helps sign you up for therapy.

Therapy was something that Werner went to with mild success, but he suggests that maybe it will help you more than it did him.

He even offers to join you in secessions if you’d feel more comfortable with him.

Werner also helps to change things around the house, specifically your room, to make it safer and more comforting when you panic. He even adds a few of his own things to your room so that you can hopefully be reminded of him in a good way when you wake up dazed.

While not completely better, there is improvement in your behavior. These episodes become less and less frequent and Werner learns how to properly guide you through them.

Tw: ending

Werner absolutely adores you, flaws and all. Just as you were willing to help him recover, he is willing to help you recover as well, even if it’s in a different way.

For someone who was forced to see so much from such a young age, it never ceases to amaze Werner just how genuinely kind you are. You treat the cup brothers as if they’re your own brothers and often help others you see in need out of the kindness of your heart. After all, that’s how you two met.

Werner wants to be the absolutely best lover he can be for you and you share that same sentiment.

You’ve often thought about marrying someone after you left the war with Elder Kettle, but at the time you didn’t know anyone. With Werner, you had everything you could possibly want and need.

Werner’s stories and creations often amazed you and inspired you to create things that would help others who are sick or injured.

The two of you are still quite young, but who knows. With time, you may just ask him to be your husband.

You’d even let Cuphead and Mugman be the flower boys.

#Cuphead #the cuphead show #elder kettle #mugman #werner werman #cuphead werner werman #werner werman x reader #cuphead werner werman x reader #cuphead x reader #thewildsophia writes

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Twisted Wonderland Matchup: Silver

@astralmysteria Request: Can I have a romantic twisted wonderland matchup plz

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body (although I’m more top heavy if you know what i mean) black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks wears glasses sometimes (im far sighted so it’s usually when driving in class or at the theater)

Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence (more pertaining to my talents or personality then my looks) sassy sarcastic (I’m mainly these things with people i feel comfortable with like friends or family) soft spoken cute (my friends think im cute because i can be pretty innocent plus I’m small physically)

Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping being a part of something bigger than myself

Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people who harm others people who don’t take others into consideration (like make insensitive jokes or don’t consider the comfort of others or are mean just cause they can) people i care about not caring for themselves (im a hypocrite on this i take care of everyone else but not me) not being listened to weird holes and patterns math and tests (I’m being tested for a math disability and i have test anxiety)

Love language:

Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection (if they’re ok with it)

Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection (although i can be shy about it)

Extra: i pace a lot i sing when im alone i talk to myself im a picky eater (mainly with textures) i have a cat

Thank you

After going through the description given, I believe that you best pair well with Silver!

Silver is a gentleman through and through, so while he appreciates your figure, he doesn’t ogle it mindlessly like some other students might. Although, if pushed, he would find that you are adorable and quite eye-catching, what with your curly black hair and chubby cheeks. And because you’re so short, he may endeavor to help you with fetching things like books or cups from high places—provided, of course, you ask for assistance because he still is a very polite young man.

Silver doesn’t often think about romance or any other feelings relating to that particular emotion. Most of the time, he’s trying to better himself as both a knight to his prince or to become a worthy mage that his father can be proud of. That said, he appreciates your kind and caring nature. As a student of Night Raven College, most of his peers are not as willing to bear vulnerability or compassion so openly. If nothing else, he finds your attitude refreshing because it is also a reflection of himself.

Silver believes in you despite your awkward and clumsy nature. Everyone has their faults and yours is nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it’s rather endearing; almost as if you were one of those deer he would find near his childhood home or in the forests that surround the school.

In addition, if he ever finds that you are feeling doubtful about your talents and abilities, he is quick to reassure you and lay any doubts to rest. It takes a while to become confident, but like all things, when you want to become better at someone, you have to continue to practice and work hard to better yourself.

Silver is straightforward and serious. Although he is far more adept at interacting with his peers when compared to the rest of Diasomnia dorm, that doesn’t mean that he’s loads better. Therefore, don’t be too discouraged or saddened if Silver doesn’t quip back with his own sarcastic retorts or laugh at your sass. He’s an earnest, polite soul; it’s best that if you want to communicate with little miscommunication, you are clear and concise with your words.

(That doesn’t mean that there aren’t any moments when he can’t be funny or crack a smile at your humor. Give him time, he’ll get there eventually).

Don’t blame Silver, but he also thinks that you’re rather adorable. It’s a mixture of your mannerisms and your physicality, but it’s also because you remind him of his woodland creatures that he talks to sometimes. It doesn’t help that you’re rather soft spoken and that you share his love for animals!

Speaking of animals, you can join Silver whenever he decides to take a walk through the forest surrounding Night Raven College. Even though he’s usually busy because of club meetings, schoolwork, and a plethora of activities that he must complete as knight to Malleus, he’ll still make time for you. Sometimes, dates with him will culminate in a lovely picnic underneath a great oak tree. There, the both of you can talk about your wants and dreams, pet the animals that will eventually swarm Silver, or even take naps together.

(You can even ruffle or comb through Silver’s hair whenever he takes an impromptu nap. Just be sure to wake him up eventually).

Whenever Silver sees that you are not taking care of yourself —especially when you should—he’ll offer to lighten your burdens. If you need help cooking healthy meals, he’ll take over the kitchen for you. If your living space needs cleaning, he’ll freely get cleaning supplies and get to work. Whatever you need help with, he’ll do his best to uplight you and make it so that it’s easier to enact self care.

If you are ever worried about not getting listened to, don’t fear! Silver isn’t very talkative, but he’s always willing to listen to others. There may be times when he may not have words of advice should you need them (he might have to refer to Lilia for worldly advice), but his comforting presence more than makes up for it.

As for your listed love languages, Silver appreciates all three of them. His favorite, however, is acts of service. He’s a knight and had to spend most of his childhood learning how to be self-sufficient. To know that there is someone out there who can share some of his responsibilities lightens his heart. He’s a little confused when you give him gifts (it’s not often that he’s spoiled like this), but will accept them nonetheless. As for physical affection, he’s more than fine with it! He doesn’t often initiate, but won’t stop you if you reach for his hands or pull his face in for a kiss.

As for you, Silver is not always outspoken, but you can be assured that whatever he says will always be the truth. No matter how blunt his words, know that he means all of it and that he would never directly hurt you with words alone. Again, he’s not great with initiating physical affection, but if you inform him that you would like him to start, he’ll gladly do so. He’s not exactly as shy as you, but he’ll be very gentle, almost hesitant to touch you. After a while, he’ll become bolder and offer you physical affection whenever he sees you.

All in all, your relationship with Silver is pretty mellow, but filled with quiet affection and love between the both of you.

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AN INTRODUCTION TO SAALIHA FINKELSTEIN ✄

Positive traits: observant, clever, kind, romantic, sensible, honest, sympathetic, creative, curious

Negative traits: restless, clumsy, timid, unsure/self-doubting, lost, anxious, stubborn

INFJ * 25 * Human * 5’8 * Pharmacist * Ambidextrous

Little Details:

a lot of people tend to underestimate saaliha due to her kind, calm nature. don’t mistake those qualities for weakness. girl can do the damn thing!

doesn’t scare or panic easily. worrying is a different story though... BUT if you’ve got a huge spider in your apartment or something and need to call for reinforcements… call saaliha. she will probably make friends with it.

very loyal/reliable and values all her friendships with her WHOLE HEART. her friends are everything to her. the “found family” trope is real!

night owl. lovesssss nighttime walks.

HUGE tea girl. has a whole cabinet dedicated to it and loves mixing flavors together to make some delicious drinks.

often finds her old self battling with her new self. or rather the self her father forced her to be versus the self she’s bloomed into after running away. can lead to a bit of imposter syndrome when she gets too in her head/heart about it.

a sucker for love and romance. loves valentine’s day almost as much as halloween.

she’s a very eclectic girl in every aspect. style, knowledge, hobbies, interests, decor…

saaliha is definitely going through her young and free, rebellious, adventurer phase right now. there is so much she wants to try! so much she wants to learn about! so much she doesn’t want to miss out on! the only problem is that sometimes her timid side can get the best of her. especially if it's anything that results in a lot of attention on her.

v skilled with a mortar and pestle. saaliha makes a lot of her own herbal concoctions for daily routines. oh, you’re inquiring about how she keeps her hair so long, shiny and healthy? she’ll give you a bottle of the hair oil she makes herself!

can often be suckered into helping someone persistent/friendly enough with with just about anything. be kind not to take advantage of her :) or do.

Dive Deeper:

Saaliha is a deeply observant girl with a pretty good judge of character. She also tends to be very aware and in tune with her surroundings. Because of this, Saaliha finds herself with the spooky talent of occasionally feeling when something bad or good is about to happen. Her gut is her biggest ally, whether she decides to follow it or not.

In this new outside world far away from her father, Saaliha is able to explore and connect with her creative side for the first time. As a girl who grew up surrounded by patients and prescriptions, she never thought she’d be savvy in the arts… but there’s so much to do! She’s particularly grown fond of sewing and clothing design. To her surprise, they come quite naturally to her! The brunette makes a lot of her own clothes, and if you happen to catch her on Halloween, she’ll tremendously appreciate any kind words you have for her handmade costumes. Additionally, Saaliha has also developed quite the knack for drawing and poetry.

Every time Saaliha steals a glance at her scars she’s reminded of all the pain that stemmed from the accident of her first escape attempt. She battles with her own insecurities from the unnerving marks that decorate her skin, and frequently hides them from wandering eyes. When she traces them with her fingers, self-doubt creeps along her spine and she can practically hear the lingering whispers of her father calling her a “foolish, fragile girl.” Saaliha hopes that one day, she’ll look at her scars as a reminder of her bravery instead of failure.

Saaliha truly doesn’t know what to think about being a pharmacist. Sure, she’s always had a talent for medicine… but it was talent that was forced on her by her father. Sometimes she thinks herself a coward for staying in a profession she doesn’t fully enjoy… but there is so much that is still so new to her… plus she was resentfully good at it. Saaliha found fascinating moments in medicine every once in a while. Mostly so when it came to herbal medicine. That area was always her favorite.

Being stuck in the dreary, dull and mundane for nearly all her life, Saaliha finds solace in the weird and wonderful. She’s a friend to all misfits and enjoys places that might be overlooked or discarded. The world is full of such beauty— whether conventional or not. She never judges anything or anyone at face value and is very open to trying new things.

#intro post #might add to this in the future!

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 7 months

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Can I please have a one piece male match up?

Personality: I’m super chill until you mess with someone I care about or I feel overwhelmed. I’m a nerd when it comes to history (I’m a former history teacher), cultures and music. Although I’m not shy or have that much trouble making friends, I’m kind of a loner. To the point that I’ve moved to other countries by myself and often travel alone. I’m pretty adventurous and I’m an ENTP. I also try to stand up for what’s right and try to be understanding of those different from me. I’m pretty chill on the outside despite me having anxiety and I’m generally friendly to everyone which can get me in trouble sometimes when it’s looked at as flirting. I can be really impatient and easily bored when it comes to romance. I’m usually the friend that throws parties or plans trips or hang outs. I’m pretty independent too. I can talk to anyone but I have to recharge and sometimes that can take hours or days of me being alone.

Appearance: I’m a 28 year old black woman with locs where half are dyed purple. I sort of have a whimsigoth style but I also can look like a rockstar. I’ve been compared to a fairy as far as my features go since I have high cheekbones, look young for my age, feminine with sharpish features and expressive eyes. I have a really smirky smile as well. I’m also genderfluid and can dress pretty androgynous at times. I also have tattoos and a nose ring.

Interests: I love listening to music, I play bass guitar, love traveling and experiencing other cultures. I also like being in nature, roller skating and crocheting. Depending on the vibe and who I’m with I can be both a partier and a homebody.

Quirks: I’m clumsy, sometimes stutters when my thoughts are too fast and my mouth can’t keep up, I can’t hear all that well either cos of the concerts I’ve been to and loud music I listen to

Thank you!

Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I am currently up to episode 151 of One Piece so keep that in mind while reading. I hope you like your matchup!

In One Piece, I match you with...

Okay, before we get into the headcanons, I would like to say that I haven’t met Law yet in my viewing of One Piece. However, I’ve seen clips of him, as well as read a lot of fanfics with him in them so I think I’ve got a decent handle on his character. If there’s anything that seems out of character, please feel free to let me know.

Law greatly values your chill vibes. Between the Heart pirates and the Strawhats, he has a lot of chaotic people to deal with on a daily basis. You’re a nice change of pace.

Since you’re both loners, you can find company in each other’s presence. There doesn’t have to be any conversation between you, just having someone else present is nice for you both.

Law enjoys listening to you play music. He’s never been a big music listener but he likes the songs you play.

Since noise would likely travel easily in the Polar Tang, you can be practising anywhere and Law will be able to listen to you. He likes these moments since it’s a subtle reminder that you’re still there, even if you’re not with him.

You don’t travel the world without learning a lot about history and different cultures so if you want to know anything about the different islands of the Grand Line, just ask Law.

He’ll happily set aside some time and go over whatever you want to know (just don’t interrupt him while he’s studying or practising medical skills).

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #one piece #trafalgar law

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toxophilitis · 2 years

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No Virgin Schoolteacher cont

CHAPTER SEVEN

At lunchtime the next day, Warren was waiting for Jamie as she came out of her classroom. He grabbed her arm and hustled her towards the stairs.

"I found the perfect meeting place," he said. "The basement storeroom."

There was a big room down there that held all kinds of supplies, and Warren had managed to get a key. When he locked the door behind them, Jamie felt pretty secure. There was just one problem. She couldn't see any place to lie down.

And neither could Warren. The room was crowded with tall shelves, and the aisles between them were narrow. The floor was hard cement. Warren's face fell as he surveyed what was supposed to be the romantic scene of Jamie's seduction.

"Darn," he sighed, "I think I fucked up."

"We could still go to your classroom," Jamie suggested.

"Too risky," he said. "We found that out yesterday, when Ed almost caught us. Besides, we're wasting time. Let's get down to business."

"But Warren, what can we do here?" Jamie asked.

"Quite a bit," he said, grinning. "Oh, we may not be able to go all the way, but we can get on with your lessons."

Jamie felt deeply disappointed. She'd been so sure that she'd lose her cherry today. But as Warren drew her into his arms and kissed her, she momentarily forgot her disappointment. He slid his tongue deep into her mouth and probed around.

"Mmmmmmm!" she sighed.

Her body melted against his. She wanted this man so badly, she just couldn't control herself. She wriggled her tongue over his, and she wantonly ground her mound against his cock. Warren gave a snort of arousal, drew back, and looked at her.

"Easy," he said. "We've got almost an hour. You said you didn't want to rush."

"That's right," Jamie said. "But gosh, Warren, I'm beginning to wonder if you really want to seduce me."

He groaned.

"Oh, baby, I want it more than anything," he said, "but the setting has to be just right. I want it to be perfect for you."

Jamie nodded in agreement. He was right, of course. She didn't want to lose her virginity on some cold concrete floor. But she was getting very impatient. If Warren hadn't had a date every night that week, they could have spent an evening together in bed. Then things would have been just right.

He saw her disappointment, and he tried to make her forget it, giving her long steamy tongue-kisses that made her knees turn to rubber. She felt her tits swelling and poking against his chest, and her famished cunt leaked hot floods of juice.

Warren backed her up against a shelf and unbuttoned her dress. He quickly unhooked her bra and pushed it up out of the way. Then he leaned down and started squeezing and sucking her tits. Jamie leaned back and gurgled with lust.

"Ohhhh, God, that gets me so hot!" she moaned.

Warren was pretty aroused himself. The fly of his pants was tented sharply, and he was breathing hard as he sucked her nipples into stiffness. Jamie almost wished he didn't have so much self-control. She wanted to get on to some heavy-duty love-making.

"What are you going to teach me today?" she asked breathlessly.

Warren raised his head and leered at her.

"Something you'll really like," he said. "I'm gonna teach you all about giving head."

Jamie was really excited by that announcement. She recalled how Phil had taught Erin all about oral sex, and how the young bride had gone wild with pleasure. She could hardly wait for her lessons. She reached down and stroked Warren's hard throbbing prick through his clothes.

"I'm ready," she grinned.

"Good," he grinned back. "And since you're so eager, I'll let you start."

He unzipped his pants and let them drop. He pushed his shorts after them. Jamie stared hungrily at his massive cock. It was steel-hard and drooling, ready for action. Warren backed up against a shelf, placed his hands on Jamie's a shoulders, and eased her to her knees.

"Lick my cock, Jamie," he said hoarsely.

"Warren, I've never done this before!" she panted. "So excuse me if I'm clumsy!"

"You'll learn," he said.

She knelt at eye level with his stiffly wagging prick. She studied the thick blue-veined shaft and engorged purple head. She watched thick gobs of cream ooze from his pins hole. She tried to remember everything Phil had taught Erin about licking and sucking cock. She took a deep breath and went into action.

Fisting the thick hairy base of Warren's big cock, she slowed its lusty wagging. She leaned forward and stuck out her cute pink tongue. Gingerly she touched it to one of the big globs of cream that bubbled from the cleft of his cock.

"Mmmmmm, uuununmmm!" she gurgled.

"That's it, baby, go for it!" he growled.

Jamie didn't need any more urging. Right away she knew she was going to love the taste of cock cream. It had a special salty flavor that made her greedy for more. She began lapping the juice up as fast as she could, rolling it around in her mouth and savoring it.

As she gobbled his cream, Warren leaned shakily against the shelf and watched her, breathing raggedly. It must have been quite an enticing sight for him. Miss Jamie Johnson, the frigid spinster, was on her knees, lashing his cock head with her greedy tongue and moaning hungrily as she gobbled his juice.

Obviously she wasn't as frigid as he'd thought. Warren loved watching the pretty prude turn into a cock-hungry slut. His cock gave lusty bucks as she tongued it, and he fed her a steady supply of thick salty cream. His lust-glazed eyes were glued to her whipping tongue.

"How am I doing?" she panted.

"Terrific!" Warren rasped. "You've got a natural instinct for it!"

Jamie was glad to hear that he was pleased. Warren had been around, and he'd had the best. He'd gone with many sophisticated, experienced women, but he seemed to be more turned on by the little red-haired, virgin schoolteacher as she learned to give him head.

"That's great, baby!" he growled. "Now I want you to take it in your mouth and suck it!"

Jamie was eager for that experience. She kept a good grip on the thick base of his cock and started feeding the rest into her hot steamy mouth. She found that she couldn't take all of it. She would have choked on it. But she got most of his throbbing prick inside.

"Yeah, keep going!" Warren groaned.

His prick was pulsating wildly as she firmed her cheeks around it and started sucking. She found that if she sucked strongly, she could draw the delicious cream right out of his piss hole. She went for it, hungry for all the hot juice she could get.

"Mmmmmm, uuummmmm!" she moaned. "Christ, honey, that's good!" Warren rasped. "Just keep doing that and I'll come like crazy!"

Jamie was thrilled by the idea of getting him off and gulping his load. She wanted to show this handsome bachelor that she could be just as exciting a lover as all the experienced women he'd dated. She sucked strongly and loudly on his bucking, drooling cock.

"Ahhhhh, Jesus, great!" he groaned.

Jamie glanced up at him and saw that his face was contorted into a lusty grimace. He was flushed all over and breathing hard. He was impressed, all right. She went on greedily sucking up his cream while he groaned and writhed.

"Get ready!" he panted. "I'm gonna blast your mouth full of come!"

"Mmmmmmm!" Jamie moaned eagerly.

He started fucking her mouth. That was the only way she could describe it. He jerked his cock over her slippery tongue in short quick jabs. He was still the gentleman, careful not to choke her, but she had the feeling he wanted to let himself go and fuck right down her throat. "Unnnnnhhh, Christ!" he groaned.

He stiffened for a second, gave a deep moan, and then fucked even faster over her slick hot tongue. She felt the first sting of jizz at the back of her throat, and then her mouth was boiling with the stuff, her cheeks ballooning.

"Awwwww, eat it, awwwww!" he bawled. "Unnnnhhh, uuunmmmm!" Jamie moaned. She savored her first mouthful of jism as Warren pumped floods of it. She let her cheeks swell till she thought they'd burst. Then she gulped down the whole searing load, and he slumped back against the shelf, his drained prick slipping from her lips.

"Fuckin' fantastic," he panted.

Jamie licked her lips to get all of his come. She felt pretty proud of herself. It had been her very first blow-job and she'd gotten this handsome hunk off like crazy. It took Warren a few minutes to catch his breath. Then he drew Jamie to her feet and leaned her against the shelf.

"That was terrific, baby!" he grinned. "Now I'm gonna get you off."

Jamie could hardly wait. Warren knelt before her and tucked up her skirt. He slipped off her panties and pantyhose. She was fully exposed from the waist down, but she wasn't blushing this time. She was too ragingly horny to feel shy. She felt Warren folding back the copper-furred lips of her bush.

Then his hot moist breath was fanning her slit, and that drove her crazy. She shivered with need, and thick floods of cream ran from her hungry cunt and down her thighs. Warren nosed between her legs, and she felt the most delicious sensation of her life.

"Ooooooh, God, ooooooh!" she wailed.

Dizzily she glanced down and saw his big red tongue lashing her pussy. Of course he did it expertly, stimulating every steamy fold and cranny. He didn't miss an inch of her fever-hot slit. Jamie spread her legs even wider and leaned back against the shelf whimpering with ecstasy.

"Ohhhhh, God, Warren, that's the best thing I ever felt!" she moaned.

Warren didn't answer because he was too busy. He coated every inch of her seething pussy with his hot spit. Then he moved upward to tongue her clit. He used the pointed tip of his tongue to rim the little button very fast. Jamie squealed with pleasure.

"Yes, yesssss!" she cried. "Lick me right there, honey, I love it!"

Electric shocks of pleasure ripped through her pussy as Warren swiftly rimmed her clit. The little nub swelled into its own tiny hard-on, and molten cream ran down her legs. She just couldn't stop that heavy horny juicing. She felt insanely aroused.

But it got even better. Warren rimmed her clit with his hot tongue tip till the little button had swelled to its fullest. It was highly sensitive now. He jammed his mouth onto it and began sucking Jamie off.

"Ohhhhhh, shit, ohhhhhh!" she wailed.

It was the first time anybody had heard Miss Johnson use a naughty word. She couldn't help it. She was out of her mind with pleasure. Warren's wet sucking noises filled the room, punctuated by her shrill cries. She felt herself hurtling helplessly towards orgasm.

"Shit, yessss, suck meeee!" she sobbed.

She closed her eyes and forgot everything but her steady flight toward orgasm. Warren sucked fast and hard on her most sensitive organ, and the pleasure built till she felt ready to explode with it. The man was a Goddamned genius with his mouth and tongue.

"Ohhhh, Warren, you're doing it to meeee!" Jamie sobbed. "I'm comingggg, ohhhhhhh, whaahhhhhhh!"

She came so hard that her knees buckled and she collapsed over Warren's shoulder. He held her up and sucked her till he'd drained every last drop of sensation from her squirting clit. Jamie managed to stand upright again, then almost doubled over with pleasure as he suddenly crammed his whole tongue up her twat.

"Unnnnhhhh, fuck, yessss!" she gasped.

She grasped the shelf and held on tight, her knees rubbery with pleasure. Warren gave her a fantastic tongue-fucking, plowing his thick wet tongue hard and fast in her dripping cunt. It was even better than being sucked off, if that was possible.

Jamie wailed and moaned and gurgled. Her brain was fried at that moment, and she couldn't think of anything but the hot pleasure shooting through her body as Warren's expert tongue reamed her cunt. How could she possibly go back to masturbating after this?

She squeezed her eyes shut and felt a powerful climax building deep in her cunt. It burst a few seconds later, ripping through her body and making her convulse and scream. She had to hang onto the shelf hard or she would have fallen over. She drenched Warren's face with sizzling blasts of come-cream.

"Unnnnhhhh, shit, fuck, whaaahhhhh!" she wailed.

Warren went right on tongue-fucking her, all the way through her climax, and she nearly blacked out with the hot pleasure. She'd never come so hard before. Now she was sure she couldn't do without a man. Warren had spoiled her for that.

As she stood shaking with the aftershocks of her climax, he suddenly gasped and jumped to his feet. He was pointing to his watch.

"Jesus, we forgot all about the time," he said. "If we don't hurry, we're gonna be late for class."

Jamie didn't even get a chance to thank him.

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chouxtranslations · 10 months

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Shizun - Story arcs summary (SPOILERS!!)

I’m taking a break from translating for a while. So I thought I’d post a summary of the story and some of the lines that I really liked.

ch 1 - Prologue.

Mo Changkong is imprisoned for 10,000 years for his crimes and leaves to find his Shizun.

Ch 2-7 - Intro.

Mo Changkong rescues Lu Yunzhen from death and moves in with him. They dispel their first spirit.

Ch 8-14 - Skin painting demon arc.

Jin Yunu sleeps with Long Jingtian, who then hires our main duo to exorcise him. Hijinks ensue and Jin Yunu ends up moving in with our protagonists as a housekeeper/house pet.

Ch 15 - 22

He Mengmeng hires our protagonists for an exorcism. Our gang deals with an incel programmer and settles into their role. Once again our protagonists impress other people involved with their abilities, this time with some Buddhist monks who were also trying to exorcise the ghost.

Ch 24 - 32

Third shidi is here! Our beloved fox idol Hu Sui has arrived to take care of his Shizun and we get a lot of funny hijinks.

Ch 33 - 46

Lesbian bee arc! Lu Yunzhen’s friend Ming Jie gets lured by an online idol who happens to be a bee goddess who’s just trying to make a good world for her followers. Unfortunately for her, she is very, very dumb. Fortunately for her her best friend An doesn’t mind at all and they have an absolutely lovely backstory.

She wanted to be the strongest queen by An’s side.

Ch 46 - 66

Flashback arc. Hu Sui sets up an elaborate scheme to trick Mo Changkong into revealing what happened in the past. Hu Sui berates Mo Changkong for keeping it all to himself, reveals that both shidis still consider him family and have been trying to help him for 10,000 years.

“A-Sui, let’s go home”

Hu Sui leaned on his shoulders and remembered about the past in a daze. His vision was blurry and his heart felt shaken. He didn’t know what to say.

The mountain path was dark, the steps were steady.

The stars filled the sky and the milky way showed their path...

Mo Changkong quietly said, “A-Sui, I’m sorry.”

The most proud of demons said the most clumsy of spologies.

Hu Sui’s eyes suddenly filled with tears again. He rubbed into his da shixiong’s back, until his stupid shixion’s clothes were dirty...

The ten thousand years of pain and anguish aren’t important anymore.

Wujian peak isn’t a home if a single one of them was missing.

He’s going to go home.

Ch 67 - 74

Second shidi is here! The steadfast crown prince He Jinnan was an old man in a young body since he was a kid. There there, grandpa, it’ll all be alright. He reveals that there must have been a greater conspiracy in the past and apologizes for not helping enough back then.

“Shizun was right, your nature isn’t bad.” He Jinnian sighed quietly and smiled wryly. “Even thought you always acted mean and said you hated me and A-Sui, you still designed cultivation arrays that are good for mortals, helped me go through the sword forms, and you always noticed where A-Sui went and helped him come home when he got lost...”

Mo Changkong denied it subconsciously, “No, Shizun made me do it.”

Shizun always talked about friendship and companionship. Shizun always told him to take care of his shidi. He was worried that Jinnian would be too useless and be an embarrassment to the sect, he was worried that A-Sui would get into trouble and make Shizun sad. That’s why he did it begrudgingly.

“Da shixiong, when you were at your most despairing, you came to us for help, but we didn’t realize...” He Jinnian lowered his head in shame. “You’re an never before seen talent, with a natural born sword heart. Everything was easy for you. But I’m just a talentless trash. No matter how much I trained I couldn’t learn Shizun’s sword forms. That’s why I was envious of you, I hated you. That’s why, when you described your troubles, I didn’t have patience, I didn’t listen, and I didn’t realize what was wrong...”

Mo Changkong was bad at communication, especially around this subject. He thought they were speaking of someone else and casually responded without even listening to the whole thing. “That kind of trash should die.”

That might have been the last straw for da shixiong. There was no one else he could turn to for help and fell into hell until he became insane.

Mo Changkong denied it again, “I didn’t.”

He knows that he was wrong, he knows that he should have died. But he couldn’t bear to leave Shizun. He really did know, but he couldn’t leave, and he didn’t know what to do.

He Jinnian quietly replied, “You weren’t wrong, you were just ill.”

Mo Changkong looked at him in confusion.

“I’m sorry, we discovered it too late. In A-Sui’s message it proved that Shizun was right.” He Jinnian reached out his hand, grasped his struggling shixiong, and held him tightly. This was a hug that was late by 10,000 years. This was an apology that was buried in his heart for 10,000 years. “You’re very ill. Please don’t be afraid, please don’t be worried, don’t take it all on yourself, let us help you, please?”

This is his most stubborn feelings.

Mo Changkong wasn’t used to being treated this way. He stood still, then tried to reach out his hand and pat his shidi on the shoulder. After a long time, he remembered the phrase that Shizun had taught him.

“Thank you.”

Ch 75 - 93

The transmigration arc+honeymoon arc! Another one of Lu Yunzhen’s friends is in trouble and they have to transmigrate into a fictional world to help.

We have a confession!

“I’m not gay, I don’t have any feelings towards other men.” Lu Yunzhen was still stubbornly holding onto his pride as a straight man. “Changkong is a sword spirit, he doesn’t have a biological gender. When he woke up, he thought he was a man so he’s a man. ... Honestly, I like him regardless of what gender he would have been.”

Ch 94 - 108

Super cute dating arc. Now that they’re official everyone is being nosy about it :3 Old friends keep showing up and it’s hilarious.

“Am I the only person in the world who’s ever come out of the closet?! Is this some kind of strange thing?” He asked He Jinnian desperately, “How did the news get about so fast?”

Ch 109 -114

Cat arc. Shizun is a cat. Cat zun.

That is all.

Ch 115 - 133

The setup for the final battle, we finally learn about the villain and the deaths that originally led to Mo Changkong’s imprisonment.

Ch 134

The truth is revealed. Mo Changkong used to be Yunzhen’s sword, as a sword cultivator he was absolutely obsessed with it. But, he had lost the sword while saving some people and became absolutely dejected. When he finally found Mo Changkong, he had been corrupted into a demon and gained sentience but no longer had any memories of his life before. Desperate, Yunzhen declared himself Changkong’s Shizun and took him in. He always felt like it was his fault that Mo Changkong couldn’t be the most perfect sword he was meant to be and that the corruption was his fault. He decides that he would do whatever it took to make sure Mo Changkong cultivates into a sword god to fully cleanse himself of demonic influences.

What he doesn’t know is that Mo Changkong had only ever wanted to be his sword and didn’t want godhood at all. Now, Mo Changkong is still a demon, and Lu Yunzhen is too weakened to wield him again, it’s all too late, but they still have each other.

Ch 135 - 142

Finale!

They finally confront the villain who had been setting them up this whole time and uncover the petty grudge that had been going for over 10,000 years.

Lu Yunzhen has long since decided that since he lost Mo Changkong last time trying to protect innocents, neither of them were going to make that mistake again.

“Changkong, I love this world.”

“Changkong, I love you.”

They overcome the final hurdle and earn their happily ever after!

The end

What’s missing from this summary: our protagonists being absolutely besotted with each other. The most embarrassing of flirting. Lu Yunzhen being obsessed with his sword and carving brands into it over and over agian, not knowing Mo Changkong will do the same to him later down the line. Lu Yunzhen being that one danmei protagonist who has loads of friends and their wonderful chemistry together. Etc etc etc. Man I love this story!

#shizun

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