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hot-bumblebees · 2 years

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Who said friends couldn’t help?

Dom G/n reader x subby Rengoku Kyojuro

Content includes: use of ‘good boy’, grinding/humping, hand job, crying, nipples being played with, hickeys, teasing, hair pulling, nsfw obviously. I think that’s it.

Was proof read. But there might still be mistakes. if you see anything tell me.

Shitty summary: when your friend is horny so you help them.

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Master Kagaya sent me and Kyojuro on a mission two days ago and now we were heading back home. It was quite a distance from both of our estate. We’ve walked around for nine hours already with short breaks in between.

Kyojuro seemed to be in discomfort most of the time. The way he walked to the way he sat looked uncomfortable. Even though I’ve asked him multiple times if he was okay, I still received the same reply of ‘I’m ok. Don’t worry Y/n’. I didn’t believe him at all but I let it drop.

The sun was starting to set now and Kyojuro looked amazing in the warm rays of the sun. His hair was shimmering gold in the sun and his skin glowed brightly. I kept myself from gazing at him for to long, not wanting to be caught. I’ve always found him attractive, nearly thirsting over him like most people I’ve talked to. I glanced to the side to look at him again. I started from his legs and went up from there. When I got up to his upper body I noticed that his cape was wrapped around him. It was warm out, to warm to wrap extra cloths around yourself. It was even more questionable since he got hot easily. I wonder if he’s not feeling good. Maybe he has a cold? I look up to his face, seeing his cheeks red with sweat shimmering on his face and his eyes dazed out. I decided that maybe I should ask him if he needs a break.

“Kyo? Do you need a break? You look like you have malaria.” I asked him, putting my hand on his shoulder. He looked at my hand with a bit of shock in his eyes. How weird, I normally did this so what’s the problem.

“No. It’s ok we can keep going. Just hot.” He replied a little panicked for some reason. His voice was a little quieter then usual, a little calmer then usual.

“Ok well I want a break. And there’s a perfect tree” I pointed at the fat tree in the distance.” To rest our backs on.” I finish my sentence. I don’t wait for his response and grabbed his left hand to pull him to the tree all the way across the field of grass and flowers.

“Sit down.” I pat the grass He complied and sat down, crossing his legs.” You should take you cape off if your hot.” I suggested as I sat down beside him. I tug on the fabric wanting it off.

“No it’s ok!” His loud voice sounded stressed. He pulled his cap tighter around him.

I reach my hand up to feel his face and it was boiling. It felt like I touched sand on a hot summer day.

“Come on Kyojuro. Your face feels like hell fire. You’re gonna get a heat stroke.” I aggressively state.

“No I’m ok! I promise!” He insisted, putting his hands up in defence.

“Rengoku. Take it of you are going to get a heat stroke.” I tell him irritably. I’m getting tiered of his stubbornness.” Why don’t you you take it off?”

“I… I just don’t feel like it.” He nervously expressed.

I rolled my eyes deciding to drop the subject. He obviously won’t listen even if I tell him he’ll get a heat stroke.

We both went quiet. Which was quite a change since the both of us usually have a conversation going.

I looked around. There where nice trees around us that are crows were playing in. The vegetation looked healthy and happy, must be because it rained a few days ago. I found myself looking at my friend again. His legs crossed, cape pulled around himself and face flushed.

That’s when it hit me. Kyojuro is horny and he’s hard. That’s why he’s been acting weird.

I smile and laugh. How funny.

Kyojuro looks at me strangely.” What are you laughing about?” He questioned.

I put my hand on his knee to tease him and he tensed up.” Oh Kyojuro. Your so funny!” I laugh.” If you needed a break to be alone you could of just said that.”

He looked mortified and decided to play dumb.” What are you talking about Y/n?”

“Oh Kyojuro don’t play dumb I think you know.” I tease. I move my hand further up his leg. His red and yellow eyes grow wide.” Why don’t you let me help you? Hm Kyojuro?” I look into his yellow eyes.

He had hesitant look in his eye.” We can’t we’re friends. We don’t like each other romantically. What if other people found out? We’d be looked down upon.” He was concerned for the both of us. He did want to proceed. But it was so informal.

I laugh and look at him stupidly.” Ok? And?” He looks dumb struck.” Who said friends can’t help? People go to see prostituts all the time. At least we know each other.” I speak to him logically. I don’t get why seeing a stranger to get your dick sucked is like casual Tuesday night thing, but when you want to fuck your friend everyone loses their mind. It doesn’t make sense.

I rubbed his leg as I waited for a response.

He sighed and unwrapped his cape.

I smile.” Come sit on my lap.” I pat my lap. He looks at me with a questioning look.” It’s ok I won’t break.” I reassured him. He obeyed and sat with my legs in between his. Once he was situated on my legs he looked down to avoid eye contact. He was acting so out of character. It was quite nice to see. His confidence and pride had diminished and all was left of him was a shy and humiliated Kyojuro. If that didn’t turn me on I don’t know what did.

I unbuckled his white belt and took his sword, placing it beside us, I then unbuttoned his uniform and took it off his body putting it with the sword. His body is so well maintained. Especially his chest.

I reach up to rub his pink nipples. I press down on the both of them. A shocked sigh left his lips. I twist them between my fingers. He whined lightly. He put his big hands on my shoulder for leverage.

“I knew you would like that.” I giggle and continue to play with his sensitive chest. He moaned this time when I pinched his nipples harder.

“How?“ He started grinding down onto my legs.

“When we went to the entertainment district that one time people were constantly touching your chest and you were so red in the face and then you had to excuse yourself.” I kiss his chest quickly.” And you would always tense up when I would touch it. Then you would ‘go to the bathroom’.” I explained. I look up into his red and yellow eyes and smile.” Now that I think about it you went to jerk off huh.” My arm moved to his back so I could grab his red and yellow hair and pull on it lightly.” You went to the bathroom to play with yourself hm? Are you that sensitive?” I ask him teasingly as I pull his head back by his hair. I give myself better access to his neck so that I can suck on the skin.

“Yes! I went to jerk off… I’m sorry! Should of asked for help!” He cried out. I let go of his nipples and grab on to his hips. I move him faster on my lap.

I take my mouth off his neck and lick the hickey I left and ran my finger over it. I massage his hip.” It’s such a shame you didn’t ask earlier. We could have had fun all this time.” I suck the other side of his neck. My dominant hand undid his zipper and rubbed small circles on the tip of his dick through the fabric. He made small whimpers.

“Please g- ahh! Go faster!” He moaned out desperately. I followed his wishes and moved him faster on my legs and increased the small rubs on his dick. I let go of his neck and went for a nipple.” Hmm! Ya just like that!” His head flew back. I moved my self to his other nipple. His head swung back forward. His fucked out eyes made contact with mine, but it didn’t last long since I lightly bit down on his sensitive nipple making his eyes roll back into his head. ” Ahh! Going-“ He lightly humped my hand and leg.” Going to cum! Oh my god! Please Y/n!” He begged. But I stopped everything. I held his hips still so he couldn’t hump or grind. His head shot forward. He looked panicked.” Why’d you stop! Your so mean!” He cried.

“Oh I know Kyojuro.” I laughed at him.

“Please Y/n! Let me cum! I’ll be a good boy! Your good boy!” He whined. That’s all it took for me to pull his dick out of his underwear. I started stroking his cock. It was wet due to the pre cum that had been leaking for what I assume to be a long time. He leaned forward. Resting his head in the crook of my neck.

“I know you’ll be good or else I wouldn’t let you cum.” I speed my hand up. My other hand reaches for his hip. I move him so that he’s rubbing back and forth along my legs.” Good job Kyo. Doing so good for me.” I praise. I hear him sniffling in my neck. He must be crying.” Are you crying?”

“Ya. Just feels s- ahh so good!” His wobbly voice cries. I directed my attention to his tip, rubbing circles on it the best I can for the position we’re in. The motion makes him collapse on to me. He grinds himself onto my legs harder.” So good to me Y/n!”

I could tell that was close to cumming by the way he was panting like a dog and how his hips were losing control. I let go of his hips so I can grab his long hair. I grabbed a hand full and pulled his head back gently, not enough to hurt him. I pull his head back enough for me to see his face. His cheeks were pink, his eyes looked like they weren’t capable of working any more, his yellow hair with red tips a mess and his mouth was held agape.

“Are you going to cum for me?” I ask teasingly.

“Ya! Uhh going to mmh cum!” He gripped on to my shoulders like his life depended on it. He finished with a broken moan. His hot cum splattered all over my uniform and some dripped down his base.

Post nut clarity must of hit him hard because he looked mortified.

“I’m sorry for your uniform Y/n!” He apologized.” I’ve made a mess and we still got far to walk!” It was now dark now and dangerous since demons were out, but it shouldn’t be a problem.

I laugh.” My estate is like two hours away. Not even. I could walk into a volcano and you would probably follow me.” I joke and shake my head.” We may as well get going so that we can get you cleaned up.” He grabs his stuff and puts it back on himself. I get up and take the first layer of my uniform off.

“What about you? Don’t you want to get something out of this?” He asks confused.

I smile.” No it’s ok. I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.” I reassured him. Once we’re done putting are selves together I grabbed his hand and started to walk in the direction of my estate.

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Hope you guys enjoyed it.

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megaeralwrites · 1 year

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5 Things I Learned While Querying + Helpful Resources

Writing and publishing a novel has been a lifelong ambition for me. I achieved the first half of that dream when I wrote my first novel at age 9 or 10. It was called The Pharaoh’s Ghost, which is, well, extremely on-brand for me. Although I’ve worked on many other writing projects over the years, I didn’t make a serious effort to get a book published until 2022. My debut novel will be coming out next year, shortly after my 40th birthday. It only took me 30 years to get there!

I hit the querying trenches in the summer of 2022 with little sense of how it all worked. By February 2023, I had signed a contract with CamCat Books. The whole process was an exhausting emotional thrill ride and one of the most interesting learning experiences of my life.

I’m by no means a grizzled veteran of the querying and publication process at this point, but as someone fresh from the trenches, I have a pretty good sense of what it looks like right now. I thought it might be helpful to other writers starting their own querying journeys—or coming back after a long hiatus—if I discussed a few of the things I learned along the way.

If you’d rather skip my rambling and get straight to the helpful resources, scroll down to the end of the post. Every link I’ve listed there played an immensely valuable role in the querying process for me.

It helps to go in with a game plan.

Querying a manuscript for the first time feels nebulous and scary. One thing I’ve seen a lot of my fellow authors grappling with is the question of how long to keep at it before shelving a project. How many agents should you query before you set it aside and move on to the next book—or go to Plan B (which, for many authors, is self-pub)?

The truth is, there’s no one-size-fits-all answer to this question. It depends on your personal goals, the nature of the book you’re trying to publish, and your stomach for dealing with the querying grind, which takes a lot of time and emotional energy. But one of the best decisions I made for the sake of my mental health during this process was setting those limits for myself ahead of time.

I read an article that advised querying 80 agents before giving up on finding representation for a project. I’ve also seen similar pieces recommending other numbers, like 100 or 150. Those are arbitrary numbers, of course. Some (incredibly lucky!) writers get picked up after querying fewer than a dozen agents, and others query hundreds before getting their “yes”. But I liked 80—it felt attainable, realistic, and not completely overwhelming.

(By the way, no matter how many agents you decide to query, you’ll want to make a spreadsheet. There are a lot of moving parts to keep track of when you’re querying multiple agents. I had a big spreadsheet o’ agents and publishers that I made in Excel that helped me stay on top of things like who I’d already queried and who I still planned to query, expected response times, whether I’d heard back from an agent yet, whether I had already queried someone else at the same agency, etc. There’s no way I could have managed it all without the spreadsheet.)

I also came up with a backup plan. Two of them, actually—for me, plan B was to submit my book directly to presses that take unagented manuscripts. Plan C was to self-publish. Having these other options in place was incredibly comforting as I waded around in the querying trenches. I knew that one way or another, my story would find a home. Ultimately, no matter what happened, I was in control of its final destiny.

I didn’t get all the way through Plan A before my path took an unexpected and delightful turn. I had queried 70-some agents and gotten a few bites (but no offers yet) when I joined an indie press’s Twitter pitching event on the spur of the moment. One of the editors liked my pitch, so I submitted my MS to them. A couple months later, I had a book deal. Which brings me to my next point:

2. Getting an agent and self-publishing aren’t the only paths to publication.

If you’re gearing up to try and get a book traditionally published, brace yourself. You’re going to be buried under an avalanche of well-meaning friends, relatives, and total strangers advising you to self-publish.

Self-pub is a completely viable and valid path to publication, and some authors are mind-bogglingly successful at it. I have nothing but admiration for those who can pull it off, and as I mentioned above, it was on my list of options if other avenues didn’t work out for me. I wanted to try the trad approach first, though. I may be a personage of many talents, but I have the business acumen of a sea sponge. I went into this venture knowing that I would benefit greatly from the support and guidance of a professional team that knows the ins and outs of bringing a newborn book into the world.

But for those who are struggling to connect with an agent, there is an alternative that doesn’t get talked about nearly enough—submitting directly to presses that take unagented manuscripts. These are not typically Big Five publishers. They may refer to themselves as indie presses or small presses, but they publish on the traditional model. This means that they take care of the costs and logistics of designing, printing, and distributing your book. They also pay their authors (in the form of royalties, advances, or both).

This is the path I ended up taking, and I couldn’t be happier. The publication process is personalized and collaborative in a way that, from my understanding, you aren’t likely to get with one of the Big Five. I'll still need to do a lot of my own marketing, but that's increasingly true of authors working with major publishing houses as well.

All that said, be careful. Do your research before signing with any press (or agent, for that matter). Read up on them on forums like Absolute Write and check if they have a Writer Beware entry. Talk to other authors who have worked with them, if possible. And if a publisher asks you for money, either run away or go in fully informed about what you are dealing with—i.e., not a traditional publisher, but a hybrid, assisted, or vanity press. Also keep in mind that even established trad publishers sometimes engage in unsavory business practices (or they might just not be the best fit for you, personally, for whatever reason), so dig a little deeper even if you’re pretty sure you’re dealing with an outfit that’s legit.

(Incidentally, one of the big green flags for me with CamCat was that the publisher, Sue, advised me right up front to get my contract reviewed by the legal team at The Authors Guild before I signed it. This is excellent advice for any writer, whether you’re signing with an agent or a publisher. The Authors Guild gives free legal advice and support to all dues-paying members, so your only investment is the price of membership—we’re talking about $100-ish per year, depending on your membership level—which is much, much more affordable than hiring a lawyer.)

For more information about the possible paths to publication and the pros and cons of each, check out this helpful breakdown from Jane Friedman.

3. The waiting is the worst part (or it was for me, anyway).

Querying a book takes forever. There is so. Much. Waiting. Most agents are overwhelmed. Some of them take months or even years to get back to querying authors . . . that is, if they respond to you at all. For me, the waiting was harder than the actual rejections. At least a quick rejection brings closure! You know you can move on and stop worrying about it.

Waiting to hear back after you’ve gotten a request for additional pages or a full manuscript is even harder. Once you get a request, you have a tantalizing sliver of hope to hold onto, but a request is no guarantee you’ll get an offer of rep. So you spend the next several weeks (or months) on tenterhooks, just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

And if you do get an offer, then you get to hurry up and wait some more. Authors who manage to land an agent and crawl out of the hell that is querying are then plunged into the purgatory of being “on sub.” Your agent must shop your book around to different potential publishers, another process that can take months or years.

Since I skipped the agent bit, I was lucky enough to be spared some of that additional waiting. But even after you sign with a publisher, there’s still a lot of waiting involved in the process of preparing a book for publication. The time from signing the contract to release is typically about 12-18 months. At this point it’s happy waiting, of course. There’s light at the end of the tunnel! Really exciting things are happening during the waiting! Still, if you’re an anxious or impatient sort of person, just . . . be prepared. It’s a looooong process.

4. The Twitter writing community is incredibly helpful.

Twitter is a wretched hive of scum and villainy, we all know this. It’s always had these tendencies, and the recent Muskening has only made them worse. If you want to use it for, well, anything, it’s important to curate your experience carefully. Be judicious about the accounts you follow. Be prepared to block liberally. I’ve found it helpful to use my writing Twitter strictly for writing stuff. Honing in with a laser focus will help you avoid the soul-deadening morass of literal Nazis, flat-Earthers, and Bitcoin bros.

Despite all those caveats, the Twitter writing community is full of kind, helpful, brilliant, and creative people. Dive into tags like #WritingCommunity, #amquerying, and #MSWL to connect with both authors in the trenches and agents/editors who are open to queries. You’ll find people who are happy to discuss writing, commiserate about the woes of querying or being on sub, help you come up with comps or fine-tune your pitches and query letters, and trade advice in DMs about which agents and presses are good to work with and which ones to avoid. It’s a great place to look for beta readers and critique partners.

You’ll also see agents, publishers/editors, and writers behaving badly, which can be alarming and discouraging. But that stuff is helpful in its own way. You’ll get a sense of the major pitfalls to watch out for and how to keep yourself safe.

One of the most useful things, for me, has been participating in Twitter pitching events. As the name suggests, these are events where you post pitches for books you are querying—sometimes accompanied by moodboards or other visuals, sometimes not—and industry people will like pitches they are interested in. A like from an agent or a publisher is an invitation to query them. Sometimes industry folks who are otherwise closed for submissions will consider queries based on pitch event likes. This tweet contains a list of upcoming pitching events (although it is not exhaustive).

Some pitching events, like #moodpitch, have several days of bonus activities leading up to the main event. This can be a fantastic opportunity to network with other writers and finetune your pitches.

Not only are these events good for connecting with potential agents and publishers, but they’re amazing community building opportunities. Querying writers get together to critique each other’s pitches, swap support during the event (this involves retweeting and commenting on each other’s pitches so the algorithm doesn’t eat them--no liking, since that's just for agents and publishers), and cheer each other on. I’ve seen some incredible pitches and found a lot of writing community mutuals this way.

I connected with CamCat Books through #CamCatPitMad, a pitching event just for CamCat that currently takes place four times a year. You can check out the dates and event rules here. Although this particular event is more limited in scope than your average Twitter pitchfest since it’s just for one publisher instead of an industry free-for-all, the rules and setup are pretty typical.

Unfortunately, agents and authors alike have recently raised alarms about sharing pitches and snippets online at events like these due to concerns about the theft of ideas—both by humans and AIs. You can see a thread about this issue here. I honestly don’t know how concerned anyone should be about either possibility, but it’s something to keep in mind if you’re weighing the risks and benefits of joining a pitching event.

5. You don’t need a massive social media following to get published.

When you’re new to the querying process, you’ll see a lot of well-meaning advice that isn’t necessarily accurate. One thing I’ve seen pop up a few times is this idea that agents and publishers won’t even look at you unless you already have a major social media presence and tons of followers. This is alarming news for new writers trying to break into the industry, but fortunately, it’s simply not true.

Sure, it’s a good idea to already have a basic author website and some social media platforms set up, and a lot of agents and publishers will ask to see them. But you don’t need to be a successful influencer with a huge ready-made fanbase to find representation or get a book deal. Just relax, focus on the monumental tasks of writing and querying your books, and put yourself out there on social media whenever you have the spoons to manage it. Engage with other writers and readers and just have fun. After a while, you’ll start to build a following naturally. Don’t sweat it.

On a related note, you don't necessarily have to hire a pro editor before querying, either. Get your book as polished as possible before you query or submit it, of course. But keep in mind that if you get an agent, they'll most likely help you edit your book, and then it will be edited again once it hits the publishing house. In the meantime, find some readers with a good grasp of the things you struggle with the most, whether it's SPAG or story structure.

Finally, here are some invaluable resources I stumbled across during my querying journey:

Manuscript Wish List: If you’re not sure where to look for agents or publishers, this is an excellent place to start. Industry people post information here about what they want (and don’t want!) as well as instructions for querying them. Make sure to check the agency or publisher website before submitting, since the info on the MSWL website isn’t always up-to-date.

QueryTracker: Any writer who’s seriously querying a book is going to end up using this website in some capacity. Many agents require you to query them through forms on the industry-end website, QueryManager. You can then monitor the status of your queries through the sister site, QueryTracker. QueryTracker also allows you to search for agents by genre and other filters. I found it worthwhile to subscribe to the premium version (just $25 per year) and get access to the additional features, such as the ability to view individual agents’ query response rates and other data.

Writer Beware: One of the biggest industry watchdogs. Want to find out if a potential agent, agency, or publisher is legit? Start here.

Publishing … and Other Forms of Insanity: Erica Verrillo does a great job keeping on top of industry news. Her website is an invaluable source of information about agents, publishers, writing contests, conferences, and other resources and opportunities for writers at all stages of the querying and publication journey.

Jane Friedman’s website: Jane Friedman has decades of experience in various aspects of the publishing industry, and her website is a great resource for new writers trying to get a sense of how it all works. She offers tips on topics like how to find agents and publishers, the differences between trad and self-publishing, and how to write an effective query letter.

Absolute Write Water Cooler: This is a forum for authors and an excellent place to find advice and informative industry gossip. If you’re wondering whether a particular agent or publisher is good to work with, search for them here. You’re likely to find a discussion thread where writers are sharing their experiences.

The Authors Guild: This is America’s oldest professional organization for authors. In addition to offering free legal services to members, they provide website hosting and building services, discussion forums, educational materials and events, and assistance for writers seeking various types of insurance (from media liability to dental!).

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youngerdrgrey · 6 months

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all the pieces aren't even in the box // the morning show, bradley/laura, chapter three

about: Bradley and Laura's last few months in Montana and how the world reacts along the way (and maybe how they find their way back to each other) ~ read chapter one / chapter two chapter three summary: As Bradley prepares to leave the ranch for the funeral, Laura's conflicting feelings bubble up. (read chapter three on AO3)

mid J U L Y (2020)

By the next morning, Gayle’s already put in the request for Bradley’s time off. It’ll only be a few days since Bradley can work Thursday morning, then start her drive. The funeral’s set for Saturday. Bradley will either leave Sunday while everyone’s at church or Monday morning. She’ll be live on air from the guest house by Wednesday.

Cory’s face only pulls tight once as he hears the full plan. It’s during a post-show Zoom with Cory, Stella, and Mia. Laura watches as Cory’s eyes bounce from Bradley to Laura within their shared Zoom window.

“And will we be replacing one anchor or two?” He asks.

Laura quips with only a bit of spite in it. “You can’t get rid of me that easily, Cory.”

His nostrils flare, even as he barks out a laugh. “I wouldn’t dream of it. You, my friend, are ratings gold. I’d say you have the Midas touch, but I don’t want to get HR on the call.”

It’s Laura’s turn to give a fake laugh. Bradley flicks the outside of Laura’s thigh. Play nice. Laura turns her gaze to her woman beside her. Bradley still looks like she’s ready to neutralize a fight. But Laura lifts her brows in silent surrender.

She says, “This is Bradley’s trip. I will hold down the fort.”

Bradley speaks only to her, “Thank you.” Then she averts her eyes back to their computer. “Can somebody draft a statement so Twitter doesn’t freak out again?”

Mia speaks up. “We’re already on it. You’re taking time to grieve in conjunction with your family. No mention of you actually traveling for the funeral.”

“Thanks, Mia,” Bradley says.

Laura shouldn’t say it. She shouldn’t mention how they’re avoiding the funeral in the statement because of how hypocritical this whole thing could look.

Cory’s eyes shrink as he makes an exaggerated wince.

“Question.” He holds up a finger, and Laura feels a rush at the calculated voice he’s already in. He’s going to say it for her, isn’t he? “Do we think it’s a bit of an optics nightmare to send Bradley across country right now? Sure, she did it four months ago, but we have the spent the summer of our discontent tirelessly demanding that our fellow Americans hold the line. No travel, not even for emergencies. Yet here is Bradley Jackson, the face of UBA, doing exactly that.”

The air thickens as Bradley stops breathing. Laura watches the tiny wrinkles form between her brows. A wrench thrown by Bradley’s friend on the inside.

Bradley tries her best to sound friendly, but they all hear the crackle underneath it. “I’m not flying, Cory. I’m driving. By myself, with masks and hand sanitizer.”

He nods. “Then you’re attending the biggest event in your town since New Year’s.”

“It’s my mother’s funeral,” Bradley bites.

“Plenty of people miss funerals every day. We’re in a global pandemic.”

“Are we?” Bradley asks. “The CDC seems a little confused about that.”

Now that's too far. Bradley's being willfully obtuse for her trip.

Laura sets a hand on Bradley’s thigh, and Bradley whips her head to glare at Laura too. For a moment, Laura hesitates. If she publicly sides with Cory, after she was the one who set this in motion….

She can play the fence.

“Maybe Bradley can keep a low profile,” Laura suggests.

Bradley runs with it. “I don’t need to give a speech. Hal has got that covered.”

He doesn’t, but Laura can’t say that either.

Cory grinds his jaw. “And when America asks where you’ve been for three days?”

Bradley gives a dazzling smile. “We refer them to Mia’s brilliant statement. Honestly, the less people I talk to down there, the better. Gives me a perfect excuse to avoid a few uncomfortable reunions.”

Cory’s eyes shift, and Laura can feel them on her. “Laura? What do you think?”

She never should’ve made this suggestion. Bradley going is an awful idea. She doesn’t want to be alone in this house for three weeks just because Bradley wants to say goodbye to a woman that Bradley despised.

Laura smiles into the camera. “So long as she stays masked up, then we should all be fine. I have had to use the restroom since we went off air. If you’ll excuse me.”

She stands up over their commentary. Heads out with something like panic vibrating under her skin. She fucked up. She put herself in this impossible situation where she can’t tell Bradley how deeply she wants Bradley to stay. Her therapist isn’t available until next week, and Gordon will absolutely make things worse if she tells him how she feels.

Laura walks past the studio restroom for the main house. The rest of the call will be travel logistics anyway. She needs to center herself before she says something she’ll regret.

She starts a bath in the master bedroom. That will calm her down.

What is it about Bradley that makes Laura so unstable? She destabilizes Laura. She upends her time and time again, and Laura keeps allowing it to happen. Honestly, Laura should’ve never let Bradley move in. It was too soon.

Yet, even as she thinks it, Laura doesn’t mean it. Having Bradley here has been her North Star. Her gravity as every new piece of information sends the world reeling. But if her gravity falters, then where does that leave her? Splayed out on the ground, gasping for air that her lungs can’t process.

She undresses and slips into the water.

She needs to be her own gravity again. She can do that. She’s done it for over fifty years. Why should now be any different?

“Babe?” Bradley’s voice comes from the other side of the bathroom door. Laura’s traitorous heart soars at hearing babe again. Bradley’s been withholding in her grief. One of her little rebellions. “Can I come in?”

“Open it.”

In comes Bradley in her work dress with a cold glass of water for each of them. She pauses at the door, eyes raking along Laura in the tub.

“The call wasn’t that long. I, uh, took out the trash before coming up. I didn’t mean to let it sit so long. I just….”

“You just?”

Laura wants her to say it. Wants Bradley to find her voice in all of this.

Bradley lands on, “You know I can’t fight Hal. I can’t. He’s too raw and tender. He can’t handle it.”

“I suppose there’s a compliment for me in there.”

Bradley shakes her head. She crosses the room to kneel beside the tub. Sets the glasses on the railing beside Laura’s left arm.

“No. Well, yes, but not intentionally.” Bradley holds Laura’s eyes so softly. “I’m sorry. I feel like I’ve been forgetting that you’re tender too. And if all this is too much for you, if you don’t want me to go… then I can stay right here. With you.”

It’s an impossible situation. Laura’s heart pounds in her ears. She can’t do more than blink as she takes that in.

The acknowledgment is everything, but Bradley cannot possibly mean it. Bradley may hate her mom, hate everything that Sandy Jackson stood for her and did to Bradley and her brother. But she hasn’t healed from any of it. Hasn’t processed enough that this death doesn’t wreck everything else she’s built on shaky ground.

Laura says, “You don’t owe it to her, Bradley. You don’t owe her anything.”

On instinct, Bradley says, “She gave birth to me. She fed me and clothed me.”

“You fed yourself more often than not. You may think you’ve hidden it, but not from me. You — she hurt you.” She stills hurt Bradley, even when she’s not around.

“Not in the ways that matter,” Bradley says. She shakes her head. “Not in a way I can’t come back from. I’m not, you know, Hal.”

“You mean you’re not an addict.”

“I’m not.”

But Bradley does bury her feelings in whatever she can. Buries them in her reporting and in Laura and in midnight margaritas that make no sense for their earlier mountain call time.

Months ago, when Laura first brought up therapy, Bradley had been afraid that they would call her crazy. Is that what this is about? Bradley wants to prove to everybody that she’s mentally stable? Mental disorders and hormone imbalances are often genetic. Hal has them for sure, but Bradley could easily have something too. She just did a different job of hiding it and handling it.

As gently as she can, Laura says, “There’s other options than just ‘crazy,’ ‘addict,’ and ‘fine.’”

Bradley’s eyes narrow. “‘Crazy?’ What part of burying my mother makes me crazy?”

“None of it.” Laura twists in the tub to set her hand next to Bradley’s. “Bradley, that’s not what I said.”

“You literally said the word ‘crazy!’”

“Because you seem to have an aversion to talking about any other possibilities. You are very sane, Bradley Jackson, but when it comes to your mother, or to Hal, you can be so reactive and defensive—“

“I’m not—“ Bradley stops herself. Laura quirks a brow as Bradley flushes. “You don’t know them. Nobody does. I’ve spent my whole life defending them. That doesn’t make me crazy.”

“I know, honey. I’m not trying to diagnose you. That’s not my job. My only job is to support you through whatever comes our way.”

Bradley leans into the tub, so it can help hold her up. “How come this kind of support isn’t enough?”

“It is,” Laura says, “but we all deserve more than bare minimums.” Bradley eyes Laura’s bare body. Clear sign of deflection, and Laura splashes a bit of water out of the tub to stop her. “Focus.”

Bradley swipes the water off her face. “I am. You’re deflecting too. You didn’t answer my question. Do you want me to go?”

Laura sighs. Fine. “Of course I don’t,” she admits without looking, “but I won’t stop you either. I’m just… not ready for all this to be over.”

“Over? Laura, I’m coming back.”

“I know that, but in here—“ Laura puts a hand to her wet chest “—it’s harder to know.” Laura feels flushed after saying that. Vulnerable in the same way she’s been asking Bradley to be. It’s uncomfortable to say the least. To admit that Bradley has this space in her heart and in her life.

Bradley takes the hand from Laura’s chest in two of her own. “Then let’s do something fun before I leave. Anything you want.”

A last good day.

Anything she wants. They can’t leave the ranch, not that Laura really wants to. There’s only one thing they haven’t done. Four months in, and Bradley still won’t go horseback riding. Bradley always insists that it’s Laura’s thing. Bradley’s never been good with animals. Their earlier compromise had been that Bradley would go with Laura to the stables. Brush the horses. Feed them. But she still hasn’t ridden.

“Ride with me,” Laura says. Bradley’s lips quirk, so Laura corrects, “Horseback. Today.”

“Today!?”

“You said anything I want.”

Bradley rolls her eyes. “I thought you’d want something like a massage, or a picnic. Not try to kill me.”

Scout would never hurt Bradley. Neither would Sue. But Laura’s said that more than enough times since March.

She leans forward, knowing good and well that it’s not playing fair to draw Bradley’s eyes back to her body. Might as well remind her what she’ll miss, right?

Laura asks, “Is that a no?”

Bradley pries her gaze back up to meet Laura’s. “If you want us to make it out there, you better get out the tub.”

“Or what?”

Bradley doesn’t take the bait. She pushes herself up off the floor and grabs her lukewarm water glass. She heads for the door, talking as she goes, “What do I even wear to go horseback riding? All of my boots have heels.”

Laura calls after her. “A whole life in West Virginia, and you don’t have any boots?”

“I threw them out when I moved to New York!”

The next hour’s a bit of a blur. Bradley ends up in a pink and blue plaid shirt that screams “gay and into horses.” Laura pulls on a nice denim shirt and a white hat for the sun. Then they head down to the stables.

Laura squeezes Bradley’s hand before they go in. Reminds her, “Don’t be nervous. They can sense it. They already like you.”

Still, Bradley’s hand shakes when she holds it out so Scout can smell the back of her hand. The horsemen’s handshake gives the horse the chance to trust the rider.

Bradley mumbles, “Can’t believe you named your horse after ‘To Kill a Mockingbird.’” Laura allows it since the chiding means Bradley’s loosening up.

Laura brushes Sue, her other horse, who bristles at the fact that she’s not going out today.

“I’d been rereading when we got her. It felt appropriate.”

Scout touches her nose to Bradley’s hand. Bradley beams over at Laura. She’s a bundle of proud nerves until Laura says, “Now you can mount her.”

“Oh boy.”

Then Laura helps Bradley get up onto Scout. Corrects her form and grip on the reins. They do a few short laps inside to get Bradley and Scout acquainted before Laura checks back in.

“How do you want to do this? Together or separate?”

Bradley laughs. “Together please. Do not leave me alone with her.”

So Laura climbs up behind Bradley and curves her body around Bradley’s. She settles her hands on Bradley’s wrists.

“To help guide you,” Laura says, “but you’ve got this. I’m right here with you. Stay calm, and move with her. Keep your eyes ahead, so she knows where to go.”

Bradley turns her head just enough to see Laura’s face beside hers. “Anything else?”

Laura presses a kiss to her lips. “Have a good ride. And thank you, for doing this.”

Bradley kisses her back. “Thank me if we stay upright.”

Laura’s laugh follows them out into the field.

Nearly an hour and only two near falls later, they reach a clearing with a wooden fence and a picnic table. Laura helps Bradley down, and they tie Scout up while they all regroup and hydrate. There’s a small watering trough there for Scout. Bradley watches her drink with a little smile on her face.

“Admit it,” Laura says with a shift of her hat on her head. “You liked it.”

Bradley takes a big swig of her water. “I admit nothing. ‘Cept maybe how good it feels to have you behind me.”

Laura’s grin grows. “What did you say? Is Big Spoon Bradley Jackson saying she wants to be held?”

Bradley swats at the brim of Laura’s hat. “You hold me plenty.”

“I do.”

Bradley rolls her eyes and watches Scout’s mane blow in the breeze. One of the great things about Montana has been the views. Even now, there’s these gorgeous trees and wide fields of flowers that barely glimpse at neighboring properties. Bradley’s never had so much space in her life. Never felt so full.

“Let’s take a picture,” Bradley says.

Laura smiles. “Of what? Us?”

Bradley nods. “But not a selfie. We can balance it.” She gets up from the table to use her helmet as a prop for her phone.

“Bad day to leave the tripod at home,” Laura jokes. Bradley flips her off. Laura walks closer to the wooden fence.

Bradley sets the timer and rushes to Laura’s side. “Put your arm around me.”

“You’re directing now?”

Bradley huffs, and Laura just barely gets her arm up before the camera clicks. Bradley slips out of Laura’s grasp to set the timer again.

Laura says, “It might help if you tell me the pose before you hit the button. What do you want, Bradley?”

“I don’t know,” Bradley says while she changes it from five seconds to ten. “Something cute.” Something they can look back on once their thighs stop aching and the sunburn’s gone and remember that they had a good day during a God awful week. Something she can show Hal when he asks why she’s leaving so soon in a few days.

“Well, you’re cute,” Laura says once Bradley gets back to her side. She slips her right arm around Bradley’s shoulders, and Bradley slips her left around Laura’s waist. “So how about you smile and I’ll just—“

She presses a kiss to Bradley’s temple. It’s probably cheesy. Next level corny that this picture will be the two of them in the gayest possible outfits after horseback riding in Montana, but damn, if that thought doesn’t make Bradley smile even harder.

She never thought she’d get this. She almost screwed it up several times over, but here she is with a woman she’s crazy about who could have asked for anything in the world, and all Laura wanted was to do something she loved with Bradley.

The camera clicks, but Bradley doesn’t even hear it. She turns in Laura’s hold and wraps her other arm around Laura’s waist.

“I did like it,” Bradley tells her.

Laura smiles. “I know. But thank you for telling me.”

“Can I tell you something else?” Bradley asks. Once she does, her heart pounds heavy in her chest. It’s like it wants out of there. She has to gulp just to keep it out of her throat.

Laura must feel it since she rubs her hand along Bradley’s back. Lifts her other to hold Bradley too.

“Anything.”

Just say it. Say something. Say she’s never been happier than she is with Laura by her side. Say she could spend the rest of her life here if they were allowed to go out and be people sometimes too. Say that she’ll be back the moment she can, and this week is just the last thing she needs to do before she can really move forward.

A whole world of things Bradley could’ve said, but all that leaves her mouth is:

“Come with me.”

a/n: !!!!!! COME! WITH! ME! will she do it? should she do it? l

et me know what you think and what else stood out to you.

also, just to say it, fictional lesbian/journalist Laura Peterson would never spout zionist propaganda the way that her actress currently is. I won't say much on here bc it's a fic site, and I am here to escape into Montana, but also free Palestine. stopping Israel has nothing to do with judaism, and it's an awful weaponization of religion to equate stopping genocide with antisemitism.

#bradleylaura #bradley x laura #laura x bradley #bradley jackson #laura peterson #tms #mine #the morning show #tms fic #fic: all the pieces

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nutrig · 1 year

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Boyfriend Dungeon

SunderxWielder

Mature.

bc there’s an Abhorrent Lack of BF Dungeon fan content.

Set 1 year after the game events. Game Spoilers.

It’s been a year since you last stepped your feet on the warm sand and felt the sun heat hover on your skin. Since you started at the dunj, you’d tackled your fears of change, intimacy and judgement. By the end of it, you might’ve dated the whole town. It was fun. Thrilling. And at times, terrifying.

And when you saw Sunder last, when you were still angry over it all, you said things that may have been true… but you still regretted saying them.

Now, here you are. Back at Verona Beach.

Jesse and Samantha are letting you sleep in their spare room. It’s no apartment like last year, but it was still comfortable. And walking distance to La Rosa.

“You’re still thinking about him?” Jesse asks you over morning coffee and eggs, after you asked him how the vampire was going. “Same old with him. You know he’ll never change.”

“I know,” you reply, a little more sadly than you intended to sound. “But it’s alright. I can handle myself.”

Jesse raises a brow at you, and then exchanges a glance with Samantha that you can’t quite pick.

“He didn’t try to contact you over the year, did he?” Jesse asks coolly as he spreads butter on toast, in an effort to sound casual.

You take the first piece of buttered toast, and pile eggs on top. “Once or twice. Asked how I was going. I told him well.”

“Righhhttt.”

“Oh, don’t give me that,” you sigh. “Trust me, I can handle Sunder.”

“Give them the benefit of the doubt, love. I’m sure they’ve got things handled,” Samatha says, smiling kindly at you. They exchange another look.

“Alright, alright,” Jesse says. “Whatever makes you happy, cuz.”

And with that debate settled, you get ready and head out.

You spend the day with Valeria and Leah, pouring over the mock-up designs for their new Roses of Venus sports fashion collaboration. They’d grown closer when you were gone. It felt a little bittersweet, but you expected they’d move on without you. You were only there for a summer.

Night comes, and you end up at the step in front of the club. Your legs took themselves there without telling your brain. It’ll be fine. You’ve been talking with him all year… on-and-off, anyway. You were past it. The… romantic side of things.

You walk to the familiar dance floor. The club hadn’t changed at all, as you expected. And when you spot Sunder dancing in the midst of the hustle and bustle, grinding on a woman dressed sluttier than even you, you can’t help crack a smile.

At least this was the same.

You wade through the crowd until you find yourself front-to-back with Sunder. You tap his shoulder, and he turns his head to your direction.

The grin he gives you sends a shot of electricity through your chest, and you can’t help mimic his expression. But words fail, and as you try to speak you notice not the bright reds and blues around you, nor the relaxed grinding of the party, but just him. Just the way his eyes gleam, and the poke of his fangs in his smile, and everything about him that caused you to fall in love in the first place.

And you don’t even care because Sunder is finally in front of you again, and that’s all that matters when you yank his head down and close the distance between you two.

His hands immediately wrap around your body as they had so many times last year. His hip grinds into yours and you laugh into his mouth.

He pulls away, just to speak. His arms are still around you, still terribly cool, but you could warm them. “You didn’t tell me you’d be back.”

“You didn’t ask,” you retort. “Besides, that smile made it worth not telling you.”

“Is that so?” He smirks.

You nod, and kiss him again. And again. And then he’s carrying you to a private room and you’re squeezing his hips between your legs and you can already feel him hard and pressing against your jeans.

“Feeling extra sharp today?” You tease, quoting him from all those months ago.

He manages a breathy laugh, and lays you on a couch. “How’d you know?”

Before you can reply, he’s shifted into his Talwar form, and torn apart your pants and underwear. You hadn’t brought a change of clothes, but fuck, you couldn’t care less. Not when he shifts again and lowers his face and starts doing that with his tongue. Not when you can’t help crumbling into a mess of moans and pants, already so excited. You had been for a while, and he can tell when you wrap your legs around him and use them to push him down. (It’s not like he needed to breathe, anyway.)

His tongue circles around you, his hands knowing all those sensitive parts. His nails dig into the inside of your thighs because they’re soft and you know how he likes that and you practically mewl when he does it. And soon enough, your legs are shaking and your toes are curling and you cry out that you’re so close. Which only eggs him on.

He lets you ride your climax out right there and then, his face still entangled with your crotch, licking at everything he could. His fangs grow then and there, when your body is trembling, and lifts from between your legs when you settle once more.

And that’s all the warning he gives you before he tears his own clothes off, and positions himself at your opening.

You watch his face contort in pleasure as he pushes in. his arms wrap around your back, and he pulls you upwards as he thrusts in and out. He still remembers what makes you tick. He still does a divine job. After all, one year is nothing to a long-lived vampire. He wouldn’t forget that easily.

His smell, his lips, his everything overwhelms your senses. And when his teeth dig into your shoulder, and he starts to drink… the pleasure and pain swell and merge and you fall over the edge again… as does Sunder.

Ten minutes after, when you’re kissing the length of his blade, and then his lips, he smiles lazily.

“I missed this,” he whispers. “You.”

You know you’ll never get what you want. He’ll never keep you as his own, never let you keep him as yours. But that, too, doesn’t matter. Not right now.

“Me too,” you manage. And then you fall asleep.

Authors note: Sunder can own me any day of the week fr

#boyfriend dungeon #boyfriend dungeon smut #sunder #boyfriend dungeon sunder #sunderxwielder #non gender specifc wielder #smut

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kyndaris · 11 months

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Psychic Summer Internship

Jumping from Forspoken to Psychonauts 2 felt like a huge change. While both explored mental health, Forspoken was primarily focused on depression and madness. Its world was not one of high contrast or vibrant wilderness. Rather, it was grounded in grim reality with a world that was falling apart at the seams. Throughout the time I spent in Athia, it was clear that the people in Cipal were holding on by just a thread. Psychonauts 2, on the other hand, was an entirely different beast. The entire game world thrummed with life; the colours popped and there was a general sense of busyness as one rolled around the Motherlobe. The world was fresh, zany and, for this humble blogger, quite a lot smaller than the monstrous map I spent more than 60 hours in.

Psychonauts 2 was released in 2021 as the sequel to one of Double Fine’s beloved games. Just like the other entries, players were put into the shoes of Raz Aquato, right after the events from the VR entry (which, in and of itself was a quick adventure that was only hours after the events of the first game). Having rescued the Grand Head: Truman Zanatto, Raz and the rest of the Psychonaut agents were trying to figure out why Dr Loboto had managed to capture the leader of the Psychonauts. And so, the game starts off in a mental construct of Dr Loboto’s mind: a dreary office that echoes the daily grind many face in their waking world.

After winning a paid vacation for being the best employee in this fictional office that was on par with the movie Inception in creating a familiar environment, Dr Loboto is tasked with finding his ‘boss’ to sign off on the trip. So begins the tutorial section of the game as Raz follows the mad scientist dentist.

Until it all goes horribly wrong and the office construct slowly breaks apart.

Though Raz and the Psychonauts are unable to discover who had employed Dr Loboto to kidnap Truman before they arrive at the Motherlobe, they press forward with the interrogation. Raz, himself, at only ten is inducted into the Psychonauts intern program. And is assigned to work under Nick from the Mailroom,

Ten! And already putting in the hard hours to spruce up his resume! Truly, Raz is the ideal candidate for any job. That or the Psychonauts are breaking child labour laws.

Perhaps the heir to Grulovia, Gristol Malik, was right right after all! The Psychonauts are monsters!

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

After joining the Psychonauts officially, albeit as an intern, Raz soon discovers Nick from the Mailroom trussed up in packaging and brainless. Finding a key in Nick’s pocket, the senior agents, suspecting a double agent, try to identify them by heading to the Lady Luctopus Casino. Raz and the rest of the interns also partake in the mission. But only after Raz has massed around with the mental connections in Psychonaut agent and erstwhile agent: Hollis Forsythe.

And here is where we find my biggest disappointment with the game. Despite the promise of espionage and high-stakes missions set out on the caper to the Lady Luctopus Casino, this was the only real appearance of a location outside the general area of the Motherlobe. While setting the game in and around the Quarry, the Questionable Area and Green Needle Gulch helped contain the game, I couldn’t help but wish for a globe-trotting adventure around the Psychonauts world. Instead, we got woods, woods and more woods.

That said, the areas that players did get to play through aren’t small by any means. They are liberally peppered with collectibles and are stuffed to the brim with fun side activities to complete.

In a game all about the power of the mind, however, is was the mental realms in Psychonauts 2 that truly shone. I loved how unique and original they all were. From the fractured mind of Ford Cruller to the Hospital Casino that was part and parcel of Hollis’s hot streak period or even the trippy aspect of the Psi King’s Sensorium. These were all excellent ways to demonstrate a character’s mental state as well as their life experience.

One of my favourites was that of Cassie O’Pea. In her mental realm, Raz had to reunite all her different archetypes. These were all facets of who she was but were not quite the whole. It reminded me of the short story I wrote a year or two ago called Splintered where I tried to explore the many masks that people wear, whether they’re neurotypical or neurodivergent.

After all, with the hunt for being authenticity, why do we always pretend to be someone else in order to be liked?

Of course, it’s not always about being liked. Sometimes it’s about putting on another hat in order for survival. Trapped in a terrible life situation, a child has to grow up fast in order to cope. The hope, of course, is that once those circumstances end, they can return to being the child they once were if perhaps a little wiser and more responsible than they were before.

I, for one, have felt like this when interacting with my friends. I have a group of board game friends. Then a group of video game enthusiasts that I call my friends. And now I have a group at work that I can maybe call my book friends. True, they might not read all the authors that I do but I can discuss some of the books that I read with people! It’s a dream come true!

Throughout the game, more and more major story elements are dropped like breadcrumbs before Raz and it isn’t long before the truth is revealed. His family was not cursed to die in water by a gypsy fortune teller. Rather, his great aunt was Maligula and she had replaced his actual grandmother after the Psychic 6 defeated her two decades ago. It was she that was the Deluge of Grulovia and which the Delugionists (great word play on delusion) were trying to bring back. Except, of course, there weren’t many Delugionists to speak of. The mole was Nick from the Mailroom. Who was actually the heir to Grulovia in disguise because he had run out of black caviar to consume.

While the plot of Psychonauts 2 could be considered simplistic when compared to other games, I enjoyed how mental health issues were incorporated from a gameplay perspective with new enemies like flying regrets with heavy weights that could crush you if one wasn’t careful, enablers that buff other enemies, doubts that slow Raz down and panic attacks that seem so incredibly overwhelming until they can be slowed down. Of course, mental illness cannot be so easily defeated but the message throughout the game was heartfelt and heartwarming.

Plus, it wasn’t as on the nose like Frey’s message to Homer at the end of the game.

Beyond that, I also liked the new abilities that Psychonauts 2 employed. From mental connection to slowing time to creating a paper-thin copy of Raz that can slip between cage bars to open a door. While not all of them are effective in a fight, they provided new ways to problem solve and were a delight to play around. So much so that I also nabbed the Platinum for the title! A fact that I’m quite proud of for I now sit at 14 Platinums on my PlayStation profile.

So, is Psychonauts 2 a fun game? You bet your last dollar it is. Is it Game of the Year material? Probably not. But it’s a colourful world that isn’t afraid to tackle difficult subjects (though one could argue that its attempts to do so simplify the issues and strip them a little of the nuance that would go with it). Best of all, Psychonauts 2 has a story that, while trope-heavy and which follows some well-known beats, never overstays its welcome. Some might dismiss the fact that it can be finished in about 15 hours but in a world where most are strapped for time, it’s probably one of the better games that can tell such a comprehensive tale without wasting a single moment!

Now we need a game with Raz as an actual adult, solving all of the world’s problems one brain at a time!

#video games #psychonauts 2 #mental health #jack black voices a character in this game #also elijah wood!

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wat-the-cur · 2 years

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Top 5 comic strip episodes? And top 5 Rik characters? I love hearing your answers to things its always super interesting.

Aw, thanks, buddy! I’m so flattered that you enjoy my answers, I so frequently feel that I have little to say! Okay, let me see...

Top 5 The Comic Strip Presents... Episodes:

(Please bear in mind that I have not seen all of the episodes, so these are my favourites at the moment)

5. Consuela (Or, The New Mrs. Saunders): I don’t know what it is about this one that makes me laugh so much. In some respects it’s genuinely creepy to watch, but it’s also so exaggeratedly ridiculous, and everyone involved is playing it absolutely straight. Anything that satirises the customs and manners of the English upper crust just kills me, and the fact that all the characters are still being stiffly polite in the face of something horrifying gets me every time.

4. Summer School - An underrated episode, in my opinion. I just love the concept of students challenging themselves to take part in a historical re-enactment, and all going about it in different, quite terrible ways. None of them have a clue, and I love it.

3. The Comic Strip - I’m counting it as an episode, okay! I like how this one gives you a taste of what seeing The Comic Strip on stage was like, but it also keeps up the idea of them all being the characters they portray on that stage. Also, I love the atmosphere. You feel grimy after watching this episode.

2. The Beat Generation - Maybe my enjoyment of the mockery of beatniks/angry young men on Hancock’s Half Hour set me up to love this episode. This one came second just because the characters are so irritating, but there are some genuinely endearing performances here, too. Kix and Jeremy spring to mind. It’s also great that the episode genuinely feels like a sixties piece. It’s a great example of The Comic Strip paying close attention to authenticity, as well as comedy.

Mr. Jolly Lives Next Door - You probably knew this was coming. This was the first episode I ever saw, and it’s still the one that makes me laugh the most. Rik n’ Ade at their finest and grossest, and Nicolas Parsons being an absolute sport throughout. Also, Peter Cook? As a coldblooded killer? That’s all I want.

My Top 5 Rik Mayall Characters:

5. Alan B’stard - A fairly new favourite! Alan is a whole different sort of repulsive to Rik’s more well known characters, and I genuinely love how creepy and unsettling he can be. It’s brilliant that Rik’s beauty was actually acknowledged in the case of Alan, but he never let it get in the way of his performance.

4. Kevin Turvey - I almost forgot about Kevin while I was compiling this list, I am so sorry! Without doubt, Rik’s sweetest and most likeable comedy character. He’s a character who makes you reflect more kindly on your own quirks and curiosities.

3. Richard Richard - Probably the character that has made me laugh the most, with one rival. He is also the Rik character my family and I quote most often.

2. Richard Dangerous/Dreamytime Escort (I regard them as the same character - Don’t ask me why, but this guy is here, because he is the character I have the most headcanons for. I have a bizarre attachment to this little jackal man.

Rick Pratt - There is nothing I could say about Rick that hasn’t already been said, but he has my heart. He is absolutely horrible, in ways that remind me of myself, unfortunately. With that said, he still manages to be quite endearing in his innocence. I think I favour him mist, because I began to watch “The Young Ones” when work was starting to grind me down a bit, and he gave me something to look forward to at the end of the day.

#asks #rik mayall #the comic strip #the comic strip presents #the young ones #tyo #bottom bbc #kevin turvey #the new statesman #the dangerous brothers

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jwnbwnjwn · 1 year

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Entry 11 (12.14.2022)

It’s been about 10 months since I’ve last posted on here. I think about it every here and there, but I never muster the energy to actually come and write about my life. I kind of want to ‘revamp’ this whole thing like, change the blog colors (which I more than likely will do), delete old entries and start fresh, but I also want to keep everything posted in here like set in stone, a one way ticket if you will? Anyways, I’ll start off reading from the last entry.

I started going to the gym again. Instead of only doing cardio, I actually step out of my bubble and do other workouts including weights in hopes of reaching my goal faster. There’s no particular diet here, just kind of trying to eat at home and eat less. I don’t want to feel like I’m depriving my body of food, but at the same time I want to work out and be healthy. Sooner or later though I hope I get a bit into calorie deficits and really just more into the whole gym life. My weight’s pretty good, last time I checked I was at about 184 but I haven’t checked since. I don’t beat myself up about weight, I focus more on how I feel considering my situation. And I’m not referring to a specific situation, I just mean like, considering what my day to day is and what is available to me.

Because I did so shitty on my school the semester I posted the last entry, I tanked my GPA and was put into academic probation. That’s why this past fall semester that just ended, I grinded and put my mind to work. I got a planner and made sure to follow a schedule every week. I’m currently having trouble seeing my official grades, but my GPA did go from I believe a 1.7 to a 2.3 which is good! This pulls me out of academic suspension and into good standing. I’m already scheduled for my Spring semester and I’m looking into adding a victim studies minor to my degree and I should still finish on time, which is about a year from now. I’m almost done with college though, so I’m excited that this chapter is coming to an end soon. With my degree, I’m thinking of working with victims or if not, then an officer or something. I can get into border patrol or homeland security maybe. I’m thinking after I finish my bachelors in CJ, I’ll probably attend a culinary school for bakery and pastry arts or some sort. I’m doing this to get started on my dreams of owning a chocolate/candy store. However, I’m aiming to get a job once I get back in Huntsville for spring semester, this way I can save for an apartment soon and get started on well, adulting.

I’m still on my journey of healing. I’ve been a lot happier since I last updated. It’s been mostly just focusing on myself and the energy I surround myself with. Might I include here I’ve been with Jam for 8 months now. It’s been such a great time, and I’m currently staying with him for Christmas break in his apartment. After being long distance for months, it’s great to be with each other for some time. I’ve been here since October, but my trip ends in January ): but that just means getting back on the grind and finishing faster so I can get to where I want to be. We’re looking into getting an apartment together this coming summer, here in SA. God willing, I’ll have a job here in SA and should be living with Jam and starting our life together. He’s my best friend, and it just really feels like I found my person.

As long as friends go, I still keep my circle pretty small. I have Mac close by me and Ice, even though we don’t really talk - at this point it’s really just sending a snap a day to keep a streak alive along with a “I miss you” or “How are you” once every couple of weeks. When I came to stay with Jam I didn’t expect to get so close to his friends. I got really close with Kit and Sock, way past the point I’d consider them my own friends, especially Sock. She’s someone good I hold close. I also got into smoking the devils plant to be specific. I’ve tried blunts, bongs, edibles, pens, and it’s something I’d realistically keep doing for a couple of years. It makes me feel like a child and just, happy. Like, I believe everyone should be high, like all the time. Genuinely, I feel like it could make the world a better place.

We plan on visiting the valley to see our family members for Christmas. I did go see my brother at his state competition last month and man, it was an experience in of itself again, but also nice because it had been some time since I had seen him. Other than that, that’s pretty much it. I think I’ll come back to update once a month, maybe even more. Life’s been going good, and I’m just spending it filled with love and people I care about. See ya soon (:

Happy Holidays! Ended this on 12.14.2022 at 3:24 PM.

-jen

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kai livetweets: a realm reborn

Originally part of a massive livetweet thread on my main Twitter account; reposted here for posterity.

July 20, 2021

I didn't think I'd be livetweeting (somewhat) my progress through the game, but here I am anyway!

Into the rabbit hole I go

May 28, 2021 I finally started playing FFXIV on a whim and already I am very attached to my WoL... this game is Dangerous

Narrator voice: she would soon be proven wrong

May 30, 2021 Been playing a lot of FFXIV lately and it's quickly superseding Genshin as my main game, but as much fun I'm having with it I don't think there's anything for me to livetweet about hmm

Oh sweet summer child

May 31, 2021 I was going to grind the other beginner caster classes... then I realised the jobs I'm majorly interested in don't need prerequisite classes... guess I'll just main Summoner until Endwalker drops I'm mostly hard at work leveling the DoL classes anyhow hahaha wow how are they on par with my main class wtf I will however grind Thaumaturgy until idk level 20 because I want to get the materia from the outfits I'm SO close to spiritbonding, because I want to glamour-plate those outfits

First look at Raginmar

May 31, 2021 Was influenced by @/surfacage's tired bedraggled Miqo'te WoL but alas Miqo'te don't come in beefy... so settled for a Highlander Hyur instead! Raginmar Steelbiter doesn't really get this whole crystal business but he's too nice to say no

He's generally a mild-mannered beefcake who just wants to get along with people! Too bad the plentiful and varied beasts and bandits of Eorzea don't agree with that

I have his idle pose set to crossed arms so whenever he talks to NPCs he just exudes this judgmental aura asjfkdjfkkd

It's always these types

May 31, 2021 Looked up the barest info on Thancred because I liked what I saw from his character so far and apparently he's a smooth-talking, guilt-ridden workaholic of a man I don't want to call myself out but this is just way too predictable of me

And here you can see how I begin spiralling into OC hell

May 31, 2021 WoL brainrot hours... Raginmar has a sister who gets into fisticuffs a lot... boisterous bruiser up for a bloody good time This happens every time I have a new OC don't mind me

Fuck Gridania

June 4, 2021 Every time I come to Gridania it's either foggy or raining I hate this place What the hell is this weather Gridania

All my homies hate Gridania

June 5, 2021 I said I wouldn't have anything to tweet about while playing FFXIV but I was wrong I do have something to tweet about It's how every time I go to Gridania the weather is fuCKING ATROCIOUS Here I am, freshly logged in and in Buscarron's lovely little alehouse, enjoying the music, and there's a thunderstorm right outside :))) man I deeply dislike Gridania

I like doing provisions, kinda stressed I have to reach Heavensward to continue

June 6, 2021 I gotta stop doing the provision supplies, I only have so much energy to play and by the time I finish them I'm too tired to do the class quests hrngk

You kinda do need to get into the thick of it as a Black Mage, I know that now

June 8, 2021 I wonder if the other magic DPS in the party yell at me for staying so far back like I do at them for charging into melee range with enemies

Met a tank masquerading as a DPS one day

June 10, 2021 As a DPS you're supposed to let the tank aggro the mobs and then assist with AOEs, right? Like that's the basic rule of it, right? Then why would you charge in headlong when you're a DPS...

A common problem

June 11, 2021 These past few days I've been motivating myself with finally finishing the rogue storyline in FFXIV, but by the time I actually get round to playing it I always feel too drained to enjoy the story, so I end up not playing it... I really like Jacke and I'm kinda sad he's not in the story beyond the class/job storylines, so I really want to enjoy it while I can

I never did get Raginmar to NIN

June 13, 2021 me: today I WILL finish the ROG story quest and get the NIN soul crystal also me: *grinds for GSM by almost 20 levels instead* I had about 114 raw amethysts from mining and so decided to use them all up to level GSM and hoo boy

I haven't watched Oxventure in a long time because I don't want to not focus on it because I'm too tired or anything

June 14, 2021 Finished BTN and MIN quests until the base level 50 cap, might fuck around and finish the GSM questline too Meanwhile the ROG questline is just... there. This is me with Oxventure all over again my friends: where are you at with the MSQ bro, hurry up and finish the story me:

Friendly reminder to play The Last Remnant if you can, it's a great game

June 14, 2021 I was wondering why the behemoth mount music in FFXIV felt so familiar... it's by Tsuyoshi Sekito, who made the music for the The Last Remnant... I really need to go back and finish that game, I loved it to bits but I never ended up finishing it...

When your gathering class is 20 levels above your main

June 15, 2021 The Sneak skill afforded to DoL classes is a bit of a cheat imo, wandered around Mor Dhona last night as BTN and probably cheated myself out of the experience of exploring it properly first hand I'm only around lv. 24 in the MSQ. Northern Thanalan and Mor Dhona mooks can kill my main class twice over. Wandering around in a non-combat class at night and hoping I don't encounter any enemies beyond the Sneak level felt a bit surreal haha There was a pugilist going around one-shotting every vanguard in the area lmao and then at Revenant's Toll there was this lv. 3 wanderer just sitting on top of the battlements and presumably enjoying the view

I just found out this was an Easter egg of some sort!

June 15, 2021 This isn't his carbuncle

It's up and left now. Wonder whose carbuncle that was...

I still haven't done that level 44 quest

June 16, 2021 Level 50 GSM quest got me like

This didn't last very long lmao

June 17, 2021 You thought I was joking

I'm gonna have to do this again with Kirika :)

June 17, 2021 I may have overestimated my own willingness to play a purely healing class... playing solo CNJ basically means 80% of my skillset is useless I'm a bit invested in Slyphie's story now though, guess I'll stick with it

So for this one you need to catch a high quality Harbor Herring, then use it to mooch for a high quality Ogre Barracuda, then use THAT to mooch for a Mazlaya Marlin

I got all that in one go :D

June 20, 2021 Finished the lv. 50 FSH quest! Leveling it is so much easier than MIN or BTN, lemme tell you — I remember the other two lv. 50 quests were so involved and had you looking for pure, unspoiled nodes in Coerthas and all

FSH just needed you to catch three fish in succession

I really want to go to Ishgard

June 20, 2021 Actually pretty sad I can only get to Ishgard in Heavensward — feels like a long way away, especially with my quest to level all the DoH/DoL skills to 50. Not to mention, partying for duties make me nervous about not performing well (｡•́︿•̀｡)

I'm slowly leveling up CNJ and I do want to do duties as that class, but I'm scared I won't be healing as efficiently as the party would like. Targeting with the PS4 is hard, you have to toggle quickly through enemies/party members on-screen and hope you can select them in time

Sometimes you can't even select them ._. one time I was doing a FATE with someone and they just weren't being selected as I cycled through every character on screen, it was stressful

Big desolation vibes!!

June 22, 2021 Coerthas is my favourite so far, it's barren and snowing 60% of the time but I genuinely love the Central Highlands so much

Highkey can't wait to go to Ishgard

I appreciate the free gear but man it really doesn't do him any favours

June 22, 2021 Gridania was sunny a couple days back

Really want a better crafting glamour hmm hmmm

June 23, 2021 Did I level up LTW specifically so I could make raptor leather needed for the wool suspenders? Why yes, yes I did

Anyway: DoH and DoL glamours because I like the lumberjack dad look he's got going on

What do you mean there's more to this game than crafting

Really wanted Raginmar to wear the altered felt robe but good god is it ugly on him

June 23, 2021 Pros of leveling DoH classes while ignoring the MSQ: you can make fancy pretty things

Cons of leveling DoH classes while ignoring the MSQ: the fancy pretty things are too high-leveled for your main class

I want Raginmar to wear the altered felt robe... it looks so much cooler than the lumpy fumpy robe he's wearing now.....

Was talking about getting into something years after it peaked in popularity

June 23, 2021 Also missing out on events. Praying that the FFXV event comes back to FFXIV oh god I want the Kingsglaive title SO BAD

Impostor syndrome but make it FFXIV

June 24, 2021 me looking nervously at a level 50+ sprout: oh no they're so experienced

also me: level 50+ in DoL classes

The moment I realised the DoH classes all depend on each other...

June 24, 2021 >> go to do the LTW quests >> lv. 45 quest requires mythril and cobalt rivets >> realise i need to level ARM by at least 15, BSM by 25 >> retire to inn >> log out >> cry myself to sleep

I am WAY too tired for this but tomorrow I guess I'll go mine some ore and bomb ash and make 100 steel ingot idk

Listen I main SMN okay I don't need metalworks

The lv. 40 quest needed hippogryph sinew... the lowest level creature that drops it is the hippocerf in Coerthas, at level 40... four whole levels above my main class... thank god I main SMN and invested my chocobo points in healing but now I am just tired

I shoulda known my low level in other classes would fuck me over! I shoulda known!!!

"The lore" is basically the only reason I do anything in this game

June 25, 2021 rational brain: literally nothing is stopping you from leveling every combat class with Raginmar

lizard brain: yeah but it'd be funnier if Hyllizirn levels in exclusively tank classes because of the lore

Hyllizirn is Raginmar's boisterous bruiser of a sister, so lore-wise it makes sense that Hyllizirn does tank jobs and maybe MNK (because fisticuffs) and Raginmar is more arcane and ranged (because pacifist)

The real question here is do I have the tenacity to play the game from the start just so I can have Hyllizirn screenshots What am I saying of course I do

Spiralling even further into OC hell

June 25, 2021 If Raginmar only levels magic and physical ranged DPS (and ROG), and Hyllizirn only levels tank, then should I make another character to level healer and melee DPS...? That would also be pretty funny lmao

Dungeon observations 2

June 26, 2021 Did Halatali for the first time with a party of veterans and man, I understand what they mean by big pulls now

Tank absolutely NYOOMED through the dungeon; he'd aggro a few enemies and then run into the next chamber for a bigger space to fight in + more enemies. Hard to really contribute when you have no AoE spells other than Gust tho (｡•́︿•̀｡)

Everybody left so quickly after we'd finished, I didn't have time to give anyone commendations (｡•́︿•̀｡) one of them gave me one though!

To make matters worse, I didn't realise there were more hippocerfs close to Whitebrim so did a gauntlet a little further away on a path that only had three of the buggers, running back and forth and killing them as they respawned

June 26, 2021 *distantly thinks about the level 24 main scenario quest I've abandoned to fight level 40 hippocerfs for the LTW quest*

You cannot deny the cat boy

June 26, 2021 me: cat boy or dragon girl

my friends: dragon girl

me: okies (proceeds to make both dragon girl and cat boy)

Them!!

June 27, 2021 More FFXIV OCs! Hyllizirn, L'Vazha Tia and Kirika Kagutsuchi (+ bonus Kirika in WHM gear)

Evidently I cannot go into a franchise without making up a slew of OCs with their own lore but what can you do

Raginmar is the only WoL as per the game's lore. Hyllizirn is a soldier in the Immortal Flames and Kirika is a resident healer in Ul'dah, and they are both part-time adventurers. L'Vazha is a travelling merchant who occasionally hires adventurers on his journeys across Eorzea.

Eventually the four become a party and they have their own adventures independent of the game's lore! I would like to write them one day but for now I'm leveling their combat classes based on their lore for my own amusement.

Raginmar is ranged DPS, physical and magical. Hyllizirn and Kirika are strictly tank and healer, respectively. L'Vazha is melee DPS. Lore-wise their jobs are SUM/MCH (Raginmar), GNB (Hyllizirn), WHM (Kirika) and NIN (L'Vazha). Obviously I'm not all there yet but that's my goal!

Also this is partly my own reluctance to level DoH and DoL for the other three, but lore-wise Raginmar is the only one capable of literally anything else other than combat because he was basically a homesteader before he crossed the sea to Limsa Lominsa.

Hyllizirn helped her father out as a mercenary before deciding to travel to Eorzea to become a legendary adventure. Kirika grew up sheltered for certain reasons, and never had cause to do things on her own. L'Vazha is a merchant so had no need for such skills.

This is self-care

June 27, 2021 POV: the middle-aged man in the Warmwine Sanitorium hot springs caught you perving on him

A little disappointed that bathing in the hot springs gives you no boost of any sort in the game, but also I'm just living my hot springs dream vicariously through Raginmar because I miss it so much

I want to go to the ocean! The river! Waterfalls! A swimming pool! Fuck, even a hotel room with a bathtub will do! Let me soak away the aches in these old bones!!

I think I might have mistyped this, I probably meant WVR because I know for sure that one doesn't need materia

June 27, 2021 Level 50 LTW quest:

Did not need materia? Good! Requiring material that has me fighting lv. 42 Golden Fleece with my lv. 38 SUM for a drop rate of 1 basket of snurble tuft per 3/4 enemies? Bad!

Honestly spoiled by the drop rate for fleece, sure it'd be once every few kills but at least it drops like 8 or 9 baskets at once, what the hell

I farmed enough to make about three tries for the items I need to craft for the quest, I'm gonna need to really up my level so I don't waste them. Also I've been so damn self-sufficient in making my own gear, I forgot I could just... buy them from NPCs...

FFXIV is really just a dress-up game with epic fantasy RPG elements

June 27, 2021 My friends asked me why the hell would I play the MSQ multiple times when I could level all the classes on just Raginmar

And honestly? Raginmar is a beefy hunk. He's not exactly fun to play fancy dress up with, what with the pretty fancy outfits FFXIV has

That's what Kirika and L'Vazha are for! Like damn, I want to dress up a pretty girl in pretty hakamas and have her look pretty on the field and take about 100 screenshots, let me live

Yep, I meant WVR

June 28, 2021 I'm surprised WVR didn't need materia for its lvl 50 quest when literally every other DoH does — except CUL, but it's not like you can eat materia. I've got BSM, CUL, ALC and CRP left to level and then I'll do the MSQ haha

Wondering if I should at least finish the ROG storyline with Raginmar since I'm planning to play it again with L'Vazha anyway. I get to see Jacke again twice though, so maybe I should. Defo not finishing CNJ though, I'll slog through it with Kirika

Self!! Care!!

June 28, 2021 Sometimes self care is taking screenshots of your buff main character hanging out with catgirls in a hot spring

Headband girl is staring at him real interestedly

Solace in suffering

June 29, 2021 me: man, I'm stressed from work, I'm gonna play some FFXIV to wind down

me: *starts crafting and driving my blood pressure up with the RNG*

THEY'RE ALL EGGS

June 29, 2021 me grabbing FFXIV by the throat: explain to me why I have to go all the way to fuckass Outer Noscea to get puk eggs JUST to make SCRAMBLED EGGS. EXPLAIN. WHY. EGGS ARE EGGS MAN WHY DO THEY GOTTA BE PUK TO BE SCRAMBLED

V'kebbe is very cute

June 30, 2021 It's cute how occasionally you can find V'kebbe hanging out by the Bismarck because she loves their finger sandwiches so much

Was going to finish the CUL quests but I just don't have the energy to run around looking for ingredients across three countries, I just really don't. Normally I'm good about it but I'm just so tired today, no

I like it here

June 30, 2021 Cons of being in a JP-majority server: communicating can be difficult, hard to find EN-speaking friends

Pros of being in a JP-majority server: no scammers

And by scammers obviously I mean Western or EN-speaking scammers, I'm sure there are scammers in every data center in every language but since I don't speak them I'm safe!

Gotta go back and finish this (and all the other level 50 DoH quests I've not done because no materia)

July 4, 2021 Doing the CRP quests and god I hope nothing bad happens to Gairhad...

I just realised this quest I'm doing is called Memento Mori FUCK

I deserved that lmao

July 4, 2021 Finally doing the ALC quests, the last DoH to level before I do the MSQ for real and uh wow

I mean I *did* leave ALC for the last so that's fair of Severian tbh

I ended up really liking Severian, he's probably the only DoH guildmaster that I really feel for

July 4, 2021 Maelstrom ALC provisions: *needs ahriman wing*

Me: yeah no guess I'll just give up on that, that's like 11 levels above my main class

Severian: Please, my friend... I need your help

Me: *prepares to die in Northern Thanalan*

I absolutely got my ass kicked

Right as I just finished killing one, a Fate with loads of basilisks popped up and killed both my chocobo and summon lmao is this a sign

I'm going to kill two more ahrimans and if I still don't get a wing I'm just going to call it a day and go back to the MSQ...

Was about to get into it and then the same Fate popped up AGAIN. It's a sign, I tell you

Jacke!! I miss him!!

July 5, 2021 Finished the ROG storyline and man, I'm gonna miss him so much...

I'll see him again when I play L'Vazha tho :')

Going into further into OC hell

July 5, 2021 Idly worldbuilding for my FFXIV OCs and I just think it'd be neat if a multi-classed character retains their skills and abilities regardless of what they're maining as

Like Raginmar would have better-than-average stealth skills despite being a SMN main because of his lvl 31 ROG but he wouldn't be better than actual NIN L'Vazha

Hyllizirn and Kirika wouldn't be stealthy at all because they never picked up that class

Neither Raginmar nor Kirika would be good in a fistfight. Hyllizirn can hold her own for leveling in PGL, but L'Vazha would be an actual martial artist for being a MNK

Kirika would have some knowledge in arcanima because she would have needed to level in ACN to be a SCH, so she'd be able to discuss such arcane matters with Raginmar while Hyllizirn and L'Vazha wouldn't be able to make heads or tails of it

And for a melee DPS, L'Vazha would be unusually skilled at drawing enmity compared to Raginmar and Kirika for having had brief training as a GLD

Idk I think this would be fun to play around with, I'd like to really incorporate all this in a fic one day

Mr. Cat Man going places nya (hit)

July 5, 2021 Drafting out minor plot points and man, L'Vazha's looking more like the main character than Raginmar is

Never hurts to be polite imo

July 7, 2021 I gotta set up some chat macros, yesterday in Haukke I wanted to say thanks for waiting while I watched cutscenes and I just couldn't because tabbing through options took so long...

There's no auto translate for "thanks for waiting", hmm... maybe I should set up two macros, one in EN and one in JP?

I've always wanted to do a serial fic, maybe have it on a webpage + sent out by email for subscribers but that's such a pipe dream...

July 7, 2021 Ambitious brain wants to put out a weekly serial kind of thing about Raginmar and co., but I'm barely meeting both zine and work deadlines as it is hAHAHAHAHAHAHA (goes unhinged)

Fun times with Titan

July 8, 2021 We had to redo Titan thrice because our healer kept dying lmao the first time around I didn't dodge in time and got yeeted off, then the rest of the party died one by one

Second time around it was the healer who got yeeted and the tank was like "ABORT MISSION"

and we all jumped into the lava. Third time was the charm but by the time I got out of the cutscene they were all gone and I couldn't use my new chat macros to tell them I had fun (｡•́︿•̀｡)

Then things ended up being not so fun

July 8, 2021 Wait no

The realization hits

July 8, 2021 No no no no no

You can't tell me we're going to celebrate and then have me come home to dead comrades!!

July 8, 2021 Oh, it's personal now

Good thing I'm only leveling two and not all the classes

July 8, 2021 Coerthas-bound to the Observatorium but I'm going to take a break and do the BLM and SMN quests first

When will this pandemic end

July 8, 2021 Thinking about the Company of Heroes from yesterday… I think in any other situation I'd've been ticked off by them having Raginmar play errand boy for their party, but I too have not seen my good friends in a long time + wish to return to the good times I'd had with them in uni

OC hell! OC hell!

July 8, 2021 On the one hand: wants to play through MSQ

On the other hand: wants to go through past cutscenes to build the plot for Raginmar and the others

As if I'm not also logging in at 1am to play

July 9, 2021 How??? It's 1am!

It's not even a Friday night wtf

Thancred missing hours

July 9, 2021 Somewhat losing my mind with Thancred brainrot when I haven't even progressed far enough in the game for that important plot point involving him ahdjsjjdjmd

And Alphinaud's just plain tiny, that kid

July 10, 2021 Wondering if Raginmar's taller than average for a Hyur, or if Cid's just short...

I feel like Raginmar's average height, but then sometimes I pass an Elezen and he's about their height so I'm just ???? Is he tall for a Hyur or is he average?????

Not that it's a bad thing! He's sweet

July 10, 2021 Also I know I have no room to talk, being a Thancred fan, but now that I've met Haurchefant I'm guessing it's his personality and not his looks that's got people hooked

The dhalmelskin coat has a really shabby feel to it, it really reminds me of Ardyn and none of my characters are that sleazy or gloomy

July 10, 2021 At what level do I finally get access to some decent clothing for glamour pls the only one that piques my interest is the dhalmelskin coat and it doesn't even match Raginmar's style

FFXV EVENT IS COMING BACK, BAYBEEEEEE

July 10, 2021 YESSSSSSSS HELL YES

I've got like 3 alts I'm going to endgame MSQ with all of them so I can play this quest 4 times

Once I get that Kingsglaive title I'm never changing it

L'vazha will be starting in Ul'dah so I'll get to meet this Thancred!

July 10, 2021 So turns out you meet different members of the Scions at different starting areas and I'm like, you're telling me I could've met Thancred earlier if I started at Ul'dah???????

Here's a cute* thread about Raginmar and his stupid-in-love younger sister Hyllizirn

*cuteness certified by my good friend @whxyte

July 12, 2021 WoL brainrot hours: Raginmar, tired and jaded from all the (mis)adventures he's going through with the Scions, winding down at the end of the day with a mug of coffee.

Then Hyllizirn slams the door open and screeches for his help.

He almost thinks the worst until he actually hears what Hyllizirn is saying:

"Brother, help me, I think I'm in love with Kirika! What do I do????"

Then he almost drops his mug as his tired brain catches up and he's just ???????

He puts down the mug on a nearby table. Goes to Hyllizirn. Grasps her by the shoulder. Looks her very seriously in the eyes and says, "Lizzi, I want you to think about this.

"Have you ever seen me with a woman — or *anyone*, such that you think I would know what to do?"

Hyllizirn is blank for a few seconds as she processes this. The look of dawning realisation morphing into despair on her face is really quite impressive.

Raginmar is usually a very dependable older brother, but this is one area his aro/ace ass can't help his little sister with.

I was just laughing to myself while making breakfast thinking about this scenario. L'Vazha's no help, he's too busy trying not to die laughing, so Hyllizirn's forced to go ask for advice from other people; I haven't decided who yet. Would be funny if she went to the Scions lmao

In the end Raginmar tells her to go talk to their dads (a callback to the whole reason why he came to Eorzea in the first place) and it doesn't end with her confessing to Kirika or anything, but more of a soft understanding of her own feelings.

On his end, Raginmar's just happy he's not being asked to solve some national-level or world-ending crisis (although it sure felt that way for Hyllizirn). He's a little sad he can't help much, but he's happy that she still came to him for something as mundane as love troubles :')

I love this man

July 12, 2021 My current state right now:

o(-<

July 12, 2021 Thinking about @whxyte absolutely nailing me being a Thancred simp even before I'd met him

There's just something about pearl earrings that look so rich white suburban mom and I hate it

July 13, 2021 Made these HQ pearl earrings for Raginmar and god, they're so ostentatious on him

SMN's my favourite caster class so far, excited to try out RDM when I get the full game

July 13, 2021 SMN is now lv 50! Gotta take some time off of MSQ and do the job quests, then I'll switch to BLM to level it alongside the MSQ. Next on the classing table for Raginmar is MCH and that's not until Heavensward, so I'm pretty much set for now

OC hell beckons once more

July 13, 2021 Maybe I *should* make a bunny boy... like I don't really need yet another character in the story but I also can't think of a reason why any of the 4 would be a BRD/DNC

Wait no I did think of having Kirika level ARC, because I thought it'd be funny for her to have one (1) strong DPS skill out of all her generally-pacifistic healing ones, and BRD would allow her to be more supportive in combat

But her being DNC doesn't quite mesh with her character — I like making up reasons why they would learn this or that job, and DNC is just one that doesn't fit

This really grinds my gear tbh

July 13, 2021 Rhetorical question but it's killing me how everyone's freaked out the Scions being attacked and Minfilia and co. being captured — but not a single one of them mentioned Thancred

Portelaine: They observed four prisoners being led into the castrum: a Hyuran woman, an Elezen man, and two Lalafells─one male, one female.

Yda: It's them! It has to be! Minfilia, Urianger, Papalymo, and Tataru!

Me: Aren't you guys forgetting someone?!

Yes I'm talking about Thancred

July 13, 2021 The thing about playing a middle-aged ace man in FFXIV is that when I end up going full simp for an NPC I have absolutely no creative outlet to express it

Crying on my TL does not count

Someone was making a wolcred comic where Thancred is killed to get a reaction from the WoL and I'm just

Like I LOVE that trope, love that hurt/(no)comfort vibe — but it wouldn't work with Raginmar because Vin Diesel memes aside, the man is do or die for his *family*. There's no reason for an enemy to target someone like Thancred when there's his actual younger sister to threaten

For future context, some big-name WoW streamers got into FFXIV and led to an influx of new players on NA data centres — but the EU and JP data centres were absolutely left untouched

July 14, 2021 Holy shit

JP and EU DCs are *completely* clear — even Tonberry is open for new characters!

Really want to get to Storm Lieutenant but man the grind is hard

July 15, 2021 Finally made it to Chief Storm Sergeant yesterday! Hyllizirn would slowly rise up the ranks because she's not quite soldier material (not yet!), but Raginmar's quickly getting himself promotions because of something from his past...

Finally getting on with the fun part of the MSQ

July 16, 2021 Minfilia and co. rescued! Also I never want to hear Lahabrea's disgusting crusty-ass voice coming out of Thancred again, please and thank you

Also you know how shounen tropes always have this implausibly teenage hero stepping and being the main character ordering people around? That's Alphinaud. Feels like he's the shonen main character and the WoL's more like an overpowered side character

I yell about the Scions and Thancred a lot

July 16, 2021 Minfilia: we didn't think he'd be in danger investigating the Ascians alone

Papalymo: dude sure does more than he can handle though

Yda: yeah he volunteers himself for everything and works himself to death

Me (and likely by extension Raginmar):

Fucking really? You're all aware that Thancred tends to take all the burdens by himself, works himself to the bone and is likely physically and mentally exhausted and yet you still didn't see a problem sending him off to investigate the Ascians alone??? REALLY????

Also absolutely no one other than Papalymo enquired as to his whereabouts and even that was a foreshadowing for the whole Thancred-is-an-Ascian reveal at the end. What the hell? Do the rest of the Scions just not care about the man??

And I do mean: A LOT

July 16, 2021 Still mad about how none of the Scions seemed to be concerned about Thancred when they were first attacked, especially the bit where Portelaine describes the four captured Scions and no one wondered why Thancred isn't included in that list

It doesn't make sense. Even if you assume he's away like Yda and Y'shtola were in Gridania and Limsa Lominsa respectively, wouldn't the first step be to look for him so that the three can regroup? Even if he was away infiltrating enemy territory, you can't drop him a linkshell?

The first thing you do after an attack that basically wiped out your entire group is to regroup all the survivors. You need to take stock of who's still available before you do something as grandiose as announcing the Scions are back (looking at you, Alphinaud)

Regrouping aside, the fact that no one showed concern for his whereabouts even after Minfilia and co.'s survival and location was confirmed is really something I don't understand — and I know it's just a tiny detail but god it's so irritating

And it's not like he's been gone all this time! Whenever you visit the Waking Sands he's always there in the main hall, seated with his head down and generally being a suspicious foreshadowing — which means there was a likelihood he could've been there when the Empire attacked

(yes he was likely already possessed by then but the WoL and others wouldn't have known! It's a likely assumption to make!)

It's not like he's an unimportant minor character. He's not like Arenvald, someone you'd know if you'd only bothered to wander around and talk to NPCs. He's THE Scion you meet in the Ul'dah questline! He's a big deal! And no one seemed to care if he was dead or alive!

Anyway sorry I keep yelling about this but for a game that's usually quite good in its storytelling, this just feels like such a glaring omission

I say funny but it's really a bit astonishing how they're handing over this important role to someone they've only known for a few months, give or take

July 16, 2021 I think the Scions asking newbie adventurer WoL to lead an elite unit in the middle of what amounts to a war campaign is incredibly funny

The rest of the Scions are in supporting roles for Eorzea's Grand Companies and here you have newbie adventurer WoL in a full command role and taking point in sieging strongholds

Ngl that's a bit much to ask, especially if standard tropes mean the WoL is a young adventurer

"Yours is the most important role of all, and like to be the most dangerous." You're really sending off this newbie adventurer scrub to his death just like that, huh?

I'm a huge fan of story-based games, so skipping the story had never even occured to me. It's wild that some people are actually recommending new players to skip ARR because "it's bad"

July 17, 2021 I understand that people can play however they want and everybody from RPers to those really into worldbuilding to minmaxers are all very valid But man, why would you play a story-based RPG if you're gonna skip the story?

Worse, why would you actively encourage people to skip the story??? Like shit, are you gonna tell people to skip the first season of a TV series and head straight to the second and third? It doesn't make sense

Now there's five of them!

July 17, 2021 Anyway made a very beautiful bunny boy and I'm unfortunately very attached to him now pls help

Haven't figured out a name for him yet but he's a wandering performer (DNC/BRD) on the run from a painful past

He's probably the prettiest out of my whole cast of OCs... damn

He's so pretty, I can't wait to play him

July 18, 2021 Hoping Twitter doesn't compress these to hell and back — have decided on his name! He is called Canso the Songbird and I cannot stop looking at him why is he so pretty

The rest of them!

July 18, 2021 Playing around in the character creation as I do and I really like how they look in these shots

These shots too

Apparently he has a Mads Mikkelsen vibe in the first shot which was unintentional — but I'll take it!

July 19, 2021 The man is about due for some new crisp screenshots hehe the level 50 summoner outfit doesn't look too bad but man I really want to get some better glams for this guy

"crisp screenshots" lmao who am I fooling

Raginmar telling me to stop playing, it's Maghrib already

July 19, 2021 I usually have Raginmar sit down on this bench before logging out and every time I log back in he's reading the tahiyat awal, what is this

Unspoken solidarity in respecting new players who are watching cutscenes

July 19, 2021 Doing Toto-Rak and was on the waiting end of someone watching a cutscene for the first time. Usually I've had people waiting for me do emotes but this time everyone just unanimously decided to stand ready while waiting for the other person to finish the cutscene hehe

Getting knee-capped by the BLM questline

July 19, 2021 Me at the start of the lv. 50 black mage quest: haha Venti

Me at the end of the quest: ?????? my kokoro????? hurts???????

In celebration of finally hitting level 50 with black mage, I will... make the level 50 weapon Astrolabe that requires materials from multiple timed nodes

How is this a celebration

Aw heck just realised I need to be a Lieutenant to get the whetstone and I haven't finished the required hunting logs yet + I'm out of Storm seals.... can't make it after all HECK

(14 hours later) maybe I should grind for the Regalia, who knows if the event will come back again...

July 20, 2021 There are no words to describe how much I dislike the Gold Saucer... just came back from finishing the event quest and I do NOT want to go back, I don't need the Regalia anyway

Also near the airship landing there's a man telling his child son to work at the silver mines for a few months until his debt is paid and I'm just ?????? That's TERRIBLE

Time to suffer through the MSQ as a CNJ!

July 20, 2021 I was going to wait until I'd at least finished HW with Raginmar to level my alts, but I'm gonna level Kirika to at least 15 to do the event quest — the vexed emote would look SO cute on her

Kinda nervous that the queue for my world was gonna be ridiculous but turns out it's only 16 haha PHEW

#dualcast records #dualcast records: arr #oh god please let this work

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slytherweasley · 3 years

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Smutober/Kinktober- sextape (Draco Malfoy x reader)

Warnings: oral, unprotected sex

You’re going away for summer which means you’re not going to see Draco for a couple months. Draco has a high sex drive which you have developed yourself. No sex for months is a problem for him.

“Babe I need something to touch myself to” I take out my phone “Lets just make a video” “Sex tape?” He asks “Yes.” You set up your phone on the nightstand and press record.

Draco kisses you passionately knowing it’s his last time with you and it’s all on video. He grabs your breasts massaging them, you let out a small whimper against his lips.

Draco slowly undressed you leaving hickeys on your neck and breasts. He undoes your bra letting your breasts out on display for him. His mouth immediately goes to them sucking on your nipple and massaging the other one. He desperately sucks on your nipple changing to the other one.

“Fuck Dray” you moan, Draco loves your boobs, he especially likes paying them attention. You grind on his clothed dick “Shit baby, easy” he says. You take off his top, he kisses down your stomach and sucks on your inner thighs. You were so incredibly wet and ready for his mouth.

“Damn baby, so wet you got your underwear all wet too” he rubs your clit through the thin material of your underwear. He grabs your phone getting a close up, he pulls down your underwear spreading your legs further so he can get a good view of you pussy.

He shows the camera your wet pussy, “Look at how pretty it is, I’m about to ruin it” his fingers move through your folds making you squirm. You take the phone from him as he does down on you licking your clit. From behind the camera it picks up your sweet moans and whimpers. “Oh baby, it feels so good” you moan “Fuck right there” your hand grabs his hair pulling on it.

You place it at an angle on the night stand getting everything in shot. Your hands go to your breasts playing with them as you finish. “So good Dray” you compliment him “I just want to be inside you” he says taking off his pants, his hard on is apparent in his underwear. He pulls down his underwear and lines his dick up with your wet entrance.

He takes the phone again showing the camera as his dick glides through your folds. He pushes himself inside you, his long groan can be heard on the camera. The camera shows his perspective, how he pounds into you and rubs your already sensitive clit.

“Oh fuck Dray, so good” your voice fills up the room “So wet, so tight all for me” he groans. The sound of your skin slapping against each other starts getting louder as Draco pounds into you feeling himself get close. You squeeze around him, he lets out a loud moan “Fuck baby, whatever you did keep doing that” he says.

As he cums inside you, you squeeze around him finishing. “Look at that pussy, all mine, my cum dripping out her pretty little cunt” he turns off the camera.

“We did so good” he says wiping you up with the towel. “I can’t wait to watch that back” “Me too.”

#harry potter #hp imagine #smut #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy imagine #kinktober #sex tape fic #smutober

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sadomas0chist · 3 years

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perfect strangers

MINORS DNI // 18+

part one; part two; part three

genre: nsfw // fluff

pairings: jean kirschtein x female reader

word count: 4k

tags/warnings: slow burn (?), penetrative sex, dom jean, praising kink, slight breeding kink, oral sex (male receiving), fluff, confessions, cute jean (yes this needs a warning) cheesiness.

synopsis: you discover something jean has been keeping for himself and it ends up adding all the puzzle pieces together.

a.n: i don’t usually add songs for you to listen to while reading my work, but if you want to get in the mood stream Last Days Of Summer by Summer Walker. thank me later.

i would also like to add that this was meant to be a short series. i got other fan-fiction ideas and need to answer some of your requests. also, i know this part is kind of cheesy but jean is a big softie i can’t help it.

“Connie, what’s taking you so long?” I yelled from our porch, swirling my car keys around my finger. I heard more shuffling coming from our apartment before Connie rushed out, Jean following him, throwing his hoodie on, covering the shirt that was squeezing his muscles.

“I was looking for my dab pen,” he took a hit and blew the smoke in my face. I coughed pushing his shoulder making him miss the step and almost colliding with the ground. I snickered and walked past Jean to my car door before he grabbed my arm and pushed me back.

“Passenger seat babe.” he looked down at me with his lazy smile. I scoffed swatting his arm away, only to be lifted from the ground. “Jean you prick!” I yelled moving my legs around.

“And I’m the kid.” Connie laughed getting in the backseat, clearly not suspicious of his homie’s behavior. I sighed getting into the passenger seat and crossed my arms.

Jean mirrored my action, before cussing, as he felt squeezed by how tiny the space was. “Damn aren’t you a small thing?” he teased backing up the seat so he could feel more comfortable. He smacked my thigh making my eyes widen. I looked down to see him holding out his hand, motioning me to give him the keys. I rolled my eyes and slammed them down his hand. He chuckled before shaking his head and mumbled something underneath his breath.

He wrapped his arm around my seat, tilting his head backward, putting the car in reverse, and slowly drove back. He winked at me before he shifted gears. The car ride was basically Connie singing out loud to songs and Jean casually joining in, their interaction reminding me of Hitch and I.

After what happened last night, I texted the girls’ group chat and told them everything that happened and how Jean was suddenly becoming more and more possessive which was honestly uncalled for. If I want to overthink it, he was always somewhat flirtier with me than he was with any girl when we used to hang out back in the day. However, Sasha and Mikasa didn’t elaborate much into it as they told me to shrug it off, whilst Hitch was rather excited about me having a ‘sneaky link’.

And honestly, I’d be lying if I said he didn’t turn me on… I mean look at him. He’s at least 6 feet tall with sexy sleeve tattoos and a gorgeous mullet. His stubble fit him perfectly and his jaw was sharp. He looked so different and delicious.

“We’re here!” Connie shouted into my ear, shaking me off of my thoughts. Jean had already parked and was taking his seatbelt off. I followed his gesture and got out of the car, carefully closing the door behind me, Connie already outside taking a few hits of his dab pen. Our gaze locked, his lips instantly forming into a smile as he threw his arm around my shoulders and brought my head closer to his lips, kissing my temple. I grinned wrapping my hand around his torso and leaned my head on his shoulder.

I was lucky to have a brother like him. He always made sure I was okay and had everything I need and wanted. He was my support system and I couldn’t ask for more. “All good?” he mumbled, tilting his slightly towards Jean who was typing something on his phone, probably waiting for us before going into the diner.

I nodded and he squeezed my arm. “Come on, let’s go inside, the weather is chilly today.” Jean held the door open as we walked in and spotted an empty table. It was connected to a couch, two other chairs placed on the opposite side of the table.

I sat on the couch, my back relaxing into the soft red leather, before feeling the seat dip next to me. I tilted my head, only to be met with Jean’s cocky expression. Connie managed to sit on one of the chairs and tapped his fingers on the wooden table. “Y’all in the mood for burger and fries?”

“Yeah, I’m fucking starving,” Jean stated leaning back into his seat, spreading his legs. I nodded and took out my phone from my pocket setting it on the table. We called over for the waitress and placed our orders. “I forgot to ask you, how are your studies going y/n?” he added, dropping his head on his fist that rested against the wood and looked at me. Connie rested his elbows on the table, intrigued by the conversation.

“I’m doing good actually. I still have some things to get done and I’ll finally have some free time for myself. I honestly can’t wait until I’m done with this semester. It’s so tough and for what.” I whined, dropping my head against my crossed arms. His hand wrapped around my shoulder and pushed me towards him, my head colliding with his chest. Taken off guard, my arms wrapped around his torso. “Aw, come on you’ll do great, you got nothing to worry about.” he patted my head and gently stroked my hair. I blushed at his move, my stomach forming a knot. He was being extremely soft and gentle and I'd be lying if I said that it wasn't surprising.

“Here you go.” the waitress cheered placing our food down. She eyed Jean before averting her gaze from him as he pushed me closer to him, my head closer to his chest. I breathed into his cologne and managed to hear his heartbeat. Fast. His heart was beating so fucking fast.

Connie didn’t seem to mind as he laughed at his phone before turning it to Jean, showing him the picture of a half-naked model showing off her ass, a man who looked to be her boyfriend standing next to her. “Baldie I’m still here.” I scrunched my face. “Although the dude is kinda hot,” I added. Once the following words left my lips, Jean’s hand swiftly moved down my ass to grab it, making me slightly jump. I looked up to see him glaring down at me then looked back at Connie’s phone. Did this just happen?

“Doesn’t she have a boyfriend?” He cocked his eyebrow making Connie roll his eyes. “Man you used to like it when I showed you pictures like that." he shook his head locking his phone. He stayed silent for a few seconds before pointing at Jean with a big grin. "Oh my god, you are seeing someone!” he whispered.

I removed myself from Jean’s grasp and adjusted my clothes as I dived into my food, enjoying the warm feeling down my throat. “Nah dude, although I must admit that I've been thinking nonstop about someone lately,” he confessed taking a bite of his burger, Connie doing vulgar movements with his hands before he did the same.

“Jesus Connie,” I whined throwing a fried potato at him. “We’re eating.”

“Um, excuse me?” He scoffed as Jean laughed, muttering a small 'here we go', obviously aware of what my brother was about to say next. “The Jean Kirschtein I know doesn’t catch feelings. This dude is a damn sex machine. Which I can relate to but you know what I’m saying." he raised his hands up. "Now tell me, who got you so wrapped around their fingers you can’t even flirt with other women now?” He paused before adding, “ And don’t think I forgot how you pushed off that girl who tried to grind on you two days ago at the club.” I frowned, all of this not making any sense to me. How could he be sleeping with me but seeing someone else at the same time?

I felt sick, my fingers dropping the sauce I was about to pour on my fries as I excused myself to the bathroom. I made my way into the small area and looked at my reflection. I felt dirty. I felt used. Was I going to wreck a whole relationship? Or whatever he calls it.

The door swung open minutes after, revealing Jean. He had a serious expression on his face as he approached me, my ass now pressed against the sink, his tall frame towering me.

“Why’d you leave?” he questioned moving my hair from my face, cupping my cheeks. “I wanted to wash my hands,” I replied trying to free myself from his grasp but miserably failed. I frowned as I tried to push him away again, but his hands grabbed my wrists holding them down. “I don’t believe you, I think you got jealous,” he smirked, his lips inches away from mine. I glared at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction he was seeking.

“Jean let me go. Someone might walk in and Connie is waiting for us outside, also, the food won’t stay hot for long and I want to-“

“I was talking about you silly.” he interrupted me, his thumb now rubbing my bottom lip. “You’re so fucking gorgeous it’s unreal,” he mumbled. “Can I kiss you?”

What was happening… I stared into his eyes that were focusing on my lips. Could he be telling the truth? What if he just wants to get in my- oh wait, he already did… Fuck that was so overwhelming.

“Jean I don’t think it’s a good idea-“

“Yes or no?” I thought for a moment before softly nodding. “I need to hear it.”

“I want you to kiss me…” I whispered almost as if I didn’t want anyone to hear me, including him. I’ve always felt different around Jean and I never knew why, at least until now. He smiled lifting my head up with his finger under my chin, his lips resting against mine gently. My hands gripped onto his hoodie, kissing him with much passion.

I felt safe. I felt good. I felt content.

“You got my heart working overtime, y/n.” he confessed. I wasn’t able to process everything as it all felt like a fever dream. What if I just wake up and it turns out to be a dream. Did he just confess that he likes me in a diner’s restroom? My heart was beating so fast, my thoughts furiously rushing through my brain.

After Jean left to study in France, we never kept in touch. It is true that we used to be friends because of his friendship with Connie and it always felt different from my other friendships with other men like Eren or Reiner, but the distance and the lack of communication turned us into strangers and killed the ‘connection’ that was bonding us. I thought it was just a tiny teenage crush, but ever since he came back, everything returned to the way it used to be.

“Connie is probably getting worried about me.” I said making him let go of my grasp, his eyes still holding the same expression as before. I made my way out of the restrooms and slid my hands into my pockets. “Hey, I was about to follow you, you good?”

“Absolutely.” I smiled at him and sat back down taking small bites of my food.

“Y/n, you know you can talk to me about anything right?” he took a sip of his soda looking at me worryingly. “Of course, I’m fine really.” I reached out to squeeze his hand. A few minutes went by and Jean was back on the table with us. We jumped from a conversation to another, casually laughing as we brought back the old days.

Connie proposed to drive back and we didn’t mind since we both fell full from the food. Jean sat in the passenger seat as I lead down on the backseat, texting the girls every single detail of what happened today. It didn’t take them long to start bombarding me with replies.

‘Holy fuck he said what now? He’s fucking WHIPPED.’

‘I did hear him saying something about a girl when we hung out with Connie four days ago but I would have never thought that it would be about you…’

Seriously Sasha? I sighed and locked my phone dropping it on my chest. It didn’t take us long to arrive at the apartment we were now sharing with him.

***

I dropped on my bed, stripped down naked as my blanket was the only material covering me. I thought about what Jean told me back in that diner. I sighed closing my eyes. As I was almost about to fall asleep, my phone chimed on my nightstand.

I reached out to grab it, the message showing on my lock-screen making me open wildly my eyes.

-jean

you up? if you are, can i come into ur room?

I hesitated, my fingers hovering over my keyboard, occasionally typing something then deleting it.

-me

why? wassup?

It didn’t take him long to text me back.

-jean

i can’t sleep and i want to talk to you

I sighed typing a simple ‘okay’ and got up to put a shirt on. I heard a light knock on my door as I slid on the fabric, my hand reaching out to turn the doorknob.

“Hi,” I stepped aside, indicating him to come in before carefully closing the door. He sat on my bed and tapped on the mattress. I sat next to him and waited for him to talk about whatever he’s been wanting to get off his chest.

“About what I said earlier, uhm,” he cleared his throat.

“If you’re here to say that you didn’t mean it, you could have said it over text.” I assumed raising my eyebrow. It wouldn’t be the first time something like that happened to me and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with any bullshit, especially after getting my feelings mixed up. If he was about to mess around, I should do the same and ignore whatever I was feeling, hoping it would fade away over time.

“No, why would I do that?” he frowned and looked at me weirdly. Oh well, spoke too soon I guess. “I just wanted to make sure I didn’t make you uncomfortable. Listen y/n,” he paused searching for the words. “I don’t want you to think I’m doing this to get laid. We made an agreement and if I just wanted to have sex with you I wouldn’t have said anything about well, liking you.”

I stayed silent waiting for him to finish. The moonlight was the only source of light in the room as it peeked through my window. It was quite peaceful. “I think, no, I know I’ve liked you for a while. I never acted on it because your brother once threatened me jokingly about messing me up if I hurt you, and regarding the person I used to be, I would have most probably ended up hurting you and because of that, I decided to sleep on whatever I was feeling and hoped I'd move on from it. But holy fuck you and grew into such a smart and beautiful woman, I couldn’t help but let my feelings for you emerge again.” He cupped my cheek with his hand bringing me closer.

Fucking hell someone pinch me right now, I must be dreaming.

“However if you don’t like me back, or don’t want to hook up with me anymore, I’d totally understand.” I stared at him as I felt like I was looking at a different person. Now I get why Connie was so surprised when he heard Jean talking like that back at the diner. That wasn’t the Jean I was used to, or at least the Jean he became when he left for college. I wasn’t familiar with this new character development if I might call it.

“Why… why are you telling me all of this now?” I whispered, shifting in my seat to sit closer to him, our knees slightly brushing against each other. He brought his hand around the nape of my neck and pulled me closer to him. “You got my mind going crazy.” and with that, I pressed my lips against his, instantly feeling his lips kiss me back.

I straddled his lap and slid my tongue between his lips, our kiss sloppy and slow. His hands moved down to grip my ass, pushing me further to him, my bare cunt brushing against the soft fabric of his shorts. A moan escaped my lips as he gripped the hem of my shirt, lifting it, my nipples exposed to the chilly air. "Wait..." I pulled away and rested my hands on his chest. "We're gonna have to tell Connie."

He smiled and reached out to kiss me again. "First thing tomorrow. I don't think your brother is that oblivious anyway." he chuckled and squeezed my hips. I laughed, bringing his face closer to mine kissing him gently.

Our make-out session became more urgent ad rushed. Jean lied back, his hands resting on my waist as I took off my shirt. His hands reached out to grab my breast, fondling it with his big hand. My hips moved against him, the feeling of wanting to be filled by him becoming unshakeable. Removing myself off his hips, I crawled down and pulled down his sweats along with his briefs, his erection slapping against his stomach. I smirked at him as I began pumping his length, soft groans escaping his lips. I swirled my tongue over his tip and slit before sliding him down my throat, coating him with my spit. "Shit," his hips bucked forward, his cock going deeper down my throat. I started bobbing my head, my tongue running over his underside, feeling the pulsation of his prominent vein. Our eyes locked, his mouth agape and his chest slightly rising from his deep breathing. His hand fell on his eyes as he threw his head back, his fat cock now throbbing.

“Y/n, ah, fuck-“ he hissed grabbing a fistful of my hair and guided my head. I knew he was close and it made me wet as well. My fingers were already rubbing circles on my sensitive bud, my climax as close as his. I removed his dick from my mouth and straddled his lap. I aligned him to my entrance and slowly sunk onto him, sighs leaving both of our lips.

He felt insanely deep within me, his size stretching perfectly. I rested my hands on his chest as I ground on him, his hand lacing around my neck to bring me closer to him, his lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss. His tongue slipped in my mouth as his hand made their way to my ass, squeezing my cheeks and moving me upwards. I moaned into his mouth, my nipples brushing against his chest. I sat back up, my hands prompted back on his chest as I bounced my ass on him.

“Ride my cock baby just like that.” he moaned out. We were both already close to our orgasm, the sensitivity sending us off the edge. “You ride me so good, but-“ he sat up pushing me off him. “I want to fuck it in you,” he smirked pulling me off the bed and walking me to the wall, my back pressed against it. He wrapped his arms underneath my thighs and lifted me up, my legs snaking around him.

“Now stay quiet while I stuff you eh?” he breathed, pushing his tip inside me before thrusting his hips forward, almost hitting my cervix. My face hid in the crook of his neck, doing my best to silence my moans. My back moved against the cold wall, his whimpers and moans growing louder in my ear.

I shut my eyes close when he began rolling his hips faster, my orgasm rushing through my body. “Jean…” I whimpered tugging on his hair, my heels digging in his back. My arm was wrapped underneath his, my fingers scratching his back. I clenched around him making him hiss and fuck me harder, indicating that he was also close to reaching his climax.

“You wanna come with me?” I nodded staring at him with half-lidded eyes. “Yeah…” I mumbled out, biting down on my lower lip to keep quiet. “Yeah?” he mocked with a smirk before he started kissing my neck, occasionally leaving small bites next to my collarbone.

I wrapped my arms tighter around him, my thighs shaking as my orgasm ripped through me. He quickly followed ropes of cum shooting inside me. He whimpered, stroking himself a little bit more before pulling out and carefully putting me down. As soon as my feet touched the floor, his semen began leaking out of my opening down my leg.

“Well shit better clean that.” he ran his fingers up my legs before pushing his cum back in me making me gasp. “You’re good now,” he smirked before lifting me off again, this time in bridal style as he walked me to the bed, carefully putting me down. “I would’ve loved to shower with you,” he stroked my cheek, his body hovering over me. “But I don’t want your brother walking in on us like that. At least not before I tell him everything.” he poked my nose before kissing my forehead.

I nodded my head, smiling at him. “I like you so fucking much,” he admitted once again, this time his lips kissing mine.

“I like you too.” he cocked an eyebrow at my confession. “I knew it,” he whispered and kissed my cheek.

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“Uhh, back the fuck up.” Connie pointed at Jean who was wrapping his arm around me in the kitchen. “You two like each other?” he waved his finger between us before stuffing his fork in his mouth again. I nodded and pushed myself closer to Jean. “Oh no.” he groaned pushing himself off his stool.

“No no no no no…” he repeated in annoyance as he walked past us. I frowned, turning to see him throwing himself on the couch. He threw his head back, another groan leaving his lips as he ran his hands us his face.

“I thought you’d be happy for me, what’s-“

“You had sex while I was in here?” he accused us dramatically in a high-pitched voice, faking his tears. Jean instantly laughed at his friend’s accusation. I let out a sigh of relief and shook my head before laughing at Connie who was fake gagging.

“We only did it the night you saw us together.” I played off. Connie gave me a ‘you think I’m stupid’ look and sighed.

“It was an everyday thing.” Jean corrected making me elbow his waist. He winced pinching my hip earning another hit. “Seriously man?” Connie whined. I mean, at least he wasn’t mad about us liking each other. The only thing that irked him, which is by the way overdramatized and ends up being one of his silly plays, is the fact that I had sex with him when he was sound asleep.

Connie sighed, his annoyed expression turning into a sly one. “I knew you two were fucking!” he laughed sticking his tongue out and clapping his hands. “Now that I’m positive that my sister got cuffed by someone I trust, I can finally sleep in peace.” I rolled my eyes before raising my hand to smack him but Jean pulled me closer to him making it impossible for me to move.

I looked up only to be met with his browns orbs already looking down at me with pure adoration. I could tell he was going to be one of the best things that have ever happened to me and I couldn’t be more thankful. Connie was still talking but I didn’t hear a word he said. Instead, I buried my face into his red hoodie and held him tightly. Who would have thought that my insignificant crush would actually make me feel so lucky?

“-she was and still is everything I’ve always wanted.” I heard him say before kissing my forehead.

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“Our Little Adventure”

A/N: Hiiii Bbbys this is my first ever time to collab with @neosmutcollective for their ncssunnyside and aah everything in this fic is fluffy and that boyfriend lovely vibes sooo yeaa I hope you enjoy as much as I do 🎀

“NOT PROOFREAD”

Warnings: Pet Name(Princess), Smut, Semi-public sex(?), Tent Sex

Word Count: 2764

Summary: It's finally summer break so your boyfriend planned for the two of you to have a staycation near the beach to get away from the city for a while, little did he know you prepared a suprise for him, you finally agree to give him your v card and with that your staycation will be one of the most special events in your relationship.

The long-awaited summer break for all the students in campus is finally here, most importantly a most awaited one for you because your boyfriend told you that he plans to take you somewhere special to get away from the city for a while.“Y/N, so where is this special place Jaemin is planning to take you” your friend Winter asks as she packs her things from her locker, you peek at her locker and sighed at her question because honestly you don’t know where Jaemin is planning to take you as he said he wants it to be a surprise.“Actually he wouldn’t tell me he said it’s a surprise” her mouth had a “O” shape when you told her about it, and it made her look at you for a glimpse second.“Do you plan loosing it this summer?” Winter asks you but you seem to not understand her question so you furrow you eyebrows, as you do so she finishes up her last item to pack and then turns around to look at you “You’re v-card” it was now your turn for you’re mouth to turn into a “O” as you think about what she just said.“Well I don’t know I feel really scared” you admit to her because truth be told you’ve always opened up to her how you and Jaemin would always try to start making out but it would never go beyond that though Jaemin is not forcing you with anything you feel his bulge every time beneath your core and wanting to go further but is too scared to do so, that’s why it always just end there “I want to give it to him but I lack the balls to do so” you tell her as you fidget with your hands.“Y/N, it’s Jaemin don’t worry ok, you’ve been inseparable ever since we were kids and I know you trust each other, so I think it will be well if it leads further to that but still don’t force yourself if you don’t like” she tells you caressing your shoulders to comfort you, but she then remembers something as she then searches in her bag, as she found it she released a relieved sigh before handing it to you, you looked at it carefully and as you looked at it further it was a condom, you were about to ask her why she has a unused box of condom but the very man itself you were talking about suddenly begins calling your name from the halls so you quickly hide the box in your bag.“Y/N, Y/N” he called as he run towards you hugging you from the back “I missed you” he exclaims and just then he notices Winter so he greets him too “Hey there Winter” Winter gave him a smile back and said “Hey there too Jaemin” as she checks her locker for one last time to make sure she did not leave anything.“You guys better enjoy your trip” she said as she was finally done with her arrangements “We will” Jaemin said while still hugging you from the back, Winter was about to move a step forward when you grab her arm “Yes Y/N?” she ask in an angelic tone playing innocent about what she just gave you.“You will have to explain to me about that” she furrows her brows to act confuse and instead of answering you she just pats you in the shoulder and winked as she finally made her way out of your bubble.“Is something wrong” Jaemin ask as he spins you around to pin you over the locker on your back, you look him in the eye as you push him away from you “No PDA right Jaem” you pick your things up so you can finally leave school to go home “You seem suspicious” Jaemin says as you both begin walking.“Nothing is wrong Jaemin, Winter just broke one of our secret pacts that’s all” you opted to lie to him as you can’t tell him the real truth why you are all fuzzy, he grabs your arms to look at you “Are you sure” he asks to check if you are lying, you look him in the eye and told him “Yes, Jaem that’s all” he gave you a smile as he grabs the things you are holding for him to hold it instead.You and Jaemin head towards his car to drive to the secret destination Jaemin planned, what’s sad about this trip though is that it’s only going to be a staycation because your parents will be back two days from now and unfortunately you and Jaemin still haven’t really told them about your relationship nor your trip because your parents are on the stricter side.Jaemin opens the door for you and once you were set he quickly went inside, he immediately looked at you with a big smile and asked “Are you excited princess?” he caressed your face with his thumb as you lean your face towards his touch “More than excited” you cited while thinking about your plan for him too, the drive was filled with wonder as Jaemin made you laugh and secured at the same time he was the best boyfriend and best friend you could ever wish for.“We are here” Jaemin announced to wake you up from your mini slumber because the drive was so long, you gave her a grin like smile as you stretch your arms doing so Jaemin quickly heads out the car to open your door for you to help you out, he also pulled out a blind fold which makes you knit your brows “Trust me I have a surprise you will like” and with his words you agree to be led blindfolded to the magical place he prepared.He walked you with outmost care and patience guiding you properly so you won’t fall, with one last step he pulls the blindfold open for you to see the most romantic surprise ever, he prepared a dinner near the beach with a tent set up near it “I know it’s not much but I hope you like it” Jaemin tells you while scratching the back of his head “What do you mean not much Jaem this is too wondeful and no words can describe how happy I am” your words filled his face with a colorful smile instead of worry that once filled him “I’m glad you like it” you turn to him to kiss him passionately to thank him, when he breaks the kiss he led you to the dinner table.The dishes he prepare were both of you’re favorites that’s why you can’t help but appreciate him more, “Jaemin how could you prepare this wonderful thing oh my god” you moaned as you munch on your food “Well of course anything for you, did you know I even woke up early to prepare this” he bragged even though truth be told he hired someone to set the table up and ordered some of the dishes from a restaurant he enjoys but though he actually cooked two of the dishes you have right now but nevertheless he is glad that you are enjoying.The dinner was absolutely amazing and as you finished both you and Jaemin decided to take a stroll in the fresh air to digest also to be able to star gaze, you both held hands never letting go of each other while smiling like fools each time, this is how you feel when you’re madly in love Jaemin thought as he can’t help but admire every little thing about you.The sky was getting darker making it a signal for the both of you that it’s fairly late so you decided to go back and head to the tent but you can help but stop at the entrance of the tent “Are we sleeping in one tent?” you ask him feeling the heat creep up your cheeks “Oh I just brought one but I’ll just sleep in the car” he said as he was about to grab his pillows but before doing so you tug at his shirt “N-no stay sleep here with me” you tell him with a bit more confidence.With that here you are both now widely awake next to each other, Jaemin joked to break the tension that was clearly visible as this was the first time you are sleeping beside Jaemin for the whole night, not that you two are a innocent little couple it’s just you still feel shy all the time.The night went on and so did Jaemin’s jokes he made you laugh too much that your stomach aches already, but as time pass it’s as if slumber was taking a toll on him so he joked less and was already shutting his eyes, silence filled the room then but as it did you remember your plan that you have forgotten, one side of you tells you to just drop it but one side of you tells you to not that’s why you choose the latter and grew the balls to do the act “Are you sleeping Jaem?” you turn to him as you plop one elbow to look at him, he opens his eyes to smile at you and asked “Something wrong princess” you trace his nose down to his lips which makes him giggle as you stopped in his mouth he kissed it which makes you giggle, you stopped and looked at Jaemin seriously this time before you suddenly kissed him passionately, with your kiss for Jaemin his once drowsiness was now gone as he kept wanting more as the kiss grows more passionate.✄Somehow all the kissing has brought you sitting down in Jaemin’s body to be connected to each other more, you were both severely making out teeth clashing, heavy breathes and moans filling the room, you also feel his growing bulge underneath you that’s why Jaemin begins to slow down but you were not planning to so you begin grinding you’re hips to feel him and for him to feel you so he suddenly breaks the kiss and held you in place “Y/N stop that, if you continue that I might not be able to control myself and take advantage” he said as he pants catching his breath “Then don’t , don’t control yourself” you said as you pushed him down for him to lie down as you re-start grinding at his crotch, Jaemin was in awe with your statement even wanting to stop you but pleasure was over taking him more and more that’s why instead of breaking free he grabs you to make him be on top of you, now it was you’re turn to be in awe to see this side of Jaemin, he begins by kissing you from you’re forehead , nose then stopping by your lips to kiss you deep, slowly he is down your neck savoring each area until he sucked that sweet spot earing a moan from you, he made a pattern he would suck, lick and kiss and his pattern made you feel so restless due to your aching need down there that’s why you tug at his shirt for him to pull it off to which he gladly did, when he removed his shirt you can’t help but admire his finely toned body so your hands went traced his chest, abs until your down to the place that covers his manhood “Y/N he moans” you quickly stopped what you were doing to strip yourself off your dress leaving you with only your under garments, your bra and panty were a matching pink with bows that really depicts your style, cute and feminine.Jaemin quickly kissed your shoulders slowly and sensually while his hand is pulling down the straps of your bra and the other hand finding the hook to unclasp it, once he unclasped it you suddenly feel the cold and begin to feel shy you quickly covered yourself but Jaemin removes your hands “It’s alright princess ok” he tells you so you quickly remove your hands from your breast for him to finally see it, he looks at you in the eye before he gives his full attention towards your breasts while circling your cloth clit, you couldn’t help but arch your back with the too much pleasure you are having, once Jaemin decided he had enough with your breasts he pulls you panty seductively after he saw your pussy he quickly dived in licking it which makes you shiver, he begins eating you out slowly while he pups one finger inside you, you begin tugging at his hair and slowly his pace was too slow for you that’s why you ask him to go faster “Jae-Jaemin oh holy I- I want you more” he stops what he was doing to look at you “How do you want me more?” he asks which makes you go insane “I want, want you to eat me faster” you said as you finally let go of your shyness, he does what you said he indeed fasten his pace, he ate you with much vigor and began pushing two finger inside you which you did not expect, it felt like the best thing ever that’s why soon you were cumming all over him.You were a huge mess, shivering but as you do Jaemin begins undressing himself further by removing his pants and boxers to finally free his fully erect cock that leaks with pre-cum, he pumps it a few times before opening your legs and gliding inside smoothly, the stretch hurt it was nothing like how his fingers stretched you but as soon as he was in you remembered something “Jaemin baby wait condom” you shouted and he cursed under his breath that he forgot about that one “I-I don’t have one he says” you point your bag at him “I-I have in my bag the bigger zipped part” you said which makes him shocked for a bit that you are prepared about this and that you did not make him stop midway, he pulled out for a while and began searching your bag, you moved your head away from him closing your eyes a bit to re think what you are currently doing and just then he arrives with wiggly hands, he unboxes the condom and removes it’s foil then gently sliding it in his cock.He slides inside you once again as you feel the stretch once more but this time deeper, he stops to let you adjust “Tell me when you’re ready” he tells you while holding himself back “I’m ready you tell him” Jaemin went really slow to not hurt you and it honestly still hurt and it was visible in your face that’s why to distract you he kisses you lovingly and begins whispering sweet words, once the hurt turned into pleasure you made him go faster, he went in a fast pace so fast that your tits were bouncing and all there is in your mind was how good he feels inside you that’s why soon after you began seeing stars and painted his cock with white, he let you recover from your high before he began ramming into you again but this time in a new position, you legs we in his shoulder, that position made him reach places you never knew he could that’s why for the third time that night you clench around him “A-are you going to cum again baby?” he asks as he begin to rub your clit to stimulate you more of your release “Oh-oh fuck Jaemin y-yes” you said stuttering, the place was filled with heavy moans “Cum with me baby” he says as you both came together.✄Jaemin stayed inside you for a while until he finally soften and opted to lie down beside you “T-that was amazing” you say looking at him which made the both of you laughed “Y’know you beat me into it, I was actually planning something about it” you tear your gaze away from him as you feel shy “I-I actually thought this was the right time” you said stumbling with you words which made Jaemin smile widly “Oh and well you have to explain to me why you have a condom in your bag” he grins at you as you open your mouth to find the proper word to explain, but before you could Jaemin captured you in a kiss that’s ever so sweet.

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writing-in-april · 3 years

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Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Reader brings Spencer a surprise at their picnic date.

A/N: Here’s the third fic for my 750 follower celebration!! This fic has a much more soft dom reader then the previous two! The book that is referenced in this fic is totally made up and I wrote the fake book passages myself! I had a hard time writing this but I’m very happy with how it came out! Thank you @spencers-dria for giving me this idea, I had such a fun time writing it!

Warnings: 18+, Soft dom reader, Public sex, Fingering, Oral sex (female receiving)

Main Masterlist Word count: 1.51k

I couldn’t believe my luck when Spencer called saying that he was coming home early as he had already finished all of his paperwork. I had begun packing for a picnic as soon as I had gotten off the phone with him.

The weather was going to be perfect, it was a crisp summer day with a steady flowing breeze. My intentions were to have a relaxing time with Spencer, but something else had been dancing in the back of my mind. There was a book I had been reading that had given me some ideas, specifically ideas on what I could do to Spencer in the bedroom. Though, the specific idea I wanted to try wasn’t exactly in the bedroom.

The two main characters had set up a picnic similar to the one I was about to embark on with Spencer. What was originally supposed to be an innocent little picnic turned into the male protagonist fingering the girl. I was pretty sure I had read the scene around ten times now, and I couldn’t wait to try something similar with Spencer today.

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When we got to the park I made sure to pick a secluded spot where no one would bother us. Which ended up being just beyond the park’s edge just slightly into the woods that bordered it. My nerves bristled with anticipation as Spencer laid out the checkered picnic blanket, it was a simple task and I didn’t quite understand how someone could look so gorgeous just while doing it. I wanted- no, needed his hands on me.

“Would you read a book to me?” I tried to not let any of my giddiness seep through into my words, attempting to keep my plans a secret.

“I didn’t bring one.” He said solemnly, looking like he felt a little dumb for not bringing one along. I had already planned for that though, that’s why I almost immediately pulled him out the door when he came home so he couldn’t add anymore books into the picnic basket. There was only one book I wanted him to read to me.

“There’s one in the basket.”

When he pulled out the book he raised his eyebrows slightly in my direction as if to ask- Are you sure you want me to read this one? He already knew exactly what the book contained.

“I’ve been reading it when I have free time. Could you start where the bookmark is?” I played coy, pretending that I did not know that around halfway through the book it turned into an erotic novel. The bookmark was strategically placed just a few pages before the picnic scene, I didn’t want Spencer to catch onto my game just yet.

The first few pages he read were just filled with exposition, which I would have normally found intriguing if it wasn’t for the pooling wetness between my thighs. My patience was wearing thin as he made it to the fifth page, I was inwardly cursing my past self for setting the bookmark as far back as I did.

Maybe I could give him just a little taste of what’s to come, I thought while trying to stop myself from squirming. I then spread my legs just barely so he could get a slight peak at the lace panties I wore underneath my sundress. He stopped reading the passage as soon as he noticed, his breathing also becoming a little more heavy. I couldn’t have him stop yet, he was just about to get to the good part.

“Keep reading.” My voice was soft, but there was no doubt that it was a command rather than a suggestion. He continued though his voice was more high pitched and rushed. I did not move again until I heard the beginnings of the infamous picnic scene.

“The sun shone bright over the hills covered in luscious green pasture. There on those hills my love and I sat eating sweet fruit, the only prying eyes were a few stray sheep grazing.” The look on Spencer’s face told me that he had connected the dots in his head, after all he had read this book before. He had at least a good educated guess as to what was going to happen next.

“My love began to make the ascent up my thighs with his soft delicate hand. He did not make his intentions ambiguous to me, I knew exactly what his intentions were.”

I then moved to gently grab Spencer’s free hand up in the same winding path that his counterpart in the book took. His touches were light, like a whisper up the expanse of my thighs.

“This ok Spencer?” Once I saw his head nod in confirmation I commanded again, “Keep reading.”

He cleared his throat and tore his eyes away from me to keep reading the scene. I then moved the hand that was not guiding Spencer’s to bunch up the edges of my sundress fully revealing my bottom half, we were well hidden enough that I was not worried about any prying eyes. Spencer did not tear his eyes away from the book, he was such a good boy for following my directions.

“Slowly his fingers parted my folds in exploration, wanting to know every part of me intimately before giving me pleasure. Once he was satisfied with his study he circled his fingers around my entrance, causing me to gasp in euphoria.”

I looked expectantly up at Spencer and removed the hand that was guiding him, “Well, what are you waiting for?”

He nodded in understanding and started to mimic the actions of the character that paralleled him. First, imitating the explorative movements by parting my folds and gathering up the wetness that had gathered. Then, when he was satisfied, circled my entrance once, twice, and then three times. This time as he started to read, he followed the characters movements at the same time.

“A gasp fell from my lips as he plunged his fingers inside of me, his long and dexterous fingers reaching places that my own could never dream of. They curled upwards to hit my spot just right every time which brought me closer to the edge faster than any man had ever done.”

Spencer multitasked effortlessly, his own fingers entering my core causing ripples of pleasure to surge through me. The crisp summer air felt like it was not reaching my lungs fast enough as Spencer curled his fingers to hit right at my g spot.

“Can I taste you?” My breath caught in my throat at his sudden words. It was a slight deviation from what the characters did in the book, but how could I deny such an offer when he asked so sweetly?

“Of course you can, since you’ve been such a good boy so far.” The praise made him blush dusting his cheeks a lovely rosy red. He removed his fingers from my core then ducked his head down to dive in, the book flopping down onto the blanket forgotten. I laced his fingers with mine as he dragged his tongue slowly from my entrance all the way up to my clit, then circling it with his tongue. It was good, but not nearly enough to get what I desired.

“Spencer, stop teasing.” My voice growled out in frustration. Spencer obeyed my command, he knew what would happen if he was to act like a brat, and that’s not what he was after today. He wanted to be a good boy for you. He added more pressure to his tongue as he continued to circle my clit, finally getting me closer to fringes of an orgasm.

The grip on the edge of my dress loosened as Spencer pushed me closer to the edge, I just needed one more little push and I’d fall right off. I let go of the hand that was interlaced with his fingers to card through his hair, pulling slightly on his locks and grinding down into his face. That was the push I needed to fall off the edge, my orgasm was so intense that I had to bite on my bottom lip hard to prevent any cries from falling out. When he comes up for air after I have fully ridden out my high I notice that Spencer’s hair is a ruffled mess with his chin covered completely in my release. I hummed in content at his disheveled appearance, running my hands through his hair to ruffle it up even more before bringing him into a bruising kiss. We both let out a moan as our lips met; they were now both blissfully tainted with the taste of my release.

I hadn’t forgotten about Spencer and his desires, everything I wanted to do to him would be pushing a little bit too far at the boundaries of what we could do in public. I had a feeling he’d be loud enough to give our position away if I indulged right now.

“Come on, let’s go home where I can fully ravish you with my affection.”

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bloodycassian · 3 years

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** PT 2 Azriel x reader - enemies to acquaintances PT 2. ** - reader gets a backstory, they clear another enemy camp together and bond more. Azriel apologizes.

Slight TW for violence/domestic abuse mention. Trying to keep reader as genderless as possible but sometimes I inherently switch to using woman POVs- asks still very open ;)

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"It seems I owe you an apology." Rhys began, pacing at the end of the makeshift bed the healers had set up for you. Your stomach rolled with nerves. His tone was not genuine, and you could feel the tension rolling off him in waves. The healers buzzing nearby suddenly found different things to do.

Azriel and Cassian stood at the edge of the canopy, the drizzle of rain making their armor shine. "Azriel informed me of your injury- I'm impressed with your bravery." He smiled, his dark eyes making him look like a snake.

You glanced to the shadowmaster, who nodded the slightest amount. "Did you receive my message from him?" You asked, and when he had a genuine wide grin - showing almost too many teeth - it gave you chills.

"I did in fact. I wish the same to you." He said with that deadly calm. Cassian tried to hide his laugh, Azriel remained stonefaced. "Let's take this to the war tent. Whenever you are...suitable." he glanced to your wing, still stained with crusted dry blood.

You felt your cheeks heat slightly, and nodded. He strode out from the healers canopy and into the rain without a look back. The generals followed him, Azriel glancing back to you only for a second.

Once you had mustered the strength to get out of the cot, you thanked your healers. They insisted on giving you healing potions before you departed. And tried to get you to promise to come back for a check in daily. Mobility tests, stretches and strength building. You gave them loose affirmations and took the potions without putting up too much of a fight, given that the wing still ached slightly. Two days of rest had done a lot for the healing process, but it would take at least a week before it was fully healed.

The short walk to the war tent was cold as the mist of rain poured down. Many of the soldiers were inside or drunkenly asleep in the mud. Sitting around and waiting was not an ideal situation with a thousand males ready to fight all around.

You pushed open the tent, shaking out your jacket on the pelt rug. Earning a scowl from the high lord, seated at the head of the table again. "This one tells me you were a sight to see in the skirmish." He said, gesturing to the shadow master.

You glanced to Azriel, his face was blank but his cheeks had gone a duskier shade of brown. "But maybe I took that the wrong way, and what he meant was that you were a disaster, considering someone managed to put a hole in to your wing." He laced his fingers together in front of him. You curled your lip at him, ready to tell him to get his ass out there and do it himself then.

Before you could, Azriel turned to the high lord, opening his mouth to protest but he was quickly silenced by Rhysand's dagger like eyes. The shadowmaster pressed his full lips together tightly. Looked to his feet, as if in shame. It made your head thrum with adrenaline filled rage. Rhysand - the most powerful high lord in history - coudlnt get off his ass to take care of some second class Attors himself? Perfect. Just your luck. Being hired out like the hundreds of your kind before you, only it was worse because you weren’t even getting any gold from it.

"We now have a bigger force than originally planned coming directly at us." He said softly, a dark wind organizing enemy pawns on the table to show where they spread out. how they had your forces stuck against a wall of mountains.

"Because you were brave enough to somehow miss the group of Attors flying away..." He glared those snake eyes at Azriel again, then Rhys let out a bitter laugh. He was upset, understandably so. You could admit that. But it wasn't your fault he decided not to believe you in the first place.

You glanced to Azriel. His face was grave as his high lord tore into both of you with a tone of a disappointed parent. Like your parent. The thought of your father made your jaw clench, your teeth grind together as you fought to not begin screaming at Rhysand.

"The two of you will see to it that this is taken care of." He took a breath, gesturing to the pawns on the table. "There is a ravine to the west of here-" His dark gifts had the pawns lifting in the air. A fist of fear clenched your stomach. You had forgotten just HOW powerful he was.

"If you cut off the bridges their advancement will be paralyzed. We then may be able to regroup and massacre our way through this group here-" He pointed to the north, a smaller force lay there. Without the flanking force able to be a threat behind you it would work. Your strategist mind flushed out the plan.

"I expect you both to fix this - as you both caused this issue. I want it done before dawn comes." The pawns he held in the air turned to dust on the table, making a neat pile before the dark lines that indicated the ravine. Hitting his point home, in a non subtle way you supposed. Arrogant cock of a high lord.

"It will work, Rhys." Cassian said softly. He glanced to Azriel. His eyes were pinned to your wing. Your stomach flipped, you glared at Rhys. Before you could call out his plans' faults - or how terribly he was treating you and your considerable 200 units in his army- you saw Cassian shaking his head slightly at you. He rested a hand on Rhys' shoulder. The gesture stood out. The cocky high lord had a sensitive side, perhaps. Your lip curled at the thought.

As if sensing your disgust with him, Rhysand's lip curled "Now get out." He said, voice low and gravely. Cassian gestured for you and Azriel to follow him out. Rhysand reminded you so much of your own father it made you want to spit. A territorial, abusive cock without enough dignity to spare your family name.

You took a deep breath of cold air, hoping to clear your mind. It did little to shake the tension in your shoulders, or the stiffness in your jaw. Making a mental checklist of the weapons you needed to bring, you noticed Azriel following you. Or seeming to.

The shadow singer stalked past your tent, going to the west where the bridges were. "What are you doing?" You asked, jogging to catch up with him. He was already fording through the tall shrubs and grasses by the time you caught up.

"Taking care of it. I can fix it myself." He growled. You tried to keep up with him, but the jostling was upsetting your injury.

You put a hand on his shoulder, "Wait, hey." He shrugged you off, scoffing to himself. "I should have gone alone in the first place. I dont understand why he had to send you." He muttered, stalking deeper into the forest. The rain didn't reach you here, under the darkening shadows and mist.

Rage erupted inside you at his words - and you called out the only thing you could think of that might stop him. If he wanted to fight he could damn well stop and have an actual fight with you. "I guess you are just like all the other Illyrians after all." Your blood rushed in your ears, seeming to dampen the sound of everything. The dull hiss of the rain hitting the trees above was barely audible.

He stood rigid, wings flaring over his shoulders, growing larger with the shadows writing around them. "Do you even have a clue what real Illyrians would do to you right now if you were talking to them like this? What a normal male would do?" He was close. Too close for comfort. Too close to not be fighting or fucking.

"Considering my father was a very real Illyrian, yes" He stuttered at that. You'd never seen him do such a thing. It would have been funny if that angry set of his features didnt come back. You were ready for more fighting, more yelling but his face went slack, and his eyes met yours finally. They were no longer the cold dark color like in the tent with Rhysand. They were a hazel that matches the warm colors of pine bark in summer. Your heart clenched at the sight of it.

"You're like the Peacemakers, then." He muttered, referencing the old tales of mighty warriors with mixed breeding. Unfortunately a lot of that breeding was not willing. It usually never was, and it had ruined two generations of Illyrian and Peregyn pairings. "Axios was always my favorite." He smiled at the memory. You bit your lip, remembering the true stories of each hero. Not the bastardized verisons peddled throughout the realm.

The offspring became ostracized and cast out of most communities. On Prythian and on the continent. The ones who survived long enough to become trainable though were given the name Peacemakers for a reason. Known for hired bloodletting, no questions asked.

"I hope your end is not met like theirs." He seemed to shudder at the thought. All the anger boiled out of you at his concern.

You felt the shame begin to creep up around you. You had sold your services to make ends meet at times. It always left you with a sickening feeling in your gut after. As if the Mother herself was disappointed. "You can help that not happen." You said softly, voice barely audible. If you weren't so deep into the forest you doubted even his shadows could have heard you. "I need.. I need to find my father." Your voice trembled, he approached you slowly. Like he was approaching a wild animal.

"It might seem-" He began coaxing, holding a hand out to you. Just like he had the other night. A question, a temptation.

"I know your pain, shadowsinger." You took his hand, letting him lead you to a fallen tree. The soft moss growing on it was a welcome seat after walking for so long following him into the woods. "He would beat my mother and would pluck her feathers." You were grateful for your mother every second she put into resisting his influence for you. For keeping him at bay until you grew enough to be sent to the Peregryn camps for training. She never revealed your cross breeding, only that you had your wings and could use them well. Only because she had taught you.

Azriel was quiet for a long moment, his shadows moving slowly like waves around your ankles together. "I'm - sorry.. .about your mother. I didn't know." He whispered, pausing and cursing to himself. "I can help you find him. We can look, but we need to get through those enemy lines first. I need you to help me do that." He grasped your hand lightly, as if asking.

"Lets slice some attor, I guess." You sniffed, the cold making your nose run. At least, you blamed it on that.

The camp was mostly asleep by the time you got there. Under the cover of nightfall you were able to silently end most of the Fae that lurked in the camp. With everything going so smoothly, your heart lurched at the sight of Azriel falling backwards, a calling horn in his hand. His siphons flared, and it shattered. But left his siphons dull. He winced as he rolled out of the winging range of a fellow Illyrian with a flail in one hand and a mace in the other.

"Traitorous bastard." Azriel grappled with the Illyrian commander, but they were evenly matched. They knew all the same moves, sparring and sword wise. You launched yourself through the scattered bodies lining the clearing, dodging over puddles of blood and forgotten weapons. The commander had Azriel in a hold that had his wings flipped outward, and the male took the opportunity. He pressed his boot against Az's back and pulled them backward, bending them father than was natural. You roared, not bothering to waste the time to draw your weapon.

You barreled into him, Azriels hands still reaching backwards to claw at his hands. He toppled over a stack of bodies, yanking you down with him. You scrambled away from him, hands clambering for any weapon. By the time you turned back around to face him, Azriel had already put him on his knees before you. Bending the males wings back just as he had done to the shadow singer.

Your borrowed blade went through his throat, pinning him to the ground as he kneeled. He looked like a statue in the position.

You spat on the body. "Dont touch wings, asshole." You muttered. Azriel stared at you, as if in shock. You picked up a better looking sword from the ground nearby, wiping it on the cloth inside of your armor sleeve. "What?" You asked. Azriel seemed stunned silent. He seemed shocked in place. After you were sure there were no rogues readying to flee or informants spying, You took a breath, returning to him where he still stood beside the body of the commander.

You pointed back at the winged body speared to the ground behind him. Smiling, you titled the pose. "A prayer to the mother." His eyes went somehow even wider.

Then he broke out in laughter. You couldnt help but join him, the high of battle making you both delirious. You laughed at his laugh, the stupid face he made laughing back at you. Laughed at the half spoken words that were cut off by more breathless giggles.

Your sides ached by the time you both sat around the enemy fire, enjoying their spoils of war from a nearby town. The roasted duck smelled particularly good. Azriel heated a pot of tea over the coals, throwing in fresh pine needles from a tree nearby.

"You know-" He handed you your cup of tea. It was warm in your palm, but his hands were still somehow hotter than the boiling water. He blew on his cup, the steam not going much farther than what his shadows allowed. They seemed to almost play in it. "I am sorry about your mother. I understand why you regard some of us with such...distaste." He put the lid back on the pot and took it off the fire. He looked so natural doing...normal things. Not just posturing for his court and killing.

You nodded in thanks, not needing too many words with him. "She fled the week after I was formally invited to train in the Peregryn ranks. He found her, and killed her for leaving him. My court holds no rules against such things. He hasn't suffered for it." Your voice shook at the end. "Yet, that is. This.." You gestured to the battlefield, the bodies behind you. "This is just along the way. Killing him will be my destiny. My retribution for my mother." You sipped your tea, letting the burn of it sink in. You hoped it would warm your insides.

"I miss my mother as well." He said, taking a gingerly sip of his tea. He stretched his wings, you could tell by the hesitant way he folded them back in that they pained him. You made a mental note to give him one of your healing potions when you returned to camp.

You sat in silence with him until that fire burned out, and only dull coals were left.

"I'm glad you both seemed to have fun. Is the camp clear?" Cassian hissed, following you to the war tent. You sipped your mead, nodding. "Yes, oh strategic one. The bridges are cut too, courtesy of yours truly." You winked at him, making him stop in his tracks. Azriel patted him on the shoulder without a word, then followed you into the tent where Rhys waited. Wrathful or not, you knew he had no rights to tell you off this time.

Azriel's hazel eyes met your own as you entered the tent together.

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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The Groupie (part 5)

Warning - smut - sexting - filth.... Not even remotely sorry.

This is set in 2006/7, and Cillian has no children. Reader is a fan, has been since day one and is a plus size girl. I myself am a UK size 16, so I hope I don't offend anyone with my story (I'm writing about my own insecurities a little here so be kind please).

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A week had gone by, you'd gone to write numerous text messages without actually sending them. He was bound to be back in Ireland now, your chance probably gone anyway. you'd even contemplated texting Orla but your nerves once again got the better of you. Ella had been away with her boyfriend all week, but had come back that morning and the two of you were catching up over breakfast.

"So tell me how you know Orla Murphy?" You asked, pouring your coffee.

"I went to school with her! I lived in Ballintemple for a couple of years in my teens, and we stayed in touch. When I saw what happened at the bar I called her to see what was going on. She told me what had happened."

"So you know Cillian too?"

"Of course - that's why he was at the bar that night, I invited them both! Even though he's the oldest and she's the youngest, they've always been the closest of the four Murphy's. He's been trying to get me a record contract!"

"Really? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know you knew him so um... well..."

"Yeah... God I'm such an idiot!! Why can't I just text him?"

"Because those old nerves are playing tricks on you again. Give me your phone."

"What? No!" She was too quick for you. Snatching your phone, she ran off upstairs and locked herself in the bathroom, ignoring your pleas from the other side of the door. She emerged a few minutes later, smirking, handing you your phone back. You quickly opened your texts and you stared at her, open mouthed.

"Ella!!! You can't start a conversation with someone like that!!"

"What? Should get his attention, right?" She winked, before heading to her room. You groaned at the text she'd sent - "You wanna know what I think about every day since that night? What you taste like.." and was quickly writing another explaining what had happened when he replied...

"Well that was an ice breaker." you read. Glancing back at the message Ella had sent him and instantly regretting ever meeting the woman.

"How do you plan on finding out?" Another reply... Oh god... You panicked and instantly shouted Ella who was more than happy to help. You'd never sent dirty texts before, and you didn't want to ruin this chance again. Her eyes glistened with excitement - her and her boyfriend regularly did this so she knew exactly what to say. You couldn't help but feel slightly giddy at this whole experience yourself.

"I'm going to tie you to the chair so you can't touch me."

"You have my attention."

"Your cock looks delicious... Hard and already leaking Mr Murphy... Are you hard now?"

"Maybe."

"My tongue stroking up your shaft... Over the slit at the tip, dipping inside gently..."

"Now I'm hard..." You bit your lip and Ella smirked. She winked and left you to it, you had actually written everything by yourself, turns out you didn't need as much help as you thought.

"I'll take the tip into my mouth... A gently suck, before taking you deep down my throat... Can you feel it?"

"Jesus... What are you doing to me, I'm hard as fucking stone here."

"Show me..."

A photo pinged through and your core clenched at the sight of his hard length - his left hand gripped the base.

"Are you wet? I showed you, now you show me." He asked. You were. Walking into your bedroom, you locked the door behind you. Laying on the bed, you pulled your jeans down to your thighs, leaving your lace underwear on and sliding your hand inside. Taking a quick photo of your hand under the lace, you sent it.

"Fuck... I wanna put my fingers inside you so fucking bad... Where are you?"

"I'm at home.. thinking of your cock buried deep in my throat.."

"Are you alone?"

"Ella's in the next room."

"Call a cab. I'll send my address. Come to me and find out what I taste like."

"I'm not getting a taxi to Dublin!"

"I'm not in Dublin - I'm in London. Call a cab now and get here before my hand does the job your dirty little mouth should be doing."

You didn't hesitate this time. Quickly changing into your favourite summer dress. The address came through and you called a taxi, making a mental note to buy Ella a bottle of wine later.

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He had text to say the front door was open and to come straight in. You took a deep breath, pushing the door open and walking inside.

"Upstairs, first door on the right," you heard him shout.

Standing in the doorway, he was sat on the edge of the bed. He approached you slowly, taking your hands and leading you to sit next to him.

"Cill... I have to confess I didn't send that first text, Ella stole my phone..."

"Doesn't matter. You're here now. But I don't want to rush this, I've waited too long for you to come back to me and I can't lose you again."

"You won't lose me again.. I'm so sorry I didn't believe you..." He silenced you with his lips on yours, the kiss slow and passionate, his hands on the back of your neck and your arms snaking under his, around his chest.

"No more talking, we have plenty of time for that later..." You whispered, as he groaned, feeling your hand cup his growing erection under his trousers.

"You've no idea how hard it was not to make myself cum before you got here... That photo you sent me nearly killed me..." You were unbuckling his belt at lightening speed, his trousers and underwear dropping to the floor as you pushed him to sit on his bed. Dropping to your knees you smiled up at him, taking his cock in your hand and stroking it gently. The way his head lolled back and the soft moans from him made your core throb, you could feel how wet you were.

Without warning, you took him in your mouth, relaxing your throat to take him as far down as you could, his hips jerking slightly as your lips nearly made contact with the base of his shaft. His hand tangled into your hair as your mouth pumped against him, drawing fast breaths from above you and a tighter hair grip on your head.

"Fuck... You're gonna find out how I taste really soon if you carry on like that...."

You groaned into him, sending shockwaves through him as he gripped you tighter. You could feel his balls harden under your fingers as you rolled them in your hand, your mouth bringing his orgasm closer and closer.

"Baby... Fuck I'm gonna cum.... Oh god that's it...." A deep groan from above you, his stomach clenched as his warm cum flowed into your mouth. You pulled your mouth off him, allowing him to watch his seed spurt into your open mouth, rolling it around your tongue before swallowing it down.

"You taste good..." You knelt back up and pulled his face towards you, kissing him passionately so he could taste himself. You could feel him smirking under your lips before he pulled away, standing you in front of him.

"I'd have taken your word for it you know," he chuckled, swiftly lifting your short summer dress up and pulling your panties down in one solid movement. He lifted your foot to rest on his thigh, and his head disappeared under your dress, his mouth quickly making contact with your core. Your knees nearly buckled from the sudden impact, as you gripped onto his shoulder and the headboard for support.

"Oh my god that feels good... Oh yes...." Your hips were grinding against his tongue, the hand on his shoulder moving to the back of his head holding him in place. He suddenly pulled away, before laying back on the bed, head on the pillow and beckoning you over to him. You shook your head.

"I'll suffocate you -"

"Shut up and sit on my face..." He ordered, and you bit your lip in anticipation. Hovering over his face, he pulled your hips down and continued his assault, the new angle allowing him to fully explore you. Your hands gripped the headboard as your back arched. The dress was swiftly removed, along with your bra. His strong hands held your hips in place, his tongue finding your clit with precision as he lapped against it, driving you into a near frenzy.

You tried to contain your cries but it was useless - his name fell from your lips, short breathy pants as your orgasm grew close. He moved one of his hands underneath you, slowly inserting two fingers deep inside your soaked pussy, curling them up to find that sweet spot only he had ever been able to.

"Don't stop... Please don't stop..." He had no intention - the speed in which his mouth and fingers fucked you only got quicker and harder as you came hard against his face, your juices flowing onto his chin as he lapped them up hungrily, feeding from you as you came. Lifting your hips and moving down his body, he held you as you rested against his chest, slowly stroking his fingers up and down your spine. You quickly realised your frame may have been too much for him and tried to move but he held you in place, kissing the top of your head gently.

"Don't move... I've waited a year to feel your body close to mine, just let me hold you... Just for a little while longer..." He said softly, and you relaxed into his embrace as your breathing returned to normal. You could feel his heartbeat, pounding through his chest. You were certain he could feel yours too, pounding just as hard, and it had nothing to do with what he'd just done - it just all felt too right. Too perfect.

You felt his erection pressing into your stomach - it had been there since you first lay down but he wasn't in any rush to do anything about it yet. Content just to have you as close as possible. After a few more minutes, he rolled you onto your back, his lips on yours, gently probing your mouth with his tongue and running his hand down your body. You opened your legs and felt him slip inside you, before freezing.

"It's okay - I'm still on birth control..." You smiled, as he began to move slowly. His lips on your neck and collar bone, his hands lifting your legs up over his waist. You wrapped them around him as he thrust gently. Neither of you wanted to rush this moment, the feeling of being connected again.

"I've missed you.. you still feel so good..." He whispered in your ear.

Your nails scraped along his shoulder blades and over his chest as he lifted himself off you slightly, his hips starting to pick up the pace a little.

"Love having you back inside me... Fuck, you fill me up so good Cillian..."

He brought your fingers down to your clit.

"Need you to cum, I can't control myself around you..." You rubbed circles over your swollen clit as he moved quicker. Your second orgasm was already building, your fingers only increasing its intensity.

"You gonna fill me up? Cum so deep in me I can taste it again..." He groaned, his hips pistoning into you now as your words spurred him on, edging him closer.

"Like when I talk dirty to you while you're fucking me? Want me to make a mess over that pretty little cock of yours? My fingers feel so good on my clit.. ah..." His hand was resting against your cheek, your turned your face and took his thumb into your mouth, replicating your earlier actions on his cock as he groaned watching you.

"Oh god... Fuck I'm coming.. baby..." His eyes scrunched closed as he emptied into you, the force of it and the sounds he made sending you over the edge with him. Your mixed juices pooling underneath you.

"Jesus y/n..." You chuckled as he buried his head into your neck, his back rising and falling quickly as he came back down from his high. He gently pulled out of you, kneeling between your legs and running his hands softly over your thighs and groin making you shudder beneath him.

"You're beautiful... And I shouldn't have let you go without a fight y/n."

"I shouldn't have ghosted you.. I'm sorry.. Orla told me the shit Neve put you though."

"When did you see Orla?" You told him about the lunch you'd had with her last week and he laughed.

"She's a sneaky little shit. But I'm glad she did. Now come shower with me, I'm taking you out."

"Where are we going?"

"I don't care where we go as long as we're together."

#cillian murphy #cillian smut #cillian x fem!reader #cillian fanfic #cillian x smut #cillian murphy x smut

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thequeenxofhearts · 3 years

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Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: Jason buys a red car

‘Y/N.’ The manager said, ‘You can go home now.’ He smiled.

Y/N smiled back, ‘Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow, Emma.’

‘Bye, Y/N.’ Y/N’s colleague, Emma replied with a smile and a little wave.

As Y/N walked into the back room, she passed another colleague, Sam along the way. Sam was taking over from her now that her shift ended, ‘How’s it been?’ He asked.

Y/N chuckled, ‘Really not that bad at all.’

‘Not like yesterday then?’ Sam asked, Y/N rolled her eyes – yesterday’s shift had been awfully busy, and Y/N and Sam had been on the late shift together.

‘God no.’ She replied and Sam laughed, ‘See you tomorrow Y/N.’

Y/N grabbed her back and her jacket off the hook, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and read a new message from Jason.

During her lunch break, they had been texting and he said he would pick her up so she wouldn’t have to walk home. She was fine with walking home, she walked to and from work every day, and she imagined Jason pulling up outside the coffee shop on his motorbike, throwing her a helmet before she climbed on the back.

She wasn’t 100% keen on riding his motorbike, she’d heard of all kinds of accidents – she knew Jason would be careful with her as his passenger, but she still didn’t trust it.

The new message said, “Wait outside for me, won’t be long”. She pulled on her jacket before she pushed open the door and left.

She didn’t know why Jason wanted to pick her up, all he said when she messaged him on her break was “I’ll pick you up”, and when she insisted that she could walk home he said he had some kind of surprise for her.

She was waiting outside. It was cold, a little bit breezy, but not cold.

She stood outside the coffee shop, looking at the bookstore opposite. If Jason wasn’t picking her up she would be in there now, picking out a book (or two or three) that she knew she didn’t need but the covers caught her eye and she’d buy them anyway.

She smiled a little thinking back to the other day when Jason had asked her if she planned on reading any of the books on the shelf or if they were just there to make it look like she reads books.

‘I’ll get to them.’ She had said.

‘I bet you can’t go a month without buying a new book.’ Jason commented, only to laugh immediately afterwards when Y/N’s eye twitched slightly.

‘Can you at least read the old ones before the new ones?’ He asked. ‘I’ll get to them.’ She repeated with a smile.

‘Y/N?’ A familiar voice brought Y/N out of her thoughts, and she looked to the person who had spoken; Jamie, her awful ex.

‘Jamie?’ She asked.

‘How are you?’ He asked.

‘I’d be better if you left me alone.’ Y/N spoke looking away from him, her eyes focusing on the bookstore.

‘Ah come on you don’t mean that.’ Jamie chuckled.

She didn’t know what his problem was – he cheated on her so she dumped him, Y/N and Jason start dating and months later they bump into him in a bar where Jamie gets thrown out.

She had never seen Jason so angry before. Come on Jason, hurry up.

‘What are you doin’ out here anyway?’ Jamie asked.

‘Waiting for Jason.’ Y/N replied.

Jamie scoffed, ‘You’re still with him?’

‘You’re still single?’ She retorted.

She could see that Jamie was grinding his teeth, he cleared his throat and seemed to brush off her comment, ‘How long have you been waiting for? I can take you home if you want?’

‘Jamie, leave me alone.’ Y/N replied, glaring into his eyes.

Before Jamie could say anything, a loud noise…a deep vroom of a car engine. It got closer and closer, and a sporty red Audi pulled up on the roadside. The window rolled down and Y/N’s eyes widened, ‘Jason?’

‘What the fuck are you doing?’ He asked Jamie, who was standing in shock at the car in front of him.

‘Umm…err…I was just…’ Jamie stuttered.

‘Going away I hope.’ Jason commented, ‘Get in.’ He said to Y/N.

Without hesitation, she pulled open the car door and climbed inside.

‘He wasn’t bothering you, was he?’ Jason asked as he merged back onto the road.

‘No…Jason, what is this?’ She asked.

Jason gave a childlike smile, ‘Our new car.’

‘You bought a car and didn’t think to ask me first?’ She exclaimed.

‘No…but technically I didn’t buy it.’

‘Oh my god, you stole it!’

‘No! No! Listen it’s from Bruce.’ Jason replied.

‘Bruce?’ Y/N asked.

Jason nodded, ‘I know what you’re thinking, I’m a little surprised myself. But do you remember a few years ago, I went to Bialyia with Bruce?’

Y/N nodded.

‘I found out then, that Bruce had set up various savings accounts for myself and the other three,’ He shrugged, ‘He said it was for our futures. And he has been adding so much into it a month.’

‘And you bought a car with it?’ Y/N asked.

‘I bought us a car.’ Jason said, hoping a sweet smile will please her.

Y/N gave a small laugh, ‘Ok, you’re gonna have to tell me more.’

‘Would it make you feel any better if I tell you that there is enough money left over for us to buy our own house?’

Y/N looked at him, ‘Seriously?’ She asked. Jason nodded, ‘I know we’re happy with our apartment now, but I’m happy for us to wait until we wanna look for somewhere else.’

‘Umm…ok wow. Bruce has been-’

‘Looking out for us.’ Jason said, he took her hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

‘So why this car?’ Y/N asked.

‘Why not? It’s a great car!’ Jason exclaimed.

‘You got it today.’ Y/N laughed.

‘I know but I love it already!’ Jason exclaimed, ‘It’s got cruise control, rear cameras, parking sensors, and the roof comes down so when the summer comes, we can have the wind blowing through our hair.’ Jason ran a hand through his thick hair and pretending it was blowing in the summer breeze.

‘Yeah, the dirty Gotham wind.’ Y/N replied.

‘You know what I mean.’ Jason replied.

‘What car is it?’ Y/N asked, she had been too shocked to even notice what it was, only that it was red with black in some places – Jason’s favourite colours, of course.

His eyes lit up, she could tell he was desperate to sell this car to her, ‘It’s an Audi R8 V10 Quattro.’ He explained like a car salesman, ‘I love it, don’t you?’

‘It’s a cool car, but the question is, what are you gonna do with your bike?’ Y/N asked.

‘I have it all planned out babe, I’ll use my bike when you have the car. I know you have nowhere to park at work but I’ll drop you off and pick you up whenever you want, I’ll use my bike on patrol or whenever you have the car.’ Jason explained.

‘I suppose it would be nice to not have to walk to work in the rain.’

‘Or get the bus.’ Jason added.

He turned to their apartment building and parked in the building’s parking garage. He pulled into the parking space next to his bike.

He climbed out of the car and ran around to the passenger side to open the door for Y/N, he took her hand and helped her out of the car.

‘Check this out.’ He said excitedly, he pressed the lock on the car key, and it locked the car. The wing mirrors went in as the blinkers flashed, then he pressed the button again and the blinkers flashed for a few seconds longer, ‘It’s activated the alarm.’ He said proudly.

‘Jay most cars have that function on the key.’ Y/N replied.

Jason frowned, ‘But most cars aren’t like my car.’

Y/N took his hand and pulled him towards the elevator, ‘It’s a beautiful car Jay.’ She stood on her toes and pressed a kiss to his lips, ‘No, it’s a cool car, you’re beautiful.’

Y/N blushed, ‘Come on.’ She smiled, pulling him into the elevator.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #y/n #jason todd x y/n #reader inserts #reader #new car #audi #red hood #red hood x reader #bruce wayne

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