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merrinla · 8 months

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Portrait spamming

Recent discovery. If you click on the portraits of the characters like crazy, they will react to it. And the developers had a lot of fun coding these reactions xD

Tav / Dark Urge

normal - I'm awake! Mostly. - I'm starting to get a headache. - Must be the tadpole. - Quit knocking around in there! - A thousand needlepricks in my rotten skull.

combat -Ahhhhhhhh! Okay, I feel better. - I have an itch in the worst place. - Is being a mind flayer so bad? - Just waiting to venture forth here. - I'm maiming as fast as I can!

stealth - What's that ticking? - Is it me? Am I ticking? - Bomb in my head about to go off. Great. - Ah, well. I had a good run.

Astarion

normal - Why do beautiful people taste better? It hardly seems fair on the ugly - they have such wonderful personalities. - Ugh. Strahd wouldn't put up with this shit. - More like Drizzt Don't'Urden - no. No that's not funny. - Villains! Dissemble no more, I admit the deed! Tear up the floor - here, here! It is the beating of his hideous hea- oh, no, that's his brain. Where did I leave that heart?

combat: - I'm trying to focus on murder. - *Humming.* - I shot a svirfneblin in Menzoberranzan just to watch him die. - I should've been a drow. They have such stylish armour.

stealth - Shhh. Just think sneaky thoughts. - Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP. - Be very, very quiet - I'm hunting idiots. - I've got a brand new torture chamber, so come and play with me.

Karlach

normal - NOTE TO ACTOR/DIRECTOR: Blow a raspberry at the player. - Don't. Poke. The Karlach. - Who am I? - My eye!

combat - Eyes on the prize - we need to win this! - Not every soldier should've made it out of training. - Eyes on victory, tummy on dinner. - I ought to just burn this whole thing down.

stealth - My back can't take much more of this. - Not now, I'm being a sneak! - I'm getting too old for this nonsense. - I'm not built to crouch.

Gale

normal - I hope Halaster takes good care of Tara while I'm away. - Sembian wine; Cormyrian boar; Waterdhavian conversation. It's the little things you miss while on the road. - Oh, what a tangled Weave we web! - All the world's my stage and you're just a player in it.

combat - Just go for the Magic Missile and fire away. Never fails. - Don't make me go all Edwin Odesseiron on you. - Get. Out. Of. My. Head. - I really wish I could cast a Hold spell on you.

stealth - You made me hide, don't make me come seek you. - Gods, it's like trying to sleep with a mosquito in the room. - A little privacy please. - Stop it - that tickles.

Wyll

normal - Could do for a brew. - Where there's a 'Wyll', there's a 'y'. - Ever get the sense that someone's watching? - So two halflings walk under a bar...

combat - Can't hear myself think! - Wear your scars proudly. - As my father once told me: 'Can we get on with it?' - I find moderation is key.

stealth - Bad time for an itch. - Could do for a brew. - So two halflings walk under a bar... - Shush. No, really. Shush.

Lae'zel

normal - Must everyone be so exhausting? - Weapons high. Standards higher. - Is perfection too much to ask? - Pride is a virtue.

combat - I will know my queen! - There is no right or wrong, only truth. - What is the point, if not victory? - You are right to fear me.

stealth - Hush already. - There is no wisdom in madness. - Is perfection too much to ask? - There is but one way. Vlaakith.

Shadowheart

all modes - I wonder how I'll feel when I remember everything. - Strange. I've had more freedom this past while than my whole life... - Have to keep focused. Can't afford to get attached - to anyone. - If I succeed, maybe I'll be allowed a pet... ugh, stop being silly.

Halsin / his voice is currently bugged :(

normal - What I would not give for a chunk of fresh honeycomb... - Such attention... I never realised I was so popular. - Are you feeling lonely, perhaps? - Unwise, perhaps, to poke a bear this much...

сombat - Battle is afoot - you can poke me once we are safe. - Perhaps try attacking the enemy? - Admirable stamina, yet terrible priorities. - You are insistent, are you not?

stealth - Most consider it unwise to poke a bear. - My, you are eager, are you not? - Please. I am trying to be stealthy. - Calm yourself. There is plenty of me to go around.

Jaheira

normal - Oh, calm down. I'm happy to see you too. - I would poke you back, but I fear that's what you want. - My, such strong wrists. - Well you certainly have the 'omnipresent' part down, don't you? - Please go poke the ranger instead.

combat - You have my attention - now do something with it. - What? What do you want!? - Do you know, I begin to wish they had never brought me back. - Yes, yes, have your fun. It isn't you they're trying to kill.

stealth - Dry those sweaty palms and let us try this again, shall we? - Argh, my knees! Oh. It was a twig. - Would that I could hide from you, too. - Careful, or I will take your toy away from you.

Minsc

normal - ARGH! My EYE, Boo! They went for my EYE! - Know that if you poke Boo, no higher dimension will keep you safe! - Heehee. Heeheeheehee. - Well, Boo? How do you want to do this?

сombat - Are you perchance a squeaky wheel in need of a kick? - I am armed! Armoured! And entirely sick of your foolishness. - I begin to grow annoyed. It is well for you that Boo does not let me learn the bad words! - Ignore them, Boo. Let them gaze deep into their own abyss, and wonder just what it is they are trying to achieve.

stealth - A little to the left? But not so hard you make me giggle. - Boo...? Are you dancing down there, or...? - Hush! I am surprising Boo for his birthday! He is... uh... eh... how old do hamsters get...? - I am the night. A pity, then, that it is so bright out.

Minthara

all modes - You had my attention, now you have my fury. - Phlar Lolth ssinssrickla. - Your suffering will be spectacular. - Stop, or die.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #karlach #gale #wyll #lae'zel #shadowheart #halsin #jaheira #minsc #minthara #funny stuff #bg3 datamine

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galesdevoteewife · 1 month

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BG3 Tav Backstory Bash

This is a challenge to help people flesh out their Tav’s backstory by exploring their past. It is organized into four sections with seven prompts. You can treat this as a monthly challenge or a general project. You can write headcanons, fics, or share art based on the prompts! You can interpret the prompts however you want. If you want to share use the tag #bg3backstorybash @kelandrin's original post

Thanks @fantasyfictionfables for the tag! Yeah traumatized-sinister-sweet Menzoberranzan drow baby, here we go!

Zilvera | Lolth-sworn runaway drow | Rogue/Sword Bard | Neutral

[WARNING] This content contains slightly dark adult themes including incest, sex, murder, drugs, child abuse... Please read with caution. They're only slightly mentioned though!

Baby

| Birth | Born 4 Alturiak, 1460 DR. | Parents | Her biological mother was a soldier from the church, her father's identity was unknown even to her biological mother. She was carried as a means of entertainment [1], and was an outcome of debauchery. Zilvera doesn't have any memory of her biological mother. She was told that her biological mother was killed on a mission when she was little, but it's not like her biological mother spent even a day nurturing her. She was fed and taken care of by the church's slaves, taught and trained by the soldiers and priests, just like many other children in the church.

On the other hand, Chessintra, a high priest of the Lolth church, whom she addressed as both her mother and her mistress. Chessintra was the one who shaped her morals and ways. Later on, Chessintra even took Zilvera into her nightchamber.

| First word | "Elliya Lolthu" — "Test me, Lolth." She didn't even understand what the meaning was; it was just something that she heard again and again. And the adults seemed pleased when she said it so she would repeat the words for that reason.

| Tantrum | After witnessing adults putting spiders into other crying kids' open mouths, she learned at a very early age to subdue her needs, do as she was told without making a beep. She also learned that she could, and was even encouraged to, let out and play shenanigans on the slaves.

| First sickness | Poisoned, of course. It was fed to her for building immunity, but it was awfully painful.

Childhood & Teenager

| Friends and Siblings | Zilvera grew up with many children in the church. The number of peers decreased to less than 20% as they reached adulthood. They were friends and good rivals — when their assignments didn't collide. They all knew too well that their time spent together being silly, gossiping, and comforting each other would not provide even a moment's hesitation when the death orders came.

| Getting Into Trouble | Not because she was being a teenager or naughty, but trying to save her own skin from sticky life-and-death missions. It was more than enough to wear down any rebellious tendencies she might have had. | Games |

• She doesn’t kill or do evil for sport. It always comes with a reason and addresses a problem to be solved.

• Enjoys lizard riding contests.

• (Almost) never loses at hide and seek.

• Casual gambling and thievery for fun

| Work | She worked as the church’s soldier and spy, mainly collecting intelligence, carrying out assassinations, capturing and training slaves, and occasionally defending the city from various dangers: including mind flayers, duergars, and countless types of nightmare beasts. | Learning Something New | As a church agent, she often had to infiltrate or deal with merchant companies and clans, which are often led by males. Therefore, she held relatively less gender discrimination towards males compared to others in her matrilineal society. She heard many rumors, tales, and ballads from there, and knows more about the surface world and other races than most of her people. | Trauma | Too many to know where to start, lol.

• She scarcely escaped a death trap trial by Chessintra, very luckily, by accidentally overhearing the content beforehand.

• She was ordered to kill her childhood caretaker, who was a well-trained slave yet made a critical mistake, to butcher and feed to the driders.

• It didn't take long for her to realize that having something nice makes her a target for stabbing, and holding something dear means having it taken away. One should always grab as much power as they can, but how to conceal and keep secrecy was of the utmost importance.

• Too many close death experiences led her to paranoia. She was always terrified, and that was how she survived. Couldn't know enough, couldn't prepare enough, couldn't be careful enough. She only felt safe and relaxed when she was absolutely alone, and had been very sensitive to sound. | First Love | It was her pride to be chosen by Chessintra and become one of her lovers. Zilvera developed a submissive kink with her impressive, glamorous, strong will and sweet-tongued mistress. She loved feeling wanted and protected. A night of pleasure was a treat which could only be earned by being extra useful to her mistress. Though others might call her a fool and say she was merely being puppeted, she believed she saw adoration in Chessintra's eyes and became addicted to it. She was madly in love and loyal to Chessintra, her mind was fixed on how she could complete her assignments outstandingly and win her smile. Zilvera never succeeded in harboring anger within herself; it was snatched out in her early childhood and replaced with loss and fear.

Adulthood

| Leaving Home | She was saved, sheltered, befriended, accepted, and even somewhat romanced by a myconid king named Yoseles (Ya-soth). It called her 'sweet lullaby' (in the myconid's way, more like a tune than words). It commanded a spore zombie to teach her how to play the lyre and the comfort of music, so she could play and sing to feel their connection when she was out of reach of the spore. The taste of harmony and serenity generated doubts within her. Her fight began to wane as she started questioning Lolth’s teachings. It didn't take long before jealous Chessintra found out and sent her on a sacrificial death mission. She managed to escape and fake her death, yet she could no longer risk staying in the city or leading the assassins to Yoseles's circle.

She left and fled into the vast, dangerous, unforgiving void of the Underdark, and was luckily snatched by the nautiloid before long. Otherwise her chances of survival all by herself would have been desperate.

She was tired of life and became somewhat self-destructive and hedonistic. Death and threats no longer held much significance for her, as she felt like a walking ghost with nothing left to lose. However, her weariness and emptiness created room for curiosity and an open mind to flourish within her, leading her to see things differently and learn much in this rediscovered world.

| Their “first time” | Unlike many of her kin, she thought the risk of engaging in sex was too high, not to mention her submissive kink, which was one of the utmost embarrassing and definitely deadly preferences a drow woman could have. Since she couldn't relax nor be satisfied by doing things 'properly'—dominating, whipping, bossing, tying people up, abusing, or murdering—she retreated into celibacy and preferred to satisfy her needs on her own. This also deepened her dependency on Chessintra since her mistress was the only one who was taking care of her. She mostly attended orgies as a bodyguard for Chessintra, who enjoyed watching her biting her own fingers in envy.

| Serious Relationships | Then there was Yoseles, who taught her the myconid's way, pacifism and natural laws, music and unity. She felt acceptance that she had never experienced before. She had always been a misfit in her society. She lacked the ambition, grudge, hunger, or strength that her society praised. She managed to survive but never felt like she belonged. For the first time, she no longer needed to hide or pretend. She was loved—and the spore weed mind sex felt so good, lol.

The relationship ended with her escape from Menzoberranzan. Later on she came to the surface and became completely enamored with the wizard after some unplanned bondings, which were thrust upon them by chance. She was captivated by his resilience, abilities, intelligence, courage, knowledge, ambition and tenderness. He showed her a life beyond mere survival, one that transcended Lolth’s teachings, beyond darkness and caves. An eye that seeks for beauty even in the darkest of his time. It was because of him that she began to learn about the connection with the weave and became a bard. Through his words, she learned the existence of endless worlds and possibilities, countless joys in life such as delicious food, stars, magic…comfort, beauty, and wonders. She was drowned in love, his voice becoming her favorite music, his scent her comfort, his loving gaze her reason to live.

| Aging | By the year of BG3 (1492DR) she was 32. Her life had only just begun as a drow. She freaked out that Gale, being human, would have a way much shorter lifespan than her own. Until she later learned that aging wouldn’t wear him out as he is Mystra’s chosen. They exchanged a great service for a favor from Mystra, to share that lifespan with her. (My canon route in Gale romance was dating -> moving back to Waterdeep -> Married -> Happily ever after!! I know I know so childish and tasteless but I need it XD)

*update may 11/2024* Have to figure out something to make happily after forever possible, just found out after spellplague the chosens aren't immortal anymore, they simply age slowly. Great read about Mystra's chosens: Now I have to read Death Masks & Elminster: Enraged XD

| Finding Your Place | Finding her place was difficult for her. For so long, all she did was either follow orders, execute requests or solving problems. She didn’t know how to be free. As of now, my brain's rendering progress hasn't processed to the part where she figures it out and settles down. She had been trying various things, being careful not to stain even the tiniest spot on Gale’s reputation. She wanted to make him proud, to impress him, and to make him love her more. However, she was a bit of a wartime hero since she thrived best in combat and murder.

| Starting a Family/Found Family | The concept of family is alien to her. She doesn't understand, trust, or like the idea. She sees any addition to the circle between her and her lover as an intrusion. She would consider giving birth to as many children as Gale wants, but she already holds grudges against those don't-even-exist-yet beings, seeing them as nothing but distractions of her lover's attention. Gale knows this and would never want to put that stress and risk on their relationship. Tara held many doubts about Gale choosing her as his partner. Zilvera was too unstable and power-hungry in Tara's eyes. Tara worried that she will once again drag Gale away from home and safety—and Tara wasn't wrong.

NOTES [1] Ehem, yeah, so, apparently drow women experience foetal cannibalism orgasms during pregnancy. Check the 'Bloodied From the Birth-Sac' section here. [2] Good read about alignments. It's a bit different from the regular 3x3 [3] Most of my world building references came from D&D 3.5 - Drow of the Underdark, realmshelp and Forgotten Realms Wiki. I will make a post another time to put together my finding about Menzoberranzan drows and my own narrative theories. Hope that will help anyone who needed some storytelling material.

Ahh it was fun trying to puzzle out all the pieces. I will come back and edit if my further DnD study made me change my mind on things <3 If you read all the way here...you have my most sincere thanks for staying with me while I rambling through my absolutely overly invested Tav story <333

#bg3backstorybash #my zil #gale romance #gale x tav #my funny little brain is a mad one #open tag #bg3 oc #bg3 tav #drow oc #dnd drow #drow tav

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simonstamenovic · 1 year

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word of god is bad except when its gay or funny

#outgoing transmission #sanderson is a funny little guy you write 2million words then go on line and make posts about the words u couldnt fit #anyway staring at the adolin trivia WHYYY did he FUCKING say that #also trying not to idk wallow in weird panic attack memorie #s.#started writing one down but it was like. idk. jumping around too much to be understandable #like mid LI then to after LI where maya is helping me Just Exist #idk to the degree though? like ik logically she wasnt controlling me or anything and i Hate that feeling anyway #so it would not be so. comforting i suppose were that the case. but a Little more than just telling me what to do i guess?#more sustained. like. idk <33 i am so tired and the fuzz of my brain from that mixes w the umm #general haze of many of these memories being in very weird and bad mental states #also thinking about kal. humiliating for him to... see me like that #i wasnt mad at maya and/or syl or anything but very mad at myself for a bit.#which wasnt productive or helpful but yk. being vulnerable about that sort of thing sucked #adolin post #didn t mean to mem talk so much here my bad

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critterbitter · 6 months

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Things about your young submas twins art that I love:

1. Exceptional art just in general / The amount of memes you put in the Ingo catching his Litwick comic. Mad respect.

2. HUGE fan of how you write little Ingo saying dorky things like "jeepers" and "egad" when startled. (My favorite panel being Emmet getting shocked with him shouting that,, just amazing expression lmao.) Not something I've ever seen people write before outside of bravo and it's just really wonderful. The boys are at their best when they're being the goofy lil clowns they are.

Tiny Feet Tuesday

Here’s some other funny lil verbal tics I want to give Ingo! It’s mostly lil old timey one liners, and he’s very particular about reading so he doesn’t stumble over words. Emmet on the otherhand tends to roll his “r”s and beginning syllables when he gets really excited or annoyed.

Also WAaauGh ty for the love!! The submas brain rot is strong and reposts and comments from folks like you are single handedly keeping me going haha. (Have some starter sketches! Trying to nail their personalities.)

Here's the submas masterpost!

(Also related to @tjs-stuffs ask!)

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biclarisselarue · 5 months

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small moments from the first episode i cannot stop thinking about

blackjack foreshadowing???

"hey fellas wanna come hear about the imaginary stuff i see?"

the lighting in the scenes getting brighter when he talks about meeting grover

percy's nose scrunch when he's laughing with grover

grover and percy swapping cheese and meat on their sandwiches, so easily that they must do it all the time

mrs dodds' wings pushing into that little kid and him looking behind in confusion! such a subtle way of starting to show the mist

percy 1) knowing the plumber's name and 2) apologizing to him even though it's not even close to his fault or his problem but just bc he's a sweetie

getting pissed off about gabe answering his mom's cell, like c'mon he's been taught so well, he knows what is healthy and what's not

"losing at imaginary poker" please he's so funny

how HOMEY their apartment looks, get sally into interior decorating asap

"i told him i believe my kid. it was a real short call"

actually everything sally jackson i can't lie

when she wipes away her tears without saying anything as he wakes up oh that hurt... that hurt

no seriously the Montauk cabin looks so cozy, too, please sally decorate my place for me im begging

"like... like Jesus?"

"there is something wrong with my brain!" ohhh how i ache.. he's just a kid

sally's determination in the car as she rams the minotaur like oh yeah i get it poseidon, i definitely get it

percy still helping grover walk bc he's injured even though he's still mad as hell

the TEARS in the RAIN with the lip tremble -- i am not strong enough

sally reaching for percy just before she disappears i think my heart stopped beating

the tears in percy's eyes as everything slows ouch ouch ouch

the pure anger and determination in his expression after his first clash with the minotaur oh okay i see the fatal flaw yep yep yep

"he must be the one" ANNABETH, that's my girl!!!!

the owl in the bottom right of the art at the end of the episode! all the little hidden details like the arch! ah!!

#and these are the SMALL moments #so many fantastic BIG moments too #pjo series #pjo spoilers #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #grover underwood #sally jackson #annabeth chase

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rafesslxt · 22 days

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Hiii! I love your work! I was wondering if you could write something where Mattheo and the reader are enemies with sexual tension and one day their friends lock them in a room together and won’t let them out till they fuck and they eventually do?

Thank you!!

Hii love, love the idea, hope u have fun reading. Thank you for your request 🤍☁️

SAY YOU HATE ME | m. riddle

summary: reader and mattheo hate each other so their friends lock them together in a room

warnings: pure filthy smut!, enemy‘s to lovers, insults, arguing, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, rough, fingering, sucking on fingers, coming inside reader

words: 3,1k

When Pansy, Draco and Blaise told me they have a suprise for me, I wasn‘t really convinced and sure it was some kind of prank but I also wasn‘t a quitter or a party booper so I sighed and let Pansy put the blindfold over my eyes like she wanted to.

She grabs me by my arm and starts leading me through our common room. We walk for like 5 minutes until they stop and tell me to be quit. I nod and take a deep breath when I hear them open a door. Pansy gently pushes me forwards and I can hear her smile while saying "Have fun you two." My eyebrows furrow together. What does she mean 'you two' ? I hear the door closing behind me with a few giggles so I take my blindfold off and turn towards the door. "What the hell guys?" I yell through the door.

"Oh so that's their plan." I suddenly hear someone say behind me. I spin around, seeing Mattheo Riddle sitting on the edge of a bed. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I ask him, my eyes looking at him and then around the room we're in.

"First of all, we're in my room , so I could ask you the same. Second, isn't it obvious to you what they're trying to do?" "Oh hell no!" Angry I walk back to the door and bang against it with my hands. "Pansy! let me out!" I hear them whispering behind the door before Lorenzo's voice speaks up. "You two will not get out until you talk about your problems." "Yeah or fuck them out." I hear Draco laughing. "Draco!" Pansy hisses.

"Guy's this isn't funny! I have things to do!" I answer, hoping they would do the right thing. But who am I kidding? "No what really isn't funny is how you two always argue with each other and ruin the vibe in our friend group for years now! So talk or never get out of there!" Blaise answers and I can basically hear him rolling his eyes before they disappear from the door.

I turn around then and look at Mattheo. "This is your fault! I hope you know that." I bitch at him, sitting on the other bed in the room that is Theodore's. He starts laughing and looks at me as If I have 3 heads. "Are you kidding me? If someone is responsible for this then it's you! You're the one who always acts like a bitch to me." "Hm, maybe I wouldn't act like a bitch If you wouldn't be such a pain in the ass with your stupid comments all day long."

He raises his eyebrows and leans forwards, his elbows on his knees now. "Oh you think so? Maybe I wouldn't have to leave stupid comments If you would consider using your brain for even a second."

My eyes widen at his comment. "Excuse me? You're just mad about the fact that I'm the only fucking girl in this school who isn't on her knees for you! Sorry Mattheo, not every woman thinks you're it."

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head at me, making his curls bounce slightly over his forehead. "This is ridiculous. As If I would even want you to be on your knees for me." I scoff at that. "Yeah why should you, right? Your type is dumb and brainless. Oh sorry, I forgot whore."

I see his face getting red and his jaw clenching. Suddenly he stands and walks over to me until he stands in between my legs, making me widen my eyes at him. He leans forward and speaks "What is your problem y/n? Why are you so fucking nice to everyone, acting like a little angel but are the biggest bitch the next second. Only to me of course. What is it that bugs you so much huh?" he breathes against my face, looking right into my shocked eyes.

"I - I just told you - you're always a pain -" "- in the ass. I know. But Draco is too. And I don't see you bitching at him like you do at me." "That's different. Draco is Pansy's boyfriend and I have respect for that." He scoffs at my excuse and to be honest, he was right. But why should I tell him?

"You know.. I kinda get a feeling, that you do want to be one of them." he starts, looking intensely at my lips. I swallow and look into his dark eyes. "One of who?" A smirk plays on his lips when he gets closer, making me back away a little until I'm just supporting myself with my elbows behind me, his body leaning over mine but not touching it. I feel his body heat around mine, my cheeks getting a little flushed at the warmth. He grins and answers me." " Dumb, brainless... a whore."

I gasp at his comment but before I could protest he speaks again. "Maybe then you would have a chance with me. Maybe that's why you're mad at me. Because your little brain always gets in the way and If it would just shut up for a second, then maybe you would have a chance." My eyes almost get stuck at the back of my head at how hard I just rolled them. "First of all, that doesn't even make sense. And like I said. I don't want you."

Then I feel his right hand on my waist, slowly tracing the bare skin on there due to my short crop top. "Then why are your cheeks blushing? Why aren't you pushing me away? You're so locked into my eyes that you're just laying under me like a little helpless thing." I swallow down the clump in my throat at his words. He'r right? Why am I still under him? Normally I would have smacked the shit out of him.

"See." he starts with a smirk. "You do want this. Me. You're just too stubborn to admit that I get under your skin all the time because you want me." I breath get's stuck in my lungs when I feel his fingers on my waist wandering over my stomach. "And you know what's the worst part of it? I just want you as much as you want me. I wanna taste every single part of your body." he whispers against my lips, now just an inch away from mine. "What?" I whisper back in shock. He want's me? What the hell is going on? Did they slip something in his drink too? Is that the actual prank? Him pretending to want me?

"You heard right.." his lips get away from my face again, switching towards the side of my throat. ".. I want you so fucking bad. And you're making me go crazy with your stupid comments all the time. Every time we're with our friends and you start insulting me, I just want to pull you near the first surface possible and fuck you stupid in front of them." After that his lips meet the skin of my neck, a gasp leaving my lips at the sudden contact. His breath was warm and his lips so so soft. Goosebumps erupt over my whole body instantly.

"Mattheo.." I whisper as a warning, but for what I don't know. "What? Are you scared that I'm right? Scared that you will let those walls down? That you let me take you?" I yelp when he bites down on my neck, leaving a light mark. "Come on.. tell me you hate me."

I want t, but I can't. The words just won't leave my mouth when my eyes start closing at the pleasure he's giving me on my neck. I starts kissing down towards my collarbone, nibbling at my skin here and there. Involuntary I arch my back, pressing my body against his.

His mouth moves down to my cleavage, kissing the top of my breasts. "Fuck you taste so good, y/n. Tell me you want this." I remain silent until he pinches my nipples lightly through my top, a whimper leaving my mouth.

"Tell me you want this too or I will stop. Come on baby." The little hairs on my neck raise when he calls me that. I slowly nod, my eyes still closed. "Words. I need words. And open your eyes for me." I slowly open them, looking right into his when I do so. "Say it.." he whispers against my lips, grazing them with his own. "I - I want you too." I finally say, putting a smirk on his face before he presses his lips against mine, his left hand finding my cheek.

The kiss is passionate and longing, leaving no air in our lungs. "Fuck, this is gonna be so so good." he groans against me, climbing on top of me now fully.

He pushes my legs apart with his knees, settling between them afterwards. When he lets go of my lips, breathing heavy, he works his way down with his mouth again, starting at my chest. I bite down on my lip and let my hands go through his curls, pulling on some strands. He groans when I pull, his hands roaming up my body until he squeezes my tits through my top. They slowly push my top upwards until my chest is completely exposed. He looks down at me and grins satisfied. "Fuck how could you hide that for so long from me baby? You're killing me." he groans and I see him pushing his hips down against the mattress for some friction. I think this is the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life. Mattheo grinding against the mattress because he's hard for me.

He starts massaging my tits, leaning down with his mouth, sucking on my nipple. "Oh -" I press my lips together, trying to be quiet. I pull harder on his hair, making him groan and grind against the mattress again. God help me.

"If you keep pulling on my hair like that I'm not gonna last another second." he breathes out when he lets go of my nipple. A grin forms on my lips when I suddenly got my confidence back. " Oh so you mean you will last longer than a minute?" He frowns at me before leaning down again and biting my nipple, while playing with the other one. "Mattheo!" I hiss loudly making him laugh devilish against my skin.

"I don't know If I want you to scream my name or shutting the fuck up." he chuckles when he starts pulling down my skirt. "How about you shut the fuc-" before I could finish my sentence he stuffs two fingers into my mouth. "Use your mouth for something good and suck baby." I roll my eyes but still do as he says. I run my tongue around the top of his fingers playfully, smiling while doing so.

I gasp when I feel his other hand on my clothed pussy. "Shit, you're soaked y/n. Fucking dripping." he says with his jaw hanging down and his eyes on my private part.

With two fingers he pulls my panties down, making me gasp at the cold air against my wetness. "You make me go crazy, you know that? Bet you're so tight - oh fuck yeah." he moans when he slowly enters me with his fingers he used to pull my underwear down. You could hear the wetness all over the room. I bit down on his fingers when he starts to pump them in and out faster. "Hm yeah fucking moan for me, come on." he bites down on his lip while watching my lips wrapped around his fingers. I buckle my hips when his thumb starts teasing my clit, only touching it for a short moment before letting go of it. I indeed moan around his fingers, closing my eyes.

"I'm so hard for you I can't believe it myself." he mumbles to himself, leaning down so his breath hits my clit, pulling a whimper from me this time. He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and I hear them working his belt. "Mattheo please.." "What baby? Talk to me.." "Mhh I need more.. wanna feel you." I completely forget my pride while he fucks me with his fingers.

"Wanna feel my cock inside you? That's what you want?" "Fuck yes - please!" He pulls his fingers out of me, smiling when I whine in protest. I look up at him and see him sucking my juices off his fingers, making my stomach flip. "Taste so good princess." he groans and bites his bottom lip after pulling his fingers out of his mouth.

I watch him puling his pants down his legs, kicking them somewhere in the room. He pulls his shirt over his head, making me gasp in surprise. I knew he is fit but that fit? "Wanna take a picture?" he asks me cockily. "You wish." I scoff but smile as I see him smiling too.

I look down at him and gulp when I see the outline of his cock. "Don't worry baby, you're so wet for me It will fit without any trouble." He grabs my ankles and pulls me towards the edge of the bed. He places my legs over his shoulders, groaning again. " If I knew all these things about you I would have fucked you way earlier. For example how flexible you are." I giggle and raise my eyebrows. "I have a lot more hidden talents." "I bet." he says with a heavy breath, taking his cock into his hand and teasing my clit with his tip, brushing it over it again and again. "Mattheo.." I whine, desperate to feel him.

"I want you to beg me, just likee the little whore you are." he grins wickedly at me, using my words against me. he starts dragging his tip over my pussy, pushing it against my entrance but not enough to enter me. "Please fuck me Mattheo, please. I need to feel you, please."

He doesn't waste a second, pushing his whole length into me. "Oh my god!" I almost scream, feeling him in places I thought would't even be possible. Mattheo groans, squeezing his eyes shut, his mouth wide open. "Oh you're so fucking tight, unbelievable." He starts moving his hips in a fast pace, thrusting harder against me every time a moan or whine leaves my lips.

"You feel so good - so fucking good inside of me - fuck." I star babbling, only spurting Mattheo on. "Yeah baby, that's it. Just feel how my cock feels inside you tight little cunt. Such a pretty pussy for me." I let out a loud whine and start to claw into his back.

"Harder." he groans, his left hand finding it way around my throat. I dig my nails deeper into his skin making him chuckle deeply and smile down at me with dark eyes. Oh shit. His grip around my throat tightens, making me even wetter, " You like that, baby? Who would have thought that our little angel is such a whore for me huh?"

His hips start to move even faster than before, hitting my cervix at some point. "Oh Mattheo -" I choke out between some broken sobs. I don't know when the last time was where someone fucked me this good.

He laughs like the devil himself and says "what baby? thought you do't want me hm?" I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel a deep feeling inside my tummy. "Fuck I feel your little pussy squeezing me, you're close?" I just nod and gasp.

He slowly down to which I whine in protest. "No, no please Mattheo. Don't stop, please." I beg him without a second thought.

"Tell me you hate me again. Come on." I shake my head and groan in frustration. "Why not?" "I - I can't" He grins in satisfaction and picks up the pace from before. My walls start clenching around him, my hips buckling up against him widely and without a rhythm. "Scream my name." Mattheo." "Louder, fucking louder so they hear how we talked about our problems." he grins. "Fuck, Mattheo!" Then it hits me, like a wave crashing over me when I come around his cock, spasming around him.

"God you're milking me, baby." he moans when he feels me around him. While my head get's dizzy and I only see starts around me, he gets even faster and rougher, making me whimper now that I'm so sensitive. "Fucking come again." he demands, his tone deeper now. " I - I can't Mattheo. I'm so sensitive." I whimper when he rubs my clit again and fucks me shard that the headboard of the bed crushes against the wall. Oh they could definitely hear us.

"I promise you can baby, come on, It will feel so good princess. Just one more, for me." he says, working his finger so delicious against me. My lip trembles when he pulls a second orgasm from me, leaving me a whimpering mess under him. "Fuck yes, yes." His movements lose their rhythm, pumping his cock into me with zero control.

"Nhg baby I'm gonna come - fuck - where -" "come inside me." I say, still feeling like I'm on a cloud. He let's out a quite whimper before coming, but I still heard it. Then I feel his hot cum inside me, his body falling on top of mine while he still ruts against me. "Shit.." he breathes out heavily when he slowly comes down from his high.

I see him swallowing when he looks down at me. "I'm gonna die If this is a one - time thing." he says, making my heart miss a beat.

"It's not." I whisper against his lips before kissing him with a smile. He slowly pulls out of me, we both look down. I see him smirking when his cum leaks out of me.

Suddenly the door opens, both of our heads turning towards it. We see our friends standing in the doorway with confused looks and mouth wide open. The only one that looked smug about it was Draco. " Told you so." he chuckles. "Wow.." Enzo whispers looking at us. "I think I hate you too, y/n." he says. Mattheo pulls the bedsheets over us and growls at him. " You wish." "What the fuck! Why on my bed?" Theo yells, making all of us burst out in laughter.

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norrisleclercf1 · 10 months

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Hi love ❤ could you maybe write something for the Mini lando Series,maybe where reader does Grocerie Shopping with Aiden and Lando stays at home with Caleb. And while they are shopping some man flirts with reader and Aiden is like THATS my mom and she only loves my daddy. And then he tells lando what happend when they are home. And lando is jelous but thinks its funny how People still trie to hit on reader even with Baby and ring on her finger.

A/N: pffffft love this, Aiden totally has his dads sass. Aiden is about 5 and Caleb is 2. This happens before you become pregnant with your 3rd child Daniel William Norris.

Warnings: Fluff and Angst, yep that's right it's not always going to be sunshine and roses, slight crude language and joke

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"Just, call if you need anything okay?" You ask Lando, about to run to the grocery store he waves you off. "What? Think I can't take care of my own son?" It's a teasing comment but with a tiny bite.

Taking a deep breath you have to remind your self to remain calm to his comment. "Lando, you're a capable father, I'm just saying-" You stop pursing your lips. "Whatever, forget it. Aiden! Baby, come on we're leaving!" Aiden runs down the hall smiling.

He loved going to the store with you, Caleb was about 2 and now able to talk and run around so Aiden didn't get much peace. And at 5, he was already an old man with Lando's mouth to boot.

"I'm ready! Bye daddy." Lando crouches, kissing Aiden on the cheek. "Be good for you Mom or I won't be taking you karting. Understand?" Aiden has gotten into karting, nothing serious yet. But he was a natural talent and it started to worry you.

That's why there was so much tension between you and Lando recently. "Yes, sir. I'll be good for Mom." Running to the garage, leaving you and Lando alone. "We'll talk later." Is all Lando says, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek and off to check on Caleb.

""Sure." You mumble, wanting to shake off the fog in your brain. You wanted a good day with your son and fighting with your husband wasn't going to damper that. "Mama! Come on!" Aiden yells, hurrying you to the car.

Opening the door, you help him in, strapping him into the booster seat. "Is Daddy mad?" Fingers fumble slightly with the last buckle at his question you look up. "No, baby. We're just having an adult conversation. He's not mad at you, I promise." Aiden nods, his question quickly forgotten by him but not by you.

The drive is relatively nice as you park, going over the rules again with Aiden who just nods saying "yes mom". Running into the store he grabs one of the mini buggies, making sure to copy you. The two of you giggle and talk about his karting.

Not even noticing as a man approaches you until he grabs something off the top shelf for you. "Here you go gorgeous." The guy smiles, you give a tight lip one taking the box of pasta from him. "Thanks." Aiden staring at the guy, wondering what he was doing.

"You're welcome. Can't turn down a stunning woman like you now can I? What kind of person would I be?" He chuckles moving closer, but not enough to make you uncomfortable. "One who isn't my daddy." Aiden's voice has the guy looking down, you hiding a smile as you turn.

"Excuse me little guy?" The man shocked at the little kids quip. "It's not little guy, my name is Aiden. You're not my daddy, and the only one to call Mommy pretty is Daddy." Aiden standing firm, staring the guy down. "Oh, well I don't see your daddy." Winking at you, now you're stepping in but Aiden doesn't stop.

"Daddy is busy at home with my little brother. He also drives super fast cars, the orange one. Unless you drive one like Daddy and Uncle Carlos or Uncle Pear you can't call Mommy pretty." The guy steps back, rolling his eyes. "Whatever." And walks off leaving you in shock.

"Aiden Carlos." Your voice calm, Aiden looks down. He knew he shouldn't have done that. His mommy could handle herself but...daddy always told him to protect mommy when he wasn't there. "Are you going to tell Daddy?" He knew he did wrong, talking back to a stranger unaware of what he could do.

"No, you will." Sighing you head to check out. "Mommy?" Aiden's voice soft as you two drive back. "Yes?" Aiden sniffles kicking his little feet. "I was just doing what Daddy does for you." He whispers, eyes looking in the rearview mirror you catch Aiden's head down.

"What do you mean baby?" Confused by that. "Daddy always protects Mommy, and Uncle Carlos said since I'm the oldest I have to protect you and Caleb when Daddy isn't here. I'm sorry." Sniffling again, reaching back you squeeze his little leg.

"My little boy. You don't need to do that. When you're bigger and older, sure. But you're still my little baby, it's my job to protect you." Aiden smiles, nodding as you pull into the garage.

The garage door opens, showing Caleb being held by Lando who laughs as Lando blows raspberries on his stomach. "Mama!" Caleb giggles, Aiden jumping out and running inside.

"Something happen?" Lando asks, you nod. Lando just nods sucking in his cheeks placing Caleb down. "I'll go talk to him." Caleb carrying light bags of groceries inside happy to help.

Lando walks to his eldest son's room, poking his head in not seeing Aiden he goes to second best spot. "Bubs?" Lando calls pushing open his office door, Aiden staring at all the trophies, helmets, and pictures.

"I thought I told you to be good?" Lando sighs, crouching to be eye level with the boy sitting in the desk chair. "I was, but a stranger was calling Mommy names and I protected her just like you and Uncle Carlos always say to do." Aiden whines, for such a little boy he sure did have mature emotions.

Anger fuels Lando hearing this, he has to take a couple deep breaths before asking his next question. "What kind of names, bubs? It's okay you can tell me." Lando comforts him, Aiden's curls bouncing back to place from Lando's fingers.

"They kept calling Mommy pretty, and doing what you do." Lando blinks, the anger shaping into jealousy. A guy was hitting on you? With his ring on your finger and in front of his child? Okay, this could be worse.

Lando having to talk himself down. "Aiden, you have to let Mommy handle that until your bigger, understand?" Aiden nods, staring at a picture of you, Aiden, and him holding a trophy. "Can we still kart?" Lando smirks, ruffling his hair. "Yeah, go get dressed." Aiden running off.

Lando stands, taking in the pictures. First date, Wedding, His first WDC, your entire life together was here. Yet he was still feeling jealous? He hated it. Walking back, he sees Caleb watching bluey holding his stuffed koala given to him by Oscar.

"Y/n?" You poke your head around the corner, Lando walks into the kitchen kicking the standout the door swinging closed. "A guy hit on you?" Voice calm, but even you could hear the lace of anger.

"Yes, but it was handled, by our 5-year-old. Apparently, you and Carlos have put in his head he's allowed to do that." You hiss, angry at the fact that your son could've been put in harm's way. "Y/n, that's not the point here, a guy hit on you." His temper fizzles out quickly as he laughs.

"What is so damn funny? This isn't funny!" You snap, pushing his shoulder as Lando just laughs. "This fucker hit on you, while you wear my ring. My child was next to you, and I'm here acting like a jealous teenager." He laughs harder shaking his head at his own actions.

"I felt threatened when I'm the one who married you, the one who is the father of two gorgeous boys. And," He steps closer, wrapping an arm around your waist pulling you into his chest. "The one who gets to fill you every night." You slap a hand over his mouth, feeling the smirk on your palm.

"Are you crazy! The kids could hear." Anger slipping too as you roll your eyes. "M swommy." Words muffled you drop your hand. "What?" "I'm sorry. About our fight recently and now, this. Just, ever since we had Aiden; I've been worried about your safety and the kids. Now I understand what Fernando and the others felt over their kids and partners." Lando wraps you in a hug.

"Lando, I love you. But, if you ever tell our child to do that again. I'm slicing your balls." Lando snorts shaking his head. "You love my balls to much." You shove him away as he laughs loudly.

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blue-sterling0357 · 9 months

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Ciel with a s/o who uses a lot of sarcasm?

( I wrote a much as possible for my pea-brain..)

Ciel Phantomhive with a sarcastic! S/O

┠ Ciel is kind of confused but likes the little bit sense of humor you have in your tone…if you have any that is, he himself can be a bit sarcastic at times, but honestly people don’t often understand sarcasm from genuine and serious ways of talking, so he doesn’t do it too often, but you on the other hand…..

┠ When people ask blatantly stupid and obvious questions, Ciel has this horrible urge to use sarcasm to answer them but he doesn’t as he’s a high man but you have no fear and so you give all those answers he’s thinking but won’t speak out…

┠ People can’t even say anything to you, as you’re not their servant or kid and are a s/o of THE CIEL PHANTOMHIVE! They don’t obviously want to get ripped to shreds by his and the butler’s passive-aggressive comments or they may not be seen again….honestly depends…

┠ Sebastian honestly understand everything you say if Ciel can’t, and he tries hard not to laugh cause honestly you’re the only one who has a sense of humor in such a time, god people are miserable and especially the demon he has to serve a puppy who yaps all the time….

┠ Ciel cannot count the time you answered sarcastically to someone and they tried to make sure they don’t do anything rash…..Makes up as it is quite funny seeing the people’s reactions, it’s priceless and very funny….

┠ And you not only answer that way to other people but the servants as well obviously…and hey obviously don’t understand you, until Sebastian gives them a remark on how dumb they actually are…

┠ At times Ciel also doesn’t understand you…..until Sebastian says, “Please forgive bocchan, dear, he is still only a child~” while Ciel is slapping and hitting him, blushing and yelling “SEBASTIAN HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A CHILD, I HAVE A LOVER AND ALREADY OLD ENOUGH!”….And you’re in the background only giggling at them…

┠ Ciel having a sarcastic S/O means, he will have be laughing or getting annoyed and mad at you for speaking in sarcasm while Sebastian just stands there grinning to himself….He knows, he’s a bit dense, but stop it for god’ s sake!

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4ngel-inc · 5 months

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CHUUYA NAKAHARA W/ A TALLER GIRLFRIEND — "𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝔫𝔬𝔴" ୧ ‧₊˚

notes: this is a niche post ok no one judge me—i wrote it for me hehehehe (we all needed this post tho ngl). 1.3k words.

warnings: mdni. fem reader, teasing chuuya (lovingly) about his height but also being worried your own height may bother him, an angry chuuya, he's mad while fingering you, playful teasing.

𝟒:𝟓𝟒 𝐏.𝐌.

"oooh-taking your gloves off? you gonna tickle me to death?" despite the way your pretty lashes fluttered against your warm cheeks as you giggled, chuuya wasn't amused—not in the slightest.

you were sprawled out on your shared bed, relaxing on your back with your hair touseled over the pillow a bit, a few little strands stuck to your lips. he knew you well enough to know you were only looking for attention—you always brought out that little sarcastic side when you were feeling needy for him.

he knew he'd been ignoring you lately—but it wasn't on purpose. there was simply too much work piling up on his desk—too much shit to think about. it was the busiest time of the year for the port mafia, and though he enjoyed his job, he was feeling worn out. even arahabaki itself couldn't sustain him when he worked long days like this.

however, the way you eye-fucked him as he sipped on his favorite red wine, the expensive bottle resting at its usual place on the bedside table, had him thinking maybe he'd play your game for a while, if it meant getting what he wanted in the end.

he wanted you on your knees, begging for forgiveness at your sly little comment. isn't it true that shorter guys are usually less successful in business? i'm so glad that never held you back, baby.

he set the glass on the bedside table next to his gloves with a clink before approaching you at the bed, not climbing on top of you like you clearly expected, you arms making little grabby motions as he came closer—his face was completely neutral, despite your sweet, flirty smile, almost as though he didn't hear your comment at all.

chuuya was fully aware you liked seeing him angry—he teased you about it often. you just wanted to get me riled up, is that it? want some attention, baby? i don't think that's very funny. normally he brushed off your little comments—making his own in return and poking fun at you as well, but today, he simply wasn't in the mood.

it was his day off, he just wanted to fuck you, wanted you to help him relax—was that too much to ask from his sweet girl?

it had been difficult to focus on the words you were saying previously with how kissable you looked in that moment, soft lips and pretty eyes staring back at him like he held your whole world in his hands—he could never resist you. you were his greatest weakness, he'd accepted it long ago.

however, as soon as you made that comment, something darkened in his eyes.

"that's right, baby. the gloves are coming off—you wanted to see me like this, anyways, didn't you?"

only silence filled the room as he finished off his glass of wine, letting the red liquid slide down his throat with a single swallow.

chuuya's personality always seemed to change when he took his gloves off, and after almost a year together, he'd still never actually told you how the being inside him works—he'd only told you the gloves helped him stay in control, that they made him feel more human.

"i know why you're doing this, anyways." he sighed before rolling his eyes, leaning over your body and pressing his lips to yours—a sweet, soft kiss.

"oh? and why is that?" you pressed your lips to his again, surely tasting the lingering wine on his lips—clearly craving more as your hands slipped under his shirt to squeeze at his waist, pulling him closer to you.

"because my anger gets that little cunt wet, doesn't it? makes my slutty little girlfriend wanna fuck my brains out, yeah?"

you squirmed under his touch as his fingers trailed down your body, stopping when he felt the dampness of your pussy through your panties, rubbing soft circles over your clit.

𝟓:𝟎𝟖 𝐏.𝐌.

"hm, you want a boyfriend a little taller than you, that it, baby?"

chuuya was working you open with his fingers—words punctuated by the way he curled them inside you, making you arch your back as your head hung off the edge of the bed, tits bouncing with each harsh thrust of his fingers. his eyes were drawn to the light sheen of sweat covering your skin. you were just so damn beautiful—always so responsive to his touch.

"remember last night, when you came all over my fingers twice? told me i had the prettiest fingers you've ever seen, yeah? that a lie?"

chuuya knew well how his presence affected you—always catching you stealing glances at him when you thought he wasn't looking. you looked at him like he hung the moon with his own hands, and he knew you didn't mean your little sideways comments—but he was intent on punishing you nonetheless.

it was what you wanted, after all. your bratty comments always meant you wanted to be fucked—wanted to be the only thing on his mind for a while. if that's what you wanted, he'd surely give it to you.

"or maybe you wanna run back to those weak fucks you used to date—think they could fuck you better than me, yeah?"

"n-no, only y-you. . ."

his cock was hard and throbbing in his pants, delighted at the way you'd submitted to him entirely, so fucked out you couldn't form a proper sentence. he let his fingers slip out of you slowly, kissing your clit softly as he did, a wave of your slick following as you dripped onto the sheets.

he slapped your pussy with two fingers, harshly rubbing your clit with them afterward and making your thighs tremble.

"you want me to fuck this little cunt, yeah? fine, turn around for me baby—lemme see that pussy."

𝟕:𝟐𝟎 𝐏.𝐌.

"does it ever bother you that i'm taller than you?"

he laughed at that, "c'mon, seriously?" he'd assumed you were past the point of joking about this now.

"no, i'm serious, 'chu—sometimes i wonder if you don't like that about me." you stroked his cheek as he lay next to you, the soft gesture almost lulling him to sleep after fucking you so intensely—he was worn out from the entire week, only wanting to hide in bed with his favorite girl and sleep for a while.

he let himself sink further into your touch as his eyes drifted closed, voice soft and sleepy. "hmm- never bothered me once, princess. does it bother you?"

"no, not at all, i'm just. . . not very interesting—i guess it's not really about the height thing at all. i sometimes wonder if you'd be happier with someone more like you—someone special." your words sounded a bit more like a confession to yourself than to chuuya.

"that shit means nothing to me—i'm the strongest skill user in the port mafia and i'll beat the shit out of anyone who even looks at you wrong." he was more awake now, words seeming to defend you from some nonexistent threat he had imagined in his head at that moment.

he asssumed you were waiting for more reassurance, that your insecurities were still pulling you away from him, so he continued.

"wouldn't change anything about us—we're damn sure perfect for each other and you know i don't say shit like that often."

you buried your face in his side, reaching up to rest your hand in the curve of his neck—your favorite place, softly stroking the skin there.

"hmm, i agree. but if anyone's perfect here, it's you."

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