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ghostgirl101 · 4 months

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Hi!! Loved your post about Oliver Quick being obsessed. How about Farleigh being obsessed with you 👁️👁️👁️

Dating Farleigh Start Would Be Like This...

A/N: Pffft his face here is a whole mood 😭 I got a similar request for Felix too, so he's next 🙃 Dating headcanons coming right up, with a side order of freaking obsessive, naturally:

⚜️• I don't know what to say about this guy that isn't already shown in the pic 😏 he's a cocky, rude, arrogant flirtatious player who takes every opportunity and advantage to use to his best. Once something's caught his attention, it'll play on his mind and he'll get to it in his own way, because that's the Farleigh Start we know and love.

⚜️• You'll meet him at Oxford, maybe hanging out around his friends with Felix and the rest, maybe not. I think he'd be very much drawn to someone who's not like the girls he sees always running after Felix or trying to make him jealous when they don't have his attention. You be you, and when he uses a very bold and seemingly smooth line on you, give him a look of amusement and slight confusion, and he'll be stunned that you didn't fall all over him for his charms like he's used to.

⚜️• Farleigh just watches you leave for a solid minute in bewilderment and intrigue because the guy got kicked out of every school because of how he is, but apparently, you're not that easy? This is new...?

⚜️• Don't think Farleigh's just some rich prick playboy who has to pick on the smarter kids to stay in college though, because he's surprisingly smart, which wouldn't be a first guess based on the way he acts around people and mocks anyone who isn't anywhere in his circle of friends and social class with Felix. If you saw him reviewing essays and stuff with Oliver and the teacher near the beginning of the movie, you can see he knows his terminology and how to study to get good enough grades in class. The only reason he kept getting kicked out of schools was for messing around with the teachers. It's not like Farleigh's stupid, not at all, but there's no way he's going to work harder than he has to... which isn't that hard at all.

⚜️• So when he saunters over to you yet again with his familiar arrogant smirk and charm, offering you a drink while his eyes unsubtly trail up and down your figure in intrigue, and you smile in amusement and casually turn him down... 😑😐 (his face) and then realises that okay, he might have to work harder than he usually does, because there's something about you that's made him curious, Farleigh has to rethink for a second before trying to get you to tag along with him and his friends more often.

⚜️• If Felix doesn't ask you over to Saltburn for the holidays, Farligh will nag at him to do it, with seemingly no other reason than "you're hot" and "why not have a new face?" and whatever else he thinks up on the spot that's half earnest and true, and also because a big manor out in the country with private gardens is just the perfect place to take this person he's been mildly obsessing over for the past while to draw them in... Felix, say yes now, because boy won't take no for an answer.

⚜️• During the course of your stay and hanging out around Farleigh, you'll come to realise that he's actually not a total jackass and snob that fools around with any girl he thinks is hot enough. His ties with the Cattons are pretty fragile and complex, and there's a lot more to him than he'll ever really show. There's a lot of pressure in fitting in and matching Saltburn's aesthetic and definition, but if you're someone who's not completely used to all the wealth and standards and makes him feel more relaxed and accepted without a facade everyone seems to wear, you'll see more and more of what makes Farleigh, Farleigh.

⚜️• So well done to him for discovering that there's more to an aspiring relationship than just the sex and passion, there's communication and actually getting to know each other too 👏

⚜️• As you get properly closer, you'll see that the dude gets ridiculously jealous when any other guy or girl shows an interest in you that goes past platonic in his eyes. He's started arguments and fights before about lesser things, so don't think he won't tense up and his eyes won't narrow into an annoyed glare at whoever it is that's taking up too much of your time. Farleigh will probably finish it off by humiliating them in some way, smirking in amusement from his seat as he watches his efforts pay off, and shrug with a faux innocent look when you call him out on it.

⚜️• If Oliver Quick happens to be Felix's guest at Saltburn too, Farleigh's jealousy levels and possessiveness will spike too, along with a hint of protectiveness. Since he basically thought right from the beginning that there was something weird about Oliver - maybe not to the realistic point that's revealed, but enough to not have one friendly or lighthearted word for him - Oliver going to you for friendship or most likely something more will only motivate Farleigh to exclude him as much as he can from the rest of the group.

⚜️• I feel like Farleigh would grow to quickly love what it means to be in a committed and official relationship, when before he turned his nose up at the idea of being restrained to only one person instead of a fling, and not having to worry about telling each other things that go too deep. It seems to all come naturally with you, and he loves it; being a loud and gleefully obnoxious supporter when you're doing whatever club or sport or anything at all with half a crowd watching from the sidelines. Proud, smug boyfriend right in the front row taking an unnecessary amount of photos to put up on a wall in his room.

⚜️• Farleigh makes simping look good. 😎

⚜️• He'll take advantage of the money he gets to buy you as expensive things as he can get, smirking proudly when he remembers you talking about something you like to get you. Farleigh can absolutely be romantic if he tries, mostly when you're alone and he makes sure he's the first one to tell you he loves you, it'll be surprisingly heartfelt and sweet and vulnerable, and then you've officially, one hundred per cent, seen Farleigh Start for everything he really is, which isn't all bad at all.

⚜️• Big-time pda, and if you're not into that, tell him now, right now, because he's fairly shameless and won't think twice before showing off to his friends by making out with you at uncalled moments, or being more subtle and sweet by having his arm naturally around your shoulders when you're watching a movie or at some social event. Big handholder as well; walking to and from class, alone, in public, doesn't make a difference to him.

⚜️• His jealousy factors into his affection outside sometimes, not that he doesn't trust you, but Farleigh definitely isn't the only player around, and when you're at Saltburn with Felix, he might find himself being frustratedly insecure that you'll be drawn to him because... well, it's Felix, and everyone loves Felix. So when you show that you're not interested at all and it's Farleigh you're dating, duh, he'll chill out a bit after being clingy for a day or two.

⚜️• I will say that even though I don't write smut, it's gotta be obvious that you'll have more than enough going on behind closed doors, because it's Farleigh, and he likes you a lot, so... yeah, brace yourself 😏

⚜️• All I'm gonna say, though, is watch out for Oliver Quick, who's most likely watching it all with that familiar longing and envy of having such a close and strong relationship with someone beautiful and unique, who seems to fit in with the rest of the family just by being you. He's going to. want it, really want it, and whether he gets it or not is a matter of luck and dark fate.

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httpswritings · 4 months

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Can't Remember To Forget You — Alexia Putellas x Jenni Hermoso

Warnings: a small mention of irritated skin, i guess some people may find skin harm triggering.

Word count: 2076

Summary: Alexia and Jenni have to share a room for the World Cup.

A/N: I love reading Alexia x Jenni's fics and I got inspired to write this. I don't know if there'll be a second part as I'm currently working on other fics' second parts and writing new stories.

When Jenni got told that both Alexia and her were going to share a room, she knew she had to mentally prepare herself for having Alexia so near. It had been a while since they both broke up, but the older woman knew that «it was always going to be Alexia.» On the other hand, Alexia was aware of the situation being a bit uncomfortable, but it didn't seem to bother her more than expected.

Jenni was one of the first crushes Alexia had ever had. Everyone was always laughing when they got near her. She was caring, tender, and had great humor. Plus, there was a four-year age difference between them, making Alexia feel intrigued by the older woman. It took Jenni a couple of years since meeting Alexia for the first time to be interested in her.

The Spanish National Team entered the hotel; players were divided into pairs, except Irene and Ivana, who were going to stay in a room with their wives and children. Alexia was waiting for Jenni until the older woman suggested Alexia to head to their room without her without any worries. Jenni stayed chatting with Misa and Laia, who were partnered up. “I don't know how things are between you and her, but if you feel like it's too uncomfortable, you can call us.” The Real Madrid's goalkeeper felt a little lost in the ex-couple's situation but still offered some support along with Laia. “It's weird, but it'll pass with the passing of days.” Jenni waved goodbye at the pair and headed to the room, where she found Alexia placing her hygiene products in the bathroom.

“It's nice. The room, I mean...” Alexia nodded, looking up to face Jenni. “I've chosen the bed nearest to the window. Let me know if you want to switch them. I have no problem.” Jenni shook her head and proceeded to unpack her things. Neither of them said a word until Alexia asked Jenni if she wanted her to wait for her to go down to the lobby to reunite with the team. Jenni shook her head again, and Alexia couldn't help but roll her eyes. «This is going to be really hard», she thought.

After having dinner, Alexia went earlier to the room. She tucked herself into the bed. The room was dark and silent, but her mind was loud enough to create the illusion of the room being filled with a crowd. She kept hearing people going in and out of the rooms. A particular laugh caught her attention. She heard Jenni and Misa, accompanied by Laia, who was rushing to sush them. “She's probably sleeping, Misa. Leave her alone.” But Misa insisted on visiting Alexia. “C'mon! It's the first day, and tomorrow we only have a stretching session at midday. It's barely half past nine!” Alexia closed her eyes as she felt some light intruding the room when the three girls entered the room. “See! She's already asleep! Let's go to our room.” Laia dragged Misa out of the room, gaining some whines from the goalkeeper. Jenni couldn't stop the soft giggles from listening to Misa and Laia argue in the hallway as if they were children, their voices only silencing when they closed their room.

“I was not asleep. I'm curious about what you three had in mind.” Jenni jumped, as she didn't expect Alexia to talk. “Jesus, Alexia. I thought you were already asleep.” Alexia got on her elbows, looking at her ex-girlfriend. "Misa wanted to hang out in our room, and Laia, well, she was trying to make sure you didn't wake up.”

Jenni changed into her pyjamas in the bathroom, and when she got out of the bathroom, Alexia couldn't help but appreciate her body. The way Jenni's long legs adjusted to her pink pyjama shorts, and her breasts were perfectly defined by the t-shirt she was wearing. She blushed when she noticed that Jenni had caught her staring, so she rolled over and wished Jenni goodnight.

“Goodnight, Alexia.”

Alexia woke up before Jenni. It was still dark, but she could see Jenni's figure going up and down as she breathed. She remembered the mornings when she would wake up with Jenni sleeping next to her. She loved waking up to a naked Jenni sleeping next to her. Sometimes she would wake her up in between kisses to end up making love to her, «waking you up as you deserve», that was what she always told her. Most of the time, she would admire Jenni's beauty. Alexia was a woman of few words, but Jenni's figure made her feel inspired enough to get into detail, describing every mole, every scar, and every redness. It was more than pure sexual desire. It was love. Pure love.

As the minutes passed by, the room started to lighten up, making the vision of Jenni's figure more clear. She was facing Alexia. Her black hair over her face. Alexia laughed thinking about the days where she would wake up with a tingling sensation on her face, being Jenni's hair interrupting her sleep. Alexia's eyes moved to Jenni's slightly parted lips.

Jenni knew how to kiss, depending on the moment. She could give her the most delicate kiss ever, as a sign of «I'm here with you», «I love you», «You are safe». But she could also give Alexia the roughest and filthiest kiss as a way of saying «I need you», «let's go to the bedroom» or «let's make love». For the very first time in a long time, Alexia felt the need to feel Jenni's lips against hers.

She became aware of that feeling. «Alexia, you're ovulating. Quit this nonsense thinking.» The voice in her mind was trying to convince her of the opposite of what she was thinking. She felt a tingling sensation below her core. The need to wake Jenni up and beg her to touch her, to kiss her, to let her make love to her. She looked at the time on her phone. There were still twenty minutes until the alarm would go off. She closed her eyes. All types of memories of her past relationship with Jenni came back to her, hitting her like a truck.

Jenni helped Alexia experiment back in the day. With her, she explored different areas of her sexuality. When they got together, Jenni was more sexually experienced than Alexia, but that was never a problem. They decided to wait some months until they made love for the first time. Alexia smiled as she remembered how well it went. Jenni couldn't stop holding her. She had never felt that loved, even if she had had good experiences before Jenni. But with her... It was different. «Ale, if you feel the need to stop, tell me. No matter how far we've gone. Tell me whatever you need to make you feel as good as possible.»

Alexia felt overwhelmed the first time Jenni gave her an orgasm, finishing with some giggles. They shared a precious moment of intimacy. The Catalan woman couldn't forget the first time she gave Jenni an orgasm. Seeing her blissful face as she called Alexia's name out was something Alexia couldn't even describe to this day. Every time she made Jenni orgasm, she felt more addicted to her and the sounds she made. «Ale! Right there, mi vida. Right there...»

Alexia was so induced by her memories that she didn't realize Jenni was waking up. “Good morning.”

The Catalan looked over Jenni's bed, seeing her with a timid smile, so sweet if it wasn't because of the way Alexia was feeling right now, which had nothing to do with sweetness but pure lust.

“Good morning, Jenni.”

«This can't be happening to me!» Alexia couldn't think properly. She didn't know how to act. All that was on her mind was the image of Jenni's butt perfectly shaped by her underwear. She pressed her legs against each other, gaining a pleasant sensation below her core. «Is she playing games with me?», Maybe that's not a big deal for her. It's not the first time someone from the team is in her underwear in front of me. This happens in the locker room many times. It's not a big deal. It's not a big deal. It's not a big deal.»

Actually, Jenni didn't do it on purpose. She realized what she had done when she entered the bathroom. Her body stayed completely frozen in front of the mirror. She didn't know how to get out of that situation. Thankfully, Misa and Laila knocked on the door. “Good morning, girls!”

«I don't know why I was grateful for them coming over, because this is even weirder. How am I supposed to get out of the bathroom like this?»

Misa called Jenni from the bedroom. The older woman decided to give some naturalness to the situation. «If it gets weird, just joke about it.»

She got out of the bedroom, and silence filled the room. “What? Does my morning face scare you or what?” She pretended to be as unbothered as possible. “Were you hot last night?”, Misa asked, gaining a hit on the shoulder from Laia. “Yes, very hot. I couldn't sleep.” The goalkeeper felt a little lost. «Yesterday she was uncomfortable with sharing a room with Alexia, and now she gets out of the bathroom almost bottomless.» Misa knew Jenni never felt weirder out by showing skin around people she trusted. It was normal to be topless on Spain's beaches, and no one really cared apart from tourists. Plus, they all got changed in the locker room. It was the fact that Alexia had stayed immobile on her bed, playing with her hands and gluing her hands to them, unable to look up since Jenni had left the bathroom.

Laia and Misa eventually left, leaving Jenni and Alexia alone. “Sorry, I didn't remember I had taken my pants off. Maybe it was because of the jet lag, but I couldn't sleep, and the sheets started to be itchy without any reason because they are clean, but if it makes you uncomfortable, I understand that—”

“No. It's fine.” Alexia finally looked at Jenni, gaining a smile from the older woman. “Why didn't you tell that to Misa instead of agreeing on you being warm?”

“Because I actually was. As I scratched my skin to stop the stitching, or at least to try to, it left me with a warm sensation on my skin, especially on my stomach. I'd have to put some lotion on, I guess, because I'm still getting some reaction from it.”

Alexia frowned. “Still from last night? May I see? If it's not too much for you.” Jenni pulled her shirt off over her stomach, only leaving that area visible, and Alexia jumped off the bed to get near her. “Jenni! It's red. You need to put some lotion on. Did you do this just by scratching? Are you sure it's not an allergic reaction?” Jenni melted at Alexia's preoccupation. It reminded her of how Alexia behaved when she was her girlfriend. Caring, clingy and funny.

“Can I touch it?” Jenni nodded, tensing to the contact of Alexia's hand on the irritated area of her stomach, trying to be as delicate as she could. “Jennifer, I'm serious. If you don't go to get that checked, I'm dragging you towards the medical team by myself.“

Yeah, that was also Alexia. She could be the most easy-going person in the field, but as soon as something happened, she would remain stoic about her position and do whatever she thought was right. Jenni loved that side of her, too. She would usually tease her, «Okay, Captain!» and Alexia would not give any answer back, still focused on whatever happened.

But now it was different. They had that tension around them. Still sexually attracted, they were cautious around each other, not wanting to make the other one uncomfortable.

“Don't worry, Ale—Alexia. I'll get it checked, but probably after having breakfast. I'm starving.” Alexia still had her hand on Jenni's stomach when she noticed her hand tremble, accompanied by a sound from Jenni's body, indicating how hungry she was, making the two of them laugh as they forgot for a few seconds all the tension they had been holding.

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silverofthunder · 2 months

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☆ watcher in the night ☆

Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader

summary: You nodded slowly, trying to get all of this – the whole moment – to fully sink in while you studied the painted face of the man. His expression was soft, in a way, and he seemed curious, though you could also sense the danger underneath all of that.

content: 2.6k words, mystery (kind of), drama, fantasy, some feelings i guess, i don't even know, SFW (i think?)

!! mentions of blood and killing !!

So, I have no idea where this came from. I just started to write and it kind of escalated. This is different from what I've used to write but oh my, how fun writing this was! Let me know what you think. 😊

The cemetery wasn’t far from your home and one evening you decided on a whim to go there late at night. You took your bag and slipped a pen and a small notebook into it with a smile on your face – you never knew when the inspiration might strike so you had to be prepared. You zipped up your hoodie and grabbed the keys from the small dresser and checked that your phone was in your pocket before leaving your apartment.

It wasn’t that dark outside due to summer and the air felt more chilly than you thought but you didn’t bother to turn back to get a coat. You didn’t plan on staying at the cemetery for long, after all. There wasn’t much people on the move – you saw only a few teenagers hanging out nearby the cemetery as you finally reached the main gate.

You opened the gate, the creaking sound echoing in the quiet of the night. Your eyes took in the surroundings as fast as they could and as you walked along the main path, you started to feel a bit nervous and wonder if this had been a really bad idea. You remembered how it usually didn’t end up well when people visited cemeteries at night in the movies.

With a shake of your head you tried to get rid off those horrible images – it was silly to even think that something could happen. Or technically it wasn’t but you didn’t want to think the worst. Instead you focused on tombstones, their outlines and followed the path until you came to the spot where you could see one of the oldest graves, the big stone on top of a small mound.

You decided to head there and turned right, stepping on to the grass and following a line between two rows of tombstones. Then you took a turn to the left and passed a large tree, almost tripping to one of its roots that was sticking out from the ground. You hissed a curse as you regained your balance, breathed slowly in and out before continuing walking. As you finally reached the grave, you lowered your bag onto the ground and placed your hands on the stone.

It was cold and there was some kind of pattern on top of it as you run your fingers along the surface. Whoever was buried there must have been well-known and notable person.

A sudden rustle made you jump and you turned around, your heart picking up pace in your chest. You couldn’t see anyone and soon there was a sound of flapping and croak, so you suspected it to be some bird flying away. Sighing you returned to your bag and sat down on the grass, leaning your back against the tombstone. You searched for the notebook and pen and took your phone out of your pocket, putting the flashlight on and setting the phone leaning against the tombstone. Then you let your mind wander for a while.

The quietness was a bit unsettling and the chilliness was slowly getting into you, making you regret not getting that coat before coming here. You did your best to focus on the surroundings, the scent of summer night and let your hand guide the words out of your mind, ink them onto the page of notebook.

It wasn’t a story, just some random thoughts about creatures of the night. The one’s who lived in the shadows, had sharp fangs and carried a mysterious aura around them. You weren’t sure if you actually believed the existence of those creatures but it was certainly intriguing thought. A small smile made its way on to your lips as you wrote more words down.

Soon something flew past you fast and you shrieked, dropping your pen and notebook to the ground. Your head turned fast from side to side as you tried to see what it had been. As you couldn’t see anything this time either, you shook your head and picked the pen and notebook up, mumbling some calming mantra to yourself.

You opened the notebook and saw the inkline speading from one word all the way down to the bottom of the page. It called you to doodle something onto it before you turned the next, plank page and continued writing. You could feel your heart beating just a bit faster than it normally would – you couldn’t help it, the sudden noices in the quiet had gotten you nervous and you were kind of waiting for something to happen again.

When the chilliness was getting so uncomfortable, fingers feeling stiff from holding the pen, you decided it was time to leave. You put the notebook and pen into the bag, took your phone, slipping it into your pocket and hoisted yourself up, smoothing out your hoodie and jeans. And just as you were ready to leave, your eyes landed on some figure standing beside the tree on the right. You blinked, hoping it was just your mind playing tricks on you, but the figure was still there.

Your heart missed a beat and you swallowed, staring at the figure. Then it moved closer to you and you could see it was a man.

”Isn’t it a bit late to be out here?” he spoke with a soft, deep voice, taking slow steps towards you. His features came more clear – his other eye was white, face covered with some kind of paint. He was wearing ripped jeans and a shirt that looked like something that was worn centuries ago. You took a step back as he got closer, eyeing to the side and considering just running away.

He stopped moving, eyes scanning you and you just stood there, nervousness stinging within you.

”Who are you?” the words slipped out before you even realized you had opened your mouth.

The man’s lips curved into a smile, flashing something white and sharp, and now you really were sure your mind was just messing with you. You blinked and pinched your arm but the man was still there, and so was the smile on his lips, too. Nothing sharp visible this time, though, and you sighed, but it didn’t really settle your racing heart.

”Just having my night walk,” the man said and you raised your brow.

”On a walk at the cemetery?” you stated and the man chuckled.

”Sí,” he said in another language – Italian maybe? – and took a step closer to you. ”Seems like you were having your own moment here, too.”

You eyed him suspiciously, watching his movements like a hawk. He didn’t look threatening but you still couldn’t be sure… And just like he was reading your thoughts, he raised his hands up a little as if to show he didn’t have any indication of hurting you. Still, it didn’t ease your suspicions much but some part of your mind held a thought that he would have probably hurt you already if he wanted to do that.

”I was just leaving…” you said quietly, trying to keep your voice steady. The man didn’t move or say anything so you just turned and started to walk away. You had to take a look at where the man was left standing after a moment and couldn’t see him anymore. Just as you were about to sigh from relief, you turned your gaze back to forward and stumbled back as the man was now right in front of you.

He grabbed a hold of your arm.

”Careful,” he spoke as you stared at him with wide eyes. His white eye glowed in the dark, the other seeming to slowly change color if you saw correctly. It was dark after all, so you couldn’t fully trust your vision. He seemed to breath slowly in through his nose while a small smirk made its way onto his lips. For a moment his fingers tightened around your arm, you could feel his nails digging into your flesh and it felt way too sharp to be normal. Your heart was beating in your chest rapidly and you pulled your hand away from the man’s hold.

The man shook his head a bit after the contact was lost and let out a small laugh and now you could see the white, sharp fangs clearly. You swallowed, thoughts starting to race in your head.

”What are you?”

It was barely a whisper but you knew the man had heard it. He stepped closer and you were sure now it was time to flee and you tried to take a step back but something stopped you. There was a slight swish of wind and for a moment your felt a bit dizzy and then you felt the man’s hand under your chin as he leaned closer.

You couldn’t be sure if your heart had missed two beats instead of just one but now you were completely frozen. You could move your legs so you probably could leave but for some reason you didn’t… want to.

”I’m sure you already have the answer in your mind,” the man answered finally, voice smooth like a velvet. It seemed to resonate everywhere, making you feel so… strange. It was really hard to describe – it felt like it reached somewhere deep within you and calmed you down somehow.

”The creatures like that don’t exist,” you said.

”That’s what your mind is trying to tell you,” the man said, moving his hand slightly and starting to trace along your cheek with his sharp fingernail, strangely gentle. ”Hate to disappoint but the creatures you’re thinking about are real and I’m one of them.”

He showed his fangs and his non-white eye changed to glow red. It certainly looked real, felt real but also a bit of dream-like. Like two worlds mixing, the lines of reality and fantasy blurred.

”You’ve surely used some… unholy mojo on me,” you stated and the man chuckled.

”Only a little,” he admitted, gently tapping your lips with his finger. ”To make you feel more calm. If you want to go, you can, I’m not stopping you.”

Blinking, you considered what to do. As time passed and you didn’t move, a pleased smile rose to the man’s lips and his finger traveled down to your neck.

”You’re not… going to hurt me?” you asked, hesitant. You had to.

”I could… if I wanted and you could not do anything,” he said straightforwardly. ”But no, I’m not going to hurt you. So don’t worry, you’re not gonna be my meal – unless you want to.”

You nodded slowly, trying to get all of this – the whole moment – to fully sink in while you studied the painted face of the man. His expression was soft, in a way, and he seemed curious, though you could also sense the danger underneath all of that. It was easy to imagine how the predator in him could just take and destroy you, drain the life out of you. But at the same time tthere was this temptation – how it would feel like if the fangs pierced your skin and the blood would rush out of you, feeding him.

You snapped out of your thoughts, noticing the man’s face now being much closer to you.

”Sorry,” he said then, pulling a bit back and you felt some strange energy around you. ”It seems that you are too acceptive of ’my unholy mojo’. And your scent…”

The man didn’t finish his sentence and he really didn’t have to as your thoughts could fill in the rest. You were more surprised by the fact that you seemed to do something to him, too, even though it felt like you weren’t doing anything.

”The thought is intriguing, isn’t it?” the man then asked, flashing his fangs again, and you understood what he meant. You knew you could just lie but you also were pretty sure that the man would know if you were lying so you had no choice but to speak the truth.

”Yeah, it is.”

With his finger the man traced some pattern on your neck, making you shiver. You knew he could feel your pulse while you could hear your heartbeat ringing in your ears. The air around you changed, the dizziness reaching you and causing you to sway a little and soon you felt hands on your sides, steadying you. You blinked rapidly, trying to keep your eyes focused but the intensity of the strange feeling only grew and your eyes fell closed, your hands grabbing the man’s arms.

”Damn,” you heard the man speaking. ”You’re not making this easy. I swear I’m not using my powers that much.”

He sounded surprised and his hold on your sides tightened. You drew in a deep breath before opening your eyes and you were hit by the blurry red-white glow of the man’s eyes. The darkness seemed only to highlight it and your slightly hazy mind thought it looked kind of beautiful.

”Oh shit,” you breathed out in awe.

”It’s so addicting,” the man said. ”Easy to get lost in it and lose your self control.”

His words aroused your curiosity.

”Have you ever lost control?”

The man’s expression changed and he lowered his gaze, his hands leaving your sides and causing the spell to break. You blinked, feeling more grounded again.

”Sí, many times,” he answered quietly and your mind instantly filled with images of faceless people lying dead on the ground, their bodies smeared with blood.

”Are you… afraid that you will lose it again?”

You weren’t sure where the questions came from but the whole situation seemed already so weird you doubted it couldn’t get any more weird.

”Not really. I learned my lesson a long time ago.”

The man’s gaze found yours again and you could only nod as you really had no idea what to say to that. For a moment you considered to reach out to touch him but then decided not to. It seemed that the closer you were, the more it affected to the both of you. The man was right, the feeling was addicting – weird, too, but definitely something you wanted to feel again and again.

And it was like the man had read your mind, his hand reached for yours and as soon as your fingers entwined, you felt the wave of warmth coursing through you. The dizziness hit afterwards but only lasted for a short moment. You had never in your life tried any drugs but you guessed that being under their influence would feel close to this.

”This feels so strong,” the man said, turning your joined hands. ”Reminds me of the time when…” he trailed off, shaking his head. ”It’s not important now.”

You were a bit of disappointed that he didn’t tell more but maybe it was a story for another time. If there woud be another time.

”I should probably leave…” you said and the man gave a you small nod. You really didn’t want to leave but it was night and you needed some sleep. The man squeezed your hand before letting go, the warmth slowly leaving you and the chilliness of the night biting into you.

You stuffed your hands into the pockets of your hoodie and slowly turned to leave. Every step that you took away from the man felt heavy and eventually you stopped, turning back to him.

”Will I see you again?”

”Maybe,” the man answered and even though you could only see the silhouette of him, somehow you knew he was smiling.

”What’s your name?”

”You can call me Copia.”

Copia.

You rolled the name in your mind for a moment and with a smile on your lips, you turned to head home. And as soon as you got home, you changed your pajamas on and went to bed, welcoming the much needed sleep.

The rest of that night your dreams were occupied by a pair of red-white eyes, fangs and painted face.

#copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #ghost band fic #ghost band fanfic #jen writes fics

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sl-newsie · 3 months

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American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 5: Keep Quiet

“My, it almost looks… pretty when the sun’s allowed out. With the ashes it almost looks like falling snow.” I marvel at the embers billowing in the wind as Polly leads me through the streets. When we get to the Garrison she points to the door.

“I’ll leave you here. I’ll be back within the hour, I just need to run a few errands.”

I frown. “Why do I feel like I this is babysitting? I could just stay home.”

Polly gives me a wink. “Call this a girl’s day, if you will. Ada’s been avoiding me. Now wait here, I’ll be back.”

She gives me one final push towards the pub and I walk inside to the familiar smell of cigars and alcohol, the atmosphere still dripping with potential violence threatening to spill over. Only this time there’s a barmaid to greet me instead of Harry. She’s good-looking, I’ll give her that. Soft hazel eyes, honey blonde hair, and a kind of look that encourages love but still shows she’s seen her fair share of sorrow.

“Hello, dear. What’ll it be?”

I take a seat at the bar. “Hello to you too! I’ll just take some water, please.”

She tilts her head in surprise. “Only water? I’m not even sure we serve that. No liquor?”

“I’ll be caught dead before I’m found with alcohol.” I shake my head. “May I guess that’s an Irish accent?”

“Indeed, yes. And that’s American?”

“Clear as a bell. What’s your name?”

The barmaid offers a friendly smile. “Grace.”

I offer a hand and we both shake. “Lovely to meet you! I’m Verena. What’s your business here?”

This makes Grace’s eyes cloud with suspicion. “Since when is it your business to ask?”

I shrug. “Just am. I’m stuck here with no family, so I’m always curious to know what brings people here of all places. It’s not exactly the prime vacation spot.”

Grace giggles at my joke and pours me a glass of what I hope is water. “I just got a job working here as a barmaid. Nothing serious.”

“Hm. I’dve thought someone like you’d wanna steer clear of a place like this. No offense, Harry.”

“None taken,” the barman lazily speaks up from where he’s sweeping.

Grace nods her head back and forth. “Work is work. Besides, my singing calms people down.”

This intrigues me. “Singing? Of all things… But I suppose whatever works.”

Grace finishes up wiping the counter. “And what is it you do for a living, Verena?”

After I take a sip of the liquid Grace has given me, I can safely say that it is clean water. “I’m a tutor to one of the Shelbys. They’ve currently taken me under their wing when anyone else would’ve left me to die in the streets.”

Apparently Shelby is a trigger word around the whole town because Grace’s eyes widen at the mention of it. “The Shelbys? I’ve been told they’re a bit on the dodgy side.”

I take another drink. “Looks can be deceiving.” I hear the door swing open and hear Polly calling for me. “It’s been nice to meet you, Grace. Maybe I’ll see you around later.”

Have I finally found someone in Birmingham that is a decent human being? Obviously nobody’s perfect, but at least my first meeting with Grace didn’t involve her threatening me with a knife. After joining Polly I follow her through the streets towards a dress shop.

“What are we doing here?”

“We are fitting you for dresses,” Polly replies nonchalantly.

Fitting for-? “But I already have clothes.”

Polly opens the door and shows me inside. “I don’t think you have enough clothes to last. Besides, we can’t have people think we’re letting in strangers. If you want to tutor Finn you need to dress the part.”

It seems my homemade dresses from mother aren’t top-notch quality for the Shelbys. Trying to hide my embarrassment, I stay off to the side as Polly converses with the seamstress. The next half hour goes by in a blur as I’m propped up on a pedestal and measured. It’s almost like how mother used to do it-

“All done,” Polly says. “Now you can pick out the fabric.”

There’s so many choices. Gorgeous shades of multiple colors… Mother always said I look good in blue, so I choose a royal blue. Polly agrees right away.

“Oh, that’s stunning! It matches your eyes.”

“I’ll have the dresses ready by tomorrow, Polly,” the seamstress assures.

“Wonderful! Now let’s get back so we can beat the boys,” Polly sighs as we exit the shop and begin the journey back. “I don’t know about you, but I need a moment of peace from their shenanigans.”

“Are they always that… What’s the right word?”

The woman huffs. “There is no word to describe those boys. And yes, they are.”

We get back and I head to the kitchen to look for cookie batter ingredients. I make haste to mix some dough and set the cookies in the oven, and as I’m cleaning up Ada walks in. I don’t expect her to be friendly, though I am still bruised by her hurtful premises.

“I thought about what you said last night.”

I look up from the counter I’m scrubbing and see her nervously toying with her shawl

“Truce?”

Her words offer agreement, something that I’ve worked hard for. If Thomas is unwilling to see me as nothing but a tutor, maybe 4 out of 5 Shelby siblings isn’t so bad?

“No need for a truce, Ada.” I set down my rag and walk over to face her. “You have nothing to hold over me. I only wish that we can be friends during my stay here.”

The Shelby sister’s eyes spark in surprise. “You mean- You really want to be friends? Most girls are too scared to be friends because of my brothers.”

“Well, considering that I’m on good terms with most of your brothers, I’m not afraid to.”

Ada smiles at this. “I’d love to be friends. Especially if it means annoying Thomas. Have you ever seen a picture show?”

This catches my interest. “Yes! We have theaters in New York, as well as Broadway. Theatre has always been a favorite of mine, aside from books. I love anything that captures imagination and can transport you into a different world. Speaking of which…” I hustle down the hall and knock on Finn’s door. “Finn? Have you finished your book?”

The youngest Shelby opens the door wearing a proud grin. “Just did. Can I start on math now?”

I smile. “Very good, Finn! Yes, go right ahead. I think Thomas was going to teach you some math-”

“Ask and you shall receive,” the man in question says from behind me.

“Jesus!” I nearly jump to the ceiling, turning to face the gangster. “Don’t you know better than to sneak up on a Brooklynite? You’re lucky I’m unarmed this time.” Though I doubt a meager kitchen knife would do much damage.

Thomas does well to ignore my sass and motions for Finn to follow him.

“Come, Finn. We’ll do some mathematics.” Finn walks to the back room while Thomas follows. When he passes Ada, Thomas looks between her and me. “Are you two ganging up on me?”

“I wouldn’t call it that-” I begin.

“Yes!” Ada interrupts, making Thomas’ eyebrows lift. “Polly, Verena, and I are forming our own girls squad against you Blinder boys. So watch out!”

She winks and exits the kitchen to go to her room, leaving me still frozen in place. I assume Thomas is just as confused.

“We’re not really… You know.” I gesture to where Ada just left. “We just became friends, is all. Um- There’s cookies in the oven if you and Finn want any once you’re done.”

Why does he always have to look at me like that? Thomas steps closer so that we’re only a few feet apart, analyzing me like I’m supposed to prove something to him.

“Do you ever speak Dutch?” he asks out of the blue.

Avoiding his icy gaze I shake my head. “Sadly, no. When my grandparents traveled to America from the Netherlands, my grandfather declared that since we are Americans we should only speak English. My older brothers know a few terms, but the language has died out in our family. I’m the only one who hasn’t learned to speak it.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

Something about Thomas’ tone almost makes me believe he cares. Not wanting to discuss my family further I try to reroute the conversation. “I heard shouting coming from the other room earlier. Is someone hurt?”

Thomas seems to remember something and goes to grab a clean cloth. “Arthur had a run-in with the new copper. Calls himself Inspector Campbell. He threatened to kill me and my family all because of the guns.”

Campbell’s name sparks me to be cautious. I am in no way connected to him and don’t want to seem too suspicious to my employer. “What guns?”

The gangster’s eyes flash. I must have gone too far. He looks to see that we’re alone and stiffly walks over to back me against the counter. Between his dominating demeanor and handsome features I can't pick which is more fearsome. “I have a large supply of guns and ammunition stored away secretly. Campbell doesn’t like it.” He gets a mixed look of slight amusement. “You are very perceptive, Ms. Steenstra. If you don’t want to be sent home in a wooden box I highly recommend you keep your mouth shut.”

It takes a moment for me to realize I’ve been holding my breath. I know he’s far from joking, and wouldn’t see any reason to snuff me off and send me six feet under or wherever bodies are disposed of in Birmingham. These are certainly the guns Campbell is looking for, but Thomas hasn't used them for violence. For now. I see no reason to spill anything. It’s best to just keep quiet and do my job. After all this is not my country and I will return home soon without needing to get caught up in this chaos.

I keep stern eyes facing Thomas as he stares me down. “Yes, sir.”

Our understanding is mutual, which makes Thomas relax a little. Good thing too because John and Arthur walk in. I notice Arthur has some ice on his eye and is bandaged up, leading me to wonder just how hard Campbell is willing to go to get those guns.

“What are you on about, Tom?” John chuckles. “Trying to scare away Finn’s favorite teacher?”

The fact that I’m named ‘Finn’s favorite teacher’ sends pride swelling inside me. It never occurred to me that I’d be good at any job, let alone a teaching one. Thomas notices my smile and seems a bit put off. I guess my American culture isn’t so bad after all.

“Did you know Harry hired a new barmaid?” Thomas changes the subject. “Her name’s Grace.”

“Oh! You met Grace?” I smile. “She’s nice, isn’t she?”

He has a far away look in his eyes. “Yeah… Nice… Good voice, too…”

John, Arthur, and I exchange odd looks.

“You alright?” Arthur asks.

Thomas looks up and pushes away his thoughts. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll meet you lot in a minute, just need to grab more ice.” The two brothers leave, each still with confused frowns. I see Thomas start thinking again. “I just can’t understand how someone like her is a barmaid. She’s not a whore, had kind eyes-”

What? “Excuse me?” I cross my arms. “Since when did being a lady of the night become a requirement to be a barmaid?”

“When you live somewhere like Small Heath that’s usually how it works.”

This man is going to drive me mad, I swear to God. How can he simply boast about this kind of talk?

“You have a grip on the police, yet you let them allow such scum and villainous acts to go unpunished? Robbery, rape, murder?”

I can tell Thomas’ patience is wearing thin.

“The Campbell’s got new, ‘proper’ cops being sent into the streets,” he says in a tight voice. “And what’ll that mean for me?”

I will not back down from doing what is right just because of a death threat. “It means that you eventually have to face the law, Thomas. You will have to face God and understand what you’ve done.”

Bang! Thomas slams his hand on the counter and causes me to flinch.

“You don’t understand,” he murmurs, still looking to the floor. “You will never understand.”

Keeping my breath steady, I quietly step towards the hallway. “I know I won’t. It’s not even my place to speak about this.” He looks up with an aspect of surprise. “Forgive me, Thomas. I will excuse myself from this conversation.”

There. I’ve finally controlled my temper. Though only slightly because on my way out I punch the wall, waiting until I’m out of the house to grunt in pain. That’s going to leave a bruise. I need to go to the chapel, to clear my head-

“Excuse me, miss.”

A gruff-looking policeman in a spanking-new uniform approaches.

“The Chief Inspector would like a word with you.”

He puts a firm arm against my back and starts ushering me down the street as I stumble over my feet in astonishment.

“Have I done something wrong?” No answer. “Have I done anything wrong?” I ask more frantically.

But the cop’s stern face never wavers as we continue down the dusty street. Lord, what’s going on now?

#peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #peaky fucking blinders #peaky fookin blinders #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #finn shelby #polly gray #grace burgess #cillian murphy

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By Blood or By Choice pt. 5

The gym was buzzing with excitement. The anime party was all set, and the atmosphere was electric. King Hippo had arrived and was stationed at the refreshments table, where Little Mac and Star Mika were doing their best to protect the snacks from his voracious appetite.

Glass Joe was cosplaying as Arsene Lupin III, the blue jacket attire, and was engaged in a lively conversation with Bald Bull and Cutie Hondo. Niki Binary was getting to know Little Mac’s fiancé Allie Treape while cuing up the first episode of the anime they were about to watch.

Just then, the gym door swung open, and a young woman backed into the room, talking animatedly to her phone, which was mounted on a selfie stick.

"Okay, my Luna-tics, here we are! Last stop, the WVBA gym. This is where all the magic happens, where the grind turns into glory, where punches fly and sweat drips. And let me tell you, the energy here is just—wow! It’s like walking into a guild house, but for real!"

It was clear that she was live-streaming a tour of the campus. Her eyes were bright, and her voice was filled with enthusiasm.

"Look at this place, guys! Everything a boxer could dream of. All different kinds of bags, weights, cardio… check the rings! Can you imagine the epic battles that have taken place here? It's like a real-life RPG arena, but with boxing gloves instead of swords! And… is that a snack table?! Score!"

Everyone in the gym stopped what they were doing and watched as the young woman continued to stream, engaging with her audience and reading out comments.

"‘Hey, Luna! Where are you?’ Hey, c.i.cool101! I'm at the WVBA Campus gym, guys! Isn't it awesome? This is where sweat and tears turn into KO’s and titles."

“Aww, thanks for the 6 month sub, pip1026! Welcome to the #Hitmaker family, the coolest community on the internet!”

"’Who are all those people?’ Good to see you, bakaboxingfan706! Oh, they're just some of the boxers and staff, I guess. We’ll go meet them all in a bit!"

Niki, intrigued and slightly puzzled, walked over to the young woman and tapped her on the shoulder. "Um, excuse me, can I help you?"

The young woman turned around, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh, hey! I didn't see you there. I'm Luna Doll, a content creator and a new WVBA boxer. You guys are live on my stream right now. Everyone, say hi to…" then she realized she didn't know who Niki was. "I’m sorry, would you mind introducing yourself to my chat."

"Um, sure? Hi! I'm Niki Binary, also a boxer here. But, uh, the gym is actually closed today for a private event," Niki said, pointing around the room.

Luna looked around, finally noticing the anime decorations, the snacks, and the general party vibe. "Oh, snap! I totally didn't realize I walked into a party. I am so embarrassed! My bad!"

“No worries,” Niki assured her. “It happens.”

"Alright, chat, I'm gonna sign off for now, but I'll be back on tonight for my Legend of Dragoon stream. We hit disc 3 tonight! Don't forget to like, hit that subscribe button, and ring the bell so you don't miss a thing on the channel. Thanks, fam, and I’m out Luna-tics!" She ended the stream, and her demeanor instantly changed.

She was now more relaxed and laid back. "I'm so sorry I crashed your party, guys. I honestly had no idea the gym was closed today. I'll get out of your hair," Luna said, her voice carrying genuine regret.

Just then, Mika and King Hippo walked over. "Teka! Hey, no need to leave," Mika said, “I’m Star Mika and this is King Hippo. You're welcome to stay. We're having an anime party. It's a great way to get to know everyone. We’ll introduce you around."

Luna looked around, her eyes meeting the curious gazes in the room. "Well, when you put it that way, how can I say no?” Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes and a light tone to her voice, she added, “Besides, it's a great chance to get to know the faces I'll be punching later."

Cutie’s eyes widened in amusement and Mika stifled a laugh. Niki chuckled, "You know what? You're gonna fit in just fine."

As Mika and Niki went to find seats, King Hippo stepped closer and extended his hand for a handshake, finally breaking his silence. "Um, hello. I'm King Hippo. Big fan of your streams. I'm actually one of your subscribers, hippoquest86."

Luna's eyes widened in delight. "Dude, no way! Hippoquest86? You’re one of my OG subscribers! It's so cool to meet you in person!"

As Luna shook King Hippo's hand, she couldn't help but think how surreal and fantastic this all was. From streaming in my room to shaking hands with a boxing legend who's also a fan. Life is strange, but also pretty amazing.

And just like that, Luna Doll felt the warmth of this eclectic, passionate community wrapping around her. It was a promising start to an interesting journey, to friendships and fights that lay ahead.

#punch out #super punch out #punch out wii #punch-out!!#super punch-out!!#punch-out!! wii #punch out oc #punch out fanfic #wvba #niki binary #cutie hondo #star mika #luna doll #bald bull #glass joe #king hippo #allie treape #little mac

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petorahs · 1 year

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pq2 thoughts after finishing it!:

i think. it is a g. game. it is a persona game i will admit!

no but srs i think its good if youve never played a persona game which i assume is why its on 3ds only. it really does feel like discount persona with all of the last three cast thrown in? and some of the gameplay improvements (this game's gameplay aged better than fes and p2's LMAOO) i guess its a compromise to reach fans who've never actually played the main games cause they dont own a playstation console or something.

at the same time it makes no sense for "new fans" to play because you need at least some background knowledge of the prev characters and plot to care.

in my case i knew everything abt p3 and p5, only osmosis knowledge of the plot of p4 so i ended up using the p4 cast the least in my playthrough :( so theres that. not worth playing if u dont care abt the other casts imo

...so we agree the characters are the selling point here, its advertised as a mega crossover and whatever but. people complaining that theyre "watered down" to base traits or even traits they didnt have in the first place are Right LOL except for a scant few characters who get a lot of expansion. but for the most part none of them are themselves (like yusuke... 😔.... akihiko.... aki not as bad as yusuke but they have the same writing problem)

no one expects the characters to rly individually shine when theres so many ofc, the game even pokes fun at the "limited screen time" joke but like. what else is there to this? 🤔 well

character interactions! those were good. everyone expected detective princes meetup to be really great but i loved the other pairs like haru and mitsuru (heirs with distant dads...), and the PQ OC girl with futaba :] (introvert friends!!)(theyre like sucrose and collei in this year's windblume if you go there)

speaking of akechi though. yea he's part of the list of characters that surprisingly did not get butchered and in fact expanded upon in this game. aside from akechi it's P3 FeMC.

others i liked were P5 MC (his dialogue choices are SO out there), shinjiro aragaki, ken amada, yukiko amagi maybe yosuke hanamura and P4MC but their personalities just stayed the same instead of getting possible new insight?

i liked velvet room guys too theyre goated frfr! yes including marie. even i was surprised (probably cause akechi gets to poke fun at her and the twins hdjdhdhd)(cute)

i cant put P3 male MC anywhere cause i will always be biased towards him 😔🫰 (he was great btw)

but the crow character expansion in particular intrigued me and leads me to accept this game as canon like some ATLUS USA reps intended. akechi: stripped away of his obligations is a cunning, introspective and overall respectable young man and the game showcased all of his core traits well. he purposefully isolates himself from the main group and gets called out on it, consistently is the one that makes the most sense in discussions, gets various little moe moments... he honestly seems like he doesnt know what to make of all this forced bonding with strangers but he cant help to indulge anyway. 😭 he's vocal in discussions about their plans but a passive :) face in the background during fun moments until he's addressed or curious. the way he furthers the narrative along like they wouldnt get as far as they did without him i feel. but between all of that he was the main character to me.

the end scene where he seems regretful that he has to leave and go back to his revenge plot.... hurts. because for all intents and purposes we just saw akechi if he didnt have all that baggage and was just allowed to exist as himself. a smart guy with a whole life ahead of him. but he didnt choose that.

😔

oh god that emoji is huge but anyway. FeMC!! ^_^ the problems of toxic positivity being addressed in her arc was great. they really tried to give her as much love as possible without being too happy (persona games tend to make their characters suffer anyway to even things out) and it was great! her writing reminds me of kasumire's mental illness but with less romance tease pandering.

ah yes and the obligatory Persona side game OC... hikari and nagi. honestly wished they didnt exist as much as i liked hikari's thing 😔 it got old and outright cringe man im sorry like surely the devs could come up with something better than this?? way to not explain enlil and mess with the in-universe power scaling too LMAO. 2/10 is being generous!

anyway its a fairly short game in persona standards so i cant really say it's time wasted when i got so many character interaction crumbs..... i guess i lucked out by liking the characters that i do instead of ones that kinda got shafted in this. (except for aki but 😔 i just kinda accepted his blown out of proportions awkwardness outside of P3)

it's..... a 6/10 from me overall! music and velvet room attendants + nanako cameo DLC carried

#pq2 #aishi.docx #long post #had to get these thoughts out there before i started another persona game LMAO #akechi main character frrr 😭 i love him i care him

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unsleepingtales · 6 months

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Burrow’s End Episode Six Reactions! (And AP!)

Allow me to preface this by saying that my computer broke this week, I am doing all my schoolwork and real job work on my cellphone right now, and the following is transcribed from the reactions I wrote down in a real physical notebook while watching the episode on my phone.

If you’re wondering how I wrote emojis in my notebook. The small drawings are very bad. Onwards!

BUT SHE’S DEAD 💀

Some sort of mutation going on w/the giant thing?

Diversity Win! The threatening First Stoat uses they/them pronouns!

Bennett :D

She does tai chi 😎

Oh the twins! (So fun bc one of the main groups in my current home game is Also called the Twins)

Is this a dept head meeting or smth?

That’s. Creepy.

Ok.

OOP-

Blow up his spot lmaooo

I’m living for Brennan’s reality check analogies

Human ish teeth?

Erika Ishii I love you ❤️

Aabria the character voice you are doing for Kiran is Hot.

I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE???

I need Bennett to not be a bad guy ok? I need it.

What are you saying man

Brennan’s just Dying

That was pure Erika oh my god

Oh she’s full of it alright!

(‘Keep going’) oh Izzy <3

Y’know what if I was on the team to renter a nuclear power plant that had a reactor failure and I saw thousands of militant stoats I think I would just leave. Let them have it.

On the what, Ava?

Yeah no especially if those stoats were using the fucking nuclear power?? I’d just leave.

At least she remembers their hallway is blue.

I’m curious if everyone switching so quickly from calling it Blue to Light is a DnD/Improv/Adaptation thing or a characters assimilating thing? Maybe both? Maybe it’s conscious maybe not?

I’m still thinking about how smooth Aabria’s “Weap-Technology” was when introducing the departments

He’s not asking you to run. He’s asking you to stay.

I’m glad Aabria keeps pushing back when they read negative or nefarious intentions into things that one the face of it truly are just typical to this kind of situation and society

The family vibes are So correct.

Horrible. I hated that.

The most it’s possible to be.

Yeah, okay.

KIDS.

Oh god. Oh no.

Good GOD Tula

The SIDE EYE on that Jesus

Muahahahaha

Oh NO.

That went on for so long

I am Unnerved.

Hell Yes babe

GET HIS ASS I GUESS???

They’re like teenagers now right?

Well That was intense!

The casualness in Aabria’s asking for the stealth check while taking a sip. She does not give a fuck and I love her for it.

Check it out!

Do we not get to find out what happened to Ava with the Garage?

Oh that’s So creepy

MMHMM

I love Ava’s refusal to learn

YES THIEVES’ CANT MY BELOVED THIEVES’ CANT <3

I think what she said was “please help.” Which is different.

SIOBHAN.

Oh that’s gonna be merch.

The crack of noon is so true

THE COPPER PUN NICE ONE AABRIA

Ohohohohoho. The Dictator. Lovely.

🎶don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious🎶

Oh my GOD

Brennan of all people saying finally some action on this goddamn show

Also Brennan’s reactions to Izzy’s reactions… so funny to watch the face journeys happening at the table rn.

Love that for them

A population support state 😭

Oh god oh fuck

MAP???

Oh holy fucking shit

I can’t wait to rewatch this on my computer so I can actually see and appreciate the detail. Oh my god.

Ooh the puzzle of it all is intriguing

“I’m gonna kill him.”

Jabroni <3

OOF.

Oh my god <3

That was really cool Brennan.

Ooh just noticed the dome!

Hey Brennan? That was really cool.

Everyone’s got Thoughts.

Oh yeah jump into the nuclear juice. Great.

Ava.

YES

Awwww

PUZZLE

Oh no

I need to get the build details of this map

Oh. My god.

HE WAS THERE THE WHOLE TIME

Knight to C4 😭

That’s a fucking human skull.

Oh what does That mean

Huzzah.

(Most dejected/exhausted huzzah of all time)

God the comedy we do get in this season is so so gooOH

Not the wisdom saves 😭

Izzy.

Sometimes the dice fell a STORY.

Yeah okay

Oh god

Oh Jasper

Oh the stress is insane. Losing Jaysohn would break this family.

This can’t be the end of the episode?

Oh ok

OH FOR FUCKS SAKE

I love when DMs get to play DnD

DAD ARM

Nice catch!

OH I did not register that that’s the fucking radiation hazard symbol

Everyone at that table is so close to tears

AVA AND THORNNNN

Thorn himself <3

DOME.

Oh FUCK.

Preview for next week reactions:

What the FUCK.

WOLF??

I love JWC oh my god.

Adventuring Party Reactions!

Oh they’re jokingly pissed at her lmao

Woooo chipotle

Erika <3

I gUeSs I MiSsEd HiM

Aabria.

Erika takes METHOD NOTES

I’m so glad I’m not the only one who went ‘diversity win!’

Brennan Lee “Animal Facts” Mulligan strikes again

Felt so happy about seeing the human skull.

Jasper that’s such a fascinating theory oh my god

The intense NY came out

Okay but after this season… CAN we get set tours?

Yeah I am so curious about the in-world justification for the giant stone puzzle on top of the reactor.

OKAY thank you Jasper and Aabria I am Also a big reactor in games and sometimes I worry about being disruptive

I wanna go back and figure out what noise he’s talking about

Voice actor things! (Happy SAG Deal day!!)

I love actors so much. They are all FRIENDS.

#burrow’s end #verbal component #reactions #adventuring party #burrow's end

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semper-legens · 10 months

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79. A Little Princess, by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Owned: No, library Page count: 261 My summary: Sara Crewe has everything a girl could want. Riches, a loving father, a fine education...but Sara herself is a strange child. This doesn’t hurt her much, until her father dies and takes his fortune with him, leaving young Sara destitute. But through it all, she is determined to remain a princess. My rating: 3/5 My commentary:

This is a book I remember reading quite a bit when I was a kid. In retrospect, it's really not hard to see why it appealed to me. A strange little girl who manages to stay strong despite being forced into hardship by her circumstances...that's the sort of story that's like catnip to me. I saw a copy on the shelves at work the other day, so I decided to come back to it and see how I felt about it as an adult - if it holds up, if it works, or if the fact that it was written over a century ago really doesn't help its case. On the whole, I found it to be the same story I really enjoyed growing up...but I could identify some areas I was less comfortable with now that I'm older.

The first thing I want to mention here is our main character, Sara. She intrigues me. That kind of curious little girl, while obviously a real personality that kids can have, wasn't really seen as the norm at the time. These days, I'd wonder if little Sara would be classed as autistic - she's blunt, speaks her mind, and is prone to fantasy. While the writing sometimes falls into the Good People Like Her, Bad People Hate Her sort of trap, Sara herself is shown to have flaws. She can be rude, bad tempered, and spiteful when she wants to be. Though her circumstances do mitigate them, she's still not perfect, and would be considered less so in the Edwardian period this book was written in. Sara is mentioned as having black hair, green eyes, and skin darker than her counterparts at the school - her mother is dead, and I don't think the implication was meant to be that she's mixed race, but it's an interesting possibility. But all of this is in contrast to the perfect Edwardian child, a blonde, blue-eyed, ringleted, pale little girl. Sara is curious and outspoken, clever but not a braggart, able to endure suffering but still showing human weaknesses. She's a nice little character and I'm very fond of her.

So that's the positives. The negatives? Well, it's the Edwardian of it all. Sara was born in India and her saintly father is one of the colonising military Englishmen who went over there to do some colonialism. And also profit from diamond mines, I guess. Sara is used to being waited on hand and foot by Indian servants, and immediately after she is seen by Ram Daas, her neighbour's Indian servant, he wants to help her and gets her a lot of new furniture and food. (Admittedly, this is part of the charm Sara has that the non-antagonistic adults respond to regardless of ethnicity, but it does bear mentioning that there's a kind of loaded subtext here.) Becky, the scullery maid Sara befriends, is sort of treated by the narrative like being a maid is her only real option - her happy ending is that Sara's her employer now, while Sara herself regains untold riches. Sara treats her friend Ermengarde, who finds school difficult, as though she's stupid; it's a very patronising and pitying relationship. Sara seems destined to be rich, as her virtue and grace shines out even when in rags. It all points back to the values of the early 1900s being kind of askew with my values here in 2023, and it's no wonder that some adaptations have changed some elements of this - like Becky becoming Sara's adopted sister rather than her servant. I think that overall it didn't spoil my personal enjoyment of the book, but that might at least in part be due to the fact that I have fond memories of it. If someone read this first as an adult and really hated it for any of these reasons, I'd get it, you know?

Next, out into the wilds, as a group of girls escape the only home they've known.

#A Little Princess #Frances Hodgson Burnett #bookblr #book blog #book blogger #3

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Two different fandoms and I know in general but I'm curious about the details, Cu and Emet?

First impression

Emet: God my reaction was basically OH GOD, NO when he popped up the first time because I'd been so burned by Ardyn's treatment and how he was mishandled in XV, and Emet giving me Ardyn vibes nearly immediately triggered my panic button of NO I DON'T WANT THIS AGAIN. I did NOT want to like him and get fucked over again.

Cu: Hot! Hot guy! Oh, Cu Chulainn, I know him! He's my dad's favorite myth hero! My dad and I watched UBW together, so he was pretty hyped to see Cu, and though at the time I didn't know as much about him, I thought he looked pretty cool and I'm a nut for Irish/Celtic mythos, so I was intrigued.

Impression now

Emet: MY LOVE MY DARLING, YOU BASTARD MAN. I can tell you the exact moment I gave in was in Amaurot, during Hyth's little speech about Emet when they had a nearly frame-by-frame perfect recreation of an Ardyn scene (the bit where Emet's walking down the street shot in dif angles) and it hit me that Ishikawa was not going to do me dirty like Tabata did, and I just went "oh okay I can safely love him". He's fantastic and one of my favorite FF characters now but also FUCK YOU FOR LEAVING YOU ABSOLUTE BITCHLORD

Cu: I LOVE HIM SO MUCH [sobbing] his interactions with Rin and Shirou in UBW were what sold me on him completely, he was just so warm and friendly and teasing, and so clearly a loyal badass, and his death scene absolutely destroyed my ass, and then I read about myth Cu and screamed a bit because he's SO COOL, and then FGO ruined me further. He's incredible.

Favorite moment

Emet: "You've committed the cardinal sin of boring me." is one of them for sure, but also Literally Everything In Elpis. The moment when you go in as a DPS and this motherfucker is a DRK.

Cu: Absolutely destroying Kirei in UBW, CasCu wrecking Corrupted Emiya's shit in the Fuyuki Singularity anime, every single time in my FGO file this absolute Irish cockroach has been my last man standing and saved the entire fight for me singlehandedly, my love my darling.

Idea for a story

Emet: YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED YOU BITCH; anything like that I guess, but also let me see more past shenanigans.

Cu: God, IDK, myth stuff? Chaldea shenanigans? Let this man have a damn nap?

Unpopular opinion

Emet: ....I'm not sure what's unpopular or not anymore? It's hard to say.

Cu: I absolutely fucking despise the "Oh no, you killed Cu!" joke, it's not funny, mildly insulting frankly, and it needs to knock it off. He has plenty of comedic potential without him needing to be lol-murdered every five minutes. The comedic abuse angle is awful. (On a less salty note, I don't ship Cu and Emiya, though yall do yall XD)

Favorite relationship

Emet: EmetAzemHyth OT3, obviously! Though Emet and non-Azem WoLs is fun to explore too, his relationship with them.

Cu: Besides how much I fucking adore the BFF relationship I've written between him and my Fujimaru? ALL ABOARD THE GOOD DINGHY SS CUROBIN!!!! Though CuGil is a fun secondary ship, and like I said for Gil, the Cu+Gil+Emiya friendship trio is delightful.

Favorite headcanon

Emet: I like the idea he has some sentimental feelings towards the Garlean Empire (its people specifically) despite everything, and it would kinda break his heart to see it as of EW.

Cu: Trans Cu thanks very much. Also I headcanon a VERY DIFFERENT version of events regarding Aife and Connla's conception that I won't talk about here, but I do prefer my version given Cu's stated personality. (Also I like thinking he was actually pretty loyal to Emer despite the flirting, he doesn't seem the type to actively cheat, regardless of what's said his personality doesn't to me seem the type.)

#fateseriesblogging #ffxivblogging #chara: he who receives many #chara: loyal hound of blue #the one thing the myths vs fate makes weird is cu's personality vis a vis the women in his life #i don't know much about HA but #i'm sorry cu DOES NOT to me strike me as the type of man to physically cheat on his wife regardless of how accepted it was at the time

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chapter 4 was A LOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i dont even know, i read it and had to process for a bit before i wrote this ask

i really liked that we got to see more of their relationship and its dynamics and also a bit of heeseung and his friends interactions !! rly curious what's the deal with tiffany was that

anyway

what really got me in this chapter was that overwhelming almost sense of how truly possessive and obsessed hee is with yn, surely we could see that from the start but the part when he explained the whole ‘two sides and the first time he saw her and how both of them fell for her instantly” I GASPED, it gave ME chills, bet so much was going on through her head!!!!!!!! the way ethan so daring damnn, every single intimate scene here had me :OOOO from how great it was but u know what got me THIS LINE

“....regardless of your desire to either stay or leave, you wouldn’t have a choice.”

WHAT!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT HELLO????????????????????? im so so fucking intrigued where we gonna go from here this chapter gave so much but so little for some reason?? im so excited for the next one, godman the wait was worth it !!!!!!!!! weeeee what a ride THANK U THO this series so so so good dear ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

lol love i'm so glad you enjoyed the chapter, the next chapter and the ones that follow will explain more. not gonna lie i did leave you guys on a cliffhanger so its understandable why all the questions are popping up. and tiff, you'll be seeing more of her in the next few chapters and it will all come together, but yeah, tiff is a beotch.

after i posted MGR and MRE, alot of people wanted to know more about heeseung and his ethan side, which were all based off of an original character i made up when i wrote the series, but i did enhance and add a bit more to heeseungs/ethans character in HHP so everyone can see and get to know more about him since his background was so vague in the previous arcs. there's still alot about him we dont know about, but we're at least hearing him out on his personality and his other face. if you recall the mgr/mre arcs, where it compares heeseung to dr.jeckyll and ethan to mr. hyde. poor y/n, she really didn't know what to make of it, because she loves heeseung's gentle, protective, and soft personality, but she's also attracted/intrigued but also scared of the rough, dark, and aggressive ethan side that eludes from time to time. the fact that he told her that both of them fell for her, she was in shock which is why she honestly tried to forget about convo because in a way i guess she felt uncomfortable, but knows that heeseungs (and ethan's) heart means well and that no matter how dark he can get with his other side, he would never let anything happen to her. like that moment when in the final chapter of MRE when she got a little scared of how firm he was being with her but was still protecting her from samuel.

a friend of mine recently told me ethan's vibe (based off of the original character i made up named andiy) is "yandere", which i had no idea what that term meant up until like three weeks ago, but once i researched it and, shit, i even read some yandere enhypen fics to learn more on what she was talking about, and she's right. though it wasn't really intentional to make him yandere, but after learning what yandere was, i could agree with her, he's definitely giving yandere vibes. especially when you read the next few chapters, i've been re-editing the original drafts and it gets...intense. but that's only ethan, heeseung is not at all that way, but as he stated in this chapter, he's learned to develop a balance bc he's knew ever since he was young that he had a dark side to him. and honestly, we all saw the minor switches ever since MGR, when he had moments where he was soft and gentle, but when triggered, he get instantly confrontational and aggressive.

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getyourdirtyhandsoffme · 5 months

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ CHANGBIN -> 001

TITLE: "OPPOSITE ATTRACT" ; Fluff, Cute, Opposite Attract; Changbin x M!Reader !!

SUMMARY: Reader is more into dark aesthetics when Changbin into pink aesthetics so how exactly did those two get together?

OTHER(S): Probably bad grammar and spelling, gay fruity whatever sexuality you wanna add reader, Changbin gentle masculinity as always, fuck color gender stereotypes. POC free (anyone can read this), FTM friendly (ofc). The reader is called "Emo/Grundy", Judgy people.

SETTING: College/University Students. Non-idol Changbin.

Everyone in college knows them; who wouldn't? [Your Name] is always known to wear a dark, grundy, or emo, depending on how he feels, aesthetic; always wearing baggy dark green pants with chains at the edge of where the belt is wrapped around, along with a baggy black shirt with a random rock band or design, or a tight shirt if he feels like it. He even sometimes wears skull earrings or a random piercing around his ears. sometimes even a fake piercing since he doesn't feel like affording a real one.

He even sometimes wears eyeliner if he has the time; sometimes you know when [Your Name] is very tired when he doesn't add any eyeliner or is lazy.

[Your Name] has been called names before, which doesn't really bother him anymore, so people just know him as the "Emo Boy," "Mr. Dark Boy," or "Grundy Boy."

Now, another one that's more colorful than the other.

Changbin. Who wouldn't know this obnoxious, loud, muscular, and rich boy? He usually comes inside the college quietly until he meets his friends; everyone can recognize him just by his volume or his laugh.

They even know him, who wears any shade of pink. His phone case is pink. His bag is pink. A hat, pink. Pink, pink, pink. All pink. Any shades.

Of course, he wears other colors too, like black or white, but you can always see a piece or an item of pink somewhere.

Some students thought it was weird to see such a muscular man wear pink, but they guessed that from his personality, it would make some sense. They usually call him "Mr. Pink Boy" or "Pinkie Pie's lost twin."

Students never saw them together—well, not in public, at least—until rumors spread around that Mr. Black Boy and Mr. Pink Boy were caught kissing at a cafe.

The students went crazy, not expecting such two different colors: dark and light. Such opposite personalities too, dating. It was odd, yet it intrigued them.

Students always go up to at least one of them and wonder why the other started dating the opposite of them. [Your Name] usually gets annoyed by these questions, and he just responds bluntly, "Why not? Got a problem?" While Changbin shares a full story with the curious people while smiling and giggling just thinking about his lover,

Yeah, the opposite attracts, that's for sure.

Days and months went by, and they still continued to be together. Changbin is always hugging [Your Name], leaving the poor, grundy boy to freeze up a bit before quickly leaning into his pink boyfriend's touches.

Even when Changbin got to his knees, holding a sign saying, "Let me be your light from your dark, scary nights; please come home with me," He had a nice bouquet of roses in his other hand, along with a bag with two matching hats, one pink for [your name] and one black for Changbin, to show they were together.

Of course, [Your Name] felt highly embarrassed doing this in public, smacking Changbin's arm. But he couldn't help but smile, even though those two were already dating.

Changbin couldn't help himself, being all extra just for him.

"I hope you never change, Binnie."

"I don't plan on changing, my love!" He shouts, hugging his boyfriend.

It was honestly cute; people had already gotten used to it and called them the colorful couple. Everyone knows them by that, and I hope someday those two stay together forever.

Hope you all enjoy it! It's my first non-text story. I have more in my drafts, but I'm too lazy to do anything. Ngl, I was listening to romance audiobooks while making this...

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Para: Mon Cher ||Kyla & Elliott [[Finals 2023]]

@elliottsmythe-gabriel

Elliott was actually pretty keen for this finals scene with Kyla, he hadn't done anything yet with her and the thought of involving food intrigued him. He reserved one of the home ec rooms for their scene, he decided to just keep it simple with salad but he had other food ready for them as never know where it would take them. Getting everything out when he heard the door open, he looked up and smiled "Hey you"

“Hey, Elliott!” Kyla greeted with her usual smile. She’d never really thought of this room having any sex appeal. Or any kind of appeal, really- aside from when some classmates would make cookies and leave some laying around. She was also excited to role play, as she hadn’t done it before. She loved acting though, so she was pretty confident in that part of the scene. She looked around and saw salad ingredients. “Thank you for not choosing something too hard. Im convinced these home ec rooms really just don’t like me.”

Elliott chuckled gently "Honestly cooking is so easy, but sometimes it doesn't always go to plan so I know what you mean" he commented before he leaning against the counter, crossing his arms across his chest "So I have the basics out, and if we're not feeling the whole making of a salad. I do have the ingredients out for a cake" he grinned "But honestly don't think we'll have any issues"

“Good. I don’t like issues.” She looked at the ingredients and was happy she ate a lot of salads. She knew what to do, and even if not, a salad was hard to mess up. “So we rinse the lettuce,” she narrated as she brought the green head of leaves to the sink. It said ‘prewashed’, but Hunter would probably sense a disturbance in the force if she didn’t wash it anyway. “How’s your day been?”

Elliott smirked before he turned to start on the salad with her, grabbing some tomatoes and beginning to slice them as he washed them already "Not too bad, did a few laps in the pool this morning so I'm ready to start my day, how about you?"

“Ooh a swimmer,” she replied with interest, joining him to start slicing carrots. “I had leg day today. Did some flexibility and trampoline stuff which I love, then did some running which isn’t my favorite.”

Chuckling a little, he nodded "I'm guessing that piqued your interest" he teased "I love competing in swimming so even in the off-season I stay in shape for it" Elliott commented as he put the tomatoes aside to start making a dressing "Oh so you're telling me you're flexible as well?"

“Swimmers bodies are totally underrated,” she shared with him. “I’m extremely flexible,” was all she said, knowing how people thought dirty things with that piece of information. “I’ve been dancing since I was three and cheering since I was eight. Acro is one of my favorite kinds of dance- gymnastics and tricks are super fun.”

"They really are, not many people would realise how ripped some swimmers are till they compete" he replied before looking over to her, grinning "Well that may come in handy". Elliott finished the dressing before grabbing the bowl to mix the salad up when ready "Wow that takes some dedication. But now I'm curious what *tricks* you can do"

“I’d be very curious to see how ripped you are,” she flirted, somehow not as nervous as usual since she knew what was coming. “Oh all kinds of tricks. Some for on stage, others for off. My legs go basically all over the place, so do with that what you will.” She didn’t actually say that she meant it literally, but the permission and suggestion was there.

"All you have to do is ask mon cher" he dropped his voice a little, why not add to the fun. They knew where this would end up but having a little foreplay beforehand never hurt. Raising a brow, he moved closer to her "I would love to see how your legs move"

Kyla looked around the room, biting her lip like she was trying to decide if they should have sex here in the open. Public sex wasn’t her favorite, but the room was reserved. Having the possibility within the role play that they could be walked in on would add to the fun though. “When you put it that way..where do you want me?”

Licking his lips, he looked around to see what would be a good surface for her "Would this bench suit?" he asked as he gestured to the bench close to the one they were using, it was sturdy and wouldn't move if she did anything

“Works for me,” she grinned, starting to remove her top before pausing, moving closer to him with her hand against his chest. “Would you like to unwrap your present yourself?”

Watching as she started to remove her top before stopping, his heart started to beat faster as she came over and put her hands on his chest. "And it's not even my birthday yet" he replied before his hands reached for the bottom of her top, fingers ghosting over her skin before slowly pulling it over her head to reveal her in just her bra "You're gorgeous"

“Well thank you,” she giggled, her hands around his waist. “You’re gorgeous too. I mean,” her hands found the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up slowly, his abs on display. “Have you seen yourself?”

Chuckling as she lifted his shirt to reveal his abs, he wasn't a self conscious man as he was aware he had a good body but hearing it always made him smile as he prided himself on his body "So you like what you see?" He teased.

“Very much,” she smiled, finally gliding the garment over his head and off his body. Her hands wandered his upper body, knowing there had to be muscles basically everywhere. “Sports are the best,” she mused. They were both athletic and their bodies showed it. She was excited to see what else he was packing, and while she knew he was a submissive, she was ready for him to do pretty much whatever with her.

Once his shirt was off, she got to see the full extent of his torse which was very toned and muscled. Though Kyla was very much in amazing shape with her own body, and it made him just want to trace over every single muscle "That they are" he agreed before his hand lightly traced down her shoulder, down between her breasts before resting just above her jeans "May I?"

“I sure hope so,” she gave her permission. She’d thought cheerleader guys were ripped, what with throwing humans around. But apparently, water resistance was very very real, and it was working for Elliott. “How about you? Pants on for now or off?”

Smirking before he undid the button before slowly pulling them down and off, kicking them to the side before really taking her in "Wow...I love sports". He really needed to watch gymnastics more. "Pants can come off"

Kyla found it interesting how everyone had their own speed and way of undressing her. It was interesting, though not as interesting as what she had on her hands when she removed his pants, tossing them away aimlessly. “And muscles. Bodies are amazing.” She got close to him, her small hand cupping him playfully outside his underwear. “Just for the record,” she started, looking up at him. “My legs are important for my sport, but that doesn’t mean they have to work properly after this.”

"That they are" he said before he sucked in a breath when she cupped him, he was semi hard before that but now was definitely hard. He licked his lips "Oh trust me, you won't be able to walk after I'm done" he said raspily, pulling her close before bringing their lips together

“I see you’re as excited as you should be,” she remarked after feeling him. His lips found hers, already parted for him to explore as her own moved through his mouth slowly.

Elliott gripped her hips tight, not to hurt her but just to convey how much he needed her. His tongue teasing hers when their lips met, but not being messy about it.

Kyla loved foreplay. Really- she was a huge sucker for it- so anyone who took their time with her got bonus points in her mind. Though people who got right to it had their charms too, of course. But his hands were on her hips, hers on his face, kissing like in a fairytale. And she couldn’t wait to find out what more would be coming. One of her legs wrapped around his waist, completely comfortable even though her other heeled shoe was on the ground still.

Elliott was a gentleman at heart, his mama raised him right but there were times where that needed to go out the window. This was that moment when she hooked a leg around his waist, he got his hands under her thighs and hoisted her onto the counter before he settled between her legs, breaking the kiss for a moment "You are delicious...wonder what other parts of you taste like"

Elliott’s statement sent Kyla nearly swooning in the moment. “And I wonder what these panties will look like on the floor,” she pondered in return. “It’s only fair that we both find out the answers, don’t you think?”

Elliott quirked a brow before smirking "I agree Mon cher" he whispered before kissing down her neck and chest as he reached for the edges of her underwear, slowly pulled them down and off before he reached behind her and unclasped her bra "Fuck"

Kyla arched into his kisses and let him remove her clothes, purposely angling her body for a moment to give the best view. She chuckled at the expletive, looking up at him and then at the clothes on the floor. “I have to agree with you.” She scooted to the edge of the counter to give him more access

Elliott was at her mercy in that moment, watching her arch and move so she could be exposed for him. It was heaven. He smirked "Mmm I better make good on my end then?" He said before he paused "Unless you would like the honor?"

Kyla didn’t bother answering out loud, walking her fingers from his bulge up to the hem, tugging the garment down so he could step out of it. “Woah.”

Elliott flicked his underwear away with a smirk "See something you like?"

“I absolutely do,” Kyla had to admit, though it made her blush. She wanted to say more, but her words failed to come for a moment. “It should be wet though. That’s just rules of the universe. If you look like that, it should get wet; I don’t make the rules.”

Elliott chuckled "Well I won't argue that Mon Cher, how do you propose it get wet then?" He winked.

“I think the question is should we take turns getting deliciousness, or do it at the same time?”

Elliott smirked "My my aren't you keen mon cher" he said before kissing small spots at her neck and chest "What do you desire to do?"

“Well..” she considered him, blushing herself silly as she looked back down to size him up. “At the same time. But I’m on top. I need to be able to control how much of you I take in at a time.”

Elliott grinned "How can I say no that?" he caressed down her side gently "I promise I won't hurt you"

Kyla smiled and slid over on the counter so he could lay down. “Come on up”

Elliott got up onto counter and laid down "Feel free to use whatever you like, I'm pretty open"

Kyla gave a slightly mischievous grin, climbing on top of him and lining up their 69 position. She started slow, taking his tip in her mouth and showing it a good time before going further and further down

Elliott smirked as he watched her, definitely impressed with her choice before he moaned as she took just the tip in before he focused on his own and slowly licked against her lips, making sure to tease her just a little bit.

Knowing that neither of them had the upperhand as far as marks went, Kyla wasn’t too worried about dynamics as she squirmed against Elliott, not caring that it would tell him how much she wanted his lips. She did refocus though, and continued as she’d been before. She massaged and pinched one of his balls with her hand, just to see what would happen.

Elliott knew that two Subs doing a scene wasn't exactly normal but considering this was a final, they would just say one of them was *taking the lead* more. Gasping a little as she played with his balls, he licked slowly inside her before really pushing his tongue inside.

Kyla smirked when she got a gasp out of Elliott, though she gave up a gasp of her own as his tongue broke through. She continued what she was doing, taking him in deeper and deeper. Her tongue swirled aimlessly around his shaft, biting down playfully here and there as she became determined to get him off quickly.

Elliott was sure he was going to cum any minute with how she was working him over, he licked her pussy slowly before really putting his tongue to work as he wanted her right there with him.

Kyla kicked her legs from the stimulation, feeling herself get worked up quickly. It seemed almost poetic for two subs to come at the same time. “Im really really clo- fuck,” she interrupted herself as a wave overcame her

Elliott could feel his own orgasm coming, he moaned around her but didn't stop as he fucked her with his tongue before he felt her cum, his own following shortly after, making his hips stutter.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” she said lightly as the orgasm tore through her quickly, leaving her breathing shallowly. “Well that was fun,” she giggled.

"Oh my god" he said as he slowly came down from his orgasm, he laid back and chuckled "Definitely a new spot for me"

Kyla rolled herself off of his body and onto the counter space between Elliott and the wall. “I’ll admit it’s new for me too.” She looked around the room, as if it were new. “Maybe this place isn’t so bad after all. So long as you’re here.”

Elliott helped her off of him before he took a breath "Oh you're too kind, thank you" he chuckled

Kyla and Elliott finally sat up and gathered themselves, even bothering to finish the salad so as to not waste food. They also cleaned the counters thoroughly because..yeah.

#finals 2023 #finals #para: elliott #paras #para: mon cher

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drama--universe · 2 years

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Attacked by a beast

Requested by anonymous: Can I request platonic Wei Ying x reader, who grew up in burial mounds and had mastery over demonic energy? They taught him then helped in the Sunshot campaign. Reader encourages Wei Ying to confess to Lan Zhan while also having a crush on Nie Huaisang (kinda like delinquent x sweet nerd dynamic)Wei Wuxian

Pairing: Wei Wuxian x reader (platonic), Wei Wuxian x Lan Zhan, Nie Huaisang x reader

Word Count: 1750 words

Warnings: suggestive content

Your eyes moved over the crowd, frowning at all the people in front of you. You had been fighting all over for almost a year or more, something that would had never happened if you had just said no to Wuxian. But you hadn't, so here you were.

Your eyes soon landed on a figure who was standing on the side, face hiding behind a fan as he seemingly looked around as well. Your eyes stayed on him as you watched him talk to someone, half of his face still covered with the fan. When Wuxian came around, he finally lowered the fan and you felt your heart skip a beat as you saw his bright smile. Biting your lip, you smirked and got up. You walked to the two, smirk still on your face as you greeted the two.

"I'm (y/n), Wuxian's teacher." You introduced yourself shortly, smiling at the smaller one while Wuxian whined.

"Don't call yourself teacher, it's weird." He whined and you looked at him before sticking out of your tongue slightly at him. He frowned and you smirked again before focusing back on other one once more.

"So, who are you then?" You asked and he smiled at you, introducing himself as Nie Huaisang. You immediately recognized his name, having heard it from the citizens that lived there. The ruler who didn't know anything, yet when you first noticed him he didn't look stupid or dumb.

Hence now you were even more intrigued than before.

It was then that you looked closer at him. His robes were slightly creased, he looked slightly tired and his hair was in slightly messy braids. No way he'd slept well, if anything he had a nightmare.

"I'll see you in a second, I have to find Lan Zhan!" Wuxian suddenly exclaimed, leaving you and Huaisang standing there awkwardly. You looked at Huaisang, seeing that he was staring back at you as well.

"You should take these, they stop nightmares." You spoke, pulling out some round pills. He looked at you in surprise and you chuckled.

"I know from experience." You said as you gave another smile.

"What is it then?" "It makes you calm and makes sure you don't have nightmares. Wuxian, me and Sizhui all ate it before. Sizhui stopped after a year though. It stopped then, probably because he forgot all of the stuff that happened." You mumbled, looking around. Huaisang looked at the pills in his hand before looking back at you.

"Why do you have nightmares..?" He softly asked, afraid that it might be a touchy subject, but he was extremely curious now. You just shrugged.

"Demonic cultivation tends to do that, I guess. Most of the time it was screaming and gore. Though it changed to killing after I met Wuxian and the Wen clan." You explained, not really minding sharing the information. He was still a bit confused with what you meant, but when he thought about his nightmares about his da-ge, he somehow understood. Silence took over again for a few seconds before you spoke up again.

"Honestly, this is kinda boring... Wanna get out of here?" You asked, a smirk on your face. He matched your smirk and nodded. You looked around for Wuxian, but seeing him stuck with Jiang Cheng, you decided that you should just leave without telling him.

So you both sneaked out of the party, which wasn't proven difficult as most people didn't know you and didn't seem to care that Huaisang walked past them, although you two did receive some weird looks.

After some minutes, you entered the forest behind the mansion. It was slightly darker already, but light enough to still see your surroundings.

You just walked in silence, watching the animals around you such as fireflies and deers. Than Huaisang spoke up.

"So, how did you and Wuxian meet?" "On the mountain. He screamed at me for 15 minutes before fainting from his wounds. When he woke up, he punched me on accident. Quite a day that was." You chuckled as you watched Huaisang's face drop at your story.

"He punched you?" He asked and you nodded, stopping and pointing at your nose, which was slightly crooked with a small scar in the middle.

"How about you? Any scars from Wuxian?" You joked, not expecting Huaisang to actually nod. Your eyes widen as he pointed at his ribs, making you slightly blush at the area.

"I fell while we were trying to catch fish." He explained, making you chuckle before you stopped walking. Looking around, you frowned.

"I have no clue where we are..." You mumbled, not recognizing any of your surroundings. Huaisang stopped next to you, looking around as well.

"Neither do I..." He replied and you groaned, throwing your head back in annoyance. Your eyes wandered over the forest again before you froze, staring into 2 jet black eyes.

"Huaisang, climb in the tree over there." You whispered and he looked at you before following your gaze.

"Is that..?" "Run!" You shouted as the beast sprinted your way. Neither of you had swords or any other form of protection so climbing a tree was your best shot. You ran in between other trees and towards the biggest one, hearing the trees behind you snap because of the beast.

Just when you had climbed the tree, you felt the nails of the beast graze your skin, leaving a small trace. You continued to climb until the beast couldn't reach you anymore, sitting on the place where the branches connected.

"You okay?" You asked Huaisang and he nodded, sighing as he leaned against one of the branches. You did the same, trying to ignore the distant growling beneath you and the chilling cold that started to freeze your body. After about 2 hours, the beast was still stalking underneath the tree and both you and Huaisang were shivering from the cold. Your stomach had started rumbling about an hour ago and your throat had gone completely dry by now.

"How long do you think it'll stay for?" Huaisang whispered and you shrugged, wrapping your arms around you in some form of warmth.

"It depends... Some only have an attention span of a few minutes, others have one that can last for hours. Let's just hope for the best I guess." You mumbled back and Huaisang gave a small whine, which you found adorable.

"Cold?" "Extremely." He answered and you chuckle before letting out another sigh before biting your lip, slowly shuffling closer towards Huaisang.

"Body warmth can help alot." You smirked, watching his face go red before sitting right next to him. He looked at you, still blushing immensely and you smiled.

"Sorry, but it's the truth. Be glad I'm not asking you to take your clothes off even though it's more effective." You spoke, smirking at him once again. You didn't think he would be able to become more red as he was, yet his face blushed even worse. He avoided your gaze, but didn't move away from you. Soon, he was genuily clinging to you to gain any way of warmth. You had your arms wrapped around his shoulders as his were wrapped around your middle, but he was still shivering softly. Luckily, after another hour in this position you could hear the beast stalk off. You looked down to make sure before nodding at Huaisang that you could climb down. And then you slowly made your way back to the party, which hadn't ended surprisingly. Most people (aka the Lanling Jin clan) were already slightly drunk and didn't pay any attention to you. Other people on the hand, looked as you entered again.

Now, you could understand Xichen look of slight horror as both you and Huaisang's clothes were messy and your hair was tangled slightly from the running and the small wound on your back, clearly knowing something bad happened but you gave him an okay sign to calm him down. To others on the other hand, it may look like something else completely. And who would believe your actual story?

So you ignored everyone and instead went straight to the food and drinks, chugging down enough to fill you but not too much since it would be bad for your stomach otherwise.

"Where on earth did you go and why do you look like you fu-" Lan Zhan placed a hand on his soulmates mouth, preventing him from finishing his sentence. Although you still knew what Wuxian would say, you've know him for long enough to know his thoughts.

"Forest and no. We got attacked." You explained and Wuxian raised an eyebrow suggestively, his mouth still covered.

"Don't even... You know what, forget it." You mumbled softly, grabbing a knife from the table and twirling it in between your fingers. You glanced at Wuxian before you stabbed your knife on the table, right in between Wuxian's fingers. The elder jumped up in surprise, retracting his hand quickly before looking at you in shock.

"Shall we start on your secrets then?" You glared at him and he shook his head, gulping awkwardly as his eyes glanced to Lan Zhan, who had already busied himself with his elder brothers questions.

"How about the fact that you still hasn't told him your feelings, even though you have a child together." You said, eyes moving towards the young Lan discipline a few steps away from you. Your eyes darted back to Wuxian, raising an eyebrow at him suggestively and he blushed slightly.

"You ready for that battle?" You teased and he sneered, sticking his tongue out teasingly. His eyes then moved to the figure behind you, looking like he had found his next victim in Huaisang.

"Hey, Huaisang!" He exclaimed, moving to the younger before freezing when you grabbed his ear.

"Leave him alone." You mumbled, letting go before turning to Huaisang yourself. "You feeling better?" You asked and Huaisang looked up before nodding.

"Yeah, good thing we didn't freeze to death out there." He mumbled and you chuckled, elbowing Wuxian softly when you heard the beginning of his comment, which would most likely be a little vulgar. He gave you a soft glare again before stepping away from you and back to his crush to which you gave another comment of 'Do it now, he likes you back anyway!'. Then you turned back to Huaisang, who was looking back at you.

"Next time that we're cuddling, let's not do it in a tree and rather in a bed or such, alright?" And without waiting for a reaction, you walked away with a smirk and left behind a flustered Huaisang.

Yes, you two had definitely fallen in love.

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ramzawrites · 3 years

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I've always liked the idea of eastern dragons, long bodied and often aquatic in nature. And ever since the movie Raya and the Last Dragon came out, I've only grown more enamored with them.

Then came the idea of the Sleepy Bois with a water dragon hybrid reader. I don't know, I just thought it'd be fun to see Phil freak out about a mystical dragon hybrid, Techno chilling out with another hybrid friend, and Tommy challenging this water dragon warrior to a fight. It could just be me, but I thought it would make a fun request.

And for fun, this water dragon hybrid wields a trident for a weapon, cuz you know, ocean n stuff.

A Dragon Friend - Reader and SBI

Pairings: None

Characters included: Philza, Wilbur Soot, Technoblade, Tommyinnit

Warnings: none

Series: a request :)

Summary: Wilbur brings home a new friend so his family can meet them. To Phil’s shock it is a Dragon Hybrid, just one of the rarest kind of people out there that tend to stay away from society. No big deal really. Then again of course Wilbur managed to befriend them.

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Authors Note: I am not too knowledgeable on easter Dragons so I generalized it more into the Dragons I know of, I hope this is fine :0

Wilbur threw open the gate that led into the front yard of his home.

Philza was currently kneeling in the dirt as he took care of the growing vegetables and other plants. It was his little hobby to take care of these plants, though he isn’t the only one who took care of them. Technoblade, the oldest child of his, begun taking interest in this little hobby of his as well. Though right now Philza was working alone. His clothes covered in dirt but still wearing gloves that protected his hands from it.

As he looked up, curious why suddenly the gate crashed shut, he could see an incredibly happy looking Wilbur standing in front of another teen.

He had to do a double take as he realizes who was standing next to him. Blue scales were growing along their jawline, sneaking at times into the face and going down their throat and arms. Ending at their fingertips. Philza also managed to spot unmistakably gills at the side of their throat, now closed shut due to them being in the air.

Though the thing that was probably the biggest give away to their nature was the long, elegant tail behind their legs. Swishing around nervously in the air. It was mesmerizing to see the scales moving around and glinting in the sun.

On their back was a shining and sharp looking Trident. The bright and colorful shine alone gave him idea enough of how incredibly well enchanted the weapon must be.

Philza threw his gloves off and walked closer to Wilbur, his face contorted into a mix of shock and worry while Wilbur looked like he just had the best day in a long while. For some reason he couldn’t help but suspect that Wilbur must have done something.

“Hey, dad! I wanna show you my new friend!”

“Friend? What do you mean friend?”

He needed to know more. During his travels he has only met a few Dragon Hybrids since they liked to keep to themselves. It was rare to meet one and he was pretty sure it was near to impossible to get them to leave their clan to follow someone else around like this. Knowing Wilbur something must have happened, then again, he was quite charismatic and has surprised Philza before with his people skills.

Wilbur nodded enthusiastically “Yes! This is Y/N and they are my cool friend! We met a few weeks ago.”

Well, that explained why he suddenly visited the ocean so often.

Y/N took a step forward and gave Phil a quick nod as a greeting “Hello, I hope this isn’t a bad time. Wilbur just told me so much about his family that I couldn’t help but be curious. He just wanted to help me satisfy my own curiosity towards people on the outside.”

And here was the explanation why they just followed Wilbur like this. They were curios and not afraid enough to follow up on it.

“Ah, okay. It’s, uh, fine. My name is Philza. Nice to meet you Y/N.”

It was obvious that Phil was still trying to wrap his head around this situation. It just kind of felt unreal and yet it just made sense. This family and the world were already so Ender damned weird, this might as well happen.

Wilbur didn’t seem to be bothered by his father’s clear confusion “Where are Techno and Tommy, by the way? Are they home?”

Phil slowly nodded “Yeah. Both should be in the house.”

“Thanks, Dad. Let’s go Y/N! You have to meet my brothers as well!”

He then grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled them along towards the old but sturdy wooden door that led into their home.

Before Wilbur could open it though Phil yelled out one more thing towards Y/N “If any of my sons are too much or just generally annoying don’t hesitate to get me, I also give you full permission to just tell them off.”

Y/N couldn’t give him an answer though since Wilbur just opened up the door and dragged them in but at this point they were used to Wilbur and taking the charge like this at times so all they did was follow along.

“Your father seems nice, even if a bit sur-“ but Y/N couldn’t finish the sentence. Wilbur pressed his finger against his lips, giving them the sign to be quiet. They were confused but begun following Wilbur as he slowly opened up a door to what Y/N assumed to be the living room.

In the middle of a couch, with his back turned towards the door, sat another teenager with pink hair and pink ears poking out of it.

They might have never met him, but Y/N could immediately tell that this must be Technoblade. The older one between the twins. Even if only by two minutes according to Wil.

Now, Y/N was very interested in meeting Technoblade as well since he too was a Hybrid and they had only been in contact with fellow Dragon Hybrids.

Though right now, Y/N was just watching.

Watching Wilbur who was sneaking up on his brother. His hands out, obviously he planned on somehow scaring him by suddenly touching his shoulder. And just as he got close enough to slam his hands down, Techno loudly shut his book.

The next thing Y/N heard was a bang and saw that Wilbur sank down to the ground, holding his nose and crying out in pain. Techno’s hand with the book in the air.

He slammed the book into Wilbur’s face.

Y/N let out a chuckle but more out of surprise than anything. They knew from Wilbur that Techno was an incredible fighter and had amazing reflexes but somehow they didn’t expect this.

“What the hell, Y/N. Here I am on the ground dying and all you do is laugh?”

They just rolled their eyes and helped Wilbur back up. His nose was a bit red but nothing more, he probably reacted more out of shock than anything.

Technoblade stood up with a sigh and turned around “You really think I couldn’t hear you? I knew as soon as I heard your sneaking steps what you were planning, nerd.”

With Techno now turned around Y/N couldn’t help but be amazed by his Hybrid features. Two huge tusk decorated his face, bristle like fur growing along his arms and now they could see that the ears were definitely that of a pig.

As Y/N stared at him and Wilbur was still cursing his brother out, Techno noticed how Y/N’s gaze was transfixed on him in awe.

He raised one of his eyebrows “Uh, hi?”

Y/N’s eyes widened “Oh! Sorry! My name is Y/N! Wilbur was so nice to show me around since I usually stay with my own clan.”

His own gaze fell then onto his brother who just nodded to show that this was indeed the truth “Mhm, yeah. Pretty much, also, I was so quiet! How did you hear me?”

As an answer Techno just pointed at one of his animal ears “I have better hearing, remember?”

Wilbur scoffed “Yeah, yeah. You are so much better than us. Better hearing, better nose and even better eyes, but we non-Hybrids are pretty cool too.” He then looked at Y/N expectantly as if to wait for them to support his statement.

But Y/N just squinted their eyes and took a good second to stare Wilbur down “Are you- You know who you are talking to, right? I can breathe under water, my eyes are better as well and I have a Ender damned tail.”

“Okay, maybe I talked to the wrong person.” He admitted.

Techno chuckled and moved next to Y/N and held his hand up, palm towards them. It took them a small moment to understand but their own palm soon clapped together with Techno’s.

“Hybrid Buddies?” he asked.

“Hybrid Buddies.” Y/N confirmed.

They might only really know Techno now for about a minute, but they could tell he mostly did this to infuriate Wilbur even more.

Wilbur just sighed and cupped his hands around his mouth “Tommy? Get to the living room for a sec!”

“Oh, are you getting backup?” Techno mused.

At this point Wilbur just looked unamused, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he waited for the youngest brother to react.

The sudden sound of rumbling and loud steps from above seemed to be this answer.

“What do you want Wil! I was working on something! Wait, who is that?” Tommy begun yelling out as soon as he arrived at the stairs only to stop once he walked into the room properly to see Y/N who greeted him with a little wave.

“This is Y/N. I met them a while ago and wanted to show them where we live.” Wilbur put his arm around his younger brother as he begun explaining.

Tommy seemed to be incredibly confused but nonetheless intrigued. His eyes darting from Y/N to Wilbur and only for a split second jumping to Techno “Okay? Hello, Y/N. I’m Tommy.” He then squirmed away from beneath Wilbur’s arm, taking a closer look at them “Woah! What are you? You look awesome! Is that a trident? I thought they were super rare! It’s also enchanted! I mean… you seem to be alright, I guess.”

Y/N laughed, more at the reactions of both Wilbur and Techno who seemed to grow incredibly tired as Tommy went along with his usual spiel “Oh! I’m a Water Dragon Hybrid! Also, yeah, I got that trident from my parents as a way to protect myself. We primarily live in or close of water, so, tridents are incredibly useful to us. Also, they mean a lot to us as well.”

They then got the trident off their back to let Tommy have a better look at it. He looked awestruck. Not only at the revelation that Y/N was a Dragon Hybrid but that weapon seemed to really have enamored him somehow.

A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes as he looked back up “This is cool but nothing against me and my sword.”

Technoblade seemed to be bewildered at that “You just have an iron sword what are you talking about?”

But Wilbur put his hand on Techno’s shoulder “No, no. Let him. Let’s just watch.” It was clearly Wilbur’s chaos was getting the better of him and Techno was too tired to deal with that.

“Your sword? Are you sure? Even if you have an enchanted iron sword, I’m pretty sure it would be nothing against a trident, especially since I am very well trained with this weapon.” Y/N seemed almost smug.

Tommy puffed up his chest and placed his hands at his sides “But my father is the one and only Philza and he taught me everything! There is no way you even stand a chance against me! Fight me and I’ll prove it to you!”

Y/N rolled their shoulders “Okay, little one, let’s get outside and fight! I’ll show you.”

“Little one? Little one?!” Tommy repeated flabbergasted. How dare they call him little.

The sound of the closing front door rung out through the house which was soon followed by an annoyed groan “I swear by Ender. I leave you alone for a few minutes and I already hear Tommy screaming about wanting to fight our guest. Amazing first impression for Y/N.”

He appeared at the door, gloves still on this time. His expression pulled down into a strict frown as he looked around at the scene in front of him.

Both Tommy and Y/N were standing in the middle of the room, turned towards each other due to their bickering while Techno and Wilbur stood to the side. Techno had a skeptical look about him while Wilbur couldn’t help but smirk at the argument of the two.

He purposefully didn’t say it, but Y/N was being trained as a full-fledged warrior of their clan. It was their job to keep off mobs and unwanted guests away from their family. Tommy would have no chance against them, but he couldn’t help but still wanting to see it. Besides Y/N wouldn’t seriously hurt him.

Honestly if anything Wilbur really wanted to see Techno and Y/N fight. In Wilbur’s eyes Techno was definitely the best fighter he knew but Y/N was a close second and while he couldn’t understand it, he also knew that those two would probably bond over fighting each other.

Tommy pointed at Y/N “Well, they started it! Just strutting in here with a weapon! I have to protect our home!”

Philza shook his head, already done with his mischief “Is that right?” He directed that question towards the other teens.

Wilbur just continued smiling while Y/N and Techno just shook their heads.

“Alright. Tommy, stop lying and no fighting. How about you guys just help me make food, at least then I know what you guys are up to.”

This seemed to pull Wilbur back out of his chaotic loving thoughts “Oh! That reminds me! Can we make cookies? Y/N never had any.”

Even Techno, who acted calm and collected, looked shocked towards Y/N. They lived for this long with never eating any cookies? Now that just seemed wrong.

“Sure. Let’s make some cookies then. Is that alright Y/N?”

Y/N’s eyes widened “Oh? Uh, yes! I would love to! It seems to be a big thing that I never had any so I really want to try them!”

Excited Tommy threw his arms in the air “Cookies!”

Laughing at his little brothers’ antics, Wilbur joined in and cheered as well “Cookies!” He then followed said brother and his father out the living room and into the kitchen. Leaving Y/N and Techno behind.

While Y/N was excited as well they were still a bit overwhelmed with this sudden reaction right after being threatened by Tommy. Techno seemed to notice this and put one of his hands on their shoulder “Don’t worry too much about what Tommy said. He was seriously impressed by you, but he unfortunately has an incredibly huge ego with nothing to back it, hence the insults and threats. So don’t worry too much about it. Wilbur seems to really enjoy your company and I too think you are… interesting company. Yes, let’s say that. If you are really such a great fighter, we definitely have to spar at some point though. I rarely get the chance to test my skills against other people besides my family and mobs.”

“I would love that.”

“Nice. Let’s join the others. Seriously, you have never eaten any cookies? How is that possible?”

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hockeyforthefirsttime · 3 years

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The Art of Not Falling in Love- Roope Hintz

AN: This is a piece that is very self indulgent BUT it has a plot despite being like 80% smut. I am thinking of making more parts if people like this

Word count: 5k

TW: like its smut.. so like what do you expect. (Wrap it before you tap it) spanking light dom!Roope female reader

You could never quite understand how you got into this situation. You’d sworn to never fall in love ever. The pain of watching the gruesome divorce of your parents, the way your friends seemed to find “the one” left and right, only to be heartbroken, was simply too much. So you decided to simply don’t fall in love ever.

And you’d kept that promise to yourself, ever since 15. Sure a few crushes came up now and then, but you never acted on them, and you made sure no one knew about the feeling. The only person in your life that knew about this promise to yourself was your best friend Jamie.

The first person you’d met in Dallas when you’d first moved there. You had been a freshman in college and he had been, ironically so, the first person to hit on you in Dallas, and you hadn’t even officially gotten there yet. It happened on the plane ride. He was seated beside you and you couldn’t for the life of you remember the pick up line he used. You just know it was bad, cause you remember laughing at it and the way he tried to manage his long limbs into the airplane seat. It had gone uphill from there on, and you were glad he didn’t get offended by you laughing at him.

Now, however, you were sitting in the stands of the American Airlines Center, watching him and his team scramble across the ice in a turnover, passing the puck up the ice. Roope Hintz picks it up and flicks it into the goal, just over the left shoulder of the Blackhawks goalie, making the Stars take the lead with three minutes left in the third period. The stands erupt in wild cheers and the team celebrates on ice. You jump with the rest of the crowd, and clap enthusiastically. Knowing that it’s gonna be an insufferable team to meet afterwards. After all, athletes tend to be after winning a game like this.

The buzzer goes off and the Dallas Stars have officially ended their losing streak. The crowd is going wild, jumping up and down, making the stands shake just a little. Thats when you decide to sneak out of the stands and find your way to the outside of the locker room, where Jamie had promised he would meet you.

You have been around a few times, and sure enough you find your way. Jamie had made sure to let the security staff know that you would be around after the game. There is a soccer ball laying around so you pick it up and start bouncing it on your jeans clad thigh, then dropping it down onto your foot and up again, alway in control. You lose yourself to the ball, concentrating on keeping it in the air, so much so that you don’t notice the door slamming open until the boom of it makes you drop the ball.

“Jesus fuck.”

You whisper as you look up to find the source of the noise. What you find shouldn’t surprise you, but seeing a shirtless Roope Hintz standing there with a frown on his face, makes heat rush up your neck regardless.

“Who are you?”

He looks suspiciously at you, taking in the skinny jeans and the absence of a jersey. As well as the forgotten soccer ball.

“Sorry, just here for Oleksiak.”

You try to shrug it off, looking for the ball again. His eyes squint suspiciously at you, but his head tilts backwards as he calls for Jamie. He comes bounding out of the locker room, shirtless, but fresh out of the shower. He’s in the middle of zipping up his game day slacks, and the smile already on his lips gets wider.

“You could have waited with the others you know?”

Jamie says cheekily to you. The heat to your face returns, but not in full force. You look at his tall stature and the smaller man beside him. And for some reason, the blonde star of the night is the one to make you look away. You shoot daggers at Jamie instead.

“You know, you could have told me where they were, so I didn’t have to stand here like some other crazed fan.”

Roope slowly turns around and walks away, closing the door with one last curious look directed at you.

“Oh come on, we all know you’re crazy for me.”

Finally you can feel yourself relax a little, with a sigh you take a step closer to him.

“Yeah, crazy for you to leave me alone.”

He wraps you up in his arms and lifts you up in the air, laughing as you gasp at the surprise of being lifted up.

“Congrats by the way, you played well today.”

You say to him, as he lets you back down on the ground again.

“Thank you Sparks.”

“Now go get dressed completely, I suppose you want to celebrate tonight?”

His signature, tooth lacking smile is on full display as he slings an arm around your shoulders. Jamie looks at you with a mischievous look.

“We really want to celebrate this, and besides, we really need to get you laid.”

You wrench your way out of his grip and scowl at him, pushing him in the direction of the door to the locker room.

“Get dressed you idiot.”

You say with a flat voice, trying to remain serious, and failing when you see Jamie wink at you last minute. You immediately go back to juggling the soccer ball, as the door slams shut.

A couple of girls are walking towards you, and you suspect they’re here looking for their boyfriends or husbands. That’s until you see the flustered cheeks and whispers of “I can’t believe we made it all the way here.” and the agreements that follow.

Their eyes land on you and your soccer ball, and their expressions instantly sour. You try to shrug it off, but when the whispering starts again, you look up from the ball. You start getting suspicious when one of the three girls flicks her long, perfectly curled, brunette hair over her shoulder and opens her immaculately painted lips to say something.

“You shouldn’t be here you know.”

The confidence in her voice almost has you fooled for someone who belongs there. Almost. You’ve never seen her close to any of them ever, even if you had managed to stay out of the public eye yourself. Something about this trio didn’t feel right. You stop juggling the ball and drop it to your foot, catching it without bounce and then placing your foot on top of it.

“Why not?”

You ask out of curiosity of what the answer would be.

“Well, it’s reserved for the wags, you know, so you don’t belong here.”

You tilt your head and raise a brow, questioningly.

“Isn’t that what the owner's box is for? you know with reserved seats, food and really comfortable sitting options?”

A blush seems to rise through her make- up and you restrain yourself a little, you really don’t want to make her an enemy. Just in case.

“Yeah.. I just need to see my man before we head home.”

She stutters out, looking at her two friends who nod encouragingly at her.

“Okay, just remind me who it is again?”

You play dumb, knowing that the media is about to get out of the room in a minute.

“Jamie ofcourse.”

And her voice is so confident as she says it, you let a smile show before chuckling. They really thought they could fool anyone with that. Just in that moment, the door opens and cameras and notepads or tape recorders start filing out of the door.

You walk over to the door, holding it open for the stream of reporters and crew. Then you duck a head in and yell for Jamie.

“Oleksiak, your girlfriend is here…”

It isn’t intentional all the way, but it comes out in a sing- song voice.

The entirety of the team turns to face you. Briefly you meet the eyes of Roope, who’s still shirtless. Just as Jamie passes you by with a confused look, you tap his now clothed arm to make him bend down just a little.

“Ehh, so someone somehow got past security, apparently you’re her boyfriend.”

You say to him, loud enough for the closest teammates to hear.

“Jesus Christ, not again.”

Jamie mutters. Stephen Johns is closest and has his phone in seconds calling someone. You let a glance out the door and see the girls huddled together, suddenly looking unsure. Jamie takes a look over your shoulder and sighs.

“Guess I should distract them until security gets here, just stay here.”

You roll your eyes, but stay put. Then suddenly you realise where you are, feeling like an intruder.

“Sorry guys, didn’t mean to intrude, just thought you should know about the girls outside.”

You say, trying to not look too closely at anyone. You can feel the heat rising up your neck.

“‘S alright, not everyday we get to know a girl from Jamie's side.”

Tyler Seguin says from his seat by his gear.

“Oh I know, he has a hard time finding decent ones.”

You say it absentmindedly, but the entire team seems to crack up at that. You feel a little bad, but you also know it as true and it's already said, so you can’t take it back.

“Seems like he did alright with you.”

Roope says as he pulls his button up over his arms and starts pushing the buttons through the holes.

“Ahh, a common mistake. Not a girlfriend and not sleeping with him either.”

His brows raise and a cheeky smile forms on his face. But he doesn’t say anything else. You feel off, of sorts. He doesn’t irk you like the girls did. And it was kind of scaring you. It’s the feeling you get when you start being intrigued, and you don ‘t need that now.

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You’re sitting at the bar, alone, not that you mind it, because the girl who finally got Jamie had been ogling him all night and talking too loud, and it was a relief when you saw them walk out the door. He had asked multiple times if it was okay for him to leave, so much so that you almost drove the uber back to her place yourself.

Staring down at the drink in your hand, you realised you were too sober and too far behind on studying (not really) to be sitting here, in a place you didn’t want to be. So you got up, turned around and immediately crashed into a hard chest. Looking up, you find a wild head of blonde curls and a heavenly cologne. Roope Hintz.

“Can I help you you mr. Star?”

You said ask as he leans closer, if that was even possible, without touching you. He at least has the decency to chuckle and look a little bashful as you address him that way.

“You sure you’re not even a little infatuated with Oleksiak?”

Rolling your eyes, you lean back onto the bar and cross your ankles.

“Why? Are you jealous?”

You give him a flirty smile, just for the hell of it. Roope steps forward so his feet are planted on either side of yours, not touching this time either, and leans an arm beside you, making him come impossibly close to you.

“What if I am?”

He asks, and his eyes are roaming all over your face, ignited with a desire you haven’t seen in far too long. It makes a heat pool in your stomach, and a little in your cheeks. Just purely out of the close proximity.

“Then you’re gonna be sorely disappointed.”

You try to sound casual, but Roope leans a little closer.

“And why is that?”

You can tell he is curious, and your judgement is compromised from the closeness of him. Maybe one night wouldn’t hurt, right?

“I’m a one time offer, an-”

Roope doesn’t even let you finish your sentence, before he has your hand in his. Just as you touch it feels like a wave of something indescribable washes over you. You’d never felt anything like it.

“I can do that. Come along now, we haven’t got all night.”

Roope drags you away from the bar and you scramble to keep up the first few steps. When you catch up, he laces his fingers through yours, and heads out the door. It’s cold out, and since you haven’t really been outside today, all you have is the sweater you came to the rink in. You hadn’t been dressed for a club at all, but he didn’t seem to mind. You wrap your arms around yourself, to try to preserve some of the heat from the inside. Roope has a keen eye and steps behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“One time offer, remember?”

“Oh yeah, that doesn’t mean I can’t be nice, or no?”

And as he pulls you closer to him, you can feel in your bones (and your lower back) that he isn’t nearly as nice as he’s pretending to be. And you catch yourself thinking that you can’t wait to see what this turns into.

“Just, doubting what you define as nice, that’s all.”

At that Roope, let out a little chuckle, before leaning down a little and placing small kisses on your exposed neck. He works his way up to your ear.

“I can be very nice, it all depends on you though.”

With a final kiss to your cheek, he steps away from your heated face, and looks at the uber that’s now in front of you, double checking that it’s the right one. How in the hell had you missed the car pulling up to the curb? Roope opened the door to the back seat and let you enter first. Then he entered shortly after you, told the lady driving the car his address and turned to face you.

“Didn’t think you were that shy, sweetheat.”

He gestured to the entire middle seat between the two of you. You just shake your head, with a coy smile on your lips.

“Just been a while.”

You say quietly, not wanting the driver to hear. Regardless, she looks at you, very discreetly, through the rearview mirror. You give her a reassuring smile trying to convey that you feel safe and that you’re okay. She gives you a wink in return.

“I’ll make it worth your time.”

Roope leads you into an elevator and punches one of the higher numbers, all the while his eyes are roaming you, mentally undressing you. Most definitely wondering what he would find underneath the sweater and jeans. You are absolutely feeling a little shy with the way he looks at you. However, at the same time you’re looking at him, wondering what he is going to do, if he will be soft or hard in demeanor, if he’s gonna be rough or boring, but somehow something in his eyes tells you, it’s gonna be anything but boring.

The elevator stops, and he steps closer, taking your hand in his, entwining your fingers and leading the way out of the elevator. Just two doors down he pulls some keys out of his back pocket and steadily unlocks the door, no fumbling. You take it as a good sign even if you already knew that he wasn’t even close to being drunk. The lock clicks in place and the door slides open, revealing a dark hallway. Roope steps in first and flicks on the light. It’s neat, considering what you had been expecting. The door shuts behind you, and you hear the lock clicking.

Toeing off your shoes you turn and find Roope already staring at you. His eyes are considerably darker. He drops the jacket he had been wearing to the floor and beckons you with a finger to follow him, all silent and a little domineering, half a smile on his lips. You see the light flicker on in the hallway as you follow him down to the left and then the first door on the right hand side it’s the only open door, but it’s not fully lit inside. Carefully you step inside, when nothing happens, you take one more step in and the room is suddenly full of tension.

The light here is turned on low, and Roope is standing in front of you taking slow steps towards you. Determined to stand your ground you remain unmoving, but your eyes roam him, and he seems to notice. With a smirk he takes a hand behind his neck and promptly yanks the shirt off of his upper body. You feel your jaw dropping just a little as you scan him over.

“Look at me in the eyes babe.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, but you remain in your spot steadily holding his gaze. He takes a step closer, and then another, until he’s standing mere inches from you. A devious smile is playing on his lips, when one of his hands lands on your waist. His thumb rubs circles on your hip, just underneath the emerald sweater of yours.

“Are you sure about this?”

He asks, taking his other hand up and caressing your cheek. You nod your head yes.

“I’m gonna need you to use your words for me.”

The hand that’s on your cheek is suddenly forcing your face upwards to meet his eyes.

“I’m sure about this.”

You whisper, again meeting his eyes. Just as the sentence leaves your mouth, he immediately goes to kiss you, but you pull back just slightly, just to tease, and maybe test him a little. He sees the mischievous glint in your eyes, and his smile widens.

“Oh you wanna play like that, huh?”

Roope’s hands slip from your body, before meeting again behind your thighs, lifting you up into his arms. You stare down into his darkened eyes, and lean into him. He lets you kiss him for a couple of seconds, before he deepens it. You let him, not really feeling like fighting him. His lips move from yours and down your neck, as he walks towards the bed, you can feel him leaving a few hickies before dropping you onto the bed.

“Off with the sweater, kaunis.”

You look up at him, while crossing your arms and gripping the bottom of the sweater, letting him take in all of you as the green top comes off. Underneath is a simple black bra and you can see his pupils dilate at the sight of you.

“That one I’m gonna take off myself.”

He leans over you, until you’ve laid down flat on the bed. He’s hovering over you, resting on his forearms, yet his hips have already settled between your legs. You can feel him there hard and heavy. His breath playing across your collarbones, makes you feel the anticipation building in your entire body.

He presses a quick kiss to your lips before he starts leaving open mouth kisses down the valley of your breasts, he shifts his weight so he is leaning more on one arm and slides the other underneath your back, and makes quick work of unfastening your bra. The tension leaves the straps and you let them fall off. Then with his teeth he bites the middle of the bra, lifting it off your body and chucking it away with his free hand.

“Upea.”

You don’t question his words, honestly feeling a little more turned on as he speaks to you in a language you don’t understand. With a wink he kisses each of your tits a few times, before moving further down.

“Still good?”

He asks, and you feel your heart ache a little at it, and immediately shove the feeling aside.

“Yes, so good.”

You say, all out of breath as his fingers pop open the button, and slowly pull down the zipper of your jeans. In a swift motion he has his fingers in what you assume is the belt loops and has pulled down your jeans along with the black underwear you had been wearing. Instinctively you try to close your legs, but two calloused hands on either of your knees stops that motion.

“I’ve got you.”

Roope says as he leans into your right thigh and starts leaving kisses again. Closer and closer to your core, and when he finally is there, he switches to the other tigh, repeating the process. Your hands, which have been clenching the sheets, finally go to his long hair, tugging a little. Roope lets out a little groan and you swear you can feel it in your entire body.

“Aww, look how wet you are, all for me?”

He asks in a husky voice.

“All for you, all for you.”

Roope seems to revel in the admittance rolling off your tongue, before he lets himself have a taste. At least that’s what you think is happening. You feel his hot breath fan over your core, and he is painfully close, you lift your hips just slightly to meet his mouth, just as he pulls away.

“My bed, my rules. Now, you’re gonna have to ask really nicely to cum, before I let you. Got it?”

You’re so lost in desperation for his mouth that you can only nod. You both hear and feel the sigh escaping him, before he lands a little smack on the inside of your thigh. It causes you to let out a strangled moan and clench around nothing.

“Didn’t I tell you? Words.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll ask to cum.”

And then he’s all over you. The pent up feeling you have in your body only seems to grow as he spends his time licking and lapping at your folds. With his arms around your thighs and eyes firmly set on yours, your body's working overtime trying to feel everything. You feel your grip on his hair tighten as his mouth finds you clit and a finger easily slides inside you.

“Fuuuck, feels so good.”

You draw out the vocals as he hums against you. Your breathing went uneven a long time ago, but now you’re struggling to control anything that comes out of your mouth. Especially as the second finger enters you and he makes a “come here” motion with his fingers, finally finding that one particular spot. It nearly sends you over the edge.

“Ah ah, ask first.”

Your brain feels like mush as he continues his assault on your pussy.

“Please may I cum?”

Roope hums against you, before leaning away a little.

“No, I want you to beg.”

He goes back in, feeling the way your body is wound so tightly you don’t know where to turn, not being able to think clearly.

“Please, I’ll be so good, just please please let me cum.”

Again Roope hums.

“Okay, only if you’re a good girl though.”

He says looking up at you, with that smirk of his, before he dives back in. You can feel the tension in your body tightening, and when his tongue does a particularly intense stroke over your clit you can’t hold it anymore. Your legs clamp around his head and you let out a drawn out moan of pleasure as he lets you ride out the high on his face.

When you can’t take it anymore, you gently guide his face away from your core. Roope has this cocky grin on his face and you can’t help but like it being directed at you. You pull him up towards you and kiss him deeply, not really caring if you can taste yourself on his lips. Finally he lets your hands wander over the planes of his upper body, feeling the muscles tense and flex as your fingers trace every ridge of his body. He seems to really like kissing you, but he does notice that your hands go lower and lift his hips up a little to make room so you can pop the button of his jeans. As soon as the zipper is down, your hand traces the waistband of his boxers.

“You gonna play with me like this all night, rakas?”

He asks with a playful tone of voice.

“Maybe.”

You tease, pulling on the waistband of the boxers, before releasing it, making it snap against his skin. He leans away from you completely, getting up so he’s on his knees, but otherwise full height. Your legs are caught between his, so you can only sit up as far. Not that you mind though, with the way he towers over you, giving you perfect access to the bulge that’s now in your direct line of vision. Without really meaning to your jaw goes slack. His pointer finger is under your chin, making you look up at him.

“Eyes up here, yeah?”

You nod innocently at him, making him groan at the sight of you.

“Good girl. Now let’s see if we can put that mouth of yours to good use.”

You blush at his words and the smirk on his lips. Regardless, you start peeling the boxers and jeans down his legs. Slowly. Since this is going to be a one time thing, you think, you’re gonna savour this moment. His skin is hot beneath your fingers, but not as hot as your cheeks the moment his cock springs free of it’s confinement. You’re definitely not complaining about any aspect of it.

Without a second thought you put your lips around the angry red tip, letting your tongue explore every inch of his dick. Roope seems to like what you’re doing, judging by the groaning and panting above you. One of his hands is in your hair, doing a makeshift ponytail as you continue to suck him off. Suddenly, he all but pulls you off his cock, which now seems even more red than it was before. With strings of saliva hanging from your mouth, connected to his dick. Roope lets out a groan that makes your inside tingle before he slides back off the bed.

“I’m going to ruin you so good, rakas.”

He kicks off his jeans and boxers before he is over you again. You look him in the eyes nodding, before spreading your legs, letting him settle between them. He cages you in with his arms, and for some reason, even with his dark gaze upon you, you feel safe. And when he grabs your arms, pinning them beside your head you let out a content sigh. Not only because you’re completely letting go, but because you can feel his cock brushing against your stomach. The anticipation is almost killing you.

Roope, kisses up and down your neck, whispering dirty somethings in your ear, because they aren’t nothing. They are all his fantasies, of what he has come up with that he wants to do with you. As well as to you. Most of all though, you think he just enjoys watching you squirm in need of him. When he lets go of your right hand, it traces your throat.

“Now, put my cock inside yourself.”

It’s a demand, and you follow through, out of desperation to feel him inside. You wrap your hand around his dick, carefully tugging at him, running your thumb over the tip, teasing. With a little smile on your lips. Roope is quick to kiss it away, delving into you, with a passion you’ve never felt before. “Inside, now. Or this teasing of yours is gonna have some serious consequences.”

He mumbles against your lips, so you do as told, guiding him to your entrance. You both let out content sighs as he finally sinks into you. He is going slow at first. Letting you adjust to having him inside you.

“Look so good for me like this.”

You can only nod as he starts moving his hips in slow, deep thrusts. He finds a pace and as soon as you start clenching around him, when he hits that part of you. His pace picks up. The hand that’s still holding onto yours, they are now intertwined in each other. His other hand is caressing your hip. You’re pretty much just a blubbering mess of his name and curses as he hits all the right parts.

With a final kiss to your lips, he leans up a bit, so his thighs are resting on his calves creating a steep angle, so you almost slip off him. Almost. He pulls you closer by the hips, making you yelp out, before your legs are planted on either side of him, giving yourself a little more leverage as he hits deep inside of you. The moan that escapes you is genuine, and you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure. At that you feel a sharp sting on your thigh again.

“Eyes on me.”

In the fog of pleasure all you manage to get out is a weak. “Yes, sir.”

Opening your eyes, you see Roope straining a little as well. His cheeks are tinted and his breathing is really uneven. But his eyes are blown with pleasure, and as you guide his hand to your lower stomach where you can vaguely feel him moving in and out of you. It looks like a new fire has been ignited inside him.

His hand slips from yours as he lets it go to rub at your clit again. The pleasure almost becomes too much, and your eyes roll a little at the feeling.

“May I please cum, sir?”

You manage to moan out, barely remembering his demand from before.

“Hold it for like three seconds, I’m gonna count you down.”

So you look him in the eyes and let him blow out your back for a few more thrusts, and then he starts counting down.

“3”

His rhythm changes as he slows down and goes harder, deeper.

“2”

He moans as you clench around him.

“1, cum for me.”

And you do. It starts in your stomach, and like a warm tide it washes over your entire body. Roope fucks you through it, before he finally pulls out and with a loud groan he is jerking himself off, letting go in hot spurts all over your torso. He finishes and stares down at his personal masterpiece. With your rapidly raising stomach and chest covered in his cum, you can tell by the smirk on his lips. He’s satisfied.

“I’ll be right back.”

Roope says with a wink, and you just nod. Because even though you just had the best sex to date, you were trying to gather your thoughts. On how to get home. You don’t see where he goes, but you hear water running from a sink. When he’s back from the bathroom, you assume, he has a wet washcloth in hand and is wearing a fresh pair of boxers. Gently he wipes his cum from your chest and stomach, and a little in between your legs.

And you’re almost completely ruined by how gentle he is. But you have a promise to keep, and you’re not planning on betraying yourself. He leaves again to toss the cloth into the hamper. When he comes back, you have gathered your underwear and bra, and are standing on the floor on slightly shaky legs.

“You’re leaving?”

And that was really the first sign.

“Yeah, one time offer. Remember?”

You answer, looking for your jeans. Roope sweeps them off of the floor and hands them to you.

“Yeah, right.”

You get dressed in silence, and when your last sock is on. You straighten up.

“I’ll just find the way out myself.”

It’s meant to be casual, but Roope immediately refuses.

“No no, I’ll walk you out.”

And he does, following close behind you. You’ve just gotten your shoes on, when your phone pings. It’s a notification from uber that your ride is here. You’ve put your hand on the door knob and opened the door, when Roope, who was leaning against the wall, pulls you back and kisses you deeply.

“Next time you need an orgasm, give me a call.”

He says with a wink.

In the car back to your apartment, you can feel it. You’re not gonna get rid of Roope after what just went down in his bedroom. The worst part of it is that you’re not sure you want it to be a one time thing. Fuck.

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