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ficletvember 2023 - day 14

dijkstra/philippa

After years of kneeling at Philippa's feet, Dijkstra finally dares to ask for more. content warning for dear god, this is horny and a smidge messed up, as is typical of these two. explicit d/s vibes, oral sex, several yucky fantasies, also footjobs for some reason. philippa is explicitly a lesbian here, don't worry.

There had once been a time, as the political chatter dwindled and the wine flowed, when more nights than not, Dijsktra had found himself waiting with controlled anticipation for the inevitable quirk of Philippa Eilhart’s brow.

It was an unspoken command to kneel at her feet.

She’d trained him well through his Academy days and after, mentoring more than just his intelligence career.

He was a cocksure young spy, quick on his feet despite his lumbering height and clever enough to pretend to be as oafish as he looked. Never quite handsome but unerringly confident even so.

In Philippa’s study each night, that same young man folded his hands into his lap and bowed his head, the picture of meek obedience. He waited as patiently as he could for her small, soft hand to trail through the thinning hair along his crown.

If he was lucky, she would let him touch her.

Some nights, it was nothing but kneeling.

Philippa would continue their chatter about politics or history or aimless gossip, all while Dijkstra’s legs grew numb beneath him, her hand toying sometimes with the sparse hair at his temples.

He waited with less and less patience, his whole body tight with tension, for her to ask more of him, but he was bound to her whims. Her faint, teasing touches and the heat of her body a whisper away was an endless torture.

When she inevitably dismissed him, he’d stumble up on legs as wobbly as a newborn calf. He bore the brunt of her amusement in toying with him if only for the promise that some nights went very differently and the hope that someday she would allow even more.

Other nights, she bid him to employ his big hands to dig into the meat of her heels and up the curve of her calves. He’d watch his thumbs slide up the ridge of her shin, parting the soft, dark hair, and sometimes, as he stroked down again to work his fingers into the bones of her ankle, she would press a bare sole between his legs where he desperately needed to be touched.

If he was very lucky, she would hold her weight there and urge him on.

“Do what you must, Sigismund,” she would say in a voice lofty and dark with the slur of wine. “One day, you’ll have kings rutting against your heel like mutts in heat. Shameful. How little control men truly have. Put them under just a bit of pressure, and they fall into your lap.”

The humiliation burned, but he bore the heat of shame and friction to shiver apart beneath her feet.

He should have guessed her proclivities then. She had never been shy about her disdain for men. Her private preference had always been for women, the men she seduced only ever used as a means to an end.

Foolishly, though she gave him no reason to think so, Dijkstra had thought himself an exception.

Some glorious nights, she let him taste her.

She rarely wore anything beneath her gowns, a twitch of skirts as she hooked a leg over her armchair leaving her exposed and glistening.

While her legs were never shaved hairless as some northern ladies favoured, the hair left between her legs varied based on her whims. Sometimes pruned into a tidy pattern or decorated with jewels. Dijkstra didn’t much care either way how she styled her damn cunt. He cared about very little at all when she finally beckoned him forward and allowed him to put his mouth to her.

He wasn’t some poet. The taste of her wasn’t dripping nectar, sweet as honey. Her cunt tasted the same as any other, of salt and sweat with a coppery-tang as her wetness met the swirl of his tongue. It wasn’t the taste or the sight or the smell that made Dijkstra’s blood rush in his ears like nothing else. It was Philippa's murmurs of praise and direction, the touch of her hand on his head, the faint tremble that began in her thighs, and then, the little noises rising in pitch as her pleasure heightened.

Even sitting obedient on his knees, even knowing that his aching urge to sheath himself within her would never be sated, that he would leave this room with his cock untouched, ever wholly satisfied, Dijkstra had never felt more powerful than in those moments.

He had no way of knowing how much of that power was as much an illusion as any part of Philippa Eilhart was.

Dijkstra had learned quickly that Philippa grew bored of perfect obedience. She grew bored with all of her toys after a time. He had thought, foolishly, that he would always be clever enough and useful enough to hold her interest.

She was planning something. In the wake of the Brotherhood’s triumph and great loss at Sodden, she had begun to quietly scheme. It was the things she didn’t say that tipped him off, going quiet as she sipped at her wine, eyes glinting. He knew she’d share the details soon enough, as many details as he needed to know for his inevitable part in it.

It had been years since their nightly talks had regularly ended with him on his knees, a distance having crept in, but his body still knew the heightened sensory awareness of anticipation. The hair at the back of his neck stood on end as she watched him, knowing she could read his clear thoughts if she wished. Hoping this time she would look deep and laugh a little over his shameless want, his blatant desire. Hoping that she would allow him close once more.

As the talk dwindled, he waited to be dismissed or to be beckoned, hardly tasting his own wine.

Philippa's dark eyebrow quirked upward. He once would have rushed immediately to his knees at that simple signal. He was older now and wiser. He'd grown tired of leaping to heel when she called.

He'd still leap, of course. Just hoped she didn't expect him not to gripe about how high.

“My knees aren't what they used to be,” Dijkstra grunted, and Philippa snorted a laugh.

“Would you like a cushion? A word of sympathy?”

“I'd like to take you to bed,” he said in a voice low with desire.

He’d never been so bold. He knew had she allowed him to have her like that when he was young, he would have embarrassed himself in his eager yearning to be inside her, to be that close to her. Now, though he’d only gotten fatter and uglier with age, he knew he had the experience and prowess to make it worthwhile for her. If she let him.

Philippa hummed, her finger teasing the edge of her goblet.

“Kneel here a moment,” she said, gesturing to her feet, “and I’ll think on that, Sigismund.”

She clapped her hands, and a plush cushion appeared. It quivered with the insubstantial half-transparency of illusion, but when he kneeled, his creaking knees sank into plush softness.

Philippa lay her hand on the crown of his bald head. Some wisps of hair still tried to grow along his scalp, enough that he had watched them go silver, but he shaved them close to his skull just as he shaved his patchy beard. He’d once wondered if he were a more classic beauty, rather than an acquired taste, if she would have allowed more between them.

He recalled the height of her laughter when once she had read in his thoughts <i>if I’d only been born the fairer sex</i>.

“There'd be nothing fair about you either way, Sigismund,” she had laughed, easing the slight with a caress down his throat.

He had pleased her with that desperate thought. Knowing that if it were possible, he would remake himself into someone that would be allowed closer to her, enough her equal that he could dominate her in turn.

In his fantasies now, he loomed above her, he fit his big hands around her throat, he watched in delight as she begged at his feet and slipped her small fingers around the girth of his cock. Dangerous, talons sharp and gaze gleaming, even as he sank with a smear of red lipstick past her parted lips and down her throat.

Never forgetting that she may bite.

Philippa hummed and scratched in a gentle drag along his scalp with her lacquered nails.

She was peering into his thoughts, he knew. She could see his every desire. The ache to claim her and be claimed by her. Leashed to one another. Equally bound. He didn't wish for her to be subservient. No more than he thought she wished that of him.

He offered up another fantasy. Philippa, bearing the jut of a conjured cock between her legs, one that shimmered with magical sensation. Dijkstra, bowed forward on his hands and knees, open and waiting for her.

“You have quite the imagination,” said Philippa, her fingernails ghosting lightly across his skin.

“What d’you think?” Dijkstra asked, voice rougher than expected.

He was painfully aroused, heartbeat pounding in the taut weight of his erection that strained the front of his trousers. If he’d been younger, it would have taken only a gentle brush of Philippa’s heel or even a word to set him off.

Philippa stood with a predatory slowness that brought her hips to the height of his head. If she’d had a cock, he would not have had to lean much closer to touch his mouth to the very tip. So close, he imagined that he could feel the heat of her arousal, could almost smell the warmth of her sex.

“I think,” she said as he looked up at her, his every desperate desire written clearly in his thoughts and his expression, “I think it’s best that we don’t do this again, Sigismund.”

In a breath, before he could fully digest her words, she was away from him. A breath later, there came the near-silent flutter of wings as she soared from the open window.

A cold shudder went down Dijkstra's spine. The exhale he released was ragged and sudden. The coiled tension in his body snapped, wholly unsated, and he snatched at his laces to free himself, stripping his cock with rough strokes that were barely pleasurable but brought him to his peak in a quick punch through his gut.

He remembered only as pulsing streaks of ejaculate fell across the cushion she had given him to kneel on that it was only an illusion. He watched the dark stain dissipate along with the cushion itself as Philippa’s proximity stretched far enough away that the magic broke.

The cold of the bared floorboards ached up through Dijkstra’s old knees.

#my fic #ficletvember #philippa eilhart x sigismund dijkstra #this is SO yucky i swear to god i can't write smut like this unless it's dijkstra. truly i become possessed #i love so much that big fat ugly guy idk

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pahrak-the-sinnoh-slizer · 10 hours

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River's Rebuke

“The hell were you thinking?!”

Ash flinched. “I was…just trying to—”

The woman in front of him held up a hand. She was tall, with deep brown skin and dreadlocks sporting various shades of green. Straightening her emerald jacket, she rounded her desk and sat down before looking back up at him. “You were there to gather intel. I remember explicitly telling you not to attack. What part of that didn’t sink in?”

Clenching his teeth, Ash said, “It wasn’t my plan! I saw an opportunity, so I took it! I thought the chance to take out Earl Tsuminami was worth the risk!”

“That was not your call to make! Do you have any idea how lucky you are to be here right now, rather than digesting in a kappa’s stomach?”

He hung his head. “Commander Willow—”

“No. Of course you don’t. If kappa weren’t so obsessed with their sense of manners—if Baron Kamikawa hadn’t just happened to have promised not to interfere, you’d be fish food!” She sighed, gently massaging her temples. “…I am glad you made it back safe. But for fuck’s sake, Ash: you need to dial it back before you get yourself killed.”

Ash thought a moment, but no words came to mind. He simply nodded.

“Good.” Willow flipped open a folder on her desk. “I want you to stay on-base for the time being. Here: take these documents to the lab, then go get some rest.”

He took the folder and was gone in a second. His pace then slowed dramatically, and he trudged his way down the sun-drenched stone hall, nearly missing the girl waiting at the top of the nearest staircase. Dirty blonde hair fell in waves over her shoulders; the uniform she wore was similar in style to the Commander’s, only strawberry-colored, and she wore steel-toed boots that beat out a furious tempo as she tapped her foot. Ash both was and wasn’t happy to see her.

“Ah…Marisol,” he said with a weak wave. “I, uh, take it you heard how things went.”

“I did.” Her foot went still. A reddish-yellow flower sat in her hair, its petals slowly stiffening into points like quills on a hedgehog. “…Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. A little soreness, some wounded pride, but…fine.”

“What about Zoe?”

Ash raised his hand, and a flower like the one in Marisol’s hair bloomed from his wrist. She brushed her fingers against it, tilting her head for a few seconds, and ultimately gave a satisfied nod.

“We should get her some sunlight.”

“Uh, I have to head to the lab first.” Ash motioned with the folder. “Commander Willow wanted me to deliver this.”

“I see. I’ll go with you, then.”

They descended the giant stone staircase, its spiraling path completing one, two, three full loops before Ash cleared his throat. “I did consult Zoe. Before I…went off-plan. Just so you know.”

The flower in Marisol’s hair rustled. “And why do you want me to know?”

“Huh? Well…I didn’t want you to think I put her in danger without thinking, is all.”

“Right. Better that you put her in danger knowing full well what you were doing.”

“That’s not…” He shook his head. “Nevermind.”

Two, four, eight loops. Marisol stopped and, without turning to face him, said, “You’re both so eager to take risks. I guess that’s why you bonded. I know you didn’t act without thinking, Ash. But there’s so many things you forget to take into consideration.”

He continued down the stairs. “Like what?”

Something pulled him back and spun him around—vines, two long, thin ones that had sprouted from Marisol’s flower. She jabbed one finger forward and said, “Like what? How about the way the rest of us would feel if you died, idiot?”

Ash tugged at one of the vines. “It’s not like I was planning to die!”

“But you knew you could!”

“I know I messed up! Alright? I’m sick and tired of all of us having to hide from the kappa like this—I can’t stand leaving them in control!”

“Everyone’s sick and tired of the kappa, Ash! That’s no excuse for you to abandon common sense!”

Vines slowly grew from Ash’s flower, trying to gently wrest him free. “Alright! Alright. Okay?”

Marisol glared at him a bit more before recalling her vines. They walked the rest of the way to the lab in silence. A bell sounded when they opened the door, and instantly someone started yelling at them.

“What is it?! What’s happening—are we under attack?” A short woman in a tattered lab coat leapt from a cot in the corner of the room, brandishing an empty beaker. “You’ll never take me alive, you turtle-faced fucks! Let’s dance!”

“Cool it, Doc,” Ash said. “The only one you’re gonna hurt is yourself.”

A vine grew from Marisol’s flower to smack him in the back of the head, while the girl greeted, “Good evening, doctor! We’re terribly sorry for waking you.”

The woman squinted at them, blinked a few times, and then turned to survey the lab. “Oh…must’ve been a dream. I was just trying to catch up on some shut-eye until I heard back from Laverne.”

Ash rubbed his head as he stepped forward. “Uh, yeah, she said to give you this.”

“Hm?” Doc took the folder and began to examine the contents. “Ah, yes, this is it! I had some new hypotheses regarding lowering the sea level, let’s see what she thinks…”

Ash looked up at the screen on the wall, glancing over the charts and figures displayed and wondering what they all meant. “I didn’t realize we were still trying to do that. Will it really help that much?”

“Of course!” Doc said, tossing the folder onto a low table. “If we can find a way to repair the damage done to the planet’s climate over the past few generations, the sea should recede, taking away the kappa’s advantage and giving us more dry land to work with!”

“Sure, but don’t they still hold sway over the weather with that demon magic or whatever? Dry land won’t help if it doesn’t stay dry.”

“Bah, of course I’ve thought of that! Countering the kappa’s influence on the weather is already a part of our operation.”

“So you have a plan?”

“Not yet!”

Ash sighed. Marisol said, “I’m more concerned about the way the kappa have mutated. They originally needed freshwater, but now that they’ve been forced to adapt to saltwater, they’ll never be as contained as they once were.”

“Yes, yes, but the first step is the most important!” Doc said. “Now then, did you need something?”

“Uh, no,” Ash said, “just making that delivery.”

“Then shoo! I’m very busy! Go on, now!”

Doc ushered them out of the lab and locked the door behind them. Once he felt he had his bearings, Ash turned to Marisol and asked, “They used to need freshwater?”

Marisol nodded. “Mm-hm. Historical accounts refer to kappa strictly as river spirits. It’s thought to be the main reason why they remained endemic to Japan prior to the ocean rising.”

“Huh. Makes sense.”

“Yeah.” She walked back over to the staircase. “That’s all you had to do, right? Let’s head to the garden so Zoe and Gabriela can get some sun.”

The two flowers swayed excitedly. Ash contemplated making a protest, but he thought better of it.

#follow up to River's Rage #writing #original #Pahrak writes stuff #had to write something for a final and wanted to revisit this concept

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imaginingmarvelandeverything · 2 years

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Chapter 2: Cursed Prophet

Pairing: Morpheus x OC (Cassandra of Troy)

Warnings: mentions of death, alludes to sexual assault (not explicitly mentioned)

Word count: 1450

A/N: Here is chapter 2 of Fated and Forgotten! Writing prophecies is a lot harder than I thought it would be when I grew up reading Percy Jackson. But I hope you like this chapter!!!

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Cass woke with her heart beating against her ribs. The early morning rays of light streamed through the window, the soft drapes swaying in the breeze. But it did nothing to settle the dread in her chest. She had managed to anger another god. She could not be sorry for punishing the soldier in his dreams, knowing he wouldn’t be punished in real life. But she feared Oneiros’ wrath. Apollo’s curse already made her life so much harder than the lives of the people around her. She wasn’t sure she could deal with another curse added on top.

She pushed herself up in bed and brushed her hair over her shoulder. Oneiros would be waiting for her when she fell asleep again. She had power in his realm, more than she should, but she knew she would be no match for him. She stood and walked over to the water basin by the window, using the jug next to it to fill it.

“Oh, my lady, you are already awake.” Agnes, her personal maid, said as she walked in.

“Restless dreams.” Cass smiled softly. “That soldier should not bother you again, but if he does, I ask that you tell me.”

Agnes looked shocked, but quickly regained her composer and nodded. “Thank you, my lady. Your father has requested your presence, it seems your brother has returned from the front lines.” Agnes said as she got to work, pulling out possible dresses and accessories.

Cass splashed water over her face as she thought back to the last time Hector had been home. It had been months, the Achaeans were still trying to attack from the eastern borders, even though Hector’s armies had been keeping them at bay for almost eight years. Her brother’s visit would be a welcome distraction from what was waiting for her in her dreams that evening. And it would be good for her nephew to see his father again.

***

The rest of the family were already gathered when Cass walked into the dining hall, eagerly talking about a boxing match in the main square the following day that all of her brothers would be participating in to celebrate Hector’s recent accomplishments in battle. Hector stood to greet her with a smile, which she returned as he embraced her. She pulled back, intending to greet him, but as she caught his eye she felt the familiar tug of the fates. Her eyes rolled back into her skull and her body went rigid as she tried, and failed, to fight it.

“The forgotten second son will return,

He coverts a queen to his possession.

The city will fall and burn,

In two years, as the season turns.”

Her vision went black and her legs gave out from under her.

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When Cass started to come back around, she could hear people talking.

“I thought she was getting better.” Hector’s voice said.

“She was.” Her father replied

Hector sighed. “She’s still speaking nonsense. Maybe it would be better for her to move to the temple permanently.”

“We already tried that, it just made the fits of madness worse.” Her mother spoke up.

She felt tears start to burn her eyes as she pushed herself up from where she had been propped up against Hector on the floor. “I am fine. The emotions of having you home overwhelmed me.” She forced a smile she knew none of her family believed as Hector helped her to her feet.

“Sister-”

“Dear brother, I promise you, nothing is out of the ordinary.” She sat down in her usual place at the table and reached forward to grasp some of the fruit. “Now, how was your time away?”

Hector seemed glad for the distraction and immediately started talking about how the front line was holding. But Cass found herself unable to pay attention. Her mind was reeling with the images of Troy burning at the hands of the Greeks and a beautiful blonde woman and a handsome young man with dark brown curls standing under a wedding arch. Her parents rarely talked about Paris; her younger brother had been fated at birth as the destruction of Troy and had been cast out to die. It seemed that he was still alive and the prophecy was to be fulfilled. But no matter how much she pleaded and warned the people around her, they would not believe her. Apollo had made sure of that.

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When she fell asleep, Cass found herself standing in the same meadow the dream lord had transported them to the night before. The god in question was stood not far from her, watching intently. He was dressed in the same black robes that made him look foreign among the bright colours and highlighted the pallor of his skin. But he did not look sickly, he had the ethereal look of someone who was ageless, and yet his eyes gave away how many ages he must have seen pass. He was beautiful, in a different way to the men she saw every day at home. But she pushed those thoughts down before they could run away from her.

“You do not look surprised to see me.” He said in the same deep, dulcet tone as the night before, that this time lacked the edge it had when he found her trespassing.

“You are not the first god I have dealt with. Our conversation last night was cut short by my leaving, I knew you would not let it go.” She said, feeling small under his intense gaze even though he was only about half a head taller than her. But she stood her ground, unwilling to show him any weakness.

“I am no god, not in the sense you mean.” He confessed, taking a tentative step towards her.

She forced herself to hold her ground. “If you are no god, what are you?”

“I am one of the seven endless. Each of us have been here since our realms were needed and we will be here long after your gods have diminished.” He said, as if that was any explanation at all.

“What do you want?” Her voice sounded smaller than she intended, but the words echoed those she had uttered when she stood in a similar position before Apollo.

“To understand how you can manipulate the dreaming in such a way that you can enter the dreams of others to create your own nightmares.” He tilted his head to the side slightly, still staring at her with his intense gaze.

“I do not have an answer for you. I was just one day able to.” She gave a half shrug and rubbed her fingers over the soft silk of her dress and dropped her gaze to the grass under her bare feet. Even in the dreaming, as he had called it, they both felt so real under her fingertips and toes.

“If I ask about the curse, are you going to run again?” His voice seemed softer than before.

“I do not see the point. You will just keep appearing to me here until I tell you, will you not?” She glanced up and met his eyes. He had moved closer without her realising so she could finally see the ice blue colour of his eyes.

“I will.” He confirmed.

She nodded and took a breath, wondering if he would be allowed to believe her when everyone else wasn’t. “The god Apollo took an interest in me. I am high priestess of his Temple in Troy. To try and gain my favour, he bestowed on me the gift of foresight. But I did not want it, I did not want him. I turned him down and in his anger he cursed me. I can still see the future and recall prophecies, but he decreed that no one would ever believe me. I know what is going to happen, but no matter what I do, I cannot convince those around me that it will happen.”

He seemed to ponder her words before he spoke again. “Did the ability to manipulate the dreaming come after this?”

“I do not know. I have always been aware I was dreaming while I was asleep, but it was only the anger at my father’s men taking advantage of the women of our household like Apollo did to me that I managed to show them what I wanted them to see.” She could still feel the way the anger had reared in her chest before she found herself stood in the offenders dream.

“I have an offer for you.” He said and she raised her eyebrows in surprise.

“I am listening.”

“I wish to see how much power you hold in my realm. If you would periodically meet here so we can assess your abilities, I will look the other way when you meddle in the dreams of others.” He held a hand up when she went to reply. “Permitted that you do not push too far and damage the dreaming. Do we have an agreement?” He held out his hand.

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She took it, trying not to dwell on the way her heart skipped at the contact. “Yes.”

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wolint · 4 months

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FRESH MANNA

LOOK AGAIN

1 Kings 18:41-46

So many things in life warrant a second, third or many more looks, and so too, do a lot of spiritual and supernatural things. Look Again! Sometimes we need to take a second look to see something that was missed at first glance. Is there something you’ve missed because you didn’t look properly the first time? Something you’ve given up on, or something that doesn’t look like it would still happen?

You think the year has almost ended with God’s promises to you still not in sight. Has it been so long that you feel like you’ve missed too many opportunities?

I want to remind you not to give up! It will still happen, look again.

Whatever God started in your life, will always be completed says Philippians 1:6. You can’t give up! God is about to wake up what you thought was dead.

God is still going to do what He promised! Just look again!

God brought drought and famine to Israel to show His power to Ahab. After three years of famine, God sent Elijah to tell Ahab it was going to rain. Elijah said he heard "the sound of abundance of rain" in verse 41. He then told Ahab to get ready because there was going to be a downpour.

The Lord is telling you to look again and keep looking because there’s going to be a downpour of blessings, Favour, miracles, healing, promotion and many more goodies reserved for those who fear Him and are expectant.

Have you tried and failed? God says, “Get up and try again!”

Have you prayed and received no answer? God says, “Get up and pray again!”

Did you believe in a miracle, and nothing happened? God says, “Get up and believe a 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th 6th, 7th time! Keep going, seven is the number of completion and perfection! It may look like "there is nothing there,” but look again!

Are you currently in an unusual or difficult circumstances? Jonah certainly felt that way in the belly of the whale, yet God was using those circumstances to get his attention. No matter how desperate or hopeless the situation, how far away God seems to us now, we must know that God hears our prayers and will help us.

Jonah was in such a wretched condition that he says, “I am cast out of Your sight,” and yet, despite this, he declares, “Yet I will look again toward your holy temple in Jonah 2:4.

Although Elijah was told explicitly by the Holy Spirit that there would be rain in Verse 1, there was no sign of rain. He had heard it but had not yet seen it, but by faith, he said, “Get up, because I hear it!” There was something different this time…now it wasn’t rain, but “a little cloud about the size of a man’s hand.” The indication of rain.

Look again, there is something on the horizon, a cloud about the size of a man’s hand, your miracle is still on the way. Arise! Look again!

Elijah put his face between his knees, the posture of earnest supplication, the prophet, far from resting, was absorbed in prayer for the fulfilment of the promise of God made in verse 1.

Don’t give up just because you don’t yet see it, Get Up, with faith, and look again!

Are you expecting a miracle? Look again!

Are you expecting provisions? Look again!

Are you expecting a revival? Look again!

Are you expecting blessings? Look again!

Get up and look again!

Look again and again until the manifestation of the word.

PRAYER: Lord, you are a promise keeper, help me to never give up on your promises but to keep looking until manifestations in Jesus’s name. Amen.

Shalom

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alinawatson · 6 months

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Analyze Final Chapter” of God’s Word on this Edition of End of the Age!

t is the last chapter in the Bible—Revelation 22. What are the messages, and warnings, God chose to conclude “His Book”—the most important book ever written, which has the very words to eternal life? We will analyze the “Final Chapter” of God’s Word on this edition of End of the Age! Revelation 21 reveals the New Jerusalem is the bride of Christ—the church. We also learn there are two Jerusalems: the physical Jerusalem located in the land of Israel and the spiritual Jerusalem being constructed as God gives birth to His church.

Throughout that chapter, God is describing the New Jerusalem to John:

The Church is the Tabernacle of God – In the great sermon preached by the first martyr Stephen just before he was stoned, he said, “Howbeit the most High dwelleth not in temples made with hands; as saith the prophet,” (Acts 7:48). The One escorting John said, “I will show you the bride.” We come to the central purpose of Revelation 21:9-10, “And there came unto me one of the seven angels which had the seven vials full of the seven last plagues, and talked with me, saying, Come hither, I will shew thee the bride, the Lamb’s wife. And he carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, and shewed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God,” When Jesus promised to show John the bride, the Lamb’s wife, He showed him the holy Jerusalem. In this scripture we have absolute proof the bride is the holy Jerusalem.

The New Jerusalem has 12 Gates The New Jerusalem has 12 Foundations The symbolic measurements of the New Jerusalem Adorned with precious stones and streets of gold as it were transparent glass. No Sun or Moon in the City – Jesus will be the light! The Gates of the New Jerusalem will Never be Shut This brings us to Chapter 22.

BEHOLD I COME QUICKLY! John continues to describe the New Jerusalem in Revelation 22:1, “And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.”

When Jesus met the woman at the well in John 4:10, He asked her for water to drink. She questioned Him asking her for a drink since He was a Jew and she was a Samaritan. He answered her in John 4:10, “Jesus answered and said unto her, If thou knewest the gift of God, and who it is that saith to thee, Give me to drink; thou wouldest have asked of him, and he would have given thee living water.”

Jesus explained further about the living water in John 4:13-14, “Jesus answered and said unto her, Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again: But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.”

Jesus also spoke of the living water on the last day of the Feast of Tabernacles in John 7:37-39, “In the last day, that great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried, saying, If any man thirst, let him come unto me, and drink. He that believeth on me, as the scripture hath said, out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water. (But this spake he of the Spirit, which they that believe on him should receive: for the Holy Ghost was not yet given; because that Jesus was not yet glorified.)”

Jesus explicitly stated the living water was His Spirit, the gift of the Holy Ghost. As verse 39 explains, at the time He spoke of this living water, it was not yet given because His Spirit only became available after He was glorified.

Revelation 22:2 goes on to describe the Tree of Life which grew beside the River of Life. We first see the Tree of Life in the midst of the Garden of Eden when Adam and Eve were created. Once they disobeyed God by eating from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, they were forbidden from eating of the Tree of Life lest they should live forever. To the saved who will dwell in the New Jerusalem, they will be given open access to the Water of Life and the Tree of Life. The Tree of Life is described in Revelation 22:2, “In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.”

Notice the leaves of the Tree of Life were for the healing of the nations. This is simply reminding us again that there will be no sickness, no pain and no death in the New Jerusalem.

Revelation 22:3-4 provides more information about the wonders of the New Jerusalem, “And there shall be no more curse: but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it; and his servants shall serve him: And they shall see his face; and his name shall be in their foreheads.”

When this passage says there will be no more curse, it is because Jesus bore the curse for us. Galatians 3:13 says, “Christ hath redeemed us from the curse of the law, being made a curse for us: for it is written, Cursed is every one that hangeth on a tree.”

The passage also reveals we will be the Lamb’s servants and will serve Him. We will have access to His presence continually. I Thessalonians 4:17, “And so shall we ever be with the Lord.” Revelation 22:4 continues to say we shall see His face and His name shall be in our foreheads. Jesus’ name is placed in our foreheads when we are baptized in His name.

John concludes his record of the vision of the New Jerusalem in Revelation 22:5, “And there shall be no night there; and they need no candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God giveth them light: and they shall reign for ever and ever.”

Just imagine no need for the sun or electricity or for any artificial light! For we will dwell in His presence and He is the light! Finally, we are reminded again we shall reign with Jesus Christ forever and forever!

In Revelation 22, we will hear the admonition of God Himself as He issues His final words designed for those of us who live in the end time, the day of His return to the earth.

As we learned in the last chapter, the first five verses of chapter 22 continue to describe the glories of the New Jerusalem. Then this final chapter of Revelation restates the purpose for which this last book of the Bible was given. Revelation 22:6 declares the purpose very clearly, “And he said unto me, These sayings are faithful and true: and the Lord God of the holy prophets sent his angel to shew unto his servants the things which must shortly be done.”

Jesus said He sent His angel to show His servants the things that must shortly come to pass. Our Lord wants His servants to know what the future holds.

Our new series, Revelation – The Unveiling of Jesus Christ Volume 1 and 2, was created to give understanding to all who desire to know the things that will soon come to pass.

In this sixth verse we are also told the identity of the one who has been talking to John throughout the vision. God said He “sent His angel” to show us the things that must come to pass.

Revelation 22:7 gives us the theme of the final chapter of the last book of the Bible, “Behold, I come quickly: blessed is he that keepeth the sayings of the prophecy of this book.” Many people have questioned why the declaration, “Behold, I come quickly” would be made when the Book of Revelation was written almost 2,000 years ago. This scripture saying, “Behold, I come quickly,” has proven true for each generation since the Book of Revelation was given to John. Jesus has been calling individuals home for over 2,000 years and it always seems to come too quickly. As James 4:14 says,

“…For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.”

As the generation who will soon see the physical return of Jesus to the earth, the words have never rung truer, “Behold, I come quickly!” Three times in this closing chapter of the Holy Scriptures, God repeats the phrase, “Behold, I come quickly.” This leaves no doubt the overriding purpose of this final book of Scripture is to warn us to be ready for His coming.

After saying, “Behold, I come quickly,” Jesus went on to say, “Blessed is he that keepeth the sayings of the prophecy of this book.” What does He mean by this statement? How can we keep the sayings of the prophecies given in the Book of Revelation?

In chapters 2 and 3 of Revelation, messages are given straight from Jesus to the seven churches of Asia. We are told what they were doing right and what they were doing wrong. We should learn from these messages and adjust our conduct accordingly.

In chapter 6 of Revelation, the four spirits that seek to control the human race, Catholicism, Communism, Capitalism and Islamism are revealed. We should understand these forces and not allow our lives to be controlled by them.

What about Capitalism? It’s okay to have money, just don’t let the love of it control you. 1 Timothy 6:10, “For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.”

In chapter 7, God devotes this entire chapter to the great Jewish-Gentile revival that will be poured out in the end time. By revealing this revival to us, Jesus wants us to prepare to participate in this final harvest just before His Second Coming.

The church should be in a perpetual state of evangelism—preaching and teaching the Gospel of the Kingdom of God around the world. Matthew 24;14, “And this gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in all the world for a witness unto all nations; and then shall the end come.”

In chapters 8-11, the Seven Trumpets are given to us so we can understand the world-changing events that are happening all around us. Jesus told us in Matthew 24:6, “And ye shall hear of wars and rumors of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet.”

Although we are living through the events prophesied in the Seven Trumpets, Jesus told us not to be troubled by all these climactic events. He was saying we should stay on course and accomplish what He has called us to do in reaping the final harvest.

In chapter 12, we are given an overview of events from the birth of Christ all the way to the end of the Great Tribulation. In verse 14 of this chapter, it is revealed that the eagle (the U.S.) will stand with Israel against the entire world in the end time. This information should give the United States confidence to stand against the Antichrist and his world government though most of the nations of the world will be against us.

Chapter 13 clearly reveals to us Satan’s plan for the last days. We are shown the Antichrist and his world government, the False Prophet and his world religion and the enforcement mechanism of Satan’s plan to cause all people to worship him. This enforcement mechanism is called the Mark of the Beast.

God exposes Satan’s masterplan, which is the establishment of his physical kingdom on the earth, in this chapter and it is of eternal consequence to participate in it.

It is the understanding of these prophecies, which lets us know you 1) Should never pledge allegiance to a world government or it’s leader 2) Never be part of the huge move towards a world religion, interfaithism or ecumenism 3) Place a mark of identification on your person.

In chapter 14, we are told all who worship the Antichrist and receive the Mark of the Beast will be tormented forever and forever in the presence of the Lamb and His holy angels. The chapter then concludes with an account of the Two Harvests, the harvest of the wheat and the harvest of the tares. This gives us Revelation’s third account of the Rapture of the church and the Battle of Armageddon.

Chapters 15-16 record the coming Wrath of God that will be poured out upon His enemies during the Battle of Armageddon Bible.

After these chapters, God interrupts the flow of the Book of Revelation to interject the account of His judgment that will be poured out upon false Christianity.

Chapters 17 and 18 are devoted to the judgment of Mystery Babylon and all of her daughters. His warning to all of us is given in Revelation 18:4, “…Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues.”

Revelation 19:7 gives us the final account of the Rapture and the Battle of Armageddon, “Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honor to him: for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself ready.”

In chapter 20, we see the binding of Satan for 1,000 years, the millennial reign of Jesus and His church and the Great White Throne of Judgment.

When we arrive at chapter 21, we are told in no uncertain terms the New Jerusalem is a portrayal of the bride. The angel said to John in Revelation 21:9-10, “…Come hither, I will shew thee the bride, the Lamb’s wife. And he carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, and shewed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God.” The rest of the chapter then goes on to describe many of the wonderful attributes of the church.

The Book of Revelation is finalized in Revelation 22:6-21. We are told many things in these last 16 verses.

Worship No One Else but God

After seeing all the visions and prophecies given to him in the Book of Revelation, John was overwhelmed. Revelation 22:8-9 reveals his reaction, “And I John saw these things, and heard them. And when I had heard and seen, I fell down to worship before the feet of the angel which shewed me these things. Then saith he unto me, See thou do it not: for I am thy fellowservant, and of thy brethren the prophets, and of them which keep the sayings of this book: worship God.”

John’s impulse was to fall at the feet of the angel that had shown him all of these incredible revelations. The angel immediately reproved him and reminded him of a truth none of us should ever forget! The angel said, “Worship God.” When Jesus was tempted by Satan to worship him in Matthew 4:10, Jesus quoted the words of the First Commandment, “…Thou shalt worship the Lord thy God, and him only shalt thou serve.”

We all must forever remember there is one and only one God. Never worship anyone else! Never pray to anyone else!

The Time is at Hand

In Revelation 22:10, the angel speaking with John said unto him, “…Seal not the sayings of the prophecy of this book: for the time is at hand.”

Many people have questioned the statement “the time is at hand” since the Book of Revelation was written almost 2,000 years ago. Why did the angel say, “The time is at hand?” This statement is true because the Book of Revelation covers the entire 2,000 years from the time it was written until now. The seven churches to whom God sent messages in chapters 2 and 3 existed at the time Revelation was being written. In chapter 5, we are shown Heaven before Jesus came to the earth as a Lamb. Then we see the Lamb as it had been slain.

Afterward, we see the prophecy of the Four Horsemen representing the four spirits that would control the nations of the earth from Christ until His Second Coming. All of these things explain why the angel instructed John to not seal up the book because the time is at hand.

The Last-Minute Call

It appears Revelation 22:11-20 is specifically directed at the people who will be on earth at the time of the conclusion of the events of the Book of Revelation. Revelation 22:11-12 seems to speak to those who are living right before the time of the Rapture, “He that is unjust, let him be unjust still: and he which is filthy, let him be filthy still: and he that is righteous, let him be righteous still: and he that is holy, let him be holy still. And, behold, I come quickly; and my reward is with me, to give every man according as his work shall be.”

Think of that moment when the last sermon has been preached, the last altar invitation has been given, the last prayer has been prayed and every person’s eternal destination has been locked in! Those who are unjust will remain unjust and those who are filthy will face eternity in their filthy condition. Those who have lived lives of holiness and righteousness will meet God in their righteous condition. It’s sobering to think about this time but it is a time that will soon come! Jesus then repeats His warning, “Behold, I come quickly!”

In Revelation 22:14-15 it’s almost as though Jesus decides to give one more appeal, “Blessed are they that do his commandments, that they may have right to the tree of life, and may enter in through the gates into the city. For without are dogs, and sorcerers, and whoremongers, and murderers, and idolaters, and whosoever loveth and maketh a lie.”

Deuteronomy 30:19 repeats the call made to mankind throughout the Old and New Testaments, “…I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing: therefore choose life, that both thou and thy seed may live:”

I am the Root and the Offspring of David

Throughout the Book of Revelation, Jesus declares who He really is. From Revelation 1:8 when He declared, “I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty” to Revelation 1:18 where He said, “I am he that liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive for evermore…”

As He brings His Holy Scriptures to a close in Revelation 22:16, He declares, “…I am the root and the offspring of David, and the bright and morning star.”

How could He claim to be both the root and the offspring of David? Because as Almighty God who created all things, He is the root of David; and as the Son of God, He is the offspring of David!

Whosoever will, Come

Even as the Book of Revelation draws to a close, Jesus is still calling for His prized creation, the human race, to come to salvation. Revelation 22:17, “And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.”

This passage is telling the world God’s Spirit is calling everyone to salvation. The bride (the church) is also saying, “Come.” The most wonderful message of this scripture is “whosoever will” may come. It is not God’s will for anyone to be lost. Whosoever will means whosoever desires to come can be saved. If you want to be saved, you can be!

A Final Warning

God issues a solemn warning in Revelation 22:18-19, “For I testify unto every man that heareth the words of the prophecy of this book, If any man shall add unto these things, God shall add unto him the plagues that are written in this book: And if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the holy city, and from the things which are written in this book.”

It is apparent God did not want the prophecies of the Book of Revelation to be tampered with. He said if anyone added to the prophecies found in Revelation, He would add unto that person the plagues found in the book. He went on to say in verse 19, if anyone would take away the words of the Book of Revelation, God would take away his part out of the Book of Life.

We see a very important truth declared here in verse 19. God warned that a person’s name could be removed from the Book of Life. There are many people who teach once a person’s name is written in the Book of Life, it cannot be removed. However, this verse declares the opposite. This is not stating that anyone besides ourselves can remove our name from the Lamb’s Book of Life. However, it is stating that through our own actions, we could cause our names to be removed from the Lamb’s Book of Life even after they were once written there.

There’s another very important truth that should be learned from verses 18 and 19. Not only should we not add or take away from the Book of Revelation but we should also not alter any of the Scriptures. The Apostle Paul said in II Timothy 3:16, “All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness:”

Every one of us should have a deep reverence for the sacredness of God’s Word. We should never attempt to alter it to fit our lifestyle or to justify something we are doing wrong. Psalm 119:89 reveals, “For ever, O Lord, thy word is settled in heaven.”

John concludes this marvelous book in Revelation 22:20-21, “He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ is with you all. Amen.”

For the third time in this final chapter, we receive the warning from Jesus that He is coming quickly. Then John adds his own commentary, “Even so, come, Lord Jesus.” Finally, John signs off with his final salutation, “The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen.”

The Book of Revelation was written to be understood!

The Book of Revelation was written by the Apostle John 2,000 years ago. However, he died not understanding the meaning of what he had written. This happened because the Book of Revelation was not for his time. It was given for the present time in which you and I live just before the Second Coming of Jesus to the earth.

The title of the last book of the Bible is, Revelation – The Unveiling of Jesus Christ. The word “revelation” comes from the Greek word “Apocalypsis”, which means the “revealing” or the “unveiling”. The entire Book of Revelation is the dramatization of the Unveiling of Jesus Christ to the world at the time of His Second Coming.

Most of the Book of Revelation has been hidden in mystery for the last 2,000 years. Right now, just before the Rapture, we are understanding things that have never been understood before.

Revelation contains four different accounts of the Unveiling of Jesus to the world. Each of these accounts is preceded by an account of events that will lead up to the Second Coming. Each of these accounts supplies a different dramatic view of things that will happen before the Second Coming. It is as though God couldn’t just tell the story once. There will be so many exciting things involved in His Unveiling that He had to record the events from four different perspectives. Each of these four narratives concludes at the same event – the dramatic Second Coming of Jesus to the earth!

The theme of the entire Book of Revelation is found in Revelation 1:7, “Behold, He Cometh.” In Revelation – The Unveiling of Jesus Christ, Volume 2, you will view 11 animated videos portraying the events the Apostle John was shown on the Isle of Patmos. Accompanying these 11 videos is a 268-page hardback book that will assist you in your study of this book written 2,000 years ago for those of us who live in these end times.

Experience with the Apostle John the visions given for the end time. Their meaning will become amazingly clear to you through the animated videos of Revelation – The Unveiling of Jesus Christ. Believe it or not, you will be able to understand what God sent to us by John over 2,000 years ago.

Source Link: https://www.endtime.com/transcripts/messages-warnings-revelation-22/

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Messages And Warnings In Revelation 22

It is the last chapter in the Bible—Revelation 22. What are the messages, and warnings, God chose to conclude “His Book”— the most important book ever written, which has the very words to eternal life? We will analyse “Final Chapter” of God’s Word on this edition of End of the Age!

Revelation 21 reveals the New Jerusalem is the bride of Christ—the church. We also learn there are two Jerusalem's: the physical Jerusalem located in the land of Israel and the spiritual Jerusalem being constructed as God gives birth to His church.

Throughout that chapter, God is describing the New Jerusalem to John:

The One escorting John said, “I will show you the bride.” We come to the central purpose of Revelation 21:9-10, “And there came unto me one of the seven angels which had the seven vials full of the seven last plagues, and talked with me, saying, Come hither, I will shew thee the bride, the Lamb’s wife. And he carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, and shewed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God,”

When Jesus promised to show John the bride, the Lamb’s wife, He showed him the holy Jerusalem. In this scripture we have absolute proof the bride is the holy Jerusalem.

This brings us to Chapter 22.

BEHOLD I COME QUICKLY!

John continues to describe the New Jerusalem in Revelation 22:1, “And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.”

To the saved who will dwell in the New Jerusalem, they will be given open access to the Water of Life and the Tree of Life. The Tree of Life is described in Revelation 22:2, “In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.”

Notice the leaves of the Tree of Life were for the healing of the nations. This is simply reminding us again that there will be no sickness, no pain and no death in the New Jerusalem.

In Revelation 22, we will hear the admonition of God Himself as He issues His final words designed for those of us who live in the end time, the day of His return to the earth.

Jesus said He sent His angel to show His servants the things that must shortly come to pass. Our Lord wants His servants to know what the future holds.

Our new series, Revelation – The Unveiling of Jesus Christ Volume 1 and 2, was created to give understanding to all who desire to know the things that will soon come to pass.

In this sixth verse we are also told the identity of the one who has been talking to John throughout the vision. God said He “sent His angel” to show us the things that must come to pass.

“…For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.”

In chapters 8-11, the Seven Trumpets are given to us so we can understand the world-changing events that are happening all around us. Jesus told us in Matthew 24:6, “And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet.”

God exposes Satan’s masterplan, which is the establishment of his physical kingdom on the earth, in this chapter and it is of eternal consequence to participate in it.

Chapters 15-16 record the coming Wrath of God that will be poured out upon His enemies during the Battle of Armageddon.

After these chapters, God interrupts the flow of the Book of Revelation to interject the account of His judgment that will be poured out upon false Christianity.

In chapter 20, we see the binding of Satan for 1,000 years, the millennial reign of Jesus and His church and the Great White Throne of Judgement.

The Book of Revelation is finalized in Revelation 22:6-21. We are told many things in these last 16 verses.

Worship No One Else but God

We all must forever remember there is one and only one God. Never worship anyone else! Never pray to anyone else!

The Time is at Hand

In Revelation 22:10, the angel speaking with John said unto him, “…Seal not the sayings of the prophecy of this book: for the time is at hand.”

In chapter 5, we are shown Heaven before Jesus came to the earth as a Lamb. Then we see the Lamb as it had been slain.

Afterwards, we see the prophecy of the Four Horsemen representing the four spirits that would control the nations of the earth from Christ until His Second Coming. All of these things explain why the angel instructed John to not seal up the book because the time is at hand.

The Last-Minute Call

I am the Root and the Offspring of David

As He brings His Holy Scriptures to a close in Revelation 22:16, He declares, “…I am the root and the offspring of David, and the bright and morning star.”

How could He claim to be both the root and the offspring of David? Because as Almighty God who created all things, He is the root of David; and as the Son of God, He is the offspring of David!

Whosoever will, Come

A Final Warning

The Book of Revelation was written to be understood!

Most of the Book of Revelation has been hidden in mystery for the last 2,000 years. Right now, just before the Rapture, we are understanding things that have never been understood before.

Revelation contains four different accounts of the Unveiling of Jesus to the world. Each of these accounts is preceded by an account of events that will lead up to the Second Coming. Each of these accounts supply a different dramatic view of things that will happen before the Second Coming. It is as though God couldn’t just tell the story once. There will be so many exciting things involved in His Unveiling that He had to record the events from four different perspectives. Each of these four narratives conclude at the same event – the dramatic Second Coming of Jesus to the earth!

Read more : https://www.endtime.com/transcripts/messages-warnings-revelation-22/

#Endtime Ministries With Irvin Baxter

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cock warming pt.2

Small smut drabbles of you cock warming with Toshi, Hizashi, and Fatgum.

God, I honestly love writing smut for Fatgum and imagining him calling the reader ‘baby girl.’ I wish there was so much more of him saying that.

Warnings: it’s not explicitly stated, but you can definitely read these as a daddy dom type of relationship/situation

Yagi Toshinori

You pulled on his old shirt then left the bedroom. Toshi questioned from the couch, “Feel better after your shower?”

“Much. Can I lay down with you?”

“Here.” He rested against the back cushions, giving you room in front of him. His hand immediately slid under the shirt to feel your lotioned skin. It drifted up your stomach as kisses strewed over your jaw and neck. A fawning compliment noted your lack of underwear. Two fingers fondly rubbed along you, connecting his leisurely lust to yours. His seeking desire heated your neck, “Will you let me?”

“Please.”

The big T-shirt lifted and he gently edged in, matching his sighs with yours. His caressing hand stilled on your lower stomach. The flaccid warmth casually thickened. New depth registered, nuzzling heavily, lasciviously.

Your hips swayed backward. He tolerated a few before stopping you with a firm but loving command, “You need to stay still, sweetheart.”

You reached back for his side, weakly protesting, “You’re getting hard though.”

“I know.” He kissed your temple, speaking in a tender, teasing voice, “But you’re supposed to stay still. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then listen to me.” Lips tickled your neck. “Besides, you feel too perfect like this. I want to keep you here as long as possible.” Whispers worshipped your body. “You’re absolutely flawless.” Eyelashes powdered your skin, mirroring the myriad of kisses, “Sublime.”

You smiled and turned your head, accepting his lips. You muttered against them, “Your flattery can get a little cheesy sometimes.”

“I don’t care. It’s all true.” He kissed you deeply, sincerely. “And you deserve all of it.” He continued kissing your shoulder, commending you between each one. His hand remained on your lower stomach, assuring you wouldn’t move or sway. The heft inside fit snug. His care and compassion only made it thrive. He held you to him, leaving you with anticipation and titillation until he took his first thrust.

Yamada Hizashi

He was sitting in his comfy armchair, intently playing a handheld game. Ever since it came out, he’s hardly focused on anything else. It left you deprived of his body. You missed his cuddles. You missed his nuzzling and humming.

“Hizashi?”

“Yeah?” He spared you one glance.

“Can I sit on your lap?” His arms lifted, allowing you to crawl onto him. “Can I pull you out?”

“Go ahead.” He quickly pecked your forehead.

You undid his pants and, after a few pumps, slipped him in one full seat. He groaned into your ear as you kissed and nipped his neck. The ache that’s pestered you channeled to him. Weight inside started swelling, stretching, spurring you to ride. Your nails graced his skin. You sighed his name and humped against him.

That caught his attention. A hand shot to your thigh with a hard grasp- a practiced, paramount grasp that wasn’t going to let you have control. “Not yet, baby. Stay still.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.” A whine brought a smack to your ass. You gasped and jerked. It justified another, much louder smack. “I’ll finish this level then I’ll play with you. I promise. But you need to stay still until then.”

You agreed.

“Good girl,” he sighed, kissing your forehead, caressing and coddling your body. His praise, his smell, his touch melted your heart. Muscles wanted to clinch. Hips wanted to rock. The arousal eventually took the helm, jerking you.

“Enough.” A harsh spank sounded. “One more time and I won’t let you finish at all. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Are you telling me the truth?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I don’t like getting sharp with you, baby. You know that.” The game rang a deep tune. “It looks like this will take me a while so sit tight.”

You silenced your whine in his neck. You were left inundated by his command, his body. The suffering itched and ebbed, struggling in your legs, tickling your muscles, writhing, flushing, dribbling from you. But you needed to tolerate it as unfair as it was.

Toyomitsu Taishiro

Tai called your name from the living room. You went out and jumped onto the couch beside him. “Yeah?”

A well-known blush tinted his cheeks, matching the bulge in his pants. His thumb pulled down your bottom lip. “You haven’t sucked me in a while. Something going on, baby?”

“No,” you smiled. “Why? Do you miss me?”

“I miss your mouth.” He kissed you. The sound of his zipper pleased your ears. “Why don’t you kneel for me.”

You complied. When he pulled himself out, you scooted closer. The warmth of his half erection barely reached your fingers when he said, “No touching. Keep your hands in your lap and only use your mouth.”

Tai relaxed back to continue watching his show while you listened to his directions. Leaning forward, you opened and placed your lips around his head, suckling the drips of precum. Your tongue circled and fondled. His smell and taste immersed. Bitterness dribbled as he stiffened. The delicate skin, the fluttery veins, and the smutty savor flourished, sprouting saliva.

A little drivel trickled, wetting your chin. You popped him out. His sleeve wiped it away before you could. “Don’t worry about that.” You held his thigh, about to lick, but your hand was promptly removed. “And I said no touching.”

You drew him back in, struggling to swallow around the thickness. The familiar flavor pacified your breaths, building bliss. Fingers traced over your temple and head. A thrill heated your spine. It crept into your muscles, fostering, harboring a new need. You moaned.

“Shhh, baby girl. Just stay still.”

Another moan slipped out. He hummed, “You’re doing just fine, baby girl.” His voice sweetened, repeating, sinking the pet name into your center. He knew exactly what it stirred.

You tried discreetly pressing a hand to your shorts. It didn’t work. He scolded, “When I say no touching, it includes you too. Don’t make me tell you a fourth time.”

Gripping your thighs, you sat motionless. Saliva and arousal continued to cultivate. You didn’t whine or moan, worried he wouldn’t grant you the pleasure you wanted: pleasure he caused and was now denying you. You just had to sit and wait until he gave you relief.

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It Gets Better(A Silky Pearl)

Summary: It’s been a long time since things have gotten this bad. Loki, returned from his latest mission, lets you know that, with help and support, you can overcome the worst of things, and makes sure you know that he’ll be there with you to get you through it, each and every day.

Pairing: Loki/Female Reader

Warnings: Reader in this fic struggles with eating disorders. Thoughts and feelings related to these(specifically to anorexia and bulimia), are made throughout the fic, especially those that, in my personal experience, people with these disorders experience. I cannot stress enough that this will be discussed/referenced/talked about, sometimes explicitly(Though not graphically) and sometimes implicitly, so please be aware of that and know that it’s OK to take care of yourself and skip this one if that would be triggering to you!

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: I want to preface this by saying that there are a LOT of people, both here and on AO3, who have made some amazing Loki/reader oneshots where the reader is struggling with mental health and/or physical health issues, that really provide a sense of warmth and fluff and support to people who may be going through those things themselves, and I’ve taken a lot of comfort in those fics over the course of the pandemic(I’ll be shouting out a couple of them in the tags!). I want to acknowledge that these exist, and that they’re awesome and have partly inspired my own writing, before talking about this little project I’m embarking on.

Because, while I have gotten a lot of comfort out of many of those pieces of writing, there are definitely some things which I feel like aren’t talked about as much in pieces like these which I have gone through, and which a lot of other people have gone/are going through, and…. I figured that maybe I could take a crack at trying to provide that hit of fluff for people dealing with those things, if I can, and hopefully use my own experience with them to do it in as respecful and accurate a way as possible.

All that being said, the first oneshot in this little project is going to be dealing with a pretty heavy subject, that being eating disorders. The reader in this fic does struggle with eating disorders - specifically anorexia and bulimia. I will not be actively describing anything too graphic about these disorders in this fic, except to highlight through implication and some sparse details that this is what’s happening here, as well as show some of the inner thought processes of the reader, but there definitely is enough in here to show that that’s what’s going on, so if anyone would be triggered by that, please take care of yourselves and give this one a pass! Also, I will further disclaim that there are many types of eating disorders, and everyone’s experience with them is different. In this oneshot, I wrote based off what I know to have been true during the time in my life when I struggled with the same conditions, and I really tried to make the fluff and support as kind and encouraging as I possibly could. If for ANY REASON there’s something that I did badly at, or something that’s disrespectful, anyone reading this may feel more than free to let me know and I’ll do my best to fix it! I don’t want this fic to be a place where anyone feels hurt or disrespected, that isn’t my intention at all, and if I make a mistake in that regard for any reason whatsoever, I would really appreciate knowing so that I can correct it!

Anyways, after that extremely lengthy A/N, just… please know, if you’re going through something like this, that you’re not alone, that help does exist and is out there, and that you are seen and heard. And take this Loki fluff, because honestly, there can never be too much of that in the world!

You know that he worries about you. Even before his latest, three-week mission, you know that he worried about you. In the mornings, as you pour your coffee, you watch him watch you with careful nonchalance, gaze boring into the back of your head, slight furrow creasing his eyebrows, frown pulling small at his lips. He dresses early, because he wakes early; it is a battle, most mornings, for you to get out of bed. And so what, if you take your coffee with more creamer than is necessarily normal - it has to last you a long time, this coffee. You need the sugar of it, to get you to that clean pain. It is sharper, more real, than any scalpel, any knife that Loki keeps concealed by his armor; all that fine Asgardian leather, green and supple and him. It gives you back the control that you lack. Lets you be the person that you would be.

It’s not that you’re afraid of your body, but you are ashamed by it; cannot fathom, even now with his gaze on you, that Loki could love somebody so dreadfully overweight.

Today, though - Today, you had thought, you had hoped, that it might be different. You don’t know why you have that hope, but it brims up in you; a physical need, a visible yearning, for you to be enough for once. Someone that Loki can stand to look at. Someone that Loki can love. He is looking at you now like he’s seeing you for the first time, and you flinch from the frown that creases his piercing gaze, unable to bear how it roves up the planes of your body; silhoutted in the light coming in through the window, you can feel each ounce of fat that stretches over your sinew, cartilage. (You know that Loki hates your body - He traces it sometimes like he’s probing you, trying to find where your bones are. You wish that you could call him on it, and know that you never could).

You stand at the counter, and turn from him; rummage in the cabinet for your coffee mug with shaking fingers; you almost feel like they’re rubber. Blue and cold, like his Jotun skin, but you know that it isn’t enough. Pins and needles prick at them - you can almost convince yourself that it’s only your guilt and shame, but you cannot hide from the pain suffusing Loki’s voice when he speaks.

“Darling,” He says, on a shaky breath, “We need to talk about this.”

“I know -” You tell him - you know that you can’t run from this, anymore. He knows how you look, how nothing you do is fixing it. And now, he’s going to leave you. “I know, Loki - I tried, Loki, I’m so sorry -“

The agony that wells up in you threatens to overwhelm your ability to speak, and you feel your knees buckle the second before you fall. Your kneecaps slam against the cupboard underneath the sink, your head hitting the edge of the counter as you slide down hard to the floor. It hurts. But every part of your body hurts, these days. It’s as constant as your worthlessness. And something else, too -

He is there, on the floor with you, in less time than it takes place to blink, pulling you hard and desperate into his arms; you don’t understand why, and you try to wrench yourself from him, sobs bubbling up and spilling out from your tightly shut eyes. You can feel the bruises starting to form on you, a lump throbbing at your temple.

“Love,” He is saying, “Y/N, sweetheart, come back to me. Come back to me, darling, please.” He is stroking your hair; you feel his fingers at its strands, thin and brittle. God, you think, how pathetic you are - you can’t even keep yourself pretty for him, for this god and all the sacrifices that he’s made. You cry harder, unable to stop your own wailing. When you finally do, you’re exhausted - it takes everything out of you.

“Loki,” You say, on a wretched whine, “I’m so cold.”

“Hush,” He says, “You’re alright. You’ll be warm soon - We’ll sort it, darling, I promise.”

You don’t know how to tell him that it isn’t something you can sort, but somehow you know, deep in your heart, that Loki understands. Still, his voice is so sweet, and the shudders that wrack you begin to halt in the steady hold of his embrace; the tender brush of his fingers over your skin. You feel like you can look at him, now, so you do it, sucking your bottom lip into your teeth to steel yourself for the cruel things you’re certain he’ll start with. But Loki’s gaze isn’t angry at you, not full of fury or disgust. They sparkle with unshed tears and concern, emerald in the daylight. It takes you a moment too long to realize all that pain, all that worry, is for you; when you do, though, you flinch away. Feel Loki’s fingers drop from your hairline to your cheek, then your chin, tilting your head up so that you can’t run and hide.

“I’m losing you, love,” Loki says. His voice is low, and steeped in sorrow. It is his turn to look down, with guilt and shame, and you feel a pang blossom, raw and red, in your heart. He sighs, and straightens his shoulders. He is filled with some new resolution, some new determination you can’t wince away from.

“I need to know,” Loki tells you, “How long this has been going on. I need to - I need you to tell me why, love. I can’t bear to see you like this.”

“I can’t,” You say, blinking back a fresh torrent of tears, “Tell you why. It’s not - I can’t - I don’t know.”

But you know, and Loki does, too. It’s the god of lies, holding you - of course he can tell that you’re lying. It is something other, and runs deep, this bone-y reluctance. A complex game of mental gymnastics. How could you ever tell Loki about the control that it gives you, the desperation with which you used all your calorie-counting and aching restraint to regain the love that you lost? The nights bent over toilet bowls; the way that, sometimes, you empty stomach made you dig your nails hard into your palms ’til they bled, to stop yourself from crying out at the pain. And he loves you - the part of you that craves his affection, that yearns to burrow fast and fierce into Loki’s embrace and spill all your secrets to him, makes sure to remind you of that.

“Y/N,” Says Loki, soft and tender, yet infused with a note so harsh that you would wince, if you could. “You can tell me anything. You need to.”

You notice things, now, in the face of his determination. You notice that Loki is looking at you like he’s in physical pain, and that there’s something sticky and red on the pads of the fingers that brushed up against your head.

“I’m bleeding,” You say. It comes out soft, horrified.

The frown that creases Loki’s face would bring you to your knees, if you weren’t there already.

“It’s just - a thing that I do,” You tell him, too ashamed to look at his face as you reveal it. “You don’t have to worry about it.”

“That’s not enough for me, love.”

Loki’s lips are pursed tight, and the wound in his eyes has hardened to steel. The you part of your body - the fleeing part, the one who knows how to survive - seizes its’ chance and you duck out of his embrace, with far more strength than you had possessed in what felt like, potentially, years. Scrambles, backwards, like a cornered animal, over the tile floor, before heaving itself up to standing. It faces Loki, and its’ breath comes in stabbing-sharp. It is hard to remember that you have to call it ‘myself’. You feel older than you were, yesterday, and you cannot, quite, get air to come into your lungs. That’s not enough for me, you hear your lover say, ringing in your ears like a hyena’s howl.

You’re not enough for me, love. Your fingers spasm, clutching the sides of the kitchen table white-knuckled. You wonder, fleetingly, what Loki would do if you died. The thought makes you cry out in pain, a whimper ripping out from a throat rubbed fingernail-raw, but Loki does not move to stand.

“Come back to me,” He tells you, spiked with sorrow and need. And, perhaps for the first time, you admit it - to yourself, as much as to him.

“I don’t - I don’t think I know how.”

He smiles the smiole of someone who’s seen his own pain, faced his own lashing demons, and you pause to take him in fully, this god who says that he loves you, the man he is trying to be. You catch on hixs eyes, those bright emerald coins, his hair like the feathers of crows. His high, pale cheekbones, and his silver-tongue cut like glass. The pads of his fingertips, slender and cold, tender and fierce on your skin or the hilt of a dagger. You breathe in the smell of him, parchment and iron; peppermint tea and the smoke from a lorn, crimson fire. Wet leaves, after a rain. You feel your resolve start to waver.

“Well,” He says, all thoughtful, all trickster, “Sitting down, I believe, would be a good place to begin.”

The teasing lilt of his voice - an act that he is putting on, and all for you, always for you - cajoles you, coaxing you to lever your elbows and slide back down onto the floor, your weary legs feeling unimaginably grateful. Loki shoots you a new smile now, light and proud. He beckons you, with a cock of his head and a slim, fond gesture, to him - Of a sudden, the tiles beneath you seem like a desert, an ocean. You feel the weight of your emptiness. It laughs at you, its’ white teeth filed and barred. In your head, your failure is heavy; a hot and cackling creature with seven-foot claws pressing down on your chest, restricting your matchstick limbs. You are lost to the unyielding insistence of it, trapped in the maw of its cage, and Loki’s words, when they come, sound as far away as the shores of a country ancient and foreign.

“I was hardly gone,” He is saying, but you cannot answer him. “How could it have gotten this bad?”

It is that - that sadness, that fear in your lover - that breaks you, and you take the thing at a clumsy, terror-steeped sprint, not caring how wretched you look, so long as you can reach him - So long, you finally let yourself think, as there is something left of you for Loki to hold in his arms. Your body hurts worse than anything. You feel every scrape and bruise and chill on it; the pins and knives working at oxygen-starved nerves, and the gnawing clamp of your hunger, a brand pressing into your gut; and you know that Loki can’t save you. But maybe, just maybe, you can find some way to save yourself. And his fingers are there, going up to your hair, thumb rubbing at a hollow cheek and catching the salty dirge of an errant tear.

“It gets better, you know,” Loki tells you. He gets you onto his lap; you feel his heartbeat under your palms where you clutch tightly at his shirt to hold yourself up. A steady, thrumming proof that he is alive. And when he says it, you get the sense that, somehow, you’ve always know it, this whispered secret he’s weaving into your soul. “If you get proper help for it. If you want it to.”

He speaks casually, but there is a weight to his words. Miraculously - you’re not quite so sure how - you find yourself able to meet them.

“I want it to,” You tell him. “I didn’t, before - “ And here his eyes widen, and he shakes his head like you’ve shot him - “But I do. I want to -“

“Alright, love,” He tells you, running a soothing hand down over your side, past the hard planes of your collarbone, “Alright. It’s okay. You’re such a strong person- It’s going to be hard, for awhile, but I know that you can get through this. I’ll be right here with you, darling. Right here, by your side.”

“You will?” You ask him, voice cracking, hardly daring to hope that despite all this, he would stay. He chuckles, sadly, as if your thinking it hurts him, and he is deadly serious when he tells you,

“Y/N, of course I will.”

Somehow, though he’s the god of lies, you don’t doubt his words for an instant. You nod, and the nodding takes effort. Yet you are certain he understands what you mean.

“So,” Says Loki, “Can you - Tell me about this?”

You have to think, for a minute. Can you tell Loki about this? You know that he’s telling the truth, that he isn’t going to leave you. Still, you’ve never been this vulnerable with him before, not even in bed, and the fear in you won’t be put to rest so easily. You shake in his hold, and realize, with a frigid shock, how you must look to him - how badly you are hurting him, and how badly you’re hurting yourself, by keeping your feelings inside yourself and leaving your body to rot. You know, now, that Loki will help you through this - that he will be there, kind touches skirting the bad days; warm, mischevious smirks smoothing the wrinkles of your persistent self-doubts. There was a time when you needed to do this - there will, probably, still be days when you feel like you need to do this, to get a firm hold over your life, and keep the jackals at bay. There are other words to keep yourself safe, though. Loki’s breath in the dark is more home to you than anything you’ve ever had, and his open waiting, here in the daylight, makes you brave enough to speak.

“Maybe… Over lunch?” You offer. You bite your lip and hold out the query, a silky pearl in your hand. For one moment, Loki seems to consider; after all, he is the trickster, and a man not given to acting rashly, or stripping the drama from his complicated schemes. If this is a scheme, you think that you might forgive him - Later, when his lips are on your frame, when you’re there with him, again. His lips twitch into a grin so affectionate and proud that you know- you know - that if you seek proper care and really want to get better, you’ll get through the days that feel like walking on broken glass. You’ve done so much for me, that grin tells you. Let me do this for you.

He reaches out, and takes the pearl. You hardly recognize the man who rained hell down on New York, who snorts and jabs with sarcasm at every word that comes out of Iron Man’s mouth.

“Breakfast?” He counters, shooting a pointed glance at the microwave clock. It is a dare and a promise - a challenge, but never a trick. It tastes like honey on your tongue.

“Fine,” You say, “But you’ll have to cook.” Some kind of joy is creeping its way into you. Your voice, you find, barely trembles.

“Midgardians,” Lok says, with an eye-roll - a friendly, loving glint in his eyes that refuses to fade. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who burns water.” The joke prods your tender, new understanding, reassures you that he is still Loki; that he isn’t going to treat you differently, like a child, just because you’re suffering. The smile comes full onto you, and you wriggle, stretching your arms over your head and yawning, exaggerated for effect to add to the banter.

“I never said that I couldn’t cook,” You tell Loki, “Just wanted you to do it.”

“Mm,” He says, “And what will you be doing, then, while I cook?”

You chew at your lip, and choose to answer before your nerves make you panic.

“Finding the right words,” You admit, laying the truth bare to him.

His hands are wending through your hair now, and his lips are unberarably gentle on yours. He tastes like embers and ink. That sweet, slightly metalic tang that you’ve come to associate with his magic; cinnamon, tinged with steel. He kisses you for a second or two, before pulling away, but you could live in those seconds - Unfold it, like a blanket, and let the care of it warm your thin, freezing bones, if Loki weren’t here to show you that, with the right help, you can learn how to do it yourself.

“Finding the right words,” Loki muses, vaulting himself up to stand in a movement that’s unfairly graceful. “I’d much prefer yours, to be honest.”

He holds a hand out, and you take it, letting him pull you up. The floor, underneath you, feels solid. The sun is coming through the clouds, and out there in the wide world you can hear bird-song, the low, sugared sway of the breeze. There is something else there, too:

You let it wrap its tendrils around you, and you decide that it’s hope.

#loki/reader #loki/female reader #established relationship #eating disorders #mental health struggles #not me writing 3k plus words of loki helping the reader come to terms with the fact that they can recover from their eating disorders #because that's what I wanted to have when I was going through it #soft loki #i mean seriously #yeah there's angst #BUT #also just an unrepentant amount of loki fluff #he says it in the fic but i'll mention it here too:#if you're going through anything like this #know that you don't have to do it alone!#and that not only is it okay to get professional help #it's a good and positive thing that can be a very important part of recovery!#you have so much love and support in your life #because you're a beautiful amazing strong person and it's NOT YOUR FAULT that you're struggling with a mental illness #fics mentioned in the beginning as inspirations for writing this(and the next couple oneshots I have lined up) include:#The 'Loki's Lullabies' series by kaoerin on AO3 #and the 'As You Are' series by hopeless_romantic_spoonie/yespolkadot_kitty #also on AO3 #if any of you are on tumblr i'm so sorry i don't know your url's #but y'all should go show these fics love

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ouyangzizhensdad · 3 years

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i feel like wwx is kind of in a lose lose situation when it comes to jc. if he didn't go to the ancestral hall at all it's proof he doesn't and never cared about the jiangs, if he went to the hall but stopped before going inside it's because he thinks he's too good to show respect, if he went in without lwj he's still intruding if jc decides he doesn't want him there. it doesn't matter what he does bc the problem is jc's anger at him, literally anything wwx does is gonna set him off ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Hi anon,

I don’t think you’re necessary wrong but I find that the intent I read into this ask (I might be reading it wrong though) is sort of misplaced imo? It reads to me as if ultimately the point is to go: “thereby JC is a shitty character and is the root of all problems”. And to me that is a little bit missing out the point of characters like JC, in the same vein of the people who try to mount an argumentation for why JC’s reaction was totally valid and rational, actually, and WWX was so in the wrong.

Ultimately, is not that any of the characters might not have had a point in there, but it’s about using this moment not only as a vector of conflict for the plot to continue its momentum but also as means to explore the relationship dynamic between WWX and JC at this point of the narrative--something influenced both by their temperament, their life experiences and the baggage of they have. The fact that, by that point, WWX is in a “damned if you do, damned if you don��t” situation when it comes to JC is well established. Part of it is also, I think, that the novel hints at us that even JC doesn’t know what he actually wants from WWX: to die? to repent? to suffer? to stop acting like a ‘hero’? to disappear? to come back? to apologise? to fulfill his promise to be his right-hand man? All of the above? It sets up as well why the golden core reveal could have never come from WWX himself, in a sense--why WN is ultimately the one to tell JC the truth.

Such an intent would miss as well the nuance that, regardless of how his anger, tendency towards self-victimisation and lack of self-reflection led him to act that way toward WWX, JC is also caught in a cycle where he is hurting himself by constantly pushing away WWX. After all, the only reason he knew he was in the ancestral hall was because he followed him out in the first place--actively seeking his presence when WWX stole away during the meeting (not that I think it would have realistically lead them to have a nice heart-to-heart lmao). He’s ultimately hurt by this sense of distance between them (even if he’s played an important role in creating that distance), and it’s part of why seeing WWX and LWJ together, seeing WWX moving on with a new life while he remains both here and stuck in the past, made him angry even before they went into the Ancestral Hall--that was just the hair that broke the camel’s back of his anger. It’s even something we see explicitly addressed after the Guanyin Temple, when JL gets angry at him.

Jin Ling rubbed his eyes roughly, wiping his face before running back, “Where are they?”

Jiang Cheng, “Gone.”

Jin Ling exclaimed, “You let them go just like that?”

Jiang Cheng mocked, “Or else? Have them stay for dinner? Say thank you and sorry after the meal?”

Jin Ling began to simmer, pointing at him, “No wonder he wanted to go. It’s all because of that attitude of yours! Why are you so annoying, Jiujiu?!”

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng raised his hand with glaring eyes, scolding, “Is this how you talk to someone older than you? You asking to be beaten up?!”

Jin Ling shrunk back. Fairy tucked in its tail as well. Yet Jiang Cheng’s slap never landed at the back of his head. Instead, it was retracted powerlessly.

He spoke, irritated, “Shut up. Jin Ling. Shut up. We’re going back. Each to their own sect.”

So I just think we should be wary of trying to put characters into “bad” or “good” boxes, or even in the “right” or “wrong”--it’s much more interesting, imo, to consider the nuances of the moment and what it means inside the narrative, for the characters, for the themes. To consider whether the reaction comes out of nowhere or is well set up, if it pays off or doesn’t, if it ends up exploring or expressing something interesting or not. Personally I just find that MXTX is pretty good at writing anger with both nuance and affect, and that scene is an example of that.

#anon ask #jc #mdzs meta

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Too Good To Be True - Ch. 23 | kth(m)

Summary: Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

pairing: Taehyung x reader

genre: Idol! au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, friends to lovers, slow burn

rating: 18+

word count: 3.2k

warnings: cursing, lowkey sexting

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Chapter 23: Happening So Fast

Tae kissed your temple and time itself came to a screeching halt. It was such a small, simple gesture, one that could easily be written off as strictly platonic under most circumstances, but in the context of the greater situation - you in his arms, moments after he had called you his with utter sincerity - it felt like so much more. The whole moment was just so tender and intimate.

So undeniably romantic.

As he carried you across the sand, you felt goosebumps slowly spread across your body, but they had absolutely nothing to do with the cold.

The rest of the night was a blur. That’s how near-catatonic you were after what happened on the beach. There were really only a few things that you recall in much detail. You remember him taking off his favorite gray hoodie and putting it on you after he set you down on the road. You remember him holding your hand the entire drive home, his thumb gently rubbing yours in little circles, and how he pressed a kiss to the back of it before he finally let go so you could get out of the car. You remember reading and re-reading the adorable, yet hysterical string of texts you discovered after getting out of the shower.

[Taehyung 10:32 PM] Finally made it home. Tannie says hi! He also says he’s jealous that I got to spend the whole day with you and he didn’t.

[Taehyung 10:34 PM] I hope you’re snuggled in bed all warm and cozy right now. I’m sorry I let you get so cold out there on the windy beach. I should have given you my hoodie sooner.

[Taehyung 10:37 PM] Speaking of my hoodie, I spoke to him telepathically just now and he told me to tell you that he would like to live with you from now on.

[Taehyung 10:39 PM] He’s very needy, though, just so you know. He requires a lot of attention and affection and snuggles (he also requires low heat when drying).

[Taehyung 10:45 PM] Anyway, I just want to say again that I had a really fun time with you today. I know technically we were working, but it was still nice spending time together.

[Taehyung 10:50 PM Also, I’ve decided we should go back to that beach someday. I can bring Tannie (he’s never seen the ocean before) and my camera and you can show me how to make those epic sandcastles you bragged about on the way home.

[Taehyung 10:52 PM] But, OK. I realize I’m the world’s worst double texter and that you’re probably already asleep. I promise I’ll stop now.

[Taehyung 10:55 PM] Wait, I lied. I still have to say goodnight.

[Taehyung 10:56 PM] Goodnight Y/N 💜

But, most importantly, you remember the exact moment later on when you were lying in bed, still wearing his hoodie and just about to fall asleep, when a most profound and potentially life-altering realization finally hit you:

It was a date

He took you on a date.

Kim Taehyung took you on a date.

Kim. Taehyung. Took. You. On. A. Date.

He took you on a date so stealthily, so subtly, that you didn’t even know it was happening. Sure, it was unconventional, he technically asked you under the guise of work and never explicitly used the word date, but looking back now it was so obviously one all but in name.

That’s why he was so nervous about asking you to go.

That’s why he was looking forward to it so much.

That’s why he convinced Bang Si-Hyuk to let him drive himself.

That’s why he made sure to immediately shut down Nara’s advances.

That’s why he got so jealous when he thought you were flirting with Seo-joon.

That’s why he was so attentive and affectionate and flirty on the beach and in the car and basically the entire day.

HOLY FUCK IT WAS A DATE

Suddenly, despite the fact that it was after midnight, you were wide awake, an infinite number of questions running through your mind.

Was I supposed to know it was a date?

Do I now acknowledge that it was a date?

Does this mean he knows how I feel about him?

Does this mean he wants to be together?

Where do we go from here?

At first you felt blindsided, thinking this had come out of absolutely nowhere, but as you began looking back on the last month, slowly it all started to make sense. Things had been noticeably different between you two since that day with the Tatas when he called you his best friend. You had been so focused on those two words, though, that you hadn’t really stopped to consider the greater implications of his actual actions.

The truth was he had clearly stopped treating you like just a friend a while ago, even before that day in the studio. You had just been too afraid to admit it, too scared to let yourself believe it meant he might actually feel something more for you. Because, in all honesty, it just seemed too good to be true.

The fact that he never explicitly said anything about the now obvious change in your relationship did not surprise you. Things between you two had always gone somewhat unspoken, you’d slowly, almost hesitantly slotted yourselves into each other’s lives over the course of several years without much fanfare. Letting things unfold naturally the way they had kind of just made sense.

Not openly speaking about it also meant refusing to acknowledge the big, glaring flaw in your current state of semi-togetherness: that it absolutely wasn’t allowed. Obviously, you couldn’t avoid addressing this issue forever, but you wanted to put it off as long as possible. You knew the moment you did the spell would be broken and you’d have to face whatever harsh reality was surely awaiting you both.

However, right now none of that mattered. What mattered was Tae and the fact that he had made a big statement today, both with his words and his actions. The ball was now clearly in your court and you knew you needed to make the next move and show him that, whatever was happening between you two, you were all in.

~~~

It was the following Thursday night and you were sitting on the bed in a hotel room a few hours outside Seoul. You and the rest of the BTS team had arrived here, the location for the Dynamite music video shoot, that afternoon and would be here for the next three days filming. It had been a whirlwind of a week getting everything ready; there were so many last minute adjustments and modifications to the wardrobes, so much stuff to pack up and prepare for travel.

You and Tae had both been so busy that you’d hardly had time to see each other. He had still texted you every night, though, and even called on Tuesday, claiming he was too tired to text and also saying he also just missed the sound of your voice. In a way the busyness had been a good thing; it had given you time and space to really think things through, to make sure you were ready for what you were about to do.

You were currently giving yourself a pep talk in preparation for asking Tae out on a ‘date’. You were using the term date loosely here; after all, this was Kim Taehyung you were about to ask out and that unfortunately meant you couldn’t really go anywhere with him. You wrote and rewrote your message to him no less than fifty times. You didn’t want to come off as too forward or desperate, but you also wanted to make sure he understood what you were asking. The last thing you wanted was for the two of you to go on another date where one of you was completely unaware that it was, in fact, a date.

[9:04 PM] Sooo...I was wondering if you maybe wanted to watch a movie together tomorrow night? This hotel has some surprisingly good pay per view options. We could order room service too for dinner? I peeked at the menu. There are a handful of items that seem edible, though, most things do look rather spicy (sorry in advance to your sensitive taste buds). I’m up for anything, really. I just want to spend time together. It’s been a busy week and I miss you.

The moment you pressed send, you felt your heart stop: there was no turning back now.

Suddenly, a million doubts and worries began rushing through your mind. What if you’d gotten everything wrong? What if the photoshoot actually wasn’t a date and you just imagined the whole thing? What if he did only see you as his best friend and nothing more? What if the absolute last thing he wanted to do tomorrow night was hang out with you alone in a hotel room watching some random movie and eating crap room service?

Mortified by what you had just done, you flung your phone across the bed, buried your face in a pillow, and waited with bated breath. The fact that it took so long for him to respond only deepened your embarrassment. He must be wondering what the fuck was wrong with you and trying to figure out how to respond to your extremely awkward invitation. He was a nice guy, so he would probably let you down easy, maybe just make some sort of excuse about being busy, but surely his rejection was only moments away.

When he finally did respond it took you five solid minutes to summon the courage to look at what he wrote. Slowly, as if held down by a physical manifestation of the weight of your actions, you crawled across the bed to where your phone was laying. After unlocking it with a shaky swipe, you put your hands over your face and then hesitantly peered between two fingers at the screen.

[Taehyung 9:15 PM] You are a mind reader.

[Taehyung 9:17 PM] I was literally just thinking we should do something.

[Taehyung 9:18 PM] I miss you too. So much.

[Taehyung 9:18 PM] So yes, I would love to :)

PHEW.

You let out the breath you had been holding. Ok. Maybe you had overreacted a bit just now. He said yes, told you he’s been missing you, and even threw in a smiley face. These were all very good signs.

[Taehyung 9:20 PM] What time? And do you want to watch in my room or yours?

Following up to actually start working out the details of your proposed date - another good sign. Yes, OK. This is definitely good. Emboldened by his apparent enthusiasm, you decided to get a bit cheeky.

[9:22 PM] Let’s say 8:00 PM. As for the room, I’m going to have to say mine.

[9:24 PM] The last time I went to your hotel room I was held hostage...

[Taehyung 9:27 PM] I’m still so sorry about that.

[Taehyung 9:28 PM] But, I just want to state for the record that I absolutely got the short end of the stick that night. I got stuck on the old, lumpy couch while you got the fancy, comfy bed.

[9:30 PM] No one said you had to sleep on the couch.

[9:30 PM] That bed was certainly big enough for two.

[Taehyung 9:32 PM] Well, I have a tendency to subconsciously cuddle people while I sleep. I didn’t want to inconvenience you...

You blushed at him suggesting that, had you both slept in that bed, he would have ended up cuddling you. Tae was usually not this flirty, but then again neither were you. Also, the two of you had never maybe, kind of been together before. Curious to see just how far he might be willing to take things, you upped your game a little.

[9:35 PM] Who says I would have found your cuddles inconvenient?

[9:36 PM] I might have felt lonely all night without them.

You saw the three dots appear and then disappear several times before he responded.

[Taehyung 9:40 PM] Here I was thinking I was being a gentleman when actually I was being neglectful.

[Taehyung 9:42 PM] My sincerest apologies. I promise you’ll get all the cuddles you want next time.

Next time

Your entire body flushed at the insinuation that he planned on having you in his bed again at some point. He had never said anything that suggestive to you before, but clearly the two of you were in uncharted territory right now. If he was on board with flirting like this, you were definitely not going to stop now.

[9:45 PM] Will I get to wear Kim Taehyung’s infamous plaid Burberry pajamas again next time too?

[9:46 PM] They were so soft and comfy.

[Taehyung 9:48 PM] Most definitely.

[Taehyung 9:49 PM] They looked rather good on you.

[Taehyung 9:50 PM] The top was ridiculously big, but in an adorable sort of way.

And just like that you were blushing again. He had seemed so unfazed at the time by you wearing his clothes, but perhaps he had been affected by it after all.

[9:52 PM] You seem to like seeing me wear your clothes.

[Taehyung 9:54 PM] It may or may not be a sight I enjoy.

[9:56 PM] What would you say if I told you I was wearing your hoodie right now?

[Taehyung 9:57 PM] I would say that I wanted proof.

You knew at once what he was asking: he wanted a photo of you wearing it. Immediately, your mind began to race. This was dangerous, you were most definitely playing with fire right now, but god, did you love it. Sweet, affectionate Tae had you swooning last Saturday and feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, but sexy, seductive Tae had you feeling a whole different way right now.

You got up from the bed and stood in front of the floor length mirror. His hoodie was massive on you, so long that it grazed the top of your thighs and completely covered the shorts you had on. You should have hiked the bottom of it up to reveal that you were, in fact, wearing shorts, but you didn’t. You snapped the photo with the hoodie as is, leaving Tae to wonder what you might or might not have been wearing underneath.

[10:02 PM] Image Sent

He didn’t respond right away, and you immediately felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment that you’d sent something so risqué to him, but then came his reply which quieted every single thought in your head.

[Taehyung 10:10 PM] You wearing my pajamas was cute, but this...this is something else entirely.

[Taehyung 10:11 PM] I never thought you’d be such a tease.

[Taehyung 10:12 PM] But, I can’t say I don’t like it.

Well fuck

Tae had called you pretty several times before, and even once said you looked beautiful, but this was the first time he had ever hinted that he found you desirable. You honestly were at a loss for words on how to respond, but before you even had time to think, Tae was taking things to a whole new level.

[Taehyung 10:15 PM] However, you must know that two can play at this game.

[Taehyung 10:18 PM] Image Received

FUCK.

Kim Taehyung just sent you a shirtless selfie. He was laying down on the hotel bed, his phone held out in front of him and angled so as to show his gorgeous face, his deliciously muscular chest, and the pajama pants sitting low on his hips. The only thing he was wearing up top was his ring necklace, the jewel hanging tantalizingly between his pecs.

It was literally the definition of a thirst trap.

And fuck if you weren’t now absolutely parched.

You needed to play it cool, though. You didn’t want him to know how incredibly turned on you now were just from that picture alone.

[10:23 PM] A shirtless selfie. How typical of Kim Taehyung. You going to post it to Weverse later on? Get yourself a nice ego boost from ARMY going feral?

[Taehyung 10:25 PM] Absolutely not. This one is just for you.

[Taehyung 10:27 PM] Besides, you admitting it’s a feral-worthy photo is the only ego boost I need.

Shit, you walked right into that one. He was entirely too good at teasing you like this. Needing to regain the upper hand in whatever game you two seemed to be playing right now, you decided to throw caution to the wind and go in for the kill.

[10:30 PM] Alright Mr. World's Most Handsome Man, I’m going to ask you a question and I expect you to answer truthfully.

[Taehyung 10:31 PM] That title sounds so much better coming from you, but please ask away.

[10:33 PM] Are you curious about what I’m wearing underneath your hoodie?

[Taehyung 10:35 PM] Shit. I knew you knew exactly what you were doing when you sent that photo.

[10:37 PM] Answer the question TaeTae.

[Taehyung 10:38 PM] I might be.

[10:38 PM] I want a yes or no.

When he didn’t immediately reply, you goaded him further.

[10:39 PM] You were so cocky a minute ago.

[10:40 PM] Don’t be shy now.

[Taehyung 10:41 PM] Fuck. Yes. I am very curious.

[Taehyung 10:42 PM] There, I was a good boy and answered your question.

[Taehyung 10:43 PM] Do I get to know now?

[10:44 PM] Nope. It’s a secret.

[Taehyung 10:45 PM] You little minx.

[10:46 PM] 🎤 🎤 🎤

[10:48 PM] I think perhaps that’s enough teasing for one night.

You meant that for yourself as much as for him. Although you were definitely the one who started everything, you honestly hadn’t meant for it to go as far as it did. You still weren’t even sure what exactly was going on between the two of you right now, but whatever it was, it was all happening so fast. A week ago you were still convinced you two would only ever be friends and now here you were lowkey sexting. It was extremely hot, and you thoroughly enjoyed it, but it made one thing very clear: tomorrow night you two needed to have a legitimate conversation about your relationship.

[Taehyung 10:50 PM] Yes, I think you’ve tortured me enough.

[Taehyung 10:55 PM] But OK so I’ve been scrolling through the movie options and there are a bunch that look good. What are your thoughts on Frozen? I’ve seen it an embarrassing number of times, and know pretty much every word, but it’s my #1 contender right now.

And just like that, as if he hadn’t spent the last hour saying incredibly scandalous things to you and sending you half-naked photos of himself, he was back to being absolutely adorable.

Oh the duality of Kim Taehyung

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Gale Extensive analysis

Disclaimer Game Version: All these analyses were written up to the game version v4.1.104.3536 (Early access). . As long as new content is added, and as long as I have free time for that, I will try to keep updating this information. Written in May 2021.

The majority of sources used for this article are in the game itself (this includes my Gale-solo playthroughs as well as a combination of the videos by munmomuu and selphie1999), and the dev’s notes provided by pjenn. Gale as origin is not taken into account since it’s not finished and has little Gale-related content. There will be little datamining content as well since pjenn said the game contained almost no gale-related notes (only in theWeave and in the Revelation scene).

The itemised list will show some instances of approval or disapproval as they are seen in the game. To make the reading of this article easier and shorter, you can skip them since they are basically the proof I use to sustain the introductory concept of each block.

We can infer a lot of Gale by analysing what he approves and disapproves of. Sometimes, we can even lightly infer some information from his neutral reactions, but let’s be honest: this way of analysing a char is pretty poor since it leaves everything to speculation. Neutral reactions can only be analysed by contrasting the same situation in other contexts, and seeing what other options Gale approves or disapproves of. With these considerations in mind, we can proceed to describe this character.

Disclaimer: this is a meta with my personal interpretation of the character, sticking as much as possible to the facts and leaving little to “desires” or “projections” of what I want him to be. If I do so, I will state it explicitly in the text for the sake of analysis honesty. I want to be clear about what is canon (facts shown in bg3 EA), from what’s personal interpretation with little proof.

Also, this list is extensive, gathering as much as I could in my many playthroughs, but I’m sure it’s not absolutely complete. Some details may have escaped me, but honestly, I believe that any new approval will be easily fit in these blocks once the pattern has been seen.

Understanding Gale by enumerating his reactions and approvals

What we can do is combine what we know and make our deductions.

---Gale

[[1]] The most notorious aspect we see about his approval is that Gale supports all actions that prevent, via persuasion, intimidation, or deception, the unnecessary violence and bloodshed. His attitude can be summarized as “the means (as long as they don’t kill gratuitously) hardly matter if the end is worthy”. He will always prefer diplomatic and persuasive approaches, but he can be flexible when his main objective is to avoid unnecessary bloodshed.

He approves of using intimidation, deception, or persuasion against Gimblebock, in the ruins of the Jergal Temple.

He approves of intimidation or deception against the tieflings that have Lae’zel in a cage.

Gale approves of diffusing the tension between Zevlor and Aradin, using intimidation or persuasion. He keeps neutral if Tav uses violence to knock out one of the two. Once more, this shows he prefers any verbal approach before heading into physical violence.

He approves of dealing with Nettie without bloodshed after she poisoned Tav. Gale even has an extra comment on the matter praising such an approach since he says he would have not been able to do it himself. This is also the first time we see a glimpse of his support for the philosophy of “giving people their own medicine”. However, it's a comment made in the heat of the moment. He ends up praising a peaceful resolution of the situation.

He approves of saving Lae’Zel’s life when she attacks Tav in the camp. This can be done via deception, persuasion or knowledge [medicine] as long as it spares Lae’Zel’s life when she is feeling the first symptoms of the transformation.

He approves of any means that allow a peaceful entrance to the Blighted Village.

Gale approves of using persuasion/intimidation/deception against the goblins to avoid combat with all of them and to save the deep gnome tied to the windmill.

Gale approves of paying for Oskar’s freedom or using persuasion/intimidation, and then setting him free.

He approves of intimidating Spike (the goblin who is torturing Liam) to cooperate with you.

Gale approves of persuasion/intimidation options to pretend to be a True Soul in front of Dror Ragzlin, avoiding combat with him and all his goblin lackeys.

Gale approves of the persuasive approach with the githyanki patrol, promising to help them to find this weapon they are looking for. It’s clear that any other approach will end up in a fight and therefore, bloodshed.

He also approves if you tell Lae’Zel to deal with her brethren while “playing along”. Again, the goal is to avoid fighting/bloodshed.

He approves of intimidating Karlach, saying that “I heard you are dangerous, so I am”. Since Karlach is aiming at the group, he approves of diffusing the imminent violence.

In similar fashion, Gale approves of intimidating Rugan, once he presents himself as Zhentarim, to give you the chest. This can be interpreted as a way to prevent further violence from a Zhentarim. Since there is no approval when you use persuasion to have the chest, one is more inclined to think this approval is about danger-control than curiosity. Or it’s just a bug.

[[2]] As it was said before, we can assume that diplomatic approaches are the best ones in his opinion. They not only have a positive effect in the short term but also are means that may guarantee useful resources for the future:

Gale approves of ensuring an encounter with Lorroakan in Baldur’s Gate via Rolan, establishing diplomatic relationships with what could potentially be a powerful useful ally.

Gale approves of promising to rescue the Duke Ravengard in the Moonrise, one of the most important figures in Baldur’s Gate.

Gale approves of managing a peaceful entrance to the Myconid colony. He highlights in a comment afterwards how useful it could be to have the Myconid as allies.

[[3]] Gale certainly is a great protector of life. Gale is against killing people just for fun, whether they are innocent or not. He will defend and respect the life of innocents without question, but he even will defend the life of dubious characters.

Gale approves of helping the tieflings to get rid of Lae’Zel because “she is dangerous to innocent people ''. We can see here that like any human, he has his own (reasonable) biases about Githyanki, considering them dangerous. Only after meeting Lae’Zel he recognises a good ally with the possibility of access to a cure to their tadpole problem.

He approves of convincing Rolan to stay in the Grove and defend it. This can be interpreted as gathering resources to reduce the bloodshed and therefore, the loss of life when facing the goblin attack. After all, Gale believes that “a wizard is a mighty weapon to have in your arsenal”

He approves of stepping in front of Arka whose crossbow is aimed at the caged goblin Sazza. Due to the anecdote he shares after, we know explicitly that his approval is due to the prevention of murder.

In his anecdote on the Yawning Portal, we know he prevented murder of three humanoids: a dragonborn, a drow, and a cleric of Cyric. The last two are highly morally dubious due to lore reasons, reinforcing this concept that Gale protects life whether they are innocent or not.

He approves of inviting Wyll to their camp and team. He is a fighter and a good resource to add in order to protect the team’s life.

He also approves of helping Zevlor when he comments about the Blade of Frontier’s plan of killing the goblin leaders.

He approves of helping the tiefling called Guex to improve his technique with the sword. More chances for him not to lose his own life.

Approves of helping Auntie Ethel when she's confronted by Mayrina’s brothers when Tav’s perception check fails. This is because neither Tav nor Gale perceived her as a Hag until the brothers called her such.

Gale approves saving Mayrina from the hag’s clutches. If Tav deals with the Hag, accepting her power and saving Mayrina, Gale will remain neutral (he is displeased with sparing the hag, but it’s nullified with the fact that Tav ended up rescuing Mayrina.) He will disapprove of giving Mayrina to the hag and accepting her powers instead. He is always approving of saving Mayrina’s life and killing the Hag, saving more potential innocents in the future. He explicitly says that hags should be extinct due to their malice.

He approves of avoiding a fight by convincing the man to let the party pass into the Zhentarim hideout.

He approves of saving Rugan’s life in the hideout. This reinforces again the concept that Gale values life including the morally dubious ones’.

Gale approves of saving Benryn’s life, the man screaming during the fire in the inn at Waukeen’s Rest.

Gale approves of accepting to rescue the Duke Ravengard, and probably saving his life.

Gale approves of saving the deep gnome in the windmill without asking compensation, just for the sake of saving his life.

Gale approves of attacking the goblins that are throwing stones to the caged bear. (He does it whether he knows that bear is Halsin or not)

Gale approves when Tav shields their memory and denies the access of the location of the grove to Minthara.

Gale approves of killing Minthara, the greatest danger for the tieflings and all lives in the Grove.

Gale approves of killing the Duergar slavers Gekh Coal and his company.

He approves of killing the dying hyena which is giving birth to a gnoll. This is a way to protect innocent lives in the long term.

He approves of using the tadpole against Flind, commanding her to devour the other gnolls. Gale approves again if Tav orders her to kill herself.

He approves of helping Baelen from escaping the trap of poisonous inflammable flowers he is surrounded in the Underdark.

[[4]] He dislikes greed and likes offering help without asking for a reward, just for the sake of helping.

Gale approves of helping Zevlor with the refugee situation.

Gale approves of incorporating Wyll in the group and of helping to get rid of the problems of the grove.

Gale approves helping Alfira in composing her song.

Gale approves of saving the tiefling kid Mirkon from the harpies.

Gale encourages Tav and approves of meddling into Mayrina's troubles when they see her being mistreated by the Hag.

He disapproves of asking for compensation after saving the deep gnome at the windmill. Gale approves of saving him and telling him “you owe me nothing”.

[[5 ]] He has a consistent approval of treating kids in a compassionate and forgiving way. There is a line he says after Arabella’s scene that sums up his position with kids (and adults too): “She was not innocent, but that doesn’t mean she is guilty.”

Gale disapproves of not interfering in Meli’s situation, the tiefling child who stole Barth’s medallion. Using intimidation against Barth at this moment doesn’t give approval penalties. Not doing anything does.

When Tav’s perception prevents them from being pickpocketed by one of Mattis' associates, the child immediately starts crying. Gale Approves of telling this child “Relax. I won’t get angry. You didn’t manage to steal anything from me”.

He approves of telling Arabella's parents that the druids overreacted. This approval is explicitly explained later by gale: one should be more kind and forgiving with the transgressions of youth. Here there is a bit of self-projection of Gale on the situation.

He approves of saving Arabella with active persuasion/intimidation. He disapproves of not doing anything during the tense situation with Teela.

He approves of choosing the option “Only a monster would threaten/kill a child” when speaking with Kagha the first time.

Gale approves of helping Mirkon. He disapproves of scaring him.

Gale approves of telling “I’m sorry for your loss” to a goblin kid whose parents were killed by the adventurer they are kicking.

[[6]] He is an animal lover in general, so treating animals in a good way will always earn his approval.

We know he has a cat. When he was a child, he used to have a Tressym (winged cat).

He approves of convincing Scratch of joining the camp via speak with animals.

Gale approves of petting Scratch.

Gale approves of leaving the cave of the Owlbear mother and her cub without combat. Or he approves if Tav can speak with animals and convinces her not to kill them.

After killing the owlbear mother, Gale approves of sparing the owlbear cub’s life.

Gale approves of convincing the goblin Krolla to hand over the Owlbear cub. Paying for it will not earn his approval.

Gale approves of feeding the owlbear cub at the camp. However, Gale will state that it's a dangerous pet. Gale approves of feeding the owl afterwards, offering a funny phrase that may be more meaningful for his character: “The hand that feeds is the hand that’s loved, now he wont leave your side”. I personally found it funny since he is the char that Tav is feeding with artefacts.

Gale approves of petting the owlbear.

Gale approves of attempting to heal the Owlbear cub in camp.

He disapproves of shooing the Owlbear cub.

Gale approves of freeing the spiders in the goblin camp. This can be interpreted as well as a tactical advantage for the battle.

Gale disapproves of suggesting to the goblins to use sharp stones at the caged bear so they can inflict more damage. He also disapproves again if Tav joins them in throwing stones.

He approves of helping the bear to attack the goblins. (This happens whether Gale knows that the bear is Halsin or not)

Gale approves of leaving flowers at the grave of the dog Myrna in the Underdark.

[[7]] Therefore it is only natural to see that he disaproves of animal cruelty

He disapproves of kicking and killing the squirrel Timber when entering the Grove.

He disapproves of prodding to death the bird that Nettie was healing

He disapproves of killing the owlbear cub once the mother was killed.

Gale disapproves of suggesting the goblin kids to use sharp stones to hurt the caged bear.

He disapproves of Tav throwing stones at the bear.

Gale disapproves of attacking the owlbear cub once it went to the camp.

[[8]] Since life is valuable for him in general, he will always disapprove of gratuitous killing, murder, and bloodshed. In short, he disapproves of unnecessary death.

Gale disapproves of asking the fishermen to hand over their values. This situation ends up in bloodshed.

He disapproves of joining Lae'Zel against the Tieflings that had her caged.

Gale disapproves of not helping Zevlor, knowing the tieflings will be massacred by the goblins.

He disapproves of telling Rolan to leave the grove before the arrival of the goblins. Without this wizard the tieflings have more chances of failing at the resistance.

He disapproves of helping the goblin Sazza to escape. This will guarantee that Minthara knows the location of the Grove.

He disapproves of telling Zevlor that Tav won’t help the Blade of Frontiers against the imminent massacre of the tieflings.

He disapproves of not doing anything to help Arabella

He disapproves of Tav ignoring his need for artefacts because “there is more at stake than his own meager life alone”. He disapproves of this decision that puts many innocents in danger, but he keeps appealing to Tav’s good side, encouraging them to do the “right thing”.

He also disapproves of killing Crusher when he is begging for his life after the “pungent poetic justice” of kissing Tav’s feet.

Gale disapproves of killing Rugan in the Zhentarim hideout when Zarys orders to.

Gale disapproves of killing Ellyka, the tiefling who was watching the githyanki patrol from a distance.

He disapproves of opening the gate for the goblin raiders.

Gale disapproves of joining the goblins in massacring the tieflings. During the party he will attempt to leave the group. Only a high persuasion or insight roll will keep him in the group. It requires a DC 15.

Gale disapproves of helping Glut to destroy Spaw, the peaceful leader of the current Myconid colony. Doing this will end up in the massacre of the Myconid.

He disapproves of abandoning Baelan surrounded by poisonous inflammable flowers in the Underdark.

[[9]] He doesn’t like gratuitous humiliation or torture of any kind, whether psychological or physical. Once more, it’s shown that he disapproves gestures of cruelty and unprovoked violence.

Gale disapproves of telling Elegis (tiefling on the gates of the grove) that she is pathetic for fearing the goblins.

He disapproves of pocketing the ring when Mattis (tiefling kid) asks you to choose heads or tails.

He disapproves of using intimidation against Pardima, threatening her to break her neck (she is the tiefling who is paralysed inside the small building).

He disapproves of smashing Alfira’s lute

He disapproves of telling Kagha that Arabella’s death was “quite a show”. This is related to Astarion’s concept of “fun” that Gale will bring into conversation subtly in an option during Mayrina’s quest.

Gale disapproves of psychologically torturing Lorin (wood elf trapped in Ethel’s house).

When Tav kills Connor, Gale will lament about the tragedy of the couple. He is sad for the story of lovers being over due to the whim of a hag.

Gale disapproves if after reviving Connor, Tav decides to keep him as a combat pet.

In the post before the Goblin camp, Gale disapproves of Tav smearing dung on their face. Gale has a sense of confidence and pride that he prefers to see in Tav as well. He is neutral if Tav throws dung against the goblin guards. On one side he probably approves of Tav’s pride transpired in that rebel action, but on the other hand, he doesn’t approve of provoking the goblins, since in the beginning of the scene he warned Tav that they come by the dozen, implying that they likely will be outnumbered.

He disapproves of obeying Crusher and kissing his foot, or licking it as a prank.

Gale disproves of volunteering to torture Liam inside the defiled temple of Selune.

Gale disapproves of siding with the Goblins in general. Once done, in the party, he disapproves of telling him to stop whining after the massacre when he is sharing his regret of having participated in it. He answers "You really are heartless".

(Datamining) In the Duergar encampment, Gale disapproves of killing the slave gnomes under the command of the True Soul Nere.

[[10]] Despite showing some signs that he may support some bias commonly spread in Faerun, he keeps open minded and quite self-critical about his own slips on different races.

During the meeting he uses the Rashemi group as a synonym for lack of intelligence. I personally see this as a foreshadowing detail of future frictions with Minsc.

He approves killing Lae’Zel in the cage if Tav supports the fact that she is dangerous to innocent people. This situation may suggest that Gale considers most Githyanki as dangerous (acceptable conception lore wise)

When talking with Aaron (the halfling merchant of the grove), Gale disapproves of saying that the tieflings can deal with their problems because they have devil powers.

Despite goblinoid races being despised by most people in Faerun, Gale recognises their powers, culture, magic, and ability to bond and love.

He is a human of Waterdeep, his human-centric vision slips in his line (with a non-human Tav): “Now more than ever, it's important to recall what makes us human. Well- you know what I mean.” He immediately noticed it and acknowledged it.

[[11]]He is against slavery:

Gale disapproves if Tav pays Oskar’s freedom to get him as a slave. He approves of leaving him free by any means: paying for him, intimidation, or persuasion.

Gale disapproves of helping Gekh Coal (Duergar) to find the slave gnome who stole the boots in the Underdark.

Gale disapproves of handing over Astarion to Gandrel. This action can be interpreted as a way to not support slavery (because the story of Cazador), even though a better interpretation is related to Gale’s abandonment issues (see bellow).

(Datamining) In the Duergar encampment, Gale approves of helping Beldron in using the explosives to get free of the Duergar slavers.

[[12]] There are several elements related to acceptance, forgiveness, compassion, kindness and acknowledging of mistakes deeply entangled in his character. Gale wants these values for himself as well as for others. Examples of this can be seen in the following approvals:

[[12a]] Acceptance: of his persona, which means respecting his privacy, boundaries, and needs

[Privacy/Boundaries] He disapproves of every use of the tadpole on him. He has been more than clear from the first moment about his privacy and secrets, promising that he will eventually share, given the circumstances (he clearly leaves open the possibility of trusting in Tav and never denies having secrets). This behaviour of him is also understood later not as a whim but as part of his abandonment issues: he explicitly says several times that “some truths are more difficult to share than others”. We need to remember that his secret is directly entangled with Mystra, her abandonment, and the mistake of the orb. See the post about "Gale Hypotheses- Part 1", section: "Abandonment Issues" for further interpretation.

[Privacy/Boundaries] During the scene of the stew, he disapproves of using the tadpole again. He attempts to leave the group for the breach of trust. A persuasive or insightful comment will keep him in the group, excusing the natural mistrust in Tav (Gale will always respond better to reasoning and negotiations than anything else). Once more, Gale forgives Tav’s intrusion.

[Privacy/Boundaries] During the death protocol, he approves of telling him that he can keep his secrets until he is ready to share them, despite the many questions that the whole event arose.

[Privacy/Boundaries] During the scene of Loss, he approves of letting the topic of the loss rest. However, at this point, even if Tav keeps pushing, Gale will approve and will share a bit more about his folly with Mystra.

[Needs] He approves of Tav with each artefact he receives. This can be understood as an action of caring for Gale and his life as well as for preventing the death of innocents.

[Acceptance] Accepting to share the experience of the Weave with him is key in his relationships with Tav. Magic equals Weave, and Magic is his life, so he is sharing in that moment a strongly meaningful part of him with Tav. Acceptance of the event is a direct acceptance of Gale as a person for a future deep friendship or romance.

[Acceptance] If Tav is a Wizard or a Cleric of Mystra, Gale approves the praise options: "I quite agree. There is no greater deity than Mystra" and “Praise be that Mystryl was reborn as Mystra.” Despite the abandonment, Gale still remains a great devotee of her, and accepting her is an indirect way to accept a big part of his own life.

[Acceptance] He approves even more if this acceptance has romantic connotations (this means, options of kiss/holding hands in the Weave or “more than friends” during Loss).

[Acceptance] When Tav resurrects Gale, he doesn’t approve the resurrection per se, but the “welcome back” comment, implying that he values the action a bit more when Tav is glad for his own persona to be back.

[Forgiveness] He will approve acceptance of his own persona and forgiveness of his secrecy after the party.

[[12b]] Forgiveness for others: He approves of forgiving kids [5] or all those adults who show honest regret by their past mistakes. This can be understood as a projection.

When Tav first meets Gale, he states he is a reserved person. He disapproves of the use of the tadpole even though he understands the drive of curiosity. He forgives Tav who acknowledged their mistake.

Gale approves of telling Arabella’s parents that the Druids overreacted, that Arabella “is just a child”. Once Arabella is saved, Gale will explicitly emphasise later about forgiving the transgressions of youth.

After finding evidence that Kagha is working with Shadow Druids, Gale approves of exposing her while making her see her own mistakes. A path to redemption is granted with this action, and this resounds deeply in Gale.

Gale himself wishes Mystra’s forgiveness for the mistake done in his youth. Despite wishing for it, he is quite resigned to never receiving it.

If Tav uses the parasite powers a third time despite having agreed with the rest of the group not to, Gale will approve a sincere apology, as long as Tav acknowledges the mistake. He will answer that he knows about weaknesses and will recommend to stay stronger from that moment on. He forgives and passes no judgement, understanding Tav’s mistakes due to his own experience (to be fair: all companions with the exception of Astarion forgive this slip into the powers of the tadpole).

Taking Silvanus' idol may potentially end up in killing the druids. If this is the case, Gale will be affected by this tragedy since it was a lot of unnecessary death he doesn't like [1,3,8], and shares the burden that those deaths caused him since he suggested taking the idol as last resort, expecting to save more lives due to his bomb-condition. We see that he wants to survive and protect others from the orb, but not “at whatever cost”. He reflects with a heavy heart “at what cost” a greater evil was prevented. He speaks about “what’s wrong is wrong”, implying with all this scene that forgiveness, in this case, may be not possible.

He approves of being forgiven/supported in his friendship/romance despite the mistake of holding the information of the orb and Mystra. At this point it is strange that Tav has not realised all of this alone, unless the player had a bug that prevented them from seeing Gale’s scenes. (Gale’s scenes suffer the lowest priority in the triggering list).

When Gale explicitly apologies in the morning after, he approves of telling him “It's fine. In the end I'm glad you told me.” The other options have no approval penalties. Once more it’s seen that a compassionate, forgiving attitude increases his approval. This can be seen as a direct result of his traumatic and constant present fear for abandonment (Check the post of "Gale Hypotheses- Part 1", section: "Abandonment Issues").

[[12c]] Compassion and kindness: He approves of most actions based on compassion and kindness (on him or others) and disapproves quick judgement on others when the whole story related to them is not completely known.

Gale disapproves of telling Arabella's parents that the situation is their fault. This can be interpreted as a quick judgement when they still did not listen to the other side.

After saving Arabella, Gale has a special comment related to the “transgressions of the youth”, about mistakes, and about innocence and guilt.

In Waukeen’s rest, Gale is neutral about keeping the dowry as a payment, but he approves of giving it to Benryn (the man rescued from the fire who found his wife dead). This could be considered a gesture of compassion.

He approves of most compassionate options when he is speaking of Mystra during the scene of Loss. It doesn’t matter if Tav doesn’t understand the whole situation; he always appreciates receiving support.

Instead, he disapproves if Tav considers arrogance as the cause for his pain and loss (later we will know his folly was not because of arrogance but because of young love/devotion). He doesn’t approve judgement in this instance (since the whole story has not been said yet) but he will not disapprove Tav’s judgements later during the scene of the Revelation, where he receives the most aggressive words without approval penalties.

Curiously, during the goblin party, he explicitly says that these two aspects of his persona (compassion and kindness) are affected by the shadow within (the orb) and the shadow without (the revealed Evil-Tav).

[[13]] Gale is a man of the City who indulges in the fine pleasures that urban life and some degree of privilege can offer. This is quite reasonable in terms of lore, since he is from Waterdeep, where humans hold the political and social power, plus his wizard profession. Wizards tend to come (even though it’s not exclusive) from high income families or from nobility since wizardry studies are quite expensive:

He comments about the hardness of the wilderness.

He missed the civilisation: soft beds, home cooked meals, minstrels, and scented baths.

Gale approves of giving Oskar (the slave painter in the Zhentarim hideout) 200 gold to fight the “discomforts of the road”. He is the only companion who approves this action.

Gale disapproves of participating in the pain ritual with Abdirak. I personally prefer to interpret it in relation to his dislike for evil entities, but it can be also interpreted as a statement: pain “is not his cup of tea”.

In the same way, during the Weave, he disapproves of the image of being kicked in the gut.I know this should be common sense: if someone kicks you, you disapprove. The detail I see here is that, judging by his reaction, it seems to hurt him more than the image of the severed head. Maybe he has an extra sensibility to pain as the result of living with the orb stuck in his chest. The orb seems to be an ever present fear/pain (one can assume pain due to the extreme facial gesticulation in Gale when the process of absorption happens)

[[14]] He may disapprove of worshipping dubious or evil gods. This seems coherent since Mystra is a neutral good entity.

Gale disapproves of participating in the pain ritual with Abdirak. He explicitly says that pain is not “his cup of tea”, but it’s possible to interpret this scene as a disapproval to worshiping evil gods. Loviatar is one whose followers offer pain to celebrate her. In all options of this dialogue Abdirak explicitly says this is a ritual to offer pain to Loviatar, so it can be understood as a form of worshipping her in the moment.

Gale disapproves if Tav accepts to be a Chosen of Booal.

He approves of Tav claiming that they don’t need of Booal’s powers, “I'll just kill you and claim it for myself”

When Shadowheart confesses being a worshipper of Shar, Gale will share a comment that displays his discomfort.

Gale approves of purging the evil in the dying hyena when a good-aligned Cleric blesses them.

[[15]] Gale is a scholar, and therefore, quite an open-minded char, who advocates for unconventional ways to solve problems:

He approves of considering the Creche solution for their tadpole’s problem, incorporating a githyanki to their group.

Gale approves of considering Gut the Priestess as another option.

Despite his years studying The Arts, he is not judgemental or dismissive to Warlock/Cleric/Paladin Tavs who acquired the ability to cast magic thanks to the gift granted by superior entities.

Gale approves of saying “Then fix it, or die at my hand” to Raphael, quite an aggressive option for his usual style.

Gale suggests outsmarting Raphael; his logic is reasonable: these tadpoles are powerful and unusual, and Raphael probably wants them instead of their souls. If he is right, a good deal can be established. He knows that cambion’s deals tend to be unfair but he wants to exploit the fallible (human) side of Raphael for their benefit.

He is neutral when accepting the solution offered by the Hag. He probably doesn’t disapprove completely because, like a good scholar, he is waiting for the empirical result. He knows beforehand that Hags are twisted and evil entities that hardly could give them a good deal. In this case, he is not even proposing to outsmart her.

Gale approves of giving the wand of control of Connor to Mayrina so she can find a solution in Baldur’s Gate. Despite this is an unconventional way to fix this situation, I personally feel there is a bug around, since his following comment is more consistent with a disapproval.

[[16]] He doesn’t like rushed decisions without thinking about all the possibilities. He encourages logical and reasonable discussions, free of biases or misconceptions as a scholar does. This aspect can be also understood as a reflection of his own past mistakes. Taking the orb after Mystra’s abandonment was a rushed decision of his youth which made him pay a big price.

During Raphael’s scene, he disapproves of the option “I’ll do anything to get rid of the tadpole”. That fast answer would only cause troubles.

He approves during Raphael’s scene the option that allows reflection: “I need to think this over.”

He encourages Tav to not discard the option of looking for the priestess Gut so quickly. He knows how magic is called among the goblinoid races and how much they value healing for being a culture of war.

Although he disapproves of the intrusion into his mind with the tadpole during the scene of the stew, reasonable arguments using persuasion/insight can be enough to prevent him from leaving the party. He reinforces the idea that he “may have spoken in haste” and he has reconsidered to stay despite Tav’s transgressions.

[[17]] He usually disapproves of using unknown magic in an irresponsible or careless way. This can be interpreted as a way to prevent mistakes similar to the one he did with the orb.

Gale disapproves of Tav reading the book of necromancy or giving it to Astarion. The reader will have access to the “forbidden knowledge” tag. Gale thinks himself more adequate for it since he is wiser than before, his experience with the orb book has taught him a great deal. He approves of giving the book to him.

Gale disapproves of accepting the brand of the Absolute. In the moment Tav accepts it, they learn that it has a unique magical effect that only True Souls can notice. Gale suspects this magic may cause mind control on goblins. "Charged with magic? Perhaps that explains the ease with which these goblins submit to True souls."

He approves of being cautious with the powers of the tadpole once they start seeing that its usage has physical and psychological (dreams) effects.

He disapproves of using the tadpoles after seeing a dangerous pattern with the dreams.

[[18]] He approves of poetic justice, and he seems to follow the philosophy of “give others their own medicine” when he is attacked or harassed.

Gale approves of dealing with the situation with Nettie without bloodshed. However, Gale states that having been him, he would have handled it in a different way, recognising that he may have forced Nettie to pay with the same coin. “A taste of her own medicine is what she deserves.”

Gale encourages and approves of reinforcing a “pungent poetic justice”, making Crusher kiss Tav’s foot.

Gale approves of helping the Myconid in killing the Duergars. “Wicked killers deserve wicked ends”

[[19]] He supports or at least doesn’t easily judge acts of self-preservation, but not at any cost. This follows his line “one respects life by fighting for it, and one respects death by fearing it”

Gale disapproves of keeping Astarion in the party after the bite scene. This happens if you use two options: “you can leave option” or “he won't hurt us”. Keeping Astarion is a danger in his eyes.

Gale approves of convincing/deceiving Lae’Zel not to kill the party during the night of apparent transformation into mind flayers. If those rolls fail and Tav kills Lae’Zel, Gale will remain neutral in the forced action that they had to take due to self-preservation. He describes the situation as “brutal” and shows pity and sadness for the tragedy. Then he asks Tav how they are doing with the experience: he is sympathising with Tav, not judging them.

Gale approves of dealing with Nettie without bloodshed but he states that he would have fought in order to preserve his own life.

When Tav speaks to Kagha after Arabella’s death, Gale keeps neutral to the comment “You protected your own without hesitation - my compliments.” However, Gale would only approve expressions related to calling out Kagha. Gale can understand the self-preservation sentiments, but his line is drawn when life is taken gratuitously.

Gale approves of pretending to be a True Soul in front of Dror Ragzlin and avoiding a fight when they are outnumbered.

He approves of being cautious with the powers of the tadpole once they start showing that they can endanger their own lives.

He suggests stealing the idol of Silvanus as a way to keep his condition in check (which is more than just self-preservation due to the massive destruction it may cause). If Tav killed the druids to obtain it, Gale shows regret. He embodies the sense of survival, but not at any cost. He suffers with the consequences, but he also endures them since they are the lesser evil. He prefers to cause the least harm possible if there is no choice in avoiding to hurt a side.

This can be better seen during the goblin party. The only arguments that Tav can use to convince Gale to stay in the team are those related to self-preservation: “We make each other survive” and “You don't stand a chance alone”, both statements that Gale can accept only after a high DC 15, but always regretting his need and the excess of blood.

[[20]] Gale’s secrecy about Mystra and the orb have a clear source: he has serious abandonment issues that can be easily seen in his most apparent “strange” approvals/disapprovals:

Gale disapproves of handing over Astarion to Gangrel, even though he dislikes and mistrusts keeping Astarion as part of the group during the bite scene. This is quite surprising since Astarion is seen by Gale as a danger.

Gale approves twice defending Astarion against Gangrel. If Astarion is not in the group, the first approval happens when Tav recognises that Astarion is part of their companions/friends (therefore, they care about them). The second approval is when Tav reinforces their loyalty to Astarion insisting that they won’t give his location. Although Gale will explicitly question if this decision was right, he secretly approved it (meta-knowledge that only the player sees). We can interpret this as Gale seeing in Tav a person who will never abandon someone they care for, even if that person endangers them.

During the scene of Revelation, Gale approves of not being abandoned/pushed away by Tav despite his “secrecy”.

This post was written in May 2021. → For more Gale: Analysis Series Index

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A Broken System

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Summary: At her birthday celebration, Y/N is out on the town enjoying herself when she runs into a cute FBI agent who she’d love to take home and do terrible things to. Normally, someone meeting an FBI agent at a bar wouldn’t be that big of a deal. There’s just one, miniscule, microscopic, meager, problem... Y/N is only twenty.

tags: Large Age Difference, power imbalance, choking, Dom/sub, safe sex, vaginal penetration, dirty talk, cliffhanger.

A/N: this just made so much more sense in third person. i tried replacing it with second person, but trust me it did not work. hope you enjoy! gif by @toyboxboy

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Words: 5,930

Spencer Reid never really thought he was attractive.

Probably had something to do with his perpetually messy hair, gangly stature, and his tendency to ramble on and on and on and. . .

Yeah. Like that.

Another factor definitely was the fact that he was in his 30’s and had never really had a stable relationship. Sure, he’d had relationships with a few women. Well, two women. The first being a girl he’d met in college with whom he had a brief fling. Spencer didn’t really count it as a stable relationship due to the fact they barely even kissed. And the other woman, the only woman he’d ever really loved, died tragically several years ago.

Maeve.

Maeve was the real reason Spencer didn’t like going to bars with Morgan or being set up on dates by Penelope. She was the reason that Spencer wasn’t interested in anyone anymore. Who could possibly compare to Maeve?

Damn it. That was the other reason he wasn’t looking to date. He knew how the mind worked and there was no doubt that if any new person came into his life, she’d be unconsciously compared to Maeve. He couldn’t put anyone through that.

So, Spencer Reid stayed single. Which, for him, was relatively easy. Whenever someone started to get a little too close with him, he’d blabber and spout facts until they ran off. Morgan would ask what happened and Reid would just put on a slight frown, mumbling how she had to go.

The charade got more effortless the more they went out. Morgan, almost always going home on the arm of some woman and Spencer content to get a cab back to his own place, have a quick efficient orgasm, and fall asleep.

He had a system. And no one was going to break it.

Y/N hated the summertime.

Well, she didn’t usually. Anywhere else on the planet it would be mildly enjoyable. The beach, ice cream, staying up all night. All that fun crap. In Washington D.C, however, summer was hell.

But! When one was accepted into Georgetown and their parents offered to pay FULL tuition plus housing, how can one say no?

Seriously, she wanted to know.

After two whole years in this armpit of a town, Y/N had finally gotten used to the sweltering heat that plagued the city during the summer. Whatever. She just stayed in the comfortable A.C. all day anyway.

But, the summer before her third year was almost over, and the only thing she could think about now was graduating with a major in Journalism. She didn’t really like most of the courses, but it’s what she needed to do to become a full-time editor.

Living in a rent-free apartment was heaven. No roommates meant no worrying about, well, anything. The only problem was, her parents could hold it over her head every time they called. Which is why she never answered their calls.

Today, however, answering was unavoidable.

Because not only was it the day before her first class, today was her twentieth birthday.

Y/N was in the middle of getting dressed to go out with her friends when her phone vibrated from the kitchen table.

“Hello?”

She tried so hard to suppress the cringe at her mom’s voice.

“Sweetie! How are you? Are you eating?”

“Yes, mom.”

Oh boy. Strong start, mom.

“You look skinny in the pictures on Facebook!”

Yeah, she was definitely going to be late.

Surprisingly, it only took five minutes to push her mom off the phone, insisting that her friends were on their way and she had to keep getting ready.

A sharp rap on the door saved her.

“Come on!! It’s almost ten!” Y/N’s friend, Mina, said, annoyed. “All the old people leave the bars at ten and if we don’t get there soon, the bouncers won’t let us in!”

Y/N didn’t really understand the logic there. Hot girls always got into bars. Especially late at night. How were there not more crimes committed in clubs? Maybe she’d find out in her first class tomorrow.

“Hey!” Mina snapped her out of it, “Come on! Let’s go.”

They arrived outside a dinky little club a few minutes later. It had taken Y/N a while to get accustomed to how close everything was together in this town. Before college, she had been a small-town girl. Promise ring and everything. That, uh. That didn’t last long.

Before they got in line, Mina took a long satin sash out of her purse and secured it across Y/N’s torso.

“What the hell’s this?”

The sash was white with large pink flowy letters that poignantly spelled out: Birthday Bitch.

“It’s a sash.”

Three of Mina’s friends strode up, quickly exchanging hugs and wishing Y/N a happy birthday.

“I see that it’s a sash, but why am I wearing it?”

Mina confidently strode up to the bouncer, Y/N at her side, fake ID at the ready. Technically, it was the right birthdate, the year was just a little off.

“Go through. Happy Birthday,” the guy said, barely sparing the ID a glance, more focused on the huge sash. It made sense. She didn’t look her age. No one would think she was only in college by taking a glance at her.

“Oh, thank you.”

“Look,” Mina pulled her aside just before they entered, “this makes every single guy in there want to buy you a drink. So, go enjoy a free Shirley Temple, on me.”

Y/N scoffed and entered the club, immediately overwhelmed by the booming of the music.

Jesus Christ. How did people not die from this? It felt like her heart was beating out of her chest.

Sure, she’d been in a bar before. But not a real, proper club. She was pretty sure she saw some people wearing neon. Oh my god, there was a DJ.

Suppressing a laugh, she headed to the bar. At least there was a bar. There were so many people gathered around though that she couldn’t get much access to the one bartender on staff.

Luckily, he spotted her sash that seemed to shine under the blacklights.

“Hey, make some room for the birthday girl!”

And the crowd parted like the red sea, every man’s head turned towards her, and she cautiously approached the bartender who gave her a quick wink.

“Scotch. Neat.”

A dark man with a silver nose ring slid onto the stool next to her.

“It’s on me,” he addressed the bartender, staring at her the whole time. “So. Birthday girl. How old are you turning?”

She smiled softly. The sash was working great, but now she had to come up with a way to answer his question without explicitly lying.

“Who wants to know?”

Maybe flirting would be distracting enough.

He smiled, glancing down for a moment, then holding out his hand. Ha. Men.

“I’m Jon.”

Ugh. She hated handshakes. But for this man, she might be able to make an exception.

“Y/N.”

Five minutes later, she wished with all her heart she could take the handshake back. Y/N should have known better than to talk to a guy at a club. They were all sleazebags. But! She did manage to get a couple of drinks out of it.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she said after his fifth time mentioning Outback Steakhouse.

But before she could leave the bar discreetly, a hand wrapped around her arm, yanking her back.

“Hey, what’s the matter? I thought we were talking?”

Y/N may have been a small-town girl, but that didn’t stop her from grabbing his shoulders and driving her knee up into his crotch, stomping off toward the exit.

Only when she got outside did she realize how fast her heart was beating. She leaned over, hands on her knees to catch her breath.

A soft hand on her shoulder made her snap around, grab the hand and twist it around the stranger’s back, shoving him up against the alley wall.

“I’m sorry!” the man squawked shrilly. “I’m sorry!” It wasn’t Jon.

“What were you doing?” she demanded, not releasing him yet.

“I saw you lean over. I just wanted to see if you were ok!”

She finally drank in the man’s appearance. He was wearing a soft purple sweater vest over a grey button-down, slacks, and worn black converse on his feet.

Confident that he wasn’t a threat, she released him and took a step back.

The man rubbed his elbow softly, glancing at her chest. Before she could tell him off for staring at her rack, he pointed to the sash.

“Is it your birthday?”

She looked down. Oh, he’d been looking at the sash of course. Then why did she feel … disappointed?

“Oh, yeah. Some guy bought me a drink and got a little, er, touchy.”

Suddenly, the man’s face went dark.

“Who is he? Where is he?”

He started to walk back into the club but she stopped him, reaching out and gently grabbing his arm.

“Hey! It’s fine. I kicked him in the crotch.”

The man’s eyes switched from anger to surprise in a flash. He flustered for a moment, before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking back into the alley.

Y/N now took a closer look at his face. He had deep, wise brown eyes, a small five-o-clock shadow gracing his jaw, and very full lips, the latter of which he was biting profusely. Aw. He was nervous. But why?

Maybe because he was in an alley with a random girl who had just been groped at a club and he didn’t know what to do.

She chuckled, attempting to diffuse the tension.

“Um. I didn’t get your name?”

He smiled brightly, thankful for the change in topic.

“Oh! Of course, sorry. I’m Spencer!”

And Y/N braced herself for the telltale outstretching of the hand.

But none came. He simply stood there, one hand in his pocket and the other waving at her, a dopey smile on his face.

Her face lit up.

“You didn’t try to shake my hand,” she muttered, awed.

The man, Spencer, got an embarrassed look on his face, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sorry, I, uh. I’m a bit of a germaphobe. But, really, everyone should be! The amount of germs passed in a handshake is staggering. They really should be abolished altogether.”

“Right! People should just bow their heads or, or, wave!” she said excitedly, gesturing to his hand. “I mean a handshake is like a hug with a part of you that comes in contact with everything! Might as well go up to someone and start making out with them.”

As she spoke, his face lit up in wonder.

“Right? It’s crazy! But the thing is, some people actually do that! I was in that club for fifteen minutes and I swear I saw three couples leave together that definitely didn’t go in together.”

“I know!” she said, starting to pace in the cramped alley. “I mean, who goes home with someone that you just met! They could be a serial killer for all you know!”

She looked at Spencer and was delighted to see a joyful expression on his face. It suddenly occurred to her that she hadn’t introduced herself.

“I’m Y/N. Sorry for blabbering,” she waved, chuckling slightly.

Spencer smiled even wider.

“Don’t be sorry! Usually, I’m the one who has to apologize.”

“Apologize for what?”

“Blabbering,” he said sheepishly, hands back in his pockets. When he was talking, they had been moving about wildly. It was kind of endearing.

“I don’t know,” Y/N said, considering. “Blabbering is underrated. One could argue it’s the best way to learn useless information.”

“Well, I’d agree but no information is really useless.”

Y/N held up a finger.

“‘Information is useless if it is not applied to something important or if you will forget it before you have a chance to apply it.’”

Spencer’s mouth fell open.

“Timothy Harris?”

She nodded. “The 4-Hour Workweek. Outdated, but still applies.”

When she noticed his expression, it nearly knocked her breath away. He was looking at her like no one ever had before. Like he’d just realized the most important thing in the universe.

Before her cowardice could catch up, she took a step forward, closing the distance between them. His face went blank, shocked by the sudden approach. He nearly gasped when she spoke.

“It’s totally ridiculous to go home with someone you just met, right?”

Spencer’s eyes widened.

“Totally.”

“Why were you out tonight in the first place? You don’t exactly seem like the club-going type.”

He smiled softly.

“I, uh, just got a promotion last week. My friend Morgan wanted to take me out to celebrate. It was either this or karaoke.”

She chuckled softly, their faces so close he must have felt her breath.

“I don’t know, I’d have liked to see your rendition of Bad Romance. Has anyone ever told you you’ve got a whole Lady Gaga vibe?”

“You should see my Beyonce.” And he did a little mime of the Single Ladies dance, sending Y/N into a fit of giggles. Without thinking — probably due to the trace amounts of alcohol in her system, not enough to be drunk, but enough to be tipsy — she reached up her arms around his shoulders, clasping them together behind his neck like a teen slow-dancing at prom.

Spencer seemed startled by the sudden physical contact. He froze, hands unmoving at his sides.

Y/N pulled her arms back, stepping away from him, discouraged and embarrassed.

“Sorry,” she said, collecting herself and walking back towards the club door. “It was nice meeting you.”

“Wait!” he called before she could reenter the club. A tiny part of her let out a breath in relief. She turned around to see him with a hand outstretched toward her, frozen with the uncertainty of what to do next.

He recovered quickly, a blush visible on his cheeks in the lamplight of the alley.

“If you’re leaving, would you, um. Could I walk you home?”

She had no idea what possessed her in that moment but just as he spoke, she walked up to Spencer, threaded her fingers through his hair, and pulled him down into a passionate kiss.

To her surprise, he responded immediately, running his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against him, eagerly returning the kiss.

His lips were so warm. He tasted very faintly of alcohol and maybe a breath mint? Y/N let herself fall into the sensation.

Suddenly, her back was pressed up against the wall of the alley, Spencer’s hands lighting a trail of fire down her body. He hesitated, pulling back briefly to make sure she was ok.

A glint in her eye, she yanked him back down, tongues clashing together in a blaze of glory. He hiked her leg up around his hips, pressing them closer together. Y/N could feel the hardness in his pants pressing into her stomach, sending a wave of heat down to her core.

She pulled back. If they went any further, she didn’t know if she’d be able to leave the alley.

Y/N tried to hide the smile on her face but it was no use. She beamed at Spencer, linking her arm through his elbow.

“Lead the way. Wait, that doesn’t make sense, you’re taking me home. I’ll lead the way!”

And so they walked, arm in arm down the busy D.C. streets, silently enjoying each other’s company.

They arrived outside her apartment fifteen minutes later, Y/N clumsily unlocking the door, nervous from the thought of what was about to happen. They hadn’t explicitly said anything in particular. Was he going to come in? Would she invite him?

Spencer, it seemed, was also daunted, standing awkwardly on the threshold of her place, hands buried in his pockets.

An idea sprung into Y/N’s brain.

She approached him, wrapping her hands around his neck again only this time, his hands rested lightly on her waist.

“Still think going home with a stranger is a bad idea?”

Spencer chuckled softly, stroking the exposed skin of her waist from where her top had ridden up.

“I’m still debating it.”

“Oh?”

He slid his hand around the sash, fingers hovering above her chest.

“I never asked, how old did you turn?”

She smiled. For some reason, she felt she could trust this man. The worst that could happen was he calls the cops on her for having a fake ID. She could deal with that. Destroy the evidence, bat her eyes. Easy. Besides, he looked barely of age himself. She quickly wondered what he did for a living? He did say he got a promotion.

It would be easiest to just tell him the truth.

“I don’t know if I should tell you this…”

He chuckled lowly in her ear, moving his lips gently across her neck.

“I can handle it.”

She gasped at the sensation, legs clamping together.

“Officially, it’s my twenty-third. At least, that’s what it says on my ID. One of them.”

Spencer froze, waiting for her to go on.

Y/N quickly backtracked.

“It’s okay! I’m twenty! Not a minor, no worries.”

But Spencer pulled away, an extremely worried look on his face despite her assurance.

“What?” she asked.

“You’re underage.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah? Come on, by one year. What, you never had a fake ID?”

“No!” he said shrilly, running a hand through his hair.

“Spencer, it’s ok! It’s not like I’m gonna get caught. I look much older and when are there cops at a place like that?”

He reached into his pocket and fished out a folded wallet. Snapping it open, Y/N’s jaw dropped at the FBI badge with his picture in the corner.

She floundered for a moment, unable to truly comprehend what was happening.

“You’re . . .”

“Yep,” he said shortly, pocketing the badge.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much my reaction too,” he said, sighing. “I should arrest you.”

Y/N took a step back, incredulous.

“Arrest me?”

“You have a fake ID. You’re clearly drunk.”

She scoffed, crossing her arms.

“Great idea, Spencer. Book me. Take me down to the FBI and tell them exactly what happened to lead to you finding out I’m only twenty. I’m sure they’ll need very specific details.”

A look of realization flitted across Spencer’s face and he buried his head in his hands, groaning.

“How old are you anyway?!” she demanded, upset at him for being upset.

“Thirty-four!” he shouted, throwing his arms up in the air.

Oh shit.

This was bad.

He was fourteen years older than her, in the FBI, and probably was seconds away from arresting her.

“There’s no way you’re thirty-four. I mean, look at you!”

He rolled his eyes, snorting, and beginning to pace the small hallway.

“This is exactly what I get. I meet a girl I really like for the first time in years and she’s decades younger than me. And a criminal!”

“Hey!” she said, shoving his shoulder. “Not decades. I’m not a criminal. And how the hell do you think I feel? I’m out trying to have fun on my birthday, some guy gropes me leading me to run into the perfect man, take him back to my apartment thinking I’m gonna get lucky only to find out he’s a cop who’s gonna arrest me. Best birthday ever.”

Spencer eyed her carefully.

“Get lucky?”

Y/N’s eyes went wide. Shit. She hadn’t meant to reveal that part. Even though it was pretty obvious, something about it not being said added to the excitement.

“Did you really . . . I mean were you…. Um.” Spencer seemed to lose all authoritative tone suddenly, stammering nervously. It was such a 180, it shocked Y/N.

“Was I going to let you fuck me?”

He cringed at the bluntness but nodded sheepishly.

“Yeah, Spencer. I was.” She scoffed. “Honestly, I still would. But I understand if I’m more than you can handle,” she said coyly, trying to keep a straight face. “Just please don’t arrest me, Sir.”

His expression darkened at her words. Something deep and lustful behind it. Feeling bold, she went with it.

“Or is it Agent?” she cocked her head, holding a finger to her lips in thought. “How do I address you properly, sir?”

A small groan left Spencer’s mouth and he stepped forward, brushing a hand over her hair.

“We shouldn’t do this, Y/N…”

Slowly, she backed up into her apartment, pulling him with her.

“We shouldn’t.” She gently led him to her bedroom, sitting down on the edge of the bed, him towering over her. “To be fair, you’re the one with handcuffs.”

He groaned again, wiping a hand down his face.

“This is a bad idea.”

But he crouched down in front of her, pressing his forehead to her exposed knee, breathing deeply.

“Spencer,” it was barely a whisper but he met her eyes instantly. She smiled gently, reaching out to him and coaxing him up from the floor so he was hovering above her, mouths inches apart. “Listen, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” she assured him. “But I want this.”

She leaned back, pulling him with her so he was lying atop her, an obvious bulge pressing against her through their clothing.

“I want this, Spencer.”

Y/N hoped that he knew he could leave if he wanted. She didn’t want to pressure him into anything. Despite the age difference, she seemed to be the one more in control.

Spencer lowered his head, sighing.

“Fuck,” he moaned, lightly thrusting against her, a moan escaping her mouth at the contact.

That seemed to be the last straw.

He sat up, ripping his sweater vest off along with his button-down, quickly moving back over her, lips latching to her neck and chest.

Oh thank god. She wasn’t sure if she’d have been able to stand it if he’d left. But from the way he was touching her, hands moving up and down her sides, gently pulling her skirt down, looking up at her every now and then to make sure it was alright, he wasn’t going anywhere.

She just spurred him on, stripping off her top and bra, now only wearing her panties.

Spencer groaned at the sight, a hand reaching up, hovering over her breast. She arched her back up into his hand, letting out a gasp as he started to fondle her.

God, his hands were huge. And nimble. Oh, so nimble.

She reached for his belt, quickly unbuckling it and tossing it across the room, pushing his pants down faster than possible.

He groaned again, a magical sound, reaching a hand down to stroke her through her panties, coaxing a gasp from her beautiful lips.

In a flash, Spencer had pulled down her panties and buried his head between her legs.

Y/N gasped, hand flying to the back of his head, edging him on.

He slipped two fingers into her, his tongue flicking against her clit wildly, making her writhe and moan on the bed, gasping his name.

“Spencer, Spencer.” It took all the resolve she had to pull his head away from her. “I need you to fuck me.”

Spencer looked at her, trying to read her expression.

“Y/N . . . are you sure?”

Rather than answer, she yanked him up, crashing their mouths together, one hand quickly pushing down his boxers, his erection springing free.

Good god.

Wow.

How the hell was she supposed to fit that inside her?

She looked up at him, impressed, only to see a slight blush on his cheeks.

“Well,” she said, kicking off the panties pooled around her ankles, laid bare underneath the stranger on top of her. “This night gets better by the second.”

His size was a little daunting, but the thought of him slowly filling her up, probably not being able to fit all the way in, only added to her desire.

He dipped his head down, stealing a quick yet passionate kiss.

“Do you have . . ?”

“Yeah, in the drawer.”

He reached over, grabbed a condom, and rolled it on. It looked extremely tight on him. Y/N unconsciously licked her lips. Spencer chuckled.

“Maybe next time. I need to be inside you.”

And with that, he flung her legs around his hips, positioning his cock at her entrance, slowly running it up and down, moistening the condom with her juices.

God. The feeling of him being so close and yet so far was almost enough to push her over the edge right there. He had been a god with his tongue and she was desperate for more friction.

Reaching down, she lightly circled her clit, moaning at the instant pleasure.

Before she could enjoy it much, hands gripped her wrists, pinning them above her on the bed, Spencer staring at her with a dark look.

“If you wanna touch yourself, you have to ask permission. Understood?”

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.

Words escaped her so she settled for a small nod.

“Use your words.”

His tone was so commanding the word left her mouth the moment he finished speaking.

“Yes.”

He lightly placed his hand around her neck, not applying any pressure, just hovering.

“Yes, what?”

Fuck. She wondered if it was possible to come just from being talked to.

“Yes, sir.”

And with that, he slid inside her, slowly filling her up with his length, moaning roughly at the sensation.

Y/N’s eyes snapped open, watching as Spencer’s face tightened, jawline even sharper, and a dark look in his eye. He carefully applied a bit more pressure to her throat, quickly releasing his hand afterward.

They were both still as she adjusted to the size of him inside her.

“Is this ok?” his voice sounded so different than it had a moment ago. He had shifted back to the geeky guy she’d met in the alley.

She nodded gently at him, running a hand over his cheek in a way that was surely far too personal for a one night stand.

“My safeword is apple.”

He froze for a moment, shocked. Apparently she was kinkier than he’d expected.

Tired of not being fucked by this man, she dug her heels into his back, directing him to move.

He did without hesitation, groaning at the sensation of slowly pulling out and thrusting back in.

The feeling overwhelmed both of them, a litany of curses and moans falling from their mouths. Spencer’s hand moved back to her throat, squeezing much harder now that he knew what to listen for if she wanted to stop.

The sound of her moaning was enough to make him come right there and then. That, with the feeling of her around him and the fact that his hand was around her throat, totally in control.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

Oh my god, where was this coming from? Her nails scraped down his back, leaving a trail of marks.

“You like feeling me fuck you?” he wrapped a hand around her leg, pulling it higher to try to hit the magical spot inside of her. “You like when I wrap my hand around your pretty little neck? Showing you how in control I am of you.”

She nodded ecstatically, legs tightening around him. She was definitely close to coming.

“What were you thinking? Going to a bar when you’re underage. Then leading a stranger to your home, intending to let him fuck you silly. Finding out I’m ages older than you and still practically begging me to bend you over and pound you till you can’t see straight. Is the age difference what gets you off, Y/N?”

At the sound of her name, she let out a raucous moan, no doubt waking up the other tenants of the building.

Spencer smiled, drilling harder and tightening his grip on her throat.

“Oh, you like it when I say your name? You like when I shove my big cock in you and moan your name in your ear?”

She practically screamed as his hand started to circle her clit, the stimulation practically knocking the air out of her.

He was hitting her g-spot with every thrust, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She was so close. She just needed….

“You gonna come for me, Y/N?” he punctuated it with a particularly hard thrust, feeling her begin to clench around him, orgasm washing over her.

Her walls tightening around his cock was enough to send him barreling over the edge, grunting as he thrust in her four more times before feeling his balls tighten up and spill his seed deep inside her.

“Fuck,” he grunted, using his forearms to stay above her, both of them completely out of breath.

Slowly, he pulled out with a sigh, discarding the condom in the trash by her bed.

Y/N was seeing stars. This man had just given her her first penetrative orgasm. And, possibly the best sex she’d ever had.

‘Fuck’, was right.

Spencer flopped down next to her, still naked, trying to catch his breath.

Y/N turned to him, placing a hand on his chest.

It was strange. Even though they’d just had some of the best sex Y/N had ever had, she didn’t even know this man. And yet, somehow, she felt like she did. Did that happen a lot once you had sex with someone?

Her eyes refocused from where they’d been staring off into space to see a concerned Spencer looking at her.

“What?” she asked.

He studied her for another moment before speaking.

“You were biting your lip.”

A blush crept up her cheek.

“Yeah sorry. Helps me think.”

He let out a sharp breath, a sort of soft laugh.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing,” he said as he retrieved his underwear, slipping them back on and starting to button up his shirt.

Oh. Was he going to leave? Of course he was! That’s all this was, anyway. A one night stand. You had sex. That was the point.

Then why did it feel like hell?

“You okay?”

Her thoughts had drifted into space again. Spencer had laid back down, now on his side facing her, holding her hand, looking at her intensely. His gaze was practically burning.

“Yeah.”

“I, uh, I don’t normally do . . . that.”

She chuckled. It was rather obvious he wasn’t the hookup type. Despite the dirty things that had come from his mouth.

“Me either.”

He softly stroked her cheek.

“Are you going to stay?” she blurted.

His face fell.

“Oh, no I wasn’t going to impose if you-”

“NO! I mean,” she took a breath. “I want you to . . . I mean, if you want . . . I'd . . . I’d like you to stay. If you want?”

God. She sounded like a teenager asking their crush to prom. This was no stuttering sophomore she could kick in the crotch if he said no. He was a man. Although, he did tend to stutter. Maybe it wasn’t all that different.

He lit up, a wide smile brightening his features and he began to stroke her hand.

“I’d like that too.”

Wondering if it was possible for cheeks to sprain from smiling, she pulled up the covers, cuddling up against him, falling asleep almost immediately.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Ugh. The stupid alarm. She had been right in the middle of a wonderful dream involving Spencer’s hands and her bruised throat.

What time was it anyway?

The red clock radio proudly displayed: 7:00.

Right, it was the first day of classes. Maybe she’d just ditch and stay in with Spencer. He had been so warm she was sure he had a sun where a heart should be. College didn’t matter anyway, right? Ugh.

A shiver ran through her. She reached out for Spencer, only to find the cold other half of the bed.

Sitting up in bed, she stared at the empty spot.

Had he really walked out on her in the middle of the night? No…. No? Fuck. How could she be so stupid. Of course he didn’t want to-

Oh, he’d left a note.

In a fast yet tidy scrawl, Spencer had left the following message on a little notecard.

Good morning! I am truly sorry to walk out like this, but I have a class at 7:30 and I have to stop by my place and get ready. I’ll be back at the bar tonight, 10:30. I’d love to see you there.

-Spencer. X

Her heart melted into an ocean at the sentiment behind each individual letter. The man she’d just had a dirty one night stand with wanted to see her again.

Wait, he’d said a class? He hadn’t told her he was a student! To be fair, neither had she. That’s another thing they had in common apparently. It made sense why he didn’t tell her. A lot of people were ashamed of going back to college later in life. She thought that was ridiculous. Good for him.

Maybe she could look him up in the student registry. Actually, he may not even go to Georgetown. There were plenty of colleges nearby. She couldn’t have looked him up anyway. She didn’t even know his last name.

It was probably a good thing he left, because she, too, had a class at 7:30.

It only took her twenty minutes to shower, get dressed, and walk the very short distance to campus.

She arrived in the lecture hall with exactly one minute to spare, finding a seat next to a brightly dressed redhead holding a fuzzy pen.

“Hi! I’m Allie.”

“Y/N,” she said, suppressing the cringe as Allie reached out to shake her hand.

“Nice to meet you! What’s your major?”

Oh god. The inevitable college question.

“Journalism. You?”

“English,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Super boring I know, but it lets me take fun classes like this one. Why are you taking this class?”

“Oh, um. It looked fun, I guess. My dad was a lawyer and he kind of piqued my interest in the criminal justice system.”

Allie sighed.

“Thank god. You know half the girls are here just because the Professor is a hottie,” she said with air quotes, rolling her eyes again.

“Really?” Y/N asked, glancing around at the seats noticing the vast majority of the population were women. “Wait, I thought Ms. Merklins was the teacher? Did something change?”

“You didn’t get the email? It just went out the other day, Ms. Merklins had to retire. Something about a club foot. Anyway, the new teacher is supposedly super overqualified. Plus, he’s cute.”

“Huh.”

“Yep. I talked to this one girl in the hall, she actually said she’d sleep with him! Can you imagine?”

Y/N laughed.

“Nooooo. I cannot and I don’t want to. I’m just here to learn, I promise.”

“Same here. Although, if I start getting C’s, all bets are off.”

Y/N laughed and politely chatted with Allie while they waited.

The Professor’s office door swung open and Y/N reached into her bag to get her laptop.

“Hello, class.”

“Hello,” the class echoed.

“Welcome to Criminology. I am Professor Reid and I-.”

Y/N looked up over her screen as he stopped talking, making sudden eye-contact with the Professor.

She froze in her seat, blood running cold.

No way. No fucking way.

Spencer?

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hatake-no-sharingan · 3 years

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A Well Loved Copy (PART 1: Magical Places)

Kakashi x Reader

Story Summary: Your cozy life as a bookseller is disturbed when a box of the worst books you could ever imagine arrives at your store, and with them a certain silver haired ninja to whom you are definitely not attracted.

Relationship: Kakashi x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: I wrote this first part a few days ago, but it still had a few things missing and I finally finished it today. I’m thinking it’s going to be at least 3 parts long (depending on how much my brain allows me to write) and that it’s going to be mostly fluff and romance, but I also want to add some angst. Hopefully you’ll all like it <3 Be kind and enjoy.

Magical Places

“God who even reads this crap” you tell yourself as you arrange the 20th copy of the latest Icha Icha Special Holiday Edition on the hot new arrivals shelf in the bookstore. “It’s unbelievable how they keep making new editions of the same trash and people actually buy them”

Last night, your boss had explicitly told you that he wanted the books in the most visible part of the store, because they were always a massive hit, unlike the beautiful short story books you had been forced to stash in a less noticeable shelf almost at the back of the store.

You spent hours admiring the graceful prose and the magical places they took you to, wishing your own writing was half as good. You knew most of those books by heart, and every time one of your favorite authors published one, you read it so many times until you could almost recite it word by word. That’s why your personal collection of books was small, but very well loved. Whenever you got the chance, you recommended them to customers, though almost none listened to you. However, those who did, always came back to thank you for it.

“It’s better to know one book intimately, than a thousand superficially” your mother told you when you were little, and to this day, the phrase stuck with you.

When your boss, the shop owner, told you to remove your favorite stories, the ones you knew intimately, from the best shelves to make space for what was basically porn disguised as a romantic thriller, it felt personal.

“I’m sorry, I know they’re good, but we need to give up the space for the best selling authors” your boss had told you yesterday night when he saw your frown as you removed them from sight. You ignored him for the rest of the time you were there while going through the new inventory together, and left the new arrivals unopened

“I’ll arrange them in the morning. If you don’t need anything else I’m leaving” you slipped your very worn book in your pocket, grabbed your keys and left.

That’s why people don’t read real literature, because it keeps getting hidden from sight and replaced with trash, you sigh.

Now you look towards the remaining boxes, the publisher sent way too many for your judgement, and decide to put them away in storage until more copies are needed, so you can still keep a few other not so crappy books on the star shelf.

When you’re returning from the storage room, you hear the door chime, signaling that a new customer is here. You check the time, barely 8:00am.

God, who’s here this early?

“IT’S HERE!” A silver haired man acting like a 6 year old in a candy store rushes in, and grabs 3, no, 4 copies of Icha Icha Special Holiday Edition without noticing he’s messing up your perfectly arranged shelf. “I literally waited a month for it! I need to read it now, it’s gonna be so good”

Is he talking to himself? Or to me?

The guy is bubbling with excitement, running his long fingers across the cover of the book on top. You don’t know why, but seeing the motion sends shivers down your very tired spine. You shrug, and start the computer to enter the day log into the system.

He walks to the counter, feeling giddy with the books and you get tense at the realization of who the guy you’ve been gaping at is.

The signature mask, the covered left eye and the nonchalant but confident walk give it all away.

He’s kinda hot in person, but his awful taste in books ruins it, you think.

“Would you like me to wrap those for you?” you manage to ask, pointing to the four copies he dropped on the counter. “Or would you rather do it yourself at home?” If I were his friend I’d kill him if he gave me that as a gift.

“Huh?”

“We offer a gift wrapping service.”

“Oh no, thank you, they’re not gifts. All four of them are mine”

“All four?” You ask, confused.

“Yeah, one’s my mission copy, another is my house copy, then the back up one, and the last goes on my shelves untouched”

“You must really like the series.” You say sarcastically, emphasizing on the word really.

“They are really good, contrary to popular belief. I know a lot of people judge them, but I swear if they actually read the series, they’d know it’s not just porn” he says with a chuckle, clearly aware you’re judging him.

“Ummm I don’t know” you say scratching the back of your head “I’d rather stick to real literature”

“Wait, you’ve never read them?”

“Nope”

“Not even one?”

“No no, wouldn’t want to waste my time”

“No wonder you’re staring at me like that” he says under his breath, and you pretend not to hear him. “What do you read, then? If you’re only into real literature”

You nod towards the last shelves in the room and then gesture to your own battered copy of The Cursed Beauties and Other Stories.

“They made me hide them away so I could make space for your special edition.”

“I’m sorry about that, maybe they can share a shelf next time.” Did he just smirk? Is he hitting on me? No, it must be me reading too much into things. “I’m Kakashi, anyway”

“I know, you’re kinda notorious amongst us booksellers, as the guy who buys too many copies of Icha Icha”

“Really?”

“No”

“Oh”

“You’re an important ninja okay?” He’s barely aware of it apparently “I have a few modern leaf history books here that mention you. And I think there might be a biography on you too, you’re definitely in the Yondaime’s. I had to read it for school, though I’m not very sure of how much truth is in it. Non ninja writers tend to exaggerate things huh? Not because I’m a ninja myself, becau-well, ummm I’m not, but I have read a lot, on ninjas I mean.” You get flustered when you catch yourself speaking a lot. He makes you nervous, alright? Even though he has bad taste in books and is a bit of an asshole, you can’t help but feel attracted overwhelmed by him.

You get an embarrassed smile from him too.

“I can’t imagine what in my life would be interesting enough to write about” he says, gently tapping his fingers to his temple “but I’ll tell you something, Icha Icha is interesting, way more fun to read than my life. I’d leave one of these copies here for you, but this isn’t the first book in the series, so you really wouldn’t understand it. But you should give the first one a shot, if you don’t like it, you’re allowed to hate me forever and judge my poor taste in books.” He heads for the door and makes his departure, but not before turning around and flashing you a big smile that you swore his whole face was glowing beneath all those coverings.

Something about him lingers with you for the rest of the day, as if he’d never really left the store.

The next morning when you come in, you notice there’s something inside the mailbox which catches your attention, only for the simple fact that you never get mailed anything small enough to fit in the mailbox. It’s always boxes upon boxes of books and gadgets related to literature.

You open it and take out a well worn copy that has definitely seen better days, of Icha Icha Paradise. There’s a small post it note stuck on the back cover scribbled with messy handwriting

Give it a shot, I promise you’ll like it.

-K

P.S. Take care of it, it’s my favorite copy. Hopefully by entrusting you with it, you’ll decide to entrust me later with your own book ;)

Despite all your judgements and aversions to the series and the author, you make yourself a strong cup of coffee, sit back on your familiar spot, and open the book to the first page.

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whitesparrows97 · 4 years

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Heartstring Melodies – Part 9 (final)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (feat. Jeon Jungkook x Reader)

Genre: Soulmate AU, College AU, fuckboy!Yoongi

Summary: Min Yoongi, the fuckboy of the whole college and the guy all girls fall for, should be your soulmate? You don’t believe that, you don’t want to believe that. Therefore, you and your best friend make a pact: She pretends to be you and gets together with Yoongi. Nothing can go wrong with that, right?

Warnings: Fluff, explicit sexual content including oral (female receiving), fingering, handjobs, first time sex, swearing while having sex

Word Count: 7K

Chapter nine: «Forever is composed of nows.» – e.d.

The next weeks you were happier than probably ever before in your life. It was almost cheesy to have the thought alone, but it was true for you. Everything went more than great between you and Yoongi. You gave each other the space you both needed and at the same time were happy about every second you spent together. After the problems with Yoongi had been solved, you finally had time and a clear head for your neglected studies again. You and Jin made good progress with the lab tasks and the first round of exams was done as well. You had been a bit cautious at first (and to be honest, you still were) when you got back in touch with Liv. You were glad that she finally realized that your plan didn’t work out. However, you were a bit suspicious if it was a good idea to let her back into your life if she had been so obsessed with Yoongi at one point. That’s why you were currently satisfied with the couple of messages you sent each other every few days. Everything else would be seen in the future.

The only thing that still caused you some concern was when your thoughts drifted to Jungkook. You felt remorse that would probably never completely go away. But not only towards him, but also towards Yoongi. He tried to hide it from you, but you knew that he was also burdened by Jungkook’s extreme withdrawal from him. And you both knew it was your fault. At least, thanks to Hoseok, Yoongi got regular updates on how the younger one was doing. But that wasn’t the same as sitting across from each other and talking, of course. It was especially difficult when the group of friends had planned an evening together. Most of the time, Yoongi would cancel to make it easier for Jungkook. By doing so, he had distanced himself not only from Jungkook, but from the entire group. To see him like that made you sad and was the small drop of bitterness that dulled your happiness a bit.

That’s why you were more than surprised when you received a text from Jungkook a good two months later. You were in Yoongi’s apartment, which had become more or less your second home during the last weeks. The two of you were lying on the couch, an episode of your current favorite show was playing on the TV in front of you when your phone suddenly lit up. You groaned as you sat up to grab it from the coffee table. You had to squeeze your eyes slightly as you tried to get your eyes used to your bright display in the dark room and see who was texting you. Then you almost dropped the phone out of your hand in surprise.

“It’s Jungkook,” you heard yourself say, and Yoongi also straightened up a little next to you.

“What’s he saying?”

Your eyes quickly glanced over the few lines of text and with each additional word your eyes widened a little more. “He wants to meet us,” you said after a few seconds when your brain had processed the information.

“Us?” Yoongi asked and you nodded as you read Jungkook’s message over and over again, fearing that you had interpreted the meaning wrong. But the text was clear.

“He explicitly says both of us.” You turned your head and looked at Yoongi, who gave you a cautious smile.

“Maybe everything can really work out between us.”

“Did Hoseok say anything, did he hint at anything?”

Yoongi shook his head. “Not at all, but I’ll ask him again. But he would have told me if there was anything new.”

“Hmm,” you just said, putting your phone aside and letting yourself fall back against Yoongi’s chest. Immediately he wrapped his hands around your waist and, deep in thought, played with the cord of your hoodie. “I’m really curious what he wants to tell us. Especially to both of us.”

“Maybe he just wants to wish us all the best,” Yoongi thought, “We haven’t talked to each other in over two months.”

“That was really unfair of him,” you sighed, “You had nothing to do with my stupid behavior. He can be as angry with me as he wants. But you are one of his best friends.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Yoongi said and gave you a short kiss on the temple. “But I can understand him. Let’s not worry too much about that. Let’s just wait and see what he has to tell us.”

A few days later you were on your way to the café Jungkook had suggested. You were rarely in this part of the city and it was also quite far from Jungkook’s apartment, which surprised you. Your hands were sweating with excitement and Yoongi, who noticed your nervousness, squeezed your hand once.

“Don’t worry so much, baby,” he said encouragingly and stroked the back of your hand with his thumb to underline his statement. He pushed the door open with his free hand and immediately the soft music and the warmth of the café came out to you.

“What if he only wants to blame us?” you quietly replied, for fear Jungkook would somehow hear you. Even though you hadn’t seen him yet and didn’t know if he was even there yet.

“Have you ever seen him angry?” Yoongi joked and also kept an eye out for the younger one. “I don’t think he’s capable of that.” He raised his hand in greeting and you followed his gaze. In the farthest corner of the cafe, Jungkook sat alone at a table for four people. He had looked up from the menu and waved back at you.

Should you let go of Yoongi’s hand? Was it weird for him to see you and Yoongi together?

You looked at Yoongi and just saw the corners of his mouth twitching upwards before he slowly let his hand slip out of yours. He gave you a quick sideways glance and once again you were amazed at how well he seemed to know you. But that was probably the benefit of having a soulmate…

“Hi, Jungkook,” Yoongi greeted him and let himself fall on a chair opposite him. Quickly you followed him and took the seat next to him. “It’s good to finally see you again.”

Jungkook’s gaze was fixed on you but you were glad that you didn’t see any reluctance in it, as you had feared at first. When he realized that you had noticed his gaze, he quickly looked up at the tabletop and rubbed his neck almost embarrassed. “I know, I’m sorry I just disappeared like that.”

“You don’t have to apologize for anything,” you clarified immediately and Jungkook threw a grateful smile at you.

“Nevertheless I could have contacted you. Especially you, Yoongi-Hyung.”

“Don’t worry about that, Jungkookie. You needed your time and that’s completely understandable,” Yoongi also reassured him.

For a moment, it was quiet between you, only the soft atmospheric music filled the café. There was hardly anyone else there except you, and you only heard a soft laugh and muffled voices in the distance. Your fingers twitched and wanted to grab Yoongi’s hand, which practically served as an anchor when you got nervous. But you kept yourself from doing so. As relaxed as Jungkook seemed, you didn’t have to rub it in his face how happy you and Yoongi were. By looking closely at Jungkook’s face, you realized how much he had changed. The insecurity that you had seen so often in his eyes had completely disappeared. His eyes were beaming and a constant little smile was playing around his lips as if he had just thought of a funny situation from the past. He was about to start talking when suddenly the waitress stood behind him.

“Have you decided yet?” She asked with a warm smile. Her eyes remained on you a little too long, but you ignored it and ordered a hot chocolate. Even if it wasn’t quite the right time of year for it, you could always drink one. Especially now that summer was finally over. Yoongi and Jungkook also placed their orders and the waitress went to prepare them. You tried not to let your surprise show when she tenderly stroked her hand over Jungkook’s shoulders. Yoongi, on the other hand, was not quite so reserved. You saw from the corner of your eye how he raised an eyebrow inquiringly. Jungkook gave a nervous laugh when he saw this.

“Got some explaining to do, huh?” His fingers brushed across the edge of the menu as he searched for the right words. “I met Alisa about four weeks ago when I first came to this café.”

“Four weeks?” Yoongi asked, “then that’s still pretty new.”

Jungkook smiled slightly. “Yes, it is–” The rest of the sentence was interrupted by Alisa, who brought you your drinks. With a little ‘Thank you’ you accepted the cup. After everyone had received their drink, she took a seat next to Jungkook. You couldn’t see it, but it looked like she reached for Jungkook’s hand under the table and you had to hold back a smile.

“I am glad to finally meet you,” she greeted you with the same warm smile as before. “Jungkook has told me a lot about you two.”

“Oh no,” it bubbled out of you before you could stop it. But Alisa just laughed.

“Nothing bad, don’t worry, Y/N. Jungkook only spoke highly of you. About both of you,” she emphasized with a look at you and her smile promised that she probably knew your and Jungkook’s background story, but did not condemn you for it. She looked to the side and shared a little smile with Jungkook. You were happy for Jungkook, of course you were. Yet you couldn’t help but wonder about the suddenness with which Jungkook was over you. The two of them were obviously more than happy and, what you realized at once, obviously in love. And yet the two had only known each other for about a month?

Could it be that…?

You didn’t want to ask, it wasn’t your place to question Jungkook and Alisa. It would be embarrassing if you were wrong. But the more your eyes flitted back and forth between the two of them, the more certain you were. Jungkook focused his attention on you again and it seemed as if the question that was burning on your mind was also written all over your face.

He smiled somewhat shyly and then gave a satisfied sigh. “I know what you are thinking, Y/N,” he said. You remained silent, hoping that he would add something to his statement. “I was really disappointed when I found out about the whole plan and about Yoongi. I don’t think we have to pretend that I wasn’t.” You looked at him with sad eyes, but he was right. To pretend that your actions didn’t hurt him was pointless. “But all that’s behind us now and I don’t hold any grudge against you. On the contrary,” he explained and you saw out of the corner of your eye how Alisa smiled slightly. “I understand how you felt when suddenly everything turned upside down. Because I feel the same way.” He threw a sincere smile at you before he and Alisa looked at each other. That look you saw with your own eyes said it all and a smile spread across your face.

“Congratulations, both of you,” Yoongi said with a short nod and at the same moment you felt his hand on your thigh. Without hesitation, you grabbed it with your hand and intertwined your fingers. He squeezed them tight once, as if to confirm that everything would be okay from now on.

“I’m very happy for you, I can’t put it into words how much,” you said, “You know that I only wanted you to be happy, Jungkook.”

“I am,” he said almost dreamily as he and Alisa continued to look at each other. “Very much so.”

When you said goodbye to each other a good two hours and relaxed conversations later, a stone fell from your heart. As distressed and confused as you had entered the café, as liberated you felt when you left it again. Yoongi didn’t say much on the way back, but you knew that he felt the same way. The radio silence between him and Jungkook had caused him more trouble than he showed. He didn’t want to burden you even more with it because you already felt too much guilt anyway. But he, too, seemed to have a slight jump in his walk; the Sword of Damocles, which seemed to hover over you for the last few weeks, had disappeared. You wondered if it would be even more wonderful with Yoongi now.

After all, there was still one thing that you and Yoongi kept pushing back…

It was definitely not your fault, but rather Yoongi’s. If he hadn’t repeatedly reassured you that he wanted to wait with it because of you, you would begin to worry if something was wrong with you. But he wanted to make sure that you were ready and really wanted it. The fact that you had been sure of this weeks ago was not a significant argument for Yoongi. But maybe things had changed now that Jungkook had a soulmate and he had practically wished you both all the best?

At least you hoped so, because as patient as you were, you didn’t want to wait any longer.

You took a quick sideways glance at Yoongi, who looked intently at the TV screen that was showing an episode of his favorite show. The weather had definitely diminished the last few days and had changed from bright sunshine to rainy and cloudy days. But you could not complain, on the contrary. The worse the weather was, the more time you could spend at home with Yoongi in peace. No distractions, no disturbances from other people… Actually, it was perfect to enjoy a little togetherness. Before you knew it, a soft sigh slipped across your lips. Yoongi kept looking at the TV but asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing,” you lied. You had brought up the subject so many times, hoping Yoongi would understand that you were really ready. All the more reserved you were now, your courage was more or less used up and you didn’t want to be rejected again. Even though Yoongi had made it clear to you that it wouldn’t be rejection on his part. But for you, it felt that way and you had the feeling that your emotions and desires would soon burst out of you.

Yoongi also sighed before he reached for the remote control and stopped the show. Then he turned his head towards you, “What’s really wrong, honey?”

Honey. He had gone over to that pet name a few days ago and as cheesy as you found it with other couples, as warm you felt all around you when he called you that. At least usually. But in the last few weeks there had been so much build-up that you just wanted to direct the attention back to the TV and the show at that moment.

“It’s really nothing, and now watch your show again,” you said and you noticed yourself how your voice was nothing more than a mixture of whining and complaining.

Yoongi sighed, but this time it sounded annoyed. He turned completely around to you now and looked at you waiting. But you remained silent and stared at the TV to make him understand what you wanted at that moment. He took your hand and pulled you in his direction. You were able to support yourself with your elbow on the sofa before you landed on it with your face. Annoyed, you looked up at him. “What?”

He had to grin because of your annoyed expression. “Is it possible you’re acting upset because you’re a little frustrated?”

“Frustrated?” you asked, almost outraged. “What the hell does that mean?”

Yoongi pulled you a little closer to him so that he could wrap his other arm around your body and pull you onto his lap. Your eyes widened slightly as his face was suddenly only a few inches away from yours. You felt his hot breath on your face and your eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment before you took a deep breath.

“I think we both know exactly what I mean,” Yoongi whispered, and every syllable of his spoken words gently brushed against your lips, which had already opened slightly in anticipation.

“And what exactly is that?” you whispered back just as softly and you heard Yoongi laugh gently before he pressed his lips passionately on yours. You buried your hands in his hair and pulled him even closer to you, causing him to moan. The sound went straight to your crotch and your walls contracted around nothing. Was this finally the right time? Or did Yoongi tease you again, only to put you off until later?

A bit hesitant you returned the kiss when you felt his tongue on your lips. You did not want to be left sitting there hot and ready again. Yoongi felt your reluctance and interrupted the kiss. He leaned back a bit and looked at you with a frown. “What’s wrong? Have I done something wrong? Is this going too fast for you?”

You looked at him with indignation for a moment before you gave an ironic laugh. “Too fast? Yoongi, we’ve talked about this so many times…”

You looked up just in time to see the short twitch of the corners of his mouth. Quickly he hid it again behind his played worried masquerade. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby.”

“You’re an idiot,” you mumbled and wanted to get up from his lap, but Yoongi held you tight at your hips and pressed you harder into his lap. You gasped for air as something hard pressed right into your crotch.

“Oh, am I?” he asked innocently and began to circle your hips against his crotch. You could practically feel his erection swelling by the second. You gave in to the good feeling that was spreading inside of you and between your legs for a moment before you put your hands on his and stopped him in his movement.

Seriously you looked at him. “I’m really serious, Yoongi. I don’t want to wait any longer and if you don’t want to do it yet, for whatever reason,” you ignored how defiant you sounded, “then let’s just stop it at this point and continue watching your show.”

“Shall I explain again the reasons why I blocked the last few times?” he asked with an equally serious expression.

You immediately shook your head vigorously. “I’ve already listened to your lecture three times. I think I’m getting the hang of it.”

“Good,” Yoongi replied and his hands began to gently stroke your back before they finally buried themselves in your hair. “Then we’ve cleared everything up.”

For a moment, you were afraid that he would pull back and ask you to get up from his lap. All the more satisfied, and also a little excited, you were when he pushed your head down towards him and continued with the kiss exactly where you had stopped. Readily you opened your mouth and his tongue entered you. He explored your mouth, which he had gotten to know more than well over the past weeks, and absorbed your taste. He grunted contentedly into the kiss as you circled your hips against his.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured into the kiss and a second later he pressed his mouth firmly back onto yours. Slowly he let his hands slide under your shirt and you shivered slightly as you felt his cool, slightly rough fingertips on your naked skin. You could still taste the hint of coffee on his tongue as his played with yours. Your whole body felt like it was on fire and his cold hands almost burned on your heated skin. You wanted more, you needed more. You pressed your lips harder, more willingly on his and Yoongi seemed to understand.

He grabbed the hem of your t-shirt and pulled it over your head in one quick movement. His eyes moved directly over your upper body and he absorbed all the information he saw before he looked into your eyes again. “I’ll probably never get used to this sight,” he said and spread many small, almost harmless kisses on your jaw and neck and décolleté. As he kissed further down and reached your shoulder, he once lightly bit your collarbone, eliciting a hissing sound from you. But Yoongi licked right across the spot with his tongue as if he wanted to ease the pain.

You had your eyes closed to concentrate on Yoongi’s lips, which sucked at your neck and made you moan. So you blindly fumbled for his shirt and pulled it over his head as well. You could never get enough of him, of his light, almost pale skin, his contrasting jet black hair, which was running in a single strip from his belly button to the waistband of his jeans, or the muscles, which tensed and relaxed with every movement. And of course the fine black lines that carried your name. You wondered if you would ever not feel your heart pounding when your gaze fell on it. It was almost a surprise every time you saw the tattoo.

“Do you want to take this to your bedroom?” you asked the question you had never dared to ask before. But now seemed like the perfect moment. Hopefully Yoongi felt the same way.

He pressed a kiss on your neck and on the spot where a dark blue hickey would probably be seen later on, before he looked at you from half closed eyes. His chest rose and fell faster than normal and it seemed as if he had to catch his breath again before he nodded. He gripped your thighs with a firm and secure grip and lifted you up without further ado. Quickly you wrapped your arms around his neck and could not suppress the giggle as he kicked his bedroom door with his foot and it slammed against the wall. “Not so rough,” you teased him and he gave you a meaningful look before he laid you down on the bed with your back first.

“Let’s see if you say that in a moment.” He didn’t waste a second and was right above you. His mouth found yours and he lowered his hips. You willingly spread your legs so he could get between them. He grabbed your thigh and you wrapped it around his hip, always hoping to somehow pull him even closer to you. “Fuck, I’m so hard,” he moaned as his pelvis touched yours. He didn’t need to tell you that, you felt his cock more than clearly between your legs. Your fingers trembled slightly, you didn’t know from excitement or arousal, when you started to undo the buttons on his jeans. With some effort you pulled the tight jeans off his ass and he straightened up to take them off completely.

You couldn’t help but stare. Your gaze was caught directly on his black boxer shorts, under which a distinct tent could be seen. Unconsciously you rubbed your thighs together to bring some friction to the place where you needed it most. You heard a throat clear and looked up in surprise. “My eyes are up here,” Yoongi said with a little smile. You straightened up slightly and reached behind you to open the fastener of your bra. Without paying much attention, you dropped it on the floor next to the bed.

Immediately Yoongi lay down between your legs again and spread small kisses on your belly, around your belly button and further up until he finally arrived just below your left breast. There he devoted himself extensively to the tattoo, on which he distributed countless kisses and traced the fine lines with his tongue. You let your head roll to the side with a sigh when you felt his fingers on your other breast and he kneaded it gently. As he carefully rolled your nipple between two of his fingers, you couldn’t help but moan.

He had moved from your tattoo to your breast and started sucking on your nipple. Only the loud sucking of his mouth and tongue and your moaning could be heard as he circled his tongue around your nipple. You could feel him grinning as he released your nipple with a loud pop and started to move down again. He grabbed the waistband of your pants and started to pull them down in a slow, teasing movement. You wiggled your legs impatiently to speed up the process, but Yoongi grabbed your ankles and looked at you seriously from below.

“We’ll take it slow or not at all,” he said and his voice showed you that he was not open to discussion. “This is your first time and I want it to be as enjoyable as possible.”

“You are here, so that’s already enough,” you returned without hesitation, but Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“I mean it, Y/N. The first time is usually not as great as it’s always shown in movies. At least not the sex itself. That’s why I want to make the rest of it as pleasant as possible. Deal?”

You looked at him for a moment and wondered if it was worth discussing. You wanted him, everything from him and best of all right now. But he looked at you as seriously as you had hardly seen him before, and that showed you that he was serious about it. Therefore, after a short consideration, you nodded and let yourself sink back into the soft cushions. He gave you a short kiss on the calf and with a mixture of kisses and slight flicks of his tongue, he made his way further and further upwards. Centimeter by centimeter he explored the skin on your legs and when he reached your thighs and his soft lips nibbled slightly on the skin on the inside, you squirmed a bit.

He made a dissatisfied sound and wrapped his hands tightly around your thighs so that you could not move them. “Yoongi…” you whimpered and tried to push him further towards your core with your hands in his hair. The glance he gave you when he realized what you were doing went right through you, and you felt your slip already sticking on you, so wet you were. He clicked briefly with his tongue and you watched the movement with anticipation. He shook his head slightly and muttered something of which you only understood the two words “impatient” and “brat”.

But even he seemed to have had enough of the slow pace for now, when he took one hand off your leg and carefully pushed your slip aside with one finger. You sighed as the cold air hit your heated opening and Yoongi also sighed at the sight he saw. You, under him and completely devoted to him, while your opening almost throbbed and begged to be filled with something. His mouth was almost watering when he noticed your juice dripping out of you, so aroused were you. Unconsciously he licked his lips before he buried his head between your legs and took a first taste of you.

He moaned as his tongue slipped over your labia and with one long movement he licked as much of you as possible. You arched your back and were glad to have Yoongi’s hands that held you down as you moaned loudly. Oh God, you did not know where to go. Where to put your hands, which were buried in the blanket at the moment. Where to put that indescribable feeling that radiated from your lower abdomen and consumed you completely. Yoongi’s tongue circled around your clit and you whimpered.

“Oh God, Yoongi,” you moaned and he took one of your hands to bury it in his dark curls. “Fuck, please don’t stop.” You pressed him harder between your legs and he sucked on your plump bundle of nerves, hard. The knot in your abdomen tightened and you already had the feeling that you were about to come. By yourself it took you minutes, sometimes even hours and nothing felt as good as Yoongi, who could send shivers through your entire body with the smallest of movements.

You could feel him grinning before he took one hand off your leg. You let your legs slide a little further apart to give him enough room and a moment later you felt one of his fingers at your opening. He rubbed his finger over your labia and coated it with your moisture before he started to press it against your opening. “We have to prepare you,” you heard him murmuring softly, but the only thing you could concentrate on was his tongue, which was still working on your clit, and his finger, which slowly penetrated you. Almost gently, he advanced centimeter by centimeter, so you could get used to him. When he had completely penetrated you, he slowly pulled it out of you again. The next time he penetrated you, his ring finger joined him and you held your breath as he stretched you.

He gave you a kiss on your inner thigh when two of his fingers were buried deep inside you. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he praised you and returned to your clitoris. He enveloped it with his lips and sucked on it while his fingers began to curl and search for that slightly rough spot inside you. Your eyes opened and you gasped loudly for air when Yoongi’s fingers found that spot and you heard him laugh softly. Over and over again, he hit your G-spot with every further curl of his fingers, and his tongue and lips sent white heat over you, so you had to squeeze your eyes together because you felt like you couldn’t stand this overwhelming feeling otherwise.

“Yoongi–,” you began, but you couldn’t get another word out. Instead, indefinable sounds followed, all of which suddenly stopped with a particularly hard curl of his fingers against your G-spot. Your mouth fell open as a hot wave of excitement swept over you, bringing your orgasm with it. Yoongi’s name fell from your lips like a mantra as he helped you squeeze even the last drop of your orgasm before his fingers stopped inside you. He looked up and through almost closed eyes you saw his chin shining in the light of the bedroom. You let your head fall back again and felt the heat of the effort on your cheeks now joined by a little bit of embarrassment.

You felt Yoongi straighten up and when you opened your eyes again, he hovered right above you. “Are you okay?” he asked and stroked your cheek with his thumb. You nodded, that’s all you were capable of and you tried to control your breathing. “Good,” he whispered and wiped his chin with his forearm. You watched the movement and when he dropped his arm again, he raised his eyebrows with a grin.

“God, you are so hot,” it slipped out of you before you could think about it. Yoongi’s grin grew even bigger and he pressed his lips to yours. You could taste yourself and never thought that something like that would turn you on. But it did. You lifted your pelvis and pulled Yoongi between your legs again with the help of your leg, which you wrapped around his hips. His one leg was between yours and came in contact with your core. You moaned into the kiss and quickly reached for his boxer shorts, the last piece of clothing that was still left.

Yoongi helped you pull them all the way down and his cock jumped free against his stomach. You couldn’t help but gently grab him and stroke your thumb over his tip, on which a considerable amount of pre cum had already formed. You spread them on his tip and Yoongi let his head drop with a groan. “Fuck,” you heard him murmuring and you started to move your hand slowly but steadily up and down. It wasn’t long before Yoongi pushed his hips towards you with every move you made and you couldn’t hold back the proud smile that spread across your face.

“Baby,” he said breathlessly and grabbed your wrist. When he looked up, your breath stopped. There was passionate lust in his eyes such as you had never seen in him before and his eyes were almost black, so much his pupils were dilated. You loosened your grip and he rummaged in his bedside table before he put a square package on the bed next to you. A bit intimidated you looked at it and you realized at once that only a few moments would separate you from finally becoming one with Yoongi.

Yoongi noticed your look and he grabbed your chin. “We don’t have to go all the way today, we can stop here,” he reassured you, but you shook your head immediately. If he would stop now, you would probably cry with disappointment.

“I want this,” you told him again to reassure him. He leaned back a little so he sat on his knees between your spread legs and grabbed the condom. He tore open the wrapping and with a skillful roll he put the condom on. You wondered if it was normal to find this hot or if it was just because of Yoongi. That he had so much experience reassured you immensely. He knew what he was doing and the thought alone made you squeeze your legs together.

“But if there’s anything wrong, if you feel uncomfortable for even a moment… please let me know immediately,” he whispered and you nodded.

He took one deep breath before he supported himself with one hand next to your head and with the other hand grabbed his cock to guide it to your opening. “Normally I would suggest that we use lube,” he said with a grin and looked up at you for a moment before he looked back between your two bodies, “But you’re so wet I can just glide into you.” You felt his thick tip at your entrance and tried to relax.

Yoongi leaned down to you and kissed you gently while at the same time he penetrated you slightly. Your breath faltered as he stretched you much further than his two fingers had done and you could swear that you were holding your breath as he pushed his way into you bit by bit. The first feeling of discomfort disappeared quickly as he slowly pulled himself out of you and entered you again, all at a slow pace to get used to him. Until even the last feeling of too much disappeared and gave way to pure pleasure.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and let him know that he could pick up his pace. You smiled at him and he dropped his head on your shoulder. His hot breath hit your collarbone as he let his hip snap hard against yours in the next move. You stifled a choked moan as he did the exact same thing again and the clapping from skin to skin was added to your passionate moans.

His hand found your hip and his fingers pressed into your flesh as he picked up a faster pace. With each thrust, his cock stroked past your G-spot and your inner walls were practically sucking him in, hoping to feel more and more of him.

“Baby, you are so… fuck. You’re so tight,” he brought out between thrusts and you clung to his back just to get a little more support. You needed something to hold on to and his muscular back was practically inviting. He pushed hard into you one more time before he came to a halt deep inside you. He breathed heavily and between breaths he spread wet kisses all over your neck. Then he straightened up, took your arms and placed them on his shoulders. You understood and your heart was pounding up to your neck as he placed one hand on your lower back and pressed you firmly against him and a moment later you had switched positions.

However, he did not release the tight grip around you and wrapped his arms around your upper body before giving you a passionate kiss. You felt him twitch inside you as you bit his lower lip and held it for a moment between your teeth before releasing it again.

“You are breathtaking,” he said between two kisses and caressed your back. When he had reached your butt, he grabbed both buttocks with his hands and kneaded them, causing you to sigh softly. He pressed you closer into his lap before you let your hips slide back again. When you let yourself sink back into Yoongi’s lap, you felt his cock sliding even deeper into you. You both moaned at the same time. He let himself fall backwards onto the pillows and his hands remained firmly on your hips. They gave you support and guidance how you should move. He looked at you through almost closed eyes and your gaze fell further down, where he bit his lower lip. You stopped your movements and stroked your thumb over it, releasing it.

“I want to hear you, Yoongs,” you told him honestly and he gave you a little kiss on your thumb.

“You are so beautiful how you ride me, baby,” he said and his gaze fell on the spot where your two bodies met and connected. As you continued to circle your hips and move up and down, you began to gently circle your clitoris. You almost cried out when your finger touched it, you needed the touch so much. Your eyes closed so that you missed Yoongi’s gulp as he absorbed the sight in front of him. He looked at the tattoo, which was more than prominent on your skin, and he stroked it with his finger. You opened your eyes again and grabbed his wrist, only to place his hand a few inches higher on your breast. You didn’t need to tell him twice and he let your nipple roll between his fingers.

You felt your abdomen contract again at the next, new spot where you felt stimulation and you knew that you would not last long after your last orgasm. You let your fingers work faster and harder on your clitoris and Yoongi helped you to pick up a faster rhythm with his free hand.

“Are you close?” he asked breathlessly and you nodded while squinting your eyes and concentrating on the feeling between your legs. That’s why you didn’t see Yoongi put his feet on the mattress and pulled you to his chest with a sudden tug and pressed you against him with his hands on your hips. You needed that, otherwise you would have flew up towards the ceiling when he let his hips slam against yours hard.

“Oh… My… Fuck,” the words fell from your lips as Yoongi rammed your G-spot with every one of his thrusts. The friction of his pelvis against your clitoris did the rest, so that moments later you were pushed over the edge and had your second orgasm of the evening. Yoongi followed with a few more thrusts before he finally came to a stop deep inside you and emptied himself into the condom.

You both breathed heavily and stayed like that for a moment, both completely exhausted from the last hour. Only when you felt Yoongi slowly relaxing inside of you, did you start to stir again. You straightened up even though your arms and legs were like rubber and let him slide out of you. You immediately missed the feeling of him inside you, but you knew that the next time wouldn’t be too far away. He pulled the condom off and threw it in his trash can after he tied it. When he turned back to you, a small but satisfied smile played around his lips. Naturally, his hand placed itself on your hip and pulled you closer to him.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he said and gave you a kiss on the tip of your nose.

You had to grin. “Couldn’t have been any cornier, could it?” You laughed and Yoongi rolled his eyes, but he too joined in your laughter.

“If it’s the truth,” he almost muttered embarrassedly, and you couldn’t really see it in the dim light of the bedroom, but you thought a slight pink glow was shimmering across his cheeks.

Your heart almost burst at the sight of the man lying naked beside you, revealing his heart to you. And you knew that you didn’t have to hold back, you didn’t have to hide anything. Therefore you did not hesitate with the next sentence. “I love you, Yoongi.”

His eyes leapt towards you and fell on your smile that had spread on your face at your words. “What are you doing to me?” he asked more to himself than to you and pressed his lips to yours in a short kiss. Then he laid his forehead on yours, eyes still closed. “I love you too, Y/N.” And these few words woven around your tattoos and both your hearts like a promise.

A promise forever.

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Oh God, guys :(( I swear, I’m so sad ending this story. I really hope you liked the ending, I just couldn’t not give Jungkook a soulmate. He was too kind and cute in this story and I would have felt so bad if I wouldn’t have given him the happy ending he deserved.

This is probably one of my last stories with a soulmate au for a while (except for A Thousand Springs of course, this one is still going). I still have one more story planned (an OT7 one) but I really want to write something different now. I started writing a hybrid story with Taehyung and an one shot with Hoseok, so please look out for that :) I hope I can get a bit of writing done in the next few weeks. I’m not in the best place mentally right now and just frustrated because it’s so difficult finding a job. I swear, most companies look for a twenty something person with decades of experience, I can’t deal with any more rejections. But anyway, sorry for rambling.

I hope you liked this story and thank you for reading and leaving all this lovely feedback! I came back to all your kind comments and reblogs whenever I had a bad day and they made me so happy! So please stay safe everyone and see you hopefully soon! 💜

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