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808airsoftbros · 1 year

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Tight Pants (Yunjin) (S) (BXG)

Author: From now on (S) means SMUT. Hope you enjoy the story😉

Y/N’s POV

It was a clear, sunny, and beautiful day to be out walking with your best friend at the park. Yunjin was always so busy with her Idol life leaving her with little to no free time on her hands especially since she’s been busy with her group’s new song “Unforgiven”. But yeah, it’s always nice to spend what little time we have with each other.

At least that’s what it was supposed to be...

Instead of a sunny day, it was pouring out of nowhere, thankfully, Yunjin had an umbrella but unlucky me I forgot mine at home since I never thought I was going to need it and her umbrella was too small to shield us from the rain.

In no time, my entire outfit was soaked, and my feet never felt any more miserable as it felt like I stepped into the ocean with my shoe.

“Oh my God, Y/N you’re soaked! Come on, let’s go to my dorm, it’s a lot closer than your apartment!” She suggested.

“A-Are you sure, you’re members won’t be there?” I asked.

“No, they’re out hanging out with their friends or shopping at the mall!

Now come on, let’s go before you catch a cold!” She answered before grabbing my arm.

Running with haste, we quickly went get out of the park and take shelter at the bus stop.

Yunjin calls in a cab as her manager is on break, when the cab arrives, we hopped inside the back seat and directed the driver to her dorm.

Throughout the ride, Yunjin wraps around the towel we used for our picnic around me to keep me warm and prevent the seats from getting wet.

Once we arrived at her dorm, we paid the driver, get out of the car, and quickly go inside the dormitory building.

As we enter the building we go into the elevator, press the second floor button, and the elevator takes us to the next floor.

Once the metal doors opened, we walked into the corridor with Yunjin guiding me until we reached her dorm.

She unlocks the door using a keycard before signaling me to go in first, and I followed her instructions as she followed suit.

The door automatically shuts and the lights instantly turned on in the living room as the heater warms up the room.

“Stay here, I’ll get you some warm clothes,” She instructed.

“Wait, am I even going to fit into them?” I asked and she giggled.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, they’ll fit you just fine~,” She assured before winking at me causing me to blush.

Shaking my head, Yunjin goes upstairs to fetch me a spare change of clothes as I patiently wait for her to return.

About five minutes later, she comes downstairs with a pair of neatly folded pajamas.

“T-Thank you, Noona...” I softly replied as I was shivering.

“Anything for my best friend,” She said and I nodded.

Yeah... Best friend... One thing, I forgot to mention is that I have liked- no loved her for a very long time.

Sadly, it doesn’t appear that she’s aware of it as she’s too busy with her work life and I only assume she doesn’t feel the same way as I do.

Anyway, not much I can do about it, I walked up the stairs to the bathroom, placed the change of clothes on the sink counter, undressed myself, and step inside the shower.

Shutting the glass door, I turned the faucet to warm water, soaking myself before rubbing soap on my body.

Looking to see what body wash and shampoo I could use, there was a wide variety which isn’t surprising considering they take good care of their bodies.

“Crap... Which one should I use? I don’t want to make Noona’s bandmates angry...” I asked myself as I contemplated my decisions.

“You can use that head shoulders and the dove body wash right there!” I hear a voice pointed out.

“Oh, why thank you-” I was about to say until I realized that someone was inside the bathroom with me.

Looking out the glass to see who that voice came from, it was of course Yunjin causing me to jump, nearly slip because of the slippery tiles, and cover my dick.

“What the fuck?! How long were you here?!” I shockingly asked and she giggled.

“Hehehe~. As I said, you can use the head and shoulders and the dove body wash, that’s mine but you can use them for today, and to answer your question, only for a few minutes.” She explained and I deeply sighed.

“Thanks, Noona... But can I please have some privacy?” I asked and she smirked.

“Nah, I think I’ll stay besides you’ve got a nice body~. When did you start working out~?” She playfully asked me and I shook my head.

“Just get out please...” I replied.

“Whatever you say, Y/N boo boo~,” She said before leaving the bathroom making me sigh in relief.

Jeez, what is with this woman? She was never like this before... Yunjin was kind, cute, and most importantly innocent.

Anyway, once I finished taking my shower, I dried myself using the towel hanging on the rack and put on the clothes that Yunjin provided me.

Unfortunately, they were pretty damn tight exposing my abs a little but what really sucked is that it revealed my bulge.

“Well, it’s only for one night... Besides what’s the worse that can happen?” I said to myself.

Getting out of the bathroom, I placed the wet clothes in the laundry bin as Yunjin instructed and go downstairs.

“Ah, I see you finished cleaning up, how do you feel?” She asked.

“I feel much better, Noona, thank you for letting me use the shower,” I replied and she smiled.

“It’s nothing, come, sit with me, I wanna watch binge-watch Netflix!” She said as she patted on the couch.

Sitting on the couch next to her, she turns on the TV, sets the channel to the Netflix app, and plays a random Kdrama movie.

The drama was just like any other typical romantic genre but there were some funny scenes that we laughed at.

However, there was one spicy scene where the actor and actress had sex as they kissed like it was the last thing they’d do on this planet.

It didn’t help that the fact my friend down there is having a mind of its own, meaning that I’m getting a massive boner and the tight pants makes it quite obvious.

Taking the pillow and blanket beside me, I covered it up and Yunjin to hopefully focus her attention on the movie rather than my big ass knob.

Just as I thought I dodged a bullet, Yunjin suddenly places her hand on my thigh and it was dangerously close to my cock making me anxious and worried.

“Shit...” I said in my mind as I prayed she doesn’t discover my boner.

“Is everything okay, Y/N, your face is so red and you're even sweating, do you have a fever?” She asked as she places her hand on my forehead.

“Uhhh... Yeah, I’m totally fine, it’s just that scene makes me nervous, that’s all,” I lied.

“Ah, I see, I’ll skip it then,” She replied and I sighed in relief.

Seeing that I dodged yet another close one, I was proven wrong again as she wrapped around my cock.

“Huh? What’s this?” She wondered as she slightly tightened her grip making me cringe.

“What is it?” I nervously asked as the boner and the tight pants is making me feel uncomfortable.

“I don’t know, hold on, I’m taking off the blanket,” She replied and my eyes widened.

“N-No, I’ll get cold,” I pointed out and she raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t worry, you big baby, I’ll only take a glance,” She assured.

Fuck... I’m doomed...

Yunjin removes the blanket, takes a glance to figure out what she was gripping onto earlier, and notices my big bulge.

“Y-Y/N...” She said as her eyes widened at the sight of my boner.

“U-Uhm... I like to stuff Japanese cucumbers into my pants, yeah! It’s a hobby of mine!” I lied.

“Japanese cucumbers...?” She asked and I nodded.

“Baby, do I look stupid to you? This is your dick, now be honest, is it frustrating and uncomfortable to have this under your pants?” She asked and I sighed before nodding.

“S-Sorry, Noona, this is so embarrassing, I’ll take care of it!” I replied before getting up from the couch.

Right when I was about to get up, she pins me back down and straddles onto my lap.

“There’s no need to be ashamed, baby, we all get horny sometimes, even me, and right now, I’m soaking wet just looking at your huge cock, and not only that, there’s something else I wanted to confess.” She explained.

“W-What is it?” I nervously asked and she smirked.

“I’ve loved you for so long but you’re too dense to see it and I know you love me too, so how about I help you out with this tight situation as your girlfriend, what do you say~?” She offered and I gulped.

“O-Of course, Noona, I’d love to be your boyfriend,” I answered and she smiled.

“Good boy~,” She replied before getting off the couch and onto her knees.

Slowly, she lowered my pants along with my underwear revealing my nine-inch cock making her drool and stare.

“God, you’re so huge, and you’ve been hiding this from me the whole time but now I get to have it all to myself~,” She said as she jerked me off.

“Mmmmmm~.” I moaned.

“Do you like this baby boy~? Let me lubricate you first~,” She said before taking my length into her mouth.

Welcoming the warm feeling around my shaft, she could barely reach the base without it hitting the back of her throat.

“God Jen, it feels so fucking good~,” I moaned.

Meeting her gaze, I could see the sheer lust and love in her eyes turning me on even more as she kept bobbing her head up and down.

After a few moments, she takes my dick out of her mouth, undresses her tank top, shorts, and undergarments showing off her nude body.

Not wasting anytime, I picked her up, went upstairs to her room, placing her onto the bed before hungrily sucking her tits.

“Yes baby just like that, mark my tits, they’re all yours~,” She said before loudly moaning.

Afterward, I take off my shirt revealing my three abs, Yunjin slowly traces the lines and couldn’t take her eyes off of it.

“Since when did you get so hot~?” She asked.

“I’ve been working out the past few years since you started training,” I answered and she giggled.

“Good, because rememebr this is all mine now, and nobody else can have it, understood~?” She whispered into my ear sending chills down my spine.

“Y-Yes, Noona,” I answered and she smiled.

Continueing where we left off, I slowly insesrt my length into her pussy and she clenched her teeth in pain as this was our first time together.

“A-Am I hurting you?” I asked.

“I-It’s okay, just keep going,” She insisted and I nodded.

Pumping my dick in and out, she was tight as fuck, Yunjin leans foward to grab a hold of my shoulder as I slowly pounded her.

“That’s it, I want you to impregnant me, baby, give me your babies~,” She said.

“B-But isn’t that a little too quick?” I worringly asked.

“You let me worry about the details, now do it~?” She replied before moaning.

As we continued making love for hours maybe, my balls felt tight and her walls started to squeeze my dick to death.

“Shit, I’m close baby~!” She warned.

“Same here,” I replied.

“Do it, cum inside your Noona, I know you want to~!” She insisted.

At the same time, we both came, but I was scared because I actually did it inside of her meaning that she could get pregnant.

We both collapsed onto each other on the bed, catching our breaths, looking at her face, even with messy hair she was still beautiful as she gave me a tired and loving look.

“A-Are you going to get pregnant?” I worringly asked and she laughed.

“Don’t worry, baby, I only said that to motivate you, I’m still on protection so will be fine.” She assured and I sighed in relief.

“So what you said earlier, you love me? Or is it because of lust?” I curiously asked and she shook her head.

“No, baby, I meant what I said, I truly love you, do you feel the same?” She asked.

“Of course, Noona, I’ve loved for you so long but I didn’t think you’d share the same feelings as I do,” I answered and she smiled before pecking my lips.

“Well, I’m happy to hear that and I promise to marry you in the future, maybe after my dating ban is lifted,” She promised and I chuckled.

“Yeah, probably best if we kept this secret otherwise you’ll get in huge trouble,” I replied.

“Hehe~. I love you so much, baby, til death do us part~,” She said before carressing my cheek.

“I love you too, Noona, til death do us part~,” I replied and we cuddled for the night.

#kpopgg #kpop gg #kpop smut #jennifer huh #yunjin #le sserafim #le sserafim yunjin #hype labels #bxg #girl group smut #girl group scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop idol

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finitevoid · 7 months

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HI BLAKE 💕 I just got in from the theatre so I'm a bit late BUT some prompts for you (Descendants or TWST or even OC, whatever speaks to your soul): 1. the light we strayed from, 12. sunlight sadness, 16. when the trees sleep 25. paper thin reality (no pressure to write all these ofc, just take what vibes <3)

HI SPARROW don't apologize for being late there was no pressure to respond in the first place. also what did you see at the theater. Anyway I went with TWST mostly because it lives in my brain at the moment.

the light we strayed from

"Shit," Silver hisses, jerking his thumb in surprise. He examines his hand with a cold sort of calmness, watching as a blot of red appears on the pad of his thumb. He observes the cut quietly, a strange fascination in his eyes. He doesn't appear to be in pain; then again, Lilia can't recall Silver vocalizing pain since he reached adolescence.

It was sort of unsettling, watching him spar with the equivalently aged Sebek. They would tussle and fight, and when Sebek won, Silver would stand tall, bruises shining purple in the light. But when Silver won, Sebek would sit on his rump and cry until Lilia or Malleus graced him with a healing spell.

"Goodness me," Lilia says, pressing a theatrical hand to his chest. "My little boy? Swearing?"

"Please, father," his beleaguered son sighs, pulling out his magical pen. He taps the bleeding hand twice, and then the skin is knitting itself back together.

Lilia observes as Silver hooks his pen back into his belt and sets about washing the excess blood from his skin. "That was probably the first spell I ever taught you, wasn't it?"

"Yes, to help with my training," Silver replies absently, distracted by getting soap underneath his fingernails. The running tapwater almost drowns out his voice.

"No," Lilia says, a little sharp. "It had nothing to do with your training."

Silver shuts off the water to turn around and raise an eyebrow at Lilia. "What? No? Sebek and I would use it after sparring, remember? We had to learn it so we would be allowed to use real swords."

Lilia smiles a little, because that's what Lilia does when the world gets a little too complicated for their little family. Lilia swings himself up onto the counter beside his son. It makes him taller than him, again; it felt like the blink of an eye, the time it took for Silver to go from tiny and toddling to grown and towering.

"I taught it to you when you were very, very young," he taps Silver on the nose, who startles, blinking at the offending finger, "because you kept sneaking out of my house and going off gallivanting through the woods. I was so worried you were going to get hurt," he sets a hand on Silver's head, who ducks a little, submitting to the affection. "But everytime I found you, you were talking to the birds."

I wonder where that little boy went, he thinks, but does not say. He knows. That little boy was lost in the grain and grooves of a sword.

2. sunlight sadness

“I miss the sun,” Ruggie sighs wistfully, tipping his face towards the faux sky of the Savanaclaw dorm. He’s splayed out on the sand, dressed in his dorm uniform, sans the boots.

“What are you talking about?” Jack asks, staring at him incredulously. “This is the sunniest dorm in the school. We don’t even have that shaded awning Scarabia has,” he’s baffled. The Savanaclaw dorm is a desert— magically made or not. It’s modeled after the Sunset Savanna, in everything from its hot sand to its palmy plants to its scorching afternoons. Sometimes Jack feels like the only member of the dorm from somewhere where it’s actually cold.

“It’s not the same.” Ruggie says, with a sarcastic sort of finality. His eyes are shut and his face is stil pointed up, letting the sunlight drip onto his cheeks.

“It’s the sun.”

“No, it’s not.” He gestures widely with an arm. “It’s magic.”

“It feels like the sun to me.”

“Magic has a smell,” Ruggie tells him, opening his eyes. He curls his knees up to himself, and he sets his chin on top of them. It makes him look extraordinarily small. “It has a taste. A tang, really. If one of the dorms was snowy,” he continues, “wouldn’t you be able to tell the difference?”

Jack shifts in place, his silence conceding Ruggie’s point. With a sigh, he sits next to him, crossing his arms. He tilts his head up towards the sun, and let’s it cover him the way it’s covering Ruggie. It still doesn’t feel right.

“Have you ever been to the Savanna?” Ruggie asks. He’s setting his cheek on his knee, blinking inquisitive eyes at Jack.

He looks at him out of the corner of his eye. “Why would I have?”

Ruggie points to his ears. Then, he points to Jack’s. Jack smacks Ruggie’s hand out of the air. “I know that. You can’t possibly think all Beastmen live in the Savanna.”

Ruggie shrugs. “It just seems like a shame, is all.” He turns away, and then all Jack can see is the wavy poof of his hair, covering his profile. “You actually like Leona, and you aren’t even from the Savanna. Maybe if you were…” he’s quiet. “Maybe I should stop talking.” He chuckles.

“I wonder a lot why the mirror put me here,” Jack replies, unsettled. “But I think it’s because of him.”

“Maybe,” Ruggie concedes. “Maybe.”

I’ll do the other two in a few, thank you for the prompts, Sparrow <3

#my writing*#twisted wonderland #twst Silver #lilia vanrouge #ruggie bucchi #jack howl

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seakicker · 2 years

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What do you use when it comes to shaving your pubic hair down there? I am asking because I am obviously doing sonething wrong - I use shaving cream and razors if I decide not to trim it, but the thing is I get itchy + razor spots. How do I avoid this? I have never tried waxing either, too squeamish. Currently just trimming it until I figure out what I am doing wrong.

hi!!! so i don’t really shave my pubes anymore because i prefer the hairy look— i just trim to keep it tidy and shave my bikini line— but back when i used to shave my outer labia, my routine was:

1) before you do any shaving, trim the hair as short as you can bc long hairs can get tangled in the razor and result in you not getting a smooth, clean shave just bc there’s only so much the razors can do. so make sure you’re trimming your hair as short as you can before you decide to shave!

2) run a BATH if possible instead of shaving in the shower— allowing your skin to soak in warm/hot water for a while helps relax your pores and make shaving easier. granted, this isn’t always possible esp if you live in a campus dorm or a small apartment, as they’re often shower-only— in this case, just run a warm shower and let the water run down your body for as long as you can before shaving

3) with your usual soap/shower gel, gently wash yourself down there as normal, massaging your skin as you go. rinse off the soap

4) with a gentle exfoliator or sugar scrub—be careful to avoid your vagina because your pussy does not like sugar— gently scrub over your outer labia and the pubic region above your pussy for a couple of minutes. this helps further relax your pores, scrub away dead skin, sebum, sweat, menstrual blood, and anything else you may find down there. (this is my fave part i love it)

make sure you’re done washing and exfoliating yourself BEFORE you shave because your pores are the most open and sensitive right after you shave so you don’t wanna risk irritating your pores or anything with your soap and scrub!

5) lather yourself up with shaving cream (even if you don’t have sensitive skin, i still recommend sensitive shaving cream bc your labia is a delicate area and these kinds of shaving cream generally provide more moisture) and shave IN THE DIRECTION THE HAIR GROWS, not against it!!!! this is big!!!! shave in the direction the hair grows and take it slow, there’s no rush. try to avoid shaving the same spot multiple times because your pores don’t really like that— do good, slow strokes until you’re all shaven

6) when you’re all done showering, rinse yourself off and PAT yourself dry down there, don’t rub with your towel. don’t irritate your pores! after you’ve dried off and given your skin time to relax, gently lotion your outer labia (again keep this away from your pussy) and pubic area with an unscented/gentle lotion 💗

so there’s a fuck ton of prep and steps but its sooo worth it. back when i used to do this, i legit never itched down there as the hair grew back in and i felt super smooth thanks to the exfoliation and lotion. good luck and remember all the usual shaving tips apply—don’t use an old/dull/rusty razor, don’t go too fast, etc. let me know if you find this works for you!

#chats

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tickledpink31 · 2 years

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Will Minako tell the boys about the culture and language of the Philippines? Anyone dare to insult Filipino culture?

Not going to answer the second question because I find it uncomfortable to answer.

But yes, Minako does like involving Japanese and Pinoy traditions and into her lifestyle. She often expresses her heritage in food or holidays. Filipino culture is such a phenomenon to me because although we’re Asian, the Spanish influences on our country are quite heavy.

When it comes to languages, Minako is more fluent in Tagalog than Japanese. She also swears a lot in Tagalog, a habit that she got from her mother who was a bit of a sailor mouth.

We have this tradition called “Kamayan,” which means to eat with our hands. That might appeal to some of the boys at the prospect of not having to wash a lot of dishes since there is no cutlery involved and the food is plated on banana leaves that you can just throw away. Some don’t like it because they prefer having their hands clean while eating.

To celebrate Christmas (or in Twisted Wonderland’s case, Winter Holiday), people would find Minako making traditional Filipino Christmas star decorations that we call parol. Malleus even helped put lights in the stars. The glowing stars hanging on the windows makes the dorm look enchanting at night.

Filipinos also tend to celebrate Christmas for months, and I mean MONTHS!!! We start celebrating from September, and we’re usually not done until February. Minako doesn’t really do that though. She loves Christmas, but she and her family are among the people who are annoyed that Christmas music is already playing on the radio as soon as November hits.

Parties! For someone who leans more into introversion, Minako’s great at throwing parties or just hosting in general. She caters the best food and the pabitin game (rack of goodies, our own kind of pinata) is always fun on her birthday.

Filipino dramas may not have the same level of insanity as Spanish or Indian soap operas, but they have their moments. We even have our own Pinoy version of the famous Spanish telenovela, María la del Barrio. You know, the soap opera that gave us this iconic scene.

Vil gets introduced into ABS-CBN soap operas. He’s caught in between hating how cheesy and over-the-top the performance of the actors are but also secretly liking it. He catches on pretty quickly that the moment a character speaks English during an argument, it’s SERIOUS. Meanwhile, Lilia is eating up his popcorn when a physical fight breaks out between the bida (the heroine) and the contrabida (the villainess). He lives for the screaming, hair-pulling, and slapping after someone’s been cheating on his wife. Anyone getting pushed down the stairs has him at the edge of the seat no matter how many times he’s seen that cliché.

Augh, the cgi of the fantasy soap operas makes Idia cringe. It’s so low-quality. Too bad though because Minako decided to show him one of the many adaptations of Mars Ravelo’s Dyesebel.

This one Pinoy show, Kara Mia, while I’ve never watched it myself, seeing the preview terrified me to an uncomfortable degree because of the two faces sharing a single body. They try to paint it as a cute friendship between the two faces, but everyone who has laid witness to the show were green at the gills.

Ah, I think that’s all I have for now. I’m out of brain juice.

#ask #twisted wonderland x harry potter #twisted wonderland #harry potter #epics of ink and light #epics of ink & light #twisted wonderland x mc #harry potter oc #oc: minako nezumi #malleus draconia #vil schoenheit #lilia vanrouge #idia shroud

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alovelywaytospendanevening · 7 months

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Peyton Place: The Novel That Shocked America

First appearing in 1956, Grace Metalious' Peyton Place blew the lid off the hypocritical conformity of small-town, postwar America. Considered the nation’s first “blockbuster” book, the novel both shocked and secretly delighted readers with its portrayal of sex, secrets, scandal, and even adultery, incest, and abortion. Selling 100,000 copies in its first month and at least 12 million more later, the book was so popular that it entered The New York Times Best Seller list a week before it was published. It inspired a film adaptation nominated for nine Oscars and network television’s first primetime soap, which once drew 60 million viewers three nights a week and helped launch the careers of Mia Farrow and Ryan O’Neal. (x)

Peyton Place was oddly familiar and yet jarringly strange not only because the novel shocked but also because in the minds of many readers the distinction between the imaginary realm of fiction and the reality of their lives was surprisingly effaced—a reality at best vaguely articulated and at times described as quite “unreal,” there being no words to express certain experiences, and thus no way to mark them off as such. Reading Peyton Place provoked an uncanny recognition, a glimpse into a somewhat frightening realm readers knew existed but could express in only a vague, inarticulate way, a taboo landscape, out of the public eye, that spoke to the silent fears and ambiguous emotions fans struggled to describe. Almost always, their stories begin with subterfuge:

“It was the kind of book mothers would hide under the bed,” a professor of English recalled.

“It was the first time I remember hiding anything from my husband. I kept it in the ice box, behind his beer.”

“I kept it hidden in the basement and used to sneak down there to read it.”

“I always carried it inside a brown paper wrapper. But that became pretty obvious, so my girlfriend and I slipped the dust jacket of Gone With the Wind—they were about the same size—over Peyton Place. But we still got yelled at—my teacher hated Gone With the Wind.”

“I kept it under the mattress. It was the only place close to me at night.”

“Oh, I had this big sock I’d use at Christmas. I’d shove Peyton Place down its long leg when my mother came in to say good night. It looked like a snake had eaten it.”

“In the toilet tank. We had one of those old-fashioned water closets, you know. The top had a little shelf where I hid stuff. Peyton Place sat there next to my Playboy magazines.”

“Under my pillow.”

“In a bag. A very deep bag.”

“Way up on the top shelf. My husband was short so he never much looked up there.”

“Under the lower bunk beds in the dorm. The nuns found it anyway and gave us hell. Then they took it back to the convent. We know they read it ’cause the sister who did the cleaning told us she had found it open on a table and what a disgrace it was to see it there. And I think they knew that we knew ’cause nothing was ever said about it and my folks were never notified, which was totally surprising!”

Metalious’s biographer Emily Toth tells the story of Michael True who while stationed at Fort Chaffee, Arkansas, in the late 1950s, “could walk down the center aisle of any barracks and see forty men lying on their bunks, all still in army boots, reading the paperback version of Peyton Place.” (x)

#peyton place #grace metalious #history #lit #literature #books #booklr #vintage #1950s

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ploykantida · 10 months

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I guess my mental health has been pretty intact so I haven't been on here as much. However, I'm not saying that I am losing it right now. On the contrary, I've been doing really well. My life is going the way I wanted it to or even better. It feels good to type this out.

Anyways, I just want to come on here to get my thoughts about one quote I saw on tik tok (duh) out in prints because it was very interesting and I missed typing on here. It's fun and I have time to spare, why not? right?

So the quote was something along the line of "once you move out of your childhood home, that house no longer exists" and as heartbreaking and startling as that sentence is, I do agree. I know it from firsthand experience. The last couple of times I had gone home have been weird for me. The house looks almost exactly the same. Just an old townhouse that looks pretty run down but cozy and full of love and memories of generations of Chinese immigrants family. But I found myself not feeling at ease like I used to. I found myself refusing to sleep in the childhood bedroom that I once spent months grieving over when I outgrew it. I found myself eating in a different cornor of the round dining circle and feel alienated. While rubbing my body with unfamiliar soap that my mother and I have been sharing for the past ten years, I realized for the first time that the bathroom is very small.

I was at lost for words. I didn't know where my childhood home is anymore and the thought of it is breaking my heart. Another thing that I realized once I came back to my dorm was that I will never actually live in that house again. It has just been visits for the last two years and it will continue to be just a visit for the rest of my life. That's the truth that I now am trying to live with.

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meowmaids · 1 year

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In the same way everyone should have universal basic income, free healthcare, free meds, free mobility devices, free menstrual products of your choice, free food, free water, never pay rent or mortgage ect Ect

I really truly believe soap and toilet paper should also be free and incredibly easy to access! Both are essential personal products and should be looked at as a part of healthcare because they are necessary for daily life!

Im in college during the pandemic and thankfully hand sanitizer and masks are easy to access at my school and we received KN 95s from the government for awhile last yr! But bc soap and toilet paper are not provided when a dorm went into lock down we had to order it for delivery or ask friends to bring them to us! I can’t remember if we were in lockdown but I twice we ran out of toilet paper when I was on my period

So yea everyone innately has the right to food, healthcare, housing AND soap + toilet paper!! If you need something to live and stay well it should be yours without price

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 2 years

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SKZ Drabble-Hyunjin

You're a vampire. He's a werewolf. You live in the same dorm, but that doesn't mean you have to interact right? Wrong. Cue every Friday and Saturday night in the basement laundry mat.

Tags: Stray Kids, SKZ, SKZ Drabble, SKZ imagines, SKZ reactions, SKZ scenarios, Fluff, crack, vampire au, werewolf au, SKZ!vampires, Hwang Hyunjin, Hyunjin, Hyunjin x you, Hyunjin x reader, Stay

Genre: Fluff, crack

Title: Between the Rinse and Spin Cycle

You know it's him without looking. It's always him.

He sets his heavy laundry bag-black mesh straining-on the machine next to yours, and heaves out a sigh that reminds you too much of a kicked puppy.

You resist the urge to look at him as you select the delicate cycle.

"Mutt."

He doesn't look at you either, long fingers already pushing quarters into the slots of his machine.

"Blood-sucker."

You roll your eyes and as the washing machine rumbles to life, lean back against the warming metal, eyeing him in annoyance.

It had been like this ever since that first fateful Friday night, when both of you had shown up in the nearly empty dorm laundromat, dirty clothes in hand, quarters at the ready.

You had instantly smelled it.

And he had instantly let out a noise entirely too close to a low growl in the back of his throat.

And that was that.

You had come to the uneasy conclusion that neither of you were going to change their laundry doing schedule, because, between school and work and well, you know, nightly routines, there was no time quite like late on Friday and Saturday nights to frequent the deserted laundry room.

So now you tolerated-honestly that was a generous word-each other's presence for the few hours you saw each other on the weekends, the sound of tumbling clothes a constant background to the unfolding drama that was your relationship, if that even could be used in this instance.

You didn't think it should be.

Hyunjin finishes tossing his first load into the washer and slams the door shut with a bang, instantly hopping up to sit on the machine, his usual resting spot for the duration of his laundry endeavors, and eyes you with slightly annoyed amusement in his dark eyes.

"Did you bring your extra strength stain remover for all those blood stains you're gonna have to get out?"

You scoff and shoot him a glare. "Please. I'm not a messy eater. The only blood you'll likely ever see me have to get out is once a month when my uterus tries to kill me."

Hyujin raises a dark brow and it disappears into the blonde of his hairline, and you ignore the brief thought that he's entirely too pretty for one of his species, that he probably has fur the color of sunshine and soft as cashmere when he turns and paws the size of dinner plates.

"How nice of your victims to consider your linens."

You roll your eyes and glare down at the soap you're filling the machine with, all liquid and green and smelling like fresh cotton, whatever the hell that's supposed to smell like.

"As if. This isn't the dark ages. Some of us have advanced, unlike the dogs you must associate with. They're not victims. They're all willing, consensual participants in my feeding and their pleasure. But you probably wouldn't understand that."

Hyunjin laughs, a sharp, sarcastic note, and you resist the urge to look up at him as he leans forward, trying to peer into your face, the tilt of his head oddly reminiscent of a curious puppy, blonde hair falling into his face.

He's not cute. Don't think that.

"If you must know, Vampirina, I am never anything but a gentleman."

You hide the fact that your lips want to curve into the start of a smile as you look up to meet his gaze with a blank look.

"That's cute. Did they teach you that in obedience school?"

Hyunjin grins, his teeth white and straight and perfect.

"I graduated with honors obviously. Top of my class."

You can't help it, you laugh, a short, stilted laugh, but a laugh nonetheless and you don't miss the way Hyunjin's eyes brighten at the sound, enough that you almost imagine him wagging his nonexistent tail.

"Ah. So she does smile."

"Shut up." You slam a finger down to finish the current load of laundry, trying to force your face back into a grimace. "I'm pretty sure I didn't command you to 'speak.'"

Hyunjin is still grinning, smug and altogether too pretty, and he mocks a barking sound as he jumps down from his own washer and begins to switch over his load of lights.

"Pretty sure you don't have a treat for me either, Dracula, and I don't do shit for free."

*****

The next time you run into Hyunjin, he's at the laundromat before you, which is surprising, considering he always seems to be running behind schedule.

Stupid dogs.

The laundry machine is already humming away as you heave your own basket of dirty clothes onto the counter beside him.

"Hey, dog, drool on anyone yet today?"

Hyunjin sticks his pretty pink tongue out at you and you flash him a smirk as you insert your coins and dump your laundry into the waiting washer.

"Not yet. But the night's still young." He hoists himself easily onto the counter and swings his sneakers against the machines as he watches you work, entirely nonplussed. "What about you, Nosferatu? Stick anyone today?"

You keep your features schooled into a blank expression, forcing yourself to ignore the itch under your skin that is Hwang Hyunjin, and toss a capful of detergent into the washer.

"No. Also. You smell."

Hyunjin grins. "Thanks. I went for a jog right before this, just for you."

You shoot him a glare, eyeing the fact that he is indeed wearing nothing but running shorts and a loose tank top which looks slightly damp with sweat, and turn up your nose, sniffing in disdain.

"I prefer my château de'dog a little less fresh and a little more nonexistent."

Hyunjin hops down from the counter, the stupid grin still on his stupid face, and pats your head, as if you're a child and he's simply entertaining your temper tantrum.

You resist the urge to rip his hand off right then and there.

"Don't worry, Hotel Transylvania. I'm an acquired taste, but you'll come around."

"I seriously doubt that." You mutter sourly beneath your breath, probably unheard over the thud of the busy, tumbling washing machines, but unlikely, because you're dealing with a man with literal canine hearing.

Good. You hope he heard.

*****

You're just tossing your delicates into the dryer when you hear the sound of laughter coming through the door, and glancing over your shoulder, your mood instantly sours, because it's none other than wonder dog, and he's not alone.

The red-headed girl who hangs off Hyunjin's arm laughs loudly at something he says under his breath, and his gaze flicks to you, but you're studiously keeping your gaze on the suddenly very interesting dryer knob.

The click of her heels is obnoxious, and besides, who wears heels to the dorm laundromat on a Saturday at 10 PM anyway?

Apparently the people Hwang Hyunjin chooses for company.

You glower at the settings as Hyunjin sets down his laundry bag right beside the dryer you're using, and you catch a whiff of the girl's overly loud and bright perfume, along with something incredibly plain, incredibly human.

Damn, had she used the entire bottle?

Hyunjin leans against the edge of your dryer like he doesn't have a care in the world, and when you glance up to meet his stare with a glare, his lips curve upward into a smug smirk.

"Hey there, Buffy."

You resist the urge to correct him, to snap back that Buffy was actually the Vampire Slayer, not the vampire, but you clamp your mouth shut and resume your laundry, deciding to ignore him.

The girl giggles and leans into Hyunjin's space in a way that has your skin crawling with annoyance, and you're not sure why.

You blame it on the strong, nauseating smell of her perfume.

"Buffy? That's such a cute name!"

You manage a thin lipped smile in her direction. "Thanks." You can feel Hyunjin watching the two of you, waiting for something, but you force yourself to keep eye contact with the girl, to keep your voice casual and level, bored even. "How'd you meet Lawrence Talbot here?"

The girl's forehead crinkles in confusion at your words, and you can practically feel Hyunjin's gaze boring into the side of your head.

Oh you poor dumb thing.

"Well, regardless," You turn back to your final laundry load casually, pulling it all out of the warm dryer and throwing it haphazardly into your basket without looking at either of them. "Make sure you take him for plenty of walks, yeah? He just loves to chase the birds in the park."

You glance up, giving the girl a conspiratorial wink.

"I love the park!" She exclaims shrilly, clinging to Hyunjin's arm and jumping up and down, a feat in such high heels. "Can we go tomorrow, Jinnie? Can we?"

You're pleased to see that Hyunjin looks like he's going to murder you.

"I dunno, Raquel, I kind of have-"

"Have what?" You interrupt, standing up now, basket at your hip, an innocent smile on your face. "I'm sure whatever it is can wait, right, Jinnie? Just long enough for you to take your girlfriend to the park?"

Hyunjin flashes you a look that could kill, that is, if you weren't already dead.

You smile and reach out to pat the girl-Raquel-kindly on the arm before you brush past them toward the door.

"Don't forget his ball!" You call over your shoulder, and catch one more glance of Hyunjin's rage darkened features before you leave the laundry room with a triumphant grin.

*****

"Aw, vacationing alone today, hound?"

Hyunjin shoots you a slight glare as he pushes his quarters into the machine next to you, the metal coins clinking loudly down into the slots one by one.

"Aw-" He mimics you, sticking his tongue out in your direction. "Spending your Friday night at the dorm laundromat again, Count Von Count?"

You roll your eyes. "You're here too. What, did Rachel forget your collar at home or something?"

"First off, her name is Raquel-" Hyunjin fires back, shoving his first load of laundry into the washer before he angrily slams the door and turns to you, arms crossed over his chest. "-and secondly, my collar is currently at the dry cleaners. Leather and all that."

You turn to face him head on, because you're many things, but never one to cower in the face of a fight, especially with a werewolf.

"Did she get you a cute little engraved heart with her name and number on it to hang from the d-ring? So if you get lost, the pound will know where to return you?"

Hyunjin lifts his lip, and the motion reminds you of a wolf, backed into a corner, snarling, teeth on display, but when he speaks, his voice is as low and steady as ever.

"Funny that you think the pound could hold me."

You grin wickedly, every word dripping with sarcastic venom, as you step toward him.

"Funny that you think Raquisha would ever even look your way, let alone date you, if she knew what you really were."

Hyunjin's eyes flick down to your fangs, the tips poking past your lips with your smile, and something in your stomach clenches, though you tell yourself it's just because he's staring at you, and you really hate his guts.

"Let me ask you a question, fangs."

Your eyes flash and you hold your ground, staring him down.

"Bring it, Remus Lupin."

You're ready for a fight. You're more than ready.

So when he heaves a sigh, a sigh that reminds you of a dog settling down after a long day beside the fire, and steps back, hands going into the pockets of his skinny, torn jeans, it catches you off guard, and you instantly feel like you're floundering suddenly.

Hyunjin cocks his head and regards you seriously, allowing a tiny smile to slip across one side of his full lips.

"What about you?"

You open your mouth, confusion clear on your features, and ask bluntly, because you don't know what else to do, "What about me?"

Hyunjin scoffs, more to himself then you, and tilts his head back, long blonde hair dusting his shoulders as he stares at the ceiling for a long moment, the only sound the rumbling of the washer in the background.

Great. You broke him.

Finally, he lets out a self deprecating chuckle and reaching up to rake hair back from his forehead, meets your gaze once more.

"Would you date me? Because you already know what I am."

Your mouth drops open, and Hyunjin's gaze is once again drawn, like a magnet, to the exposal of your fangs.

"Why-" You stutter out, all the quips, all the names, all the quick replies suddenly lost in your shock. "What do you mean?"

Hyunjin grins, his nose crinkling, and steps back toward you, leaning against the washer beside you, your forearms brushing. He's warm, warmer than a usual body, and it instantly soaks into your unusually cold skin like a ray of sun on a winter day.

"I just thought-" He shrugs, laughing again, dark eyes bright. "You know, we do this thing, whatever this is," He motions between you and then to your piles of laundry sitting untouched behind you. "every weekend, and I thought that maybe it was time for me to ask you out on a date that didn't include the dorm laundromat and sharply witty nicknames."

You consider him silently for a moment, and then you slowly nod, because when he puts it that way, it doesn't seem so odd.

You have gotten used to your routine, to Hyunjin being a part of it, and honestly, you could probably get used to him being in parts of your other routines too with a little practice.

"Fine."

Hyunjin looks caught off guard, eyes going wide and bright, like a puppy that has just been granted a treat and a 'good boy.'

"Really?"

"Yes." You nod curtly, once, as you turn to restart the dryer behind you, avoiding his gaze. "You can take me on a date, but-" You hold up a finger and let your lips curl into the hint of a smile as you face him once more. "You can forget about dropping the name-calling, because that's never going to stop, wolfman."

Hyunjin grins, and for a moment, you get lost in the brightness of it.

"You've got yourself a deal, Le'Stat."

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twistedwonderlandsimps · 2 years

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Sibling! Yuu Headcanons

So, you might have noticed it or might not have but I based (or tried to manifest it anyway) Yuu’s personality off on different dere types, all platonic of course. I’ll give you one (1) cookie if you can guess what types I based it off on, ahaha! Anyway, I picked Yuu’s personality which I thought would suit the specific dorm leader’s. Mostly because I was interested to see how the dynamics would work for different characters.

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Also, you might want to read this first before reading this to make it makes sense.

Suprisingly enough, Grim and Yuu always meets and befriend each other in all the Sibling!Yuu versions. Yeah, I’m saying that Grim’s living with Yuu. They ride or die together. They’re a 2-in-1 package deal.

The top three scariest siblings to anger would be Malleus’, Azul’s, and Kalim’s.

Their anger isn’t indicative of their power, though.

You could say that they’re equal in deadliness but they have their own specialties.

Idia’s sibling would count in the scariest siblings to anger if only they were easy to anger but they’re not.

Yuu appears in their siblings’ life the same time the OG!Yuu would’ve appeared in Twisted Wonderland for the sake of timeline continuity or something.

Yes, the overblotting still happens.

And yes, Yuu still appears and helps with the overblotting problem even if they don’t go to NRC.

Mayhaps they got a job as a teacher there or decided to live somewhere nearby. Anyway, they just want to bond with their younger sibling/s and help them with stuff.

Riddle Rosehearts

Yuu often stutters when they speak even when they aren’t nervous.

They know how to bake and they were actually the one who made the strawberry tart they gave to Riddle.

Grim’s spoiled by Yuu with a lot of treats here.

Yuu also took up a lot of hobbies here—knitting, sewing, baking, hiking, and the like.

Mostly because their mother didn’t want them to have any hobbies ‘distracting’ them and just wanted them to study and study and--

In fact, they met Grim when they were on one of their hikes and they’ve been inseparable since then.

Yuu also isn’t that good with expressing their feelings so Grim has to sometimes step up to translate it for others.

Leona Kingscholar

When Leona woke up later, Yuu was nowhere to be seen but there was a stuffed plushie of a lion with a crown next to them.

Yuu likes sleeping in Leona’s bed. In rare events where Leona’s sleeping in it rather than outside, Yuu will try to push Leona off to claim the bed for themselves.

If that doesn’t work, they just flop over Leona.

Also, Yuu keeps sneaking into Savanaclaw instead of visiting like a normal person.

Grim here has two main modes here: Lazy and Ruggie.

Lazy mode’s self-explanatory. Ruggie mode is when Yuu orders him around and makes him do chores, much to Grim’s chagrin.

Azul Ashengrotto

In addition to Yuu being a crybaby, they’re also clumsy.

However, when they wish so, they can use their clumsiness against others.

When Azul and Yuu met for the first time and Yuu cried in front of him, Azul thought that it was because of him. He did have a reputation for being scary.

Azul was the one who gave the nautilus locket to Yuu.

This Yuu is actually one of the most dangerous one to cross.

They’re also very protective of their family.

When they were young, Yuu would always save Azul from bullies.

Azul just thought that the kind merperson who occasionally saved them from bullies was just a nice stranger who ate with them and lived with them. It was actually just his sibling but he was too young to remember.

Yuu’s protectiveness isn’t noticeable but it became apparent when a customer wanted to beat Azul up for reasons.

Floyd and Jade didn’t even need to step in at that time.

Suffice to say, people learned to fear them despite their crybaby nature.

Kalim Al-Asim

One time Yuu was babysitting a very young Kalim and they watched their younger brother proceed to eat a bar of soap in fascination and then they tried it themselves. They… are not a good babysitter.

Yuu was supposed to have a spatial Unique Magic like a dimension storage or something that helped with their merchant business but I forgone the idea to make their character more flexible.

Yuu has 2 braincells and both are on vacation. They occasionally find themselves in troublesome situations for one reason or another. Jamil’s quaking in his boots.

Both the eldest in the Asim family were hazard-prone. How did they evade multiple assassinations and survived all these years? It’s a miracle, that’s what it is…

Also, the assistant Yuu was talking about? It was Grim. Grim’s their assistant/companion.

Kalim’s in for a wild ride cause they’re going to experience how hard it is for Jamil to take care of him now that his older sibling is here who was even more of a trouble magnet than they are.

Vil Schoenheit

Yuu is usually shy here but when it comes to their work, it’s like flipping a switch and their personality instantly changes. They become somewhat cocky and confident.

Yuu occasionally works with Neige when acting but avoids saying it to Vil since Yuu’s observant enough to Vil’s emotional changes whenever Neige’s mentioned.

Grim also occasionally joins when Yuu acts. He’s, like, Yuu’s trademark or something.

Grim here’s also puts a bit more importance on how he looks, if his fur looks shiny, if his fire ears’ burning brightly, etc.

He’s also a big diva and overdramatic.

Grim also runs a super popular social media account with a device custom-made for his paws.

Vil also gave Yuu their own shades, mask, and hat a little later cause seeing them wearing a paper bag was just an insult to their own face. They were an actor, for heaven’s sake! A famous one, at that.

Idia Shroud

Yuu has a sweet tooth. Eating sweet things sometimes makes them forget the sad things happening in their life.

Yuu has a big grudge against their parents but they don’t really show it.

The only friend they can admit they have in their life is Grim.

Speaking of Grim, he would sneak in candies for them when they were locked up.

Yuu’s gloomy and depressed most of the time and has a hecc lot of self-esteem issues.

Yuu’s also very protective of their siblings but they prefer to look after them in the shadows.

Malleus Draconia

Aside from Diasomnia, Yuu gets along well with Idia and Ortho, surprisingly.

Yuu and Grim formed a bond with each other years before Malleus was even born.

Yuu was heavily injured for some reason and had to go to hibernation, leaving Malleus in Lilia’s care.

Lilia didn’t know if Yuu was alive or not since they suddenly disappeared and he couldn’t ask Grim since he disappeared too.

Grim likes to call Yuu ‘Yuu Idiot’ when they’re doing something stupid.

Grim’s more elegant and poised here but they’re just as mischevious as always.

Yuu likes calling Malleus as youngling, fledgling, and young one.

Lilia had to go let Silver and Sebek calm and silence the witnesses who saw a dragon crash into one of the dorm’s window.

Yuu gave Malleus a gift a few days later. It was gargoyle.

Yuu is a megaboomer here. Has no idea how technology works and breaks it more times they can count.

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kaghoeyama · 3 years

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three of cups.

featuring: eren jaeger, armin arlert, afab reader.

word count: 5.5k

summary: you, eren and armin have been best friends for ages. there’s always been an underlying tension between the three of you, until that tension finally snaps.

content warning: smut, college au, post-timeskip characters, alcohol consumption (characters are tipsy but not inebriated), threesome, mlm, mutual pining, voyeurism, thigh riding, fingering (f receiving), slight edging, use of good boy/good girl, masturbation, cumplay

a/n: uhh so i was horny and this happened. pls be kind this is like my first fanfic ever (also english is not my first language so if you spot any mistakes feel free to let me know).

update: so apparently tumblr took out a whole ass paragraph after the “keep reading” and then repeated two different paragraphs twice?? i’ve seen people trying to fix this by adding asterisks so i’m doing the same. sorry about that lol.

18+ CONTENT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

So loud, you think.

You can almost feel the room vibrate with beat of the music, your steps naturally adapting to the rhythm as you make your way through a crowd of college students in various states of dishevelment. A smile comes to your lips. The whole place smells of alcohol and sweat and the floor is sticky, but you can’t bring yourself to be annoyed at the chaos; the year had been brutal for a lot of you and with finals finally behind you, no one was gonna miss the chance to loosen up and just have fun, yourself included. Which was exactly what brought you to make this little trip across the room, eyes fixed on your objective.

He’s leaning against the wall, his golden hair making it easier for you to spot him in the crowded room. His eyes are trained on his phone as he mindless scrolls down with his thumb, so you’re not too surprised when he doesn’t notice you straight away, even when you’re standing right in front of him.

You take a moment to take in his delicate features, his skin turned to porcelain by the bright light coming from his phone; the alcohol makes you bold enough to trail a hand up his arm and rest on his cheek, successfully shifting his attention to you. His face relaxes in a smile when he sees you, but his eyebrows are still raised in surprise at your sudden closeness; he opens his mouth to greet you but you’re quicker, “Armin, would you please let me kiss you?”, your gaze keeping him pinned against the wall.

“I- what?”

You relish in the way his breath catches in his throat, and you certainly don’t miss the flush that comes to his face or the way his eyes drop to your lips.

“It’s for a dare… please?” your answer comes so innocent to his ears and he tries not to think at how pretty your plea sounded, even prettier than he’d fantasized so many times now.

“I- I mean, yeah, sure” he stammers; you chuckle when close the distance between you, his pretty blue eyes still confused as you press your lips against his.

The kiss comes out of the blue for him, yet you don’t miss the way his hands instinctively grip your waist as he pulls you closer to him. You hum into the kiss, your body suddenly so warm as he moves his lips against yours; he’s so pliant, all you had to do was ask and now he’s all over you, his grip keeping you flush against his body. Your fingers slip between his golden locks and when you lightly tug at them his hold grows tighter, his lips parting with a low moan. You swear you hear him whimper as you slip your tongue past his lips, taking control of the kiss as you explore his mouth, warm and wet and oh his hands are gripping your ass now, and you moan into the kiss as you feel his erection poking at your hip.

“The dare said ‘kiss’ but if you two wanna get a room…” Sasha’s loud voice somehow reaches you from across the room and you pull back from the kiss, a string of spit connecting still connecting your mouths. He’s panting, mouth still parted, and you can’t help but stare at his pink lips, slightly puffed and still shiny from the kiss.

Without thinking you brush a thumb against his lower lip, “so pretty” you murmur.

Armin swallows around nothing, and when your eyes meet his pupils are all blown out, pleading, almost begging you to close the distance once again. Fuck he looks so flustered, heat pooling between your legs as you wonder how he’d look if you took his cock in your mouth, if you could make him so lost in pleasure that his smart little brain couldn’t form any coherent thoughts.

You feel his arm around your shoulders before you see him, his usual scent of soap and lemon shampoo now mixed with a hint of smoke. You rest your head against his shoulder, your body craving physical contact after the kiss you’d shared with the blond. “Hi ’ren” you murmur against his shirt, dazed eyes looking up at him and then shifting to Armin. Your kiss was enough to make his brain fuzzy but now, with Eren’s arm wrapped around him and his body so close, he felt completely overwhelmed.

Eren pressed a kiss over your hair and pulled you and Armin even closer. “You shouldn’t keep all the fun to yourselves, don’t you know that sharing is caring?” he whispered, loud enough for both of you to hear through the music.

You can’t believe that cheesy line sent a shiver through your body. You figure it’s because of Eren.

“Maybe we should make use of that tequila bottle in our dorm room, what do you say Armin?” he adds, the blond choking out a soft affirmation. You doubt your sober self would have done that, but you were tipsy enough not to care when you took both their hands, interlacing your fingers with their own, a teasing smile gracing your lips. “Then what are we waiting for?”

You feel strangely calm as you walk down the hallway. It’s definitely quieter than the party, and your attention is quickly drawn from one dorm room to another, where you catch glimpses of people smoking and drinking to the sound of at least ten different playlists.

Again, you smile. For the third year now you’re witnessing how your otherwise rigorous and law abiding campus turns into a huge frat party in the weekend after finals. You don’t know if it’s the warm weather or the fact most common spaces are surprisingly clean by monday that makes everyone look the other way, either way you’re thankful. You close your eyes for a moment as you walk, slightly overwhelmed by the music and the loud chatter and the drink you had at the party, your brain lost in a pleasant buzz.

A light squeeze to your hand brings you back to earth. Your head turns to your left, eyes slowly opening to meet a pair of blue ones.

“Are you okay?” Armin asks softly, the tiniest hint of concern slipping past his lips. You wait a beat before addressing his question, choosing to look at him instead. You note that his cheeks are almost as pink as his lips, and that his blue t-shirt makes his eyes sparkle; you ignore how your stomach flips when you realize he’d been holding your hand since you’d left the party.

“I’m great,” you say as you shift closer to him “I’m in a good mood actually.”

You catch Eren’s eyes leaving you as he turns his head forward and keeps walking in front of you. You let your gaze travel from his head – you loved that half bun he kept his hair in more than you should – to his broad shoulders, entranced by the way his black t-shirt stretches over his muscular back.

You must have missed the part where he stopped in front of the dorm room, because you end up bumping against that back.

“You’re completely out of it” Eren teases with a grin.

“No, I’m not” you retort, “as I said, I’m in a good mood.”

The look he gives you is playful. “You call it good mood, I call it being drunk.”

“I had literally just one drink, there’s no way anyone could get drunk from that.”

“Depends on how strong the drink is.”

“Will you shut up?”

You’re still bickering as you enter the room, Armin rolling his eyes at the two of you with a fond smile. Once Eren shuts the door though, you all fall quiet.

The only light came from the blue led Armin had put on his side of the room, casting a glow over your faces that was almost ethereal. There’s a weird tension, a nervous feeling gripping your stomach and making you tingle with anticipation. You’d been alone with them in that very room more times than you could count, cramming for tests, watching a movie or simply hanging out, but tonight something was different. You sit next to Armin on his bed, eyebrows knitting together as you quickly try to analyse that feeling.

The three of you had been friends for ages, since you all attended the same elementary school and lived down the same street. You had bonded with Armin first, his quiet and intelligent personality matching well with yours. You remember fondly the warm afternoons in his backyard, grass tickling your skin as he showed you his new ocean life books and you rambled about ancient Egypt, Greek myths or whatever you were fixating on at the moment.

Eren on the other hand – at first you couldn’t stand him. You only knew him as ‘Armin’s other friend’, but he was such a loud and hot headed kid, you’d always found his attitude too off-putting to even start a conversation, and you were pretty sure he didn’t like you either. After some pushing from Armin though, you’d actually tried to get to know each other; much to your surprise, you found out you had a lot of interests in common. Eventually, you’d even come to admire how passionate he got about the things he cared about, how strong his ideals were, and with time his impulsivity left room to a much more calculated approach.

After all these years, the three of you were still as thick as thieves; you’d become so comfortable around each other that people always assumed you were either dating one of them. You’d always brush it off with a laugh, but now you wonder if it’s normal for friends to behave like that around each other. It was the little things at first; lingering touches, wondering eyes, teasing comments. Then Eren’s hands all over you every time you wore a pretty dress, or Armin’s obvious erection that time you and Eren were messing around at the pool; even your friends had noticed how close you were – and never missed a chance to tease you about it.

This is stupid, you conclude. They’re your oldest and closest friends, you won’t allow your attraction to them – at least you’re admitting it’s there – to make things weird.

You move to get the tequila you know they keep hidden in the closet; maybe that will shake the awkwardness away. You take a long sip before handing the bottle to the blond, alcohol still burning in your throat as you lay on your back, head resting on his lap.

You feel him still beneath you; when you look at him, his flustered expression is clear despite the dim lit room – before you can catch yourself, you wonder if he’s still hard from before.

Eren looks at the both of you on Armin’s bed. You’ve closed your eyes and your head is lightly nodding along with some music coming from the hallway, the beat muffled by the closed door. He watches Armin, a fond smile dancing on his lips as he can almost hear the mental pep talk the blond gives himself before raising a hand to play with your hair. You hum at that, eyes slowly opening as you turn your head towards him.

“Eren, come closer” you say, stretching out an arm as if to reach him.

“And why would I do that” he answers with a playful smile on his lips.

You raise your eyebrow, smiling back to him. “If you insist on staying over there, I guess Armin and I are really gonna keep all the fun to ourselves, isn’t that right Armin.” You say lightly, rising from his lap to lay against his side, your body wrapping around his arm; his hand ends up between your closed thighs and somehow you manage not purr in his ear as you rest your head on his shoulder, both of you now facing Eren.

When Armin speaks, you don’t miss how his playful tone hides a hint of malice, eyes fixed on the brunette, “oh I’m sure he wouldn’t mind just watching if we were actually having fun.”

Eren laughs at that, his voice dropping lower.

“True” he admits calmly, as if the thought hadn’t brought him to several orgasms through the years, “but right now I think I’d rather join.”

And he does, sitting close to your other side.

You wish that type of exchange wasn’t as common as it was between the three of you. You also wish it didn’t send a wave of arousal trough your body every single time.

You watch him as he leans toward you to grab the bottle from Armin’s hand, taking a sip of the amber liquor. Your eyes follow a drop of alcohol at the corner of his mouth, unconsciously tightening your hold on the blond as Eren’s tongue comes out to bring the drop past his lips.

In that moment, Armin decides he’s had enough. He’s way too turned on to let all this teasing slide; if the three of you really are as attracted to each other as he thinks, this was the time he was gonna do something about it. So when he speaks, he does with a purpose.

“Is it weird that I’ve kissed both my best friends?” his question sounds so innocent, he even lets out a calculated chuckle to feign embarrassment.

Eren tilts his head toward him, throwing him a curious glance “You still remember that? Must have been one hell of a kiss huh” he smirks.

Armin knows he’s teasing, and that he clearly remembers too, but he can’t help the pink blush that colours his cheeks as his thoughts rush back to that night.

It happened first semester of junior year, after Sasha’s ‘small’ housewarming party had quickly turned into a full blown party. As the music got louder and more and more people filled the tiny flat, Jean, all tipsy and bright eyed, had gathered all of you in Sasha’s room to play spin the bottle – most of you had booed him, but you’d followed him anyway.

After watching you awkwardly peck Connie on the lips and Mikasa blush violently as Sasha took her face between her hands and gave her a loud smooch, it was his turn to play. He gave the bottle a spin and almost choked on his spit when it landed on Eren. He remembers everyone cheering as he tried to stop his face from flushing red, looking everywhere but at Eren; that’s how his eyes landed on you, quiet where your friends were loud, your eyes focused on him in a way that was almost daring.

He followed your gaze as it moved towards Eren, finally making eye contact with the boy. His attempts look composed failed miserably when Eren, a lazy smirk spreading on his lips, beckoned him with his hand to move closer.

“I- uh we don’t have to…” he choked out.

Eren’s smirk grew wider, “It’s just a game Armin, what are you scared of?”

Armin couldn’t tell if his tone was soft or mocking, either way he felt as he had something to prove now.

He stood on his knees and crawled on the floor as Eren mirrored him, ignoring the way his stomach flipped as they met in the middle of the circle, so close he could feel his breath over his lips.

“What’s taking so long?” Jean said from somewhere behind him, “it’s not like you haven’t done this before” he teased.

Armin wanted to turn back and state that no, they had not actually done that before – he’d probably sound way more disappointed than he should – but before he could even open his mouth he felt a hand on his cheek; his eyes flickered back to Eren’s green ones, only to find them trained on his lips as the brunette sealed the gap between them.

Eren’s lips felt so impossibly soft again his, he tasted like vodka and something sweet he couldn’t recognise and Armin couldn’t really thing about anything as he lost himself in the kiss. The hand on his cheek moved through his hair and Eren pulled slightly, just enough to make Armin gasp against his lips, taking the chance to slide his tongue against his lower lip and into his mouth. Armin broke the kiss at that, a whimper leaving his lips because he wanted, needed more, but the feelings building up inside him – and the arousal making his pants tighter – were sending him in a slight panic.

He barely registered his friends’ loud noises as he sat back on his spot, but he didn’t miss the way Eren winked at him and licked his lips, green eyes boring into his blue ones. Armin struggled to act like his normal self rather than some teenager who had just kissed his long time crush. He desperately tried to focus on something, anything but Eren and his stupid lips and stupid grin and stupidly pretty eyes right in front of him, and that’s how his eyes found you again.

You had watched the whole scene with an interest you hoped went unnoticed by your friends. You sure hoped Mikasa, sat right next to you, had missed the way your breath hitched in your throat as you watched the blond gasp under Eren’s grip, heat coursing through your body and pooling between your legs. When Armin’s blue eyes found you, flustered, with half lidded eyes and teeth sunk in your bottom lip, you’d lowered your head in shame.

Eren rests his head again the wall and closes his eyes, as to enhance the memory.

It had been over a year ago, yet he remembered Armin’s sweet lips against his, the small noises he unconsciously let out going straight to his groin.

He remembered your face, eyes glossy with desire as you watched them part, flustered almost as much as Armin, as if you’d been the one kissing him instead, and oh had he wanted to kiss you. Had it been just the three of you in that room, he would have grabbed your face and bruised those pretty lips, forcing Armin’s sweet taste in your mouth.

He’d long given up the guilt that came with fantasising about his closest friends, any uncomfortable feeling quickly replaced by pleasure every time he wrapped his hand around his cock. At first it was just one of you under him, on top of him; soon enough he’d started picturing both of you on your knees, eyes bright and pleading, pink tongue hanging out of your mouths as you wait for him to paint your pretty faces with his cum.

“So who’s the best kisser?” you ask, your warm breath against Armin’s ear making him shiver.

“I can’t- You both… I’m not gonna answer that.” Armin manages to sound flustered when he answers.

Eren looks at him. “I would” he states nonchalantly, “but I don’t have all the materials to make my choice.” His tone drops to a low murmur, green eyes slowly shifting to you.

Armin tries to hold back a smile, both of you reacting exactly as he anticipated.

Your heart is hammering in your chest, it’s beat so loud you’re sure both of the boys can hear it; when you speak, you desperately try to keep your voice steady.

“Then god forbid you make an uniformed decision.”

Eren is straight up grinning at this point; he grabs your wrists and tugs you closer, pulling you on his lap. You balance yourself on his shoulders as his hands graze your bare thighs up and down, your skirt bunching up to your hips and barely covering your panties.

When your eyes meet, you’re shocked at how softly he’s looking at you. “I’ve been waiting a while for this” he murmurs, his voice almost a whisper, and you swear you can feel him stroking your cheek before burying his hands your hair and drawing you closer. He’s so warm all pressed up against you, so sweet when his lips ghost against yours before finally kissing you.

You’re slow to respond at first, too lost in how right it feels to have him so close and all over you, but you’re quick to part your lips for him, his tongue sliding against yours; he tastes of alcohol and you get drunk on it, a small moan leaving your throat and getting lost in the kiss. You whimper as you feel him groping your ass and push you even closer. He’s kissing you like a man starved, devouring you, the intensity making you feel light headed. You break apart from the kiss with a sigh, head falling on his shoulder, barely registering what you’re doing as you lightly grind against his hardening cock.

Eren groans as he tugs your hair so that you can look at him, his dark pupils swallowing up almost any trace of green.

“So needy… how many times have you thought about this?” he asks, a teasing smile on his lips as his fingers play with the hem of your skirt.

You look away from him, cheeks heating up; you don’t want to admit how many times you’ve cummed on your fingers with their names on your lips, but you don’t think you have a choice.

His head dips lower to press an open mouth kiss to the column of your throat, “Answer baby, there’s no need to be shy; we’re all friends here.”

You suck in your breath, voice embarrassingly shaky “so- so many times, w- with both of you” you confess.

Armin groans at your words, a curse slipping past his lips. “We- we could have done this so long ago” he mumbles, eyes fixed on you as he palms himself through his jeans. You feel so hot under his gaze, so wanted, you never want his eyes to leave your body.

Eren steals your attention by sucking a purple mark at the base of your neck; you bite back a moan as he licks at the bruise, heat pooling in your panties. he clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“This won’t do” he says softly against the shell of your ear “how can Armin hear all your pretty noises if you hold them back?”

Before you can choke out an apology, his lips go back on your neck, finding that sweet spot below your ear that makes you whimper. You’re trembling as he sucks another bruise on your skin and this time you don’t hold back, soft moans leaving your lips as your hands grips his hair, tugging it loose and fawning all over his shoulders.

Eren pulls back, admiring his work as you try to steady your breath.

“Good girl” he murmurs, “let us hear you.”

You shudder at his words. You don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on in your life, and he’s barely put his mouth on you. You can feel wet slick gathering in your panties and you shift to straddle one of his thighs, grinding hard to relieve the tension as your head falls back, a loud moan leaving your lips.

Two strings of low curses reach your ears, and you barely register Armin slipping a hand under his pants as Eren pulls you down on him again, the knee you have trapped between his legs pressing against his hard cock.

“Fuck, baby you wanna cum like that? Riding my thigh?” he pants, slightly bouncing his leg up to meet your movements, successfully drawing another moan out of your lips.

He brings a hand your face, almost reverent as his thumb grazes your lower lip, just like you’d done with Armin barely an hour ago. Your tongue darts out and licks the tip of his thumb before wrapping your lips around it, sucking slightly as you nod, eager.

Eren parts his lips, eyes glued to your mouth. He can’t believe he finally has you – both of you – as he wants you, as he’s pictured so many times; he wonders if he’ll come undone in his pants like a teenager, as you add pressure on his throbbing cock with each grind of your hips. He slips his finger from your warm lips, rushing his hands under your skirt to take off your panties.

When you finally readjust yourself on his thick thigh, you almost sob at the feeling of your bare, sensitive cunt against the rough material of his pants. Before you can resume your movements, he lifts up the piece of fabric, dangling it in front of your face.

“Look at this” he murmurs, “completely soaked” his voice trailing off as an idea suddenly forms in his mind.

He turns to Armin, and fuck, he feels his cock twitch at the sight. The blond is laying against the headboard, legs spread apart; he has a hand wrapped tight at the base of his hard, leaking cock, his pretty face all scrunched up in pleasure.

Armin’s cheeks heat up when he notices Eren’s eyes on him, but it doesn’t stop him from slowly stroking his cock, trying to delay his orgasm as much as possible.

“’Min, you think you could use these?” Eren asks, dark eyes dropping between the blond’s legs. Armin’s eyes widen at the request, his brain shutting down for a moment as he looks at the drenched panties in his hand.

“What? I- I-…” he looks at you, dazed, half lidded eyes boring into his blue ones as you rub slowly on eren’s thigh. “Y- yes please” he chokes out, shame reddening the tip of his ears.

“So polite… what a good boy” Eren purrs, his deep voice making Armin twitch in his own hand.

He takes the panties, the beads of your arousal thick on the side your cunt was, and he wraps the fabric around his cock. You watch with wide eyes, struggling to believe that sweet innocent Armin would ever give you such a lewd sight; you’re itching to lean over and kiss, lick, bite every inch of his body, but Eren’s grip on your waist keeps you in place.

Armin moans loudly as your slick smears all over his shaft. He keeps rubbing at himself with your panties trapped between his hand and his cock and how the fuck is this already topping every sexual experience I’ve ever had he manages to think. His eyes trail up and down your body, Eren’s body, and he doesn’t even notice how much his strokes speed up, hips bucking desperately into his own hand.

“Slow down baby or you’ll miss all the fun” Eren’s voice is as soft as the hand he puts on his leg to appease him. “If you behave, y/n will let you cum on her, right?” he says, sneaking a hand between your legs and sliding two fingers between your dripping folds.

“Ah- ye- yes Armin, wherever you want” you squeak, arching your back as Eren slips his fingers inside you. You feel inebriated as he slowly starts pumping, his fingertips massaging your walls, so slowly you want to cry. You wail when his fingers curl over your sweet spot, a hand gripping your waist to stop you from fucking yourself against his hand.

“Please ‘Ren, oh god, please, faster” you sob, high pitched moans slipping past your lips before you even realise it.

Instead of listening to you, Eren pulls his fingers out and slides them up to your clit, collecting your slick; you whimper when he retracts his hand from your cunt, pressing down on his thigh once again to get more friction. When your clit brushes against a wrinkle in his pants your eyes roll inside your head, orgasm so close you can taste it, but apparently Eren has other plans.

“Not yet baby, hold it for a bit longer, will you?” he purrs close to your ear, his mouth peppering wet kisses on your neck.

“Please a-ah Eren I c-can’t-” your words come out as broken sobs but you’ve long stopped caring, your brain filled with nothing but pleasure.

When Eren looks at your face you look absolutely wrecked, sweat shining on your forehead and cheeks red from the strain, chest heaving as quick pants come out of your parted lips. “

Armin, come here.” He says, hungry eyes still locked on yours. The blond obeys and shuffles closer to the two of you, your panties forgotten on the bed.

“You’ve been so good I think you deserve a reward” he says, as he pushes the glistening fingers he’d just pulled out of your cunt straight into Armin’s pretty mouth.

The blond moans at your taste, both hands coming to grab Eren’s wrist and push his fingers further in his mouth, choking slightly when they hit the back of his throat. Eren watches him in a trance, mesmerised by his blown eyes and the drop of spit that dribbles from the corner of his mouth. He wants to fucking ruin him. But not yet.

He takes his hand from the blond’s grasp – the whimper that leaves his mouth almost makes him cum on the spot. Eren lifts you from his lap, ignoring your pout as he places you right beside Armin.

“Sit still for me” he says as he slowly palms his cock before unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down with his boxers. You hear Armin suck in his breath as Eren’s hard cock slaps against his stomach, your own eyes widening at the sight; in length he almost matches the blonde, but the girth is just… fuck. Even dwarfed by his huge hand it’s almost intimidating, a thick vein reaching his pink leaking tip.

Eren takes his time as he pumps himself, eyes fixed on both of you; he drinks in your pretty, desperate faces, hands clutching the bedsheets as you try not to squirm under his gaze.

“Where do you wanna cum ’Min?” Eren’s question snaps him off a stupor, eyes leaving his groin to settle on your face.

You’re surprised Armin can blush more than he already is as he stutters that he wants to cum on you tits. You smirk as you quickly take off your top and unhook your bra, lust clouding you senses as you lay on the bed, head towards Eren as you motion Armin to straddle your waist. His eyes flicker to Eren and you miss the brunette’s nod before Armin comes on top of you, knees straddling your thighs.

Armin can’t believe just how fucking pretty you look under him, naked except for that cute pleated skirt you’re somehow still wearing. His hand trails up your stomach to squeeze your tits, fingers playing with your nipples as he pumps himself faster.

You feel Eren’s hand cradle your face, “touch yourself” he says, and you do just that.

With your skirt bunched up at your waist and your fingers quickly circling your clit, Armin doesn’t stand a chance; he leans forward, a hand planted on the bed as he cums on your tits with loud moan and your name on his lips, warm liquid painting your heaving chest.

You watch the blond leaning back against the headboard, desperately trying to catch his breath; you lock eyes with him, toungue wetting your lips as you bring a hand up to play with the mess he made on you, getting high on the look of pure defeat on his face as you take your cum coated fingers back to your clit.

“Oh fuck” Eren can’t believe how wrecked his own voice sounds “who would have thought you two would be such dirty sluts” he pants, his hand sliding faster and faster against his cock.

You moan at his words “’Ren p-please can- can I-”

“Cum.” He orders, and you obey right away.

The sounds that leave your lips are nothing short of pornographic, your body shaking and twitching in pleasure, mouth agape and head thrown back as white lights explode behind your eyelids, any coherent thought wiped out of your brain. Eren chokes out a curse at the sight, soft, high pitched groans echoing in the room until he finally cums with a broken moan, the liquid coating his hand and making a mess on his clothes.

It takes a while before any of you even attempts to move; silence falls in the room once again, except for your labored pants mixed with the music still playing in the hallway.

Eren is the first to get up and head for the bathroom. By the time you’ve all taken a shower and settled back on Armin’s bed, no one has still said a word. You feel anxiety settle low in your stomach, its grip speeding up your heartbeats.

Did you ruin everything? Is this the end of your friendship?

“So who’s the best kisser?”

Armin’s voice comes out tired and rough, but it puts a halt to the doubts swirling in your mind.

The breathy chuckle leaving Eren’s mouth sends a wave of relief through your body; “I’m sorry ’Min but y/n is definitely winning this one.” You smile as you feel his hand ghosting over your spine.

“Yeah, figured.”

The blond curls up against you and you’re still smiling.

The bed is way too small for the three of you and the night breeze coming from the window does little to cool you down, but you’ve never been better, a warm feeling spreading from where your bodies connect with each other.

As slumber takes you, you hope they’re still gonna be there when you wake up.

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aio-rya · 3 years

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Silver Birthday Card — SSR Personal Story

NRC Scholar Newspaper.

Interview with the birthday person.

~Feat. Silver~

ーCongratulations! How's today's birthday party going?

Silver: I'm so glad to see everybody likes to celebrate this way.

That's why if I fell asleep half way through, I'd feel very sorry for all the students who prepared this for me.

I got enough sleep yesterday and, just in case, I drank lots of black coffee earlier.

Now I'm sure, today I won't fall asleep.

—Do you have any memories of your birthday in your home town?

Silver: Of course... Every year, my father would have taken a commemorative photo. With Sebek and Malleus, who came to celebrate. He'd shoot it all of us, side by side.

The photo we took last year is displayed on the desk at the dorm lounge. It is a wonderful and irreplaceable birthday present.

When I became my father's apprentice, he was taller than me but, he was overtaken by me before we'd noticed.

When I realised about it, I was quite surprised.

Since then, we'd be asking for Sebek to take out the plates from the top of the cupboard.

You can actually do it with magic, but... Every time I asked for it, Sebek looked at me with a proud face.

Perhaps, I guess he likes to take things from high places. You may call it a hobby, just don't get on his way.

That's why I'll keep on asking him for it.

ー・ ⚔︎ ・ー

Part 2

Silver: Zzzz... Zzzz...

—T-this...

Silver: Huh... I'm sorry, I felt sleepy out of a sudden. I slept well last night but it didn't work as it should...

I'm sorry. Please, if I fell asleep again, don't hesitate on waking me up.

—Understood. How's your school life going?

Silver: I'm often surprised on how different it is. Until the day I came to school, I've lived in the depths of the forest of the Valley of Thorns.

For example, electrical appliances. It's very helpful being able to do cleaning and washing without using magic. Even after the sun goes down, I was surprised lights were shut off. Back at home, the forest at night became pitch black.

But, what surprised me the most was... That food was delicious.

Apart from making it by myself, I grew up with the taste of homemade food cooked by my father... So I was deeply moved.

—Has anything else changed since you entered school?

Silver: I did make a lot of friends. Back on the Valley of Thorns, there was only Sebek around, we were the only ones sharing the same age group. Buying something along my classmates during the breaks. That was something I have never experienced in my hometown.

When we go shopping, I often buy whetstones and the latest self-defense tools at sight. While everyone often seeks for sweets and manga.

Though, I was not familiar with fashion and entertainment. That's why Kalim has thaught me a lot and that's been very helful.

Ah! Speaking of which, Kalim sometimes invite to his dorm banquets too... Eating some fruits from the Land of Hot Sands, riding over the maginc carpet, it has all been a very valuable experience. Is interesting to make contact with things you've never seen. With everyone else, it's a completely new experience.

I'm very grateful for my friends.

ー・ ⚔︎ ・ー

Part 3

—Please, tell me about your family.

Silver: I'm an orphan. but I have a father who raised me.

When I was little, I thought he was my real father. When I think about it now, he looks completely different.

Finally, one day, I noticed my father's ears and mine had different shapes. "Why does our ears have different shapes?", I asked him. Then, he explained at me that we were from different races. And, that's how I realised we were not blood connected.

"So, you did notice it!", he laughed a bit confused. When I noticed, I was already jumping out of my house while it was raining...

Eventually, I was found by my father and he brought me back home. After that, I got a fever and fell asleep. My father told me, "I can't help it". He laughed again and took care of me.

He must have been tired of looking for me in the rain, but he didn't leave me until the fever went down.

..... I. The smile of my father that day, is something I don't think I could ever forget.

..... That's it.

That was the father who named me Silver.

When I asked him for the origin of the name, he said "Your hair color!". I got a clear answer. I guess he is that kind of person, after all.

The name given to me by me beloved father, is the one I will continue cherishing forever.

—That's a wonderful parent-child relationship.

In regard of the hair that inspired him to name you, do you have any special care on it?

Silver: I have not taken any special care. I'm not particularly worried about my hairstyle, so I always try to cut it properly. Sometimes I cut it by myself, other times I ask for my father and my friends to do it.

...... By the way, I have been questioned about my hair before by senior Vil. I told him I was not doing anything on it.

I remember being scolded.

Perhaps it was because of that that, after I helped him with the Movie Appreciation Club some time ago, he gave me a special hair care set as a thanking.There were two types of shampoo on it. It also contained some creams and oils I couldn't understand how they worked.

Senior Vil said, "Beauty must be done evercyday"... but hair care is a hassle, it takes too much time and effort.

Certainly my hair had changed, I used what I got at hand, but it seemed I wouldn't be able to continue.

Now that I have finished it,I wash myself with the same soap from head to toe when I take a shower.

—Thank you! And once again, happy birthday!

#ツイステ #ツイステッドフンダラーンド #twst #twisted wonderland #diasomnia #ディアソムニア寮 #twst silver #twisted wonderland silver

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shortpplfedup · 3 years

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A few thoughts on adapting the story of Phatra and Parakun

I love Romeo and Juliet adaptations (adaptations of Shakespeare in general really), especially those which are somewhat tacky, camp or kitsch and obviously of the pop culture zeitgeist of their time. We treat Shakespeare like high art in the modern age, but he was the Shonda Rhimes of his day: he wrote simple, digestible, entertaining tales for the common man, and he used the popular tropes of his time to do it. Like Chaucer before him and a great many after, Shakespeare understood that there's no real difference between the tastes of a king and those of a chimney sweep, and so his works are full of soap-worthy intrigue, scandal, lowbrow and ribald humour, family drama, sex, violence and death, and are all the better for it. And because humanity never really changes, his stories, themselves adaptations, are reimagined in every era with a twist, a hook, something that brings them into the zeitgeist of that time. Bad Buddy brings the tale of Romeo and Juliet firmly into the BL world. Granted it's not the first BL adaptation of the story, but I have a sneaking suspicion it may become the definitive BL adaptation of the story.

Aof has made it crystal clear in the first episode that he's working the story within two frames: the source material which is the Behind the Scenes novel, and the inspiration which is Romeo and Juliet. He has made it equally clear that he is not beholden to a strict retelling of either, choosing to weave his narrative around what he considers the key points of the story while changing or discarding whatever elements don't suit his vision. I'm fascinated by that process of adaptation, of determining what to keep, what to change and what to toss out, and I'd like to explore it some in a semi-regular writing feature for this show. For those who haven't read the novel and don't wish to be potentially spoiled, I'll be putting plot summaries and page-to-screen comparisons behind cuts. For a fairly detailed summary of the novel...

Part 1: Pat and Pran get into a relationship

The novel starts in the middle of a street fight between the architects and the engineers, with Pat and Pran as seniors leading their respective factions, but also fake fighting each other, so you know from the start that they aren't actually enemies. When the fight gets scattered by a teacher, everybody goes off home. Pran goes to his dorm room and Pat is already there. He's more or less always there, and sleeps there a lot, even though he shares a room with his sister Paa, who is a freshman (it's coincidentally the only two-bedroom available and it happens to be right next to Pran's room). Pran saved Paa from drowning when they were kids so they have a brother/sister bond, and Paa knows about Pat and Pran being friends and keeps their secret and pushes them toward each other. She often sends Pat to Pran to tend each other's wounds after one of their brawls. None of the parents or friends know that they live in the same dorm, and they definitely don't know that Pat, Pran and Paa are close.

*Note: Pran's room is incredibly important to Pat and Pran's relationship, because it is the only place for the first chunk of the story that they can be alone together and just be themselves. They can't go out together in public because of the architects/engineers beef, and they can't be together at home because their families hate each other. They essentially build their friendship, and then their relationship, in Pran's room.

In Pran's room, Pat and Pran take care of each other and have this boyfriendly dynamic without being boyfriends. Pat pretty much knows he is gay but he is not out and flirts with girls. Pran is an important person to him though, and he definitely has a crush, but he doesn't think about it too deeply. He has a rabbit doll, Nong Hom, that he has had forever and he likes because it smells like Pran. He does not let anybody else touch Pran in fights, and he is quite protective of him overall. Pran is very guarded and internal about his feelings, he does not let on much of what he feels about Pat and about their friendship, but he is also very protective of Pat in his own way. Pat's a human wrecking ball and large puppy all in one but Pran tolerates it, scolds him, nags him and cleans up after him. Pran's very thoughtful and considerate, and Pat is very affectionate.

Pran and Wai are good friends and spend a lot of time together on schoolwork, and Pat...does not like that...lol. He gets drunk a lot and flirts with a girl, Nat. Pat and Pran usually only 'fight' each other in the architect/engineer brawls, but in one specific brawl Pat actually fights Wai and beats him pretty badly. Pran gets angry and kicks him out after that, and Pat is upset that Pran seems to care more about Wai than about him, so he sleeps with Nat. Pran is upset by that and they fight and Pat kisses Pran in anger. Pran punches him in return, thinking that Pat just goes around kissing anybody. It's not the first indication that Pran also has those kinds of feelings for Pat, but it's the strongest one so far.

This is the biggest fight they've ever had, and Paa kind of steps in to mediate, telling Pran how important he is to Pat, and telling Pat to stop being an idiot and apologise for whatever happened and tell Pran how he feels. Pat realises he is being an idiot and he's in love with Pran, and he ditches Nat, begs Pran to forgive him and asks him to be his boyfriend. Pran forgives him, tells him if there are any more Nats he'll never speak to him again, and agrees to be his boyfriend.

Part 2: Pat and Pran develop their relationship

Pat is very affectionate and very very horny...lol. Pran is more reserved and still getting used to the idea of being with Pat, but he enjoys Pat's attention and affection even though he's shy about kissing and sexual activity at first. Pat has more or less moved into Pran's room and they go through the stages of deepening the relationship. They're also coming down to graduation so Pran's workload increases exponentially, and there's a lot of bickering because Pat worries that Pran doesn't relax and get enough sleep and Pran needs Pat to shut up and go away so he can finish his school work and study...lol.

Pran gets hurt in a basketball game (the show will be having them play rugby instead of basketball apparently) and Pat goes SPARE and the friends start questioning what's going on. Pat starts to feel like he's tired of hiding what they are to each other and only being able to be together in Pran's room so he wants to come out to their friends, finally tell them that they AREN'T enemies and they're actually together. Pat takes Pran out to introduce his faen to his friends at a bar and Pran gets jumped by some other engineers. Pat fights them and gets hurt and now Pran is the one rushing him to hospital. By the end of all this drama the friend groups now know everything and it stops the fighting. Pat and Pran are now out at school and can go out in public...but there's still the families to deal with.

Part 3: Pat and Pran are caught by the families

Pat and Pran go home on break, and Pat tries to sneak over to see Pran a lot. They get caught trying to meet up in the backyard (Pran's dad nearly shoots Pat), and it's a whole thing. They make it through break and go back to the dorm but the parents show up and find out that they live in the same dorm and make them all pack up and come home. Pat and Pran continue to sneak and see each other at home. Pat's parents start pushing him toward a girl, Punch, a daughter of a family friend who they expect him to marry. Pat tries to keep it from Pran because he doesn't have any intention of marrying her, and is trying to figure out a way to get out of it. Pran finds out about the whole thing and is angry that Pat is trying to handle everything on his own. Pran is starting to lose hope that they can stay together but Pat is determined.

Pran's parents go away on a trip and while they are away Pat sneaks over and they have sex for the first time. The next time they have sex, they fall asleep without locking the door (GAYS! ALWAYS LOCK THE DOOR!) and Pran's parents come back and catch them sleeping naked together. Things go pretty sideways from here, both sets of parents are angry, both that they are gay and that they are together. They're both basically under house arrest and Pat's phone is taken away. Pat's father hits him, Pran's father threatens to send him away and Pat tries to get Pran to run away with him, but it's a half baked plan and Pran, ever practical, won't go. Pat thinks Pran doesn't love him enough and he falls into a deep depression. He decides he will just do what his father wants, agrees to work for him and marry Punch and thinks he'll just live dead inside for the rest of his life. Pran's father sends him overseas to live with a cousin (? unsure if it's a cousin or family friend) and study.

Pat is so depressed it actually alarms his parents, especially his mother. He's drinking every day. He's working for his father and realises that the company is failing, so he goes to see Pran's father about a business deal and ends up talking to him and finally we find out the real story of why the families hate each other. Pat and Pran's father actually become kind of close and Pran's father eventually relents and accepts Pat. Pat's father also has to accept that the family feud and being separated from Pran is hurting his son and he also relents. Punch is very sweet and tries hard to get Pat's attention, and in the end Pat decides he can't ruin her life by marrying her so he tells her he's gay and has her dump him.

Pran is also pretty depressed, he has sort of shut down and decided it was all for the best but he misses Pat and is in a lot of pain. He's going through the motions until one day Pat shows up at his door. Pat tells him that everything is resolved now and they will be allowed to be together and they reunite and it's all very beautiful and emotional. Pat returns home and they do long distance until Pran finishes studying and also returns home. And they live happily ever after.

#bad buddy #bad buddy series #behind the scenes #meta #on art #in fair verona #bad buddy behind the scenes

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thegracelessfaceless · 3 years

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*slithers in*

Can I request some Helen headcanons? Just like general dating him and maybe some nsfw if possible.

@mutat-ad-astra , ₐᄂᵣᵢg𝓱𝚝 yₒᵤ'ᵥₑ 𝚍ₒ𝚗ₑ ᵢ𝚝 𝚗ₒw. ᵢ'ᵥₑ 𝚋ₑ𝚌ₒᗰₑ ₐ 𝘴ᵢᗰ𝐩 fₒᵣ Hₑᄂₑ𝚗 . W𝓱ₐ𝚝 𝚍ₒ yₒᵤ 𝓱ₐᵥₑ 𝚝ₒ 𝘴ₐy fₒᵣ yₒᵤᵣ𝘴ₑᄂf??

(づ￣ ³￣)づ

ꇙꄲ ꇙ꒐ꋊꉔꏂ ꓄ꁝ꒐ꇙ ꉣꄲꇙ꓄ ꉔꋬꂵꏂ ꄲ꒤꓄ ꇙꄲ ꒒ꄲꋊꍌ, ꒐'ꂵ ꍌꄲ꒐ꋊꍌ ꓄ꄲ ꅐꋪ꒐꓄ꏂ ꋬꋊ꒯ ꉣꄲꇙ꓄ ꁝꏂ꒒ꏂꋊ'ꇙ ꋊꇙꊰꅐ ꒐ꋊ ꒐꓄ꇙ ꄲꅐꋊ, ꍌ꒒ꄲꋪ꒐ꄲ꒤ꇙ ꉣꄲꇙ꓄ ❤

ᕼᗴᒪᗴᑎ ᗝ丅Ꭵᔕ/ᗷᒪᗝᗝᗪƳ ᑭᗩᎥᑎ丅ᗴᖇ ᖇᗴᒪᗩ丅ᎥᗝᑎᔕᕼᎥᑭ ᕼᗴᗩᗪᑕᗩᑎᗝᑎᔕ

(With a fem!SO)

♡Let's just get canon out of the way real quick.

♡Helen is very calm and quiet

♡He isn't very expressive and doesn't speak much, but when he does, he's always the picture of the perfect gentleman.

♡If something doesn't concern him, Helen is pretty apathetic towards it. However, if it's something he cares about, Helen will be very passionate.

♡His parents treated him as a pet or toy, and this caused Helen to have repression issues.

♡He won't show emotion towards a person unless they show emotion first, then he will reciprocate. This is essential to remember as Helen's significant other; you'll have to make the first move every time.

♡Helen's a Libra. His birthday is October 1st

♡Helen's parents were so excited when they found out they were going to be parents. That night, Helen's mother dreamed that she had a beautiful baby girl with delicate features, the deepest blue eyes that she had ever seen, and coal black hair so fine that it looked like dark lace against the baby girl's alabaster skin. She woke up certain that she was pregnant with a baby girl that looked just like in her dream. Mrs. Otis went into labor and delivered a baby that indeed looked just like in her dream, but it was a boy. So they decided to continue on and name him Helen, and raise him as they would a little girl.

♡This treatment continued until he started school at six. Then his parents decided to dress him as and refer to him as a boy in order to not draw attention.

♡Helen still suffers from body dysphoria because of this. For a long time, Helen couldn't reconcile whether he was male or female in his mind, so he existed in a chaotic state of one, the other, both and neither all at the same time. Now- after years of therapy, and a great deal of time building his trust with Reader, Helen identifies as agender preferring he/they/it pronouns and a refined but masculine aesthetic.

♡Reader is the only person allowed to call him Helen. And even she doesn't do it often, only when she's serious. He prefers Reader to call him darling, love, honey, dear, and, if he's feeling frisky, Sir 😍. All others may refer to him by his surname, Otis.

♡Helen can be quite manipulative and his intelligence is obvious

♡While in "working" mode, Helen is very cautious of the scene he his creating, and presents every body as if it were a canvas to bear his work.

♡His fascination with blood stems from his childhood. He had always had trouble making friends, only managing one at a time and spaced distantly apart. His only childhood friend had been murdered by bullies in the park, rocks thrown at him for being friends with that "weird sissyboy kid" until one struck his temple, killing him instantly. The bullies had hurriedly buried his friend in the deep snow from the night before. Helen knew this, he had told you, because he had watched it all from his perch in a tree. After the bullies had fled, Helen had uncovered his friend and stared at his body lying in red stained snow, and the bullies later blamed Helen with his friends death. Ultimately, he had been cleared, as there had been a witness in the park.

♡The false accusations of murder didn't stop there, much to your displeasure.

♡In high school, a classmate of Helen's, one who happened to be Helen's only friend, fell from the building and died. A witness said that Helen had killed him, but no concrete evidence was found.

♡Not to say that Helen is an angel. You know he's far from that, too.

♡Later, the same year, as a freshman at university, Helen killed 17 people from his dorm building, and wounded 5 on Devil's Night (October 30th).

♡Helen was found insane by the courts as a minor and received 6 years of inpatient treatment before being released back into society.

♡He started "his work" again three years later, and then met you two years after that.

♡Helen smokes cigarettes (though not as much as Tim) and unwinds after "work" with music and a rum and Coke or whisky on the rocks.

♡Helen enjoys lofi hiphop; classical music; instrumental and instrumental covers of songs; music from the early 1960's like: Frankie Valli, The Big Bopper, the Animals, and the Zombies; and indie rock like The Flaming Lips, Harvey Danger, Dinosaur Jr, and The Smashing Pumpkins.

♡He loves discovering new music with you, listening to playlists you make him for hours. But you're gonna listen to some of his music, too and he makes playlists for you to play according to mood.

♡Helen's love languages are: quality time, acts of service, and words of affirmation. But the love languages he craves are: all of them except receiving gifts! Getting a gift is uncomfortable for Helen, especially if he has no gift to give back. He wants you to feel just as appreciated as you feel, if not more.

♡Helen thought that he was completely asexual before he met you. No one he had met had ever... Moved him in that way. And he was fine with that. Why should he mourn something he'd never even wanted?

♡And then he met you at an antique art showcase of pieces by and inspired by René Magritte. (Example here: ◎▼◎) After you spent hours together at the show, exchanging witty banter, and eventually, phone numbers, Helen found himself thinking about you that night, alone in bed. And then his mind wondered something it had never thought about anyone else. He wondered what you looked like naked. What your skin would feel like. How would you taste?

♡He frowned to himself, confused by the foreign thought for a moment before he realized that he felt sexual desire for you.

♡It still took him a long while of dating you before he felt comfortable enough to even kiss you in a sexual way. The two of you were practically engaged when he gave you his virginity.

♡Bonus wholesome content headcanon/drabble: Once you convinced Helen to bleach his naturally blue black hair. Not wanting to disappoint you, and telling himself that it was just hair, he consented and you happily set to work. An hour later, he emerged from the shower with a shock of platinum white hair 😱. He had to support himself with a hand on the back of the couch because his knees started shaking when he caught a glance of himself in the mirror over the fireplace. A long, thin fingered hand with a fine tremor lifted to cover his mouth. You knew without him telling you that he absolutely, 100%, no doubt, undisputedly hated it. His already porcelain skin had paled even more, now trembling chalk instead of bone China. His midnight blue eyes held a sort of flinching terror in them as they tried to look anywhere but the vicinity of the mantle mirror. You approached him gently and pulled the towel thrown around his shoulders loose and used his shoulder to balance you as you went up on tiptoe to finish drying his now shockingly white hair.

♡You leave Helen waiting shirtless in the living room to deal with putting his shoes and socks on and you pull on a light jacket to guard against the chill that manages to never be around when we need it during the daytime hours as you enter yours and Helen's shared bedroom. You find Helen a clean black tee shirt and pick up one of your beanies from the coatrack behind the bedroom door. This one was black with a tree frog leaping over the words Frog Leap Studios done in a typewriter font in white thread, a circle of bright blue making the frogs eye stand out.

♡You take the shirt and beanie to Helen and he pulls the shirt on. You feel a little sad that he's covering up, but there would be time to enjoy his body later. Helen sits on the couch so you can slip the beanie over his baby fine hair easier than going up on tiptoe to match his 6'2" lean frame. The bleach may have stolen its darkness, but it couldn't steal its softness. Helen's hair was probably the softest thing you'd ever touched.

♡Hair sufficiently covered, you and Helen get into your car and head to the only place open at the hour of 3:24 in the morning. Walmart. Your sleep schedule had never been normal and Helen didn't help you normalize it at all. In fact, if anything it had gotten worse, the two of you wrapped up in your own hyperfixations, leaned up against each other back to back, or one of you holding the other as one of you writes while the other draws.

♡You feel Helen's hand find your thigh and squeeze it, letting you know he's not upset with you. You reached down and covered his hand with yours, returning the squeeze and you finish out the short ride more relaxed now that you know Helen isn't mad at you. Helen follows you to the beauty section once you're inside the store. He patiently watches as you pick out boxes from 4 different companies.

♡An amused Helen watches you as you quibble with the four boxes. You shuffle through them, running through them over and over like a person considering their hand while playing cards.

♡You end up with him bending down slightly again so you can compare the dyes to his eyebrows. He thinks it's the sweetest thing that you're going through such a clear effort to fix his hair. Obviously you feel responsible for the mistake and he hates that.

♡Gently taking the boxes from your hands, he picks a random red and black one from the four you were debating between and puts the rest back on the shelf.

♡Then Helen pulls you into his arms and holds you tight and close, burying a kiss on top of your head. You smile into his chest, breathing in the scent of paint, paint thinner, lavender shampoo, and jasmine soap. On anyone else, the paint thinner smell would have made you sick. But on Helen, it just smelled like home. You two stay in your embrace, Helen swaying slightly to a beat only he could hear. A stolen moment, a stolen dance, to help ground yourselves.

♡Helen broke the hug after a few moments more, but kept hold of your hand. You walk to the checkout line and pay almost $10 for the dye. The price gave you a mild case of sticker shock, but you shook it off and smiled at the older cashier, who was beaming as her eyes moved between you and Helen. The two of you seemed to get that reaction from older people. That look of pure hope that more people got to experience the love that shone between you. You both thank the cashier repeatedly as Helen payed her the money needed.

"You two have a good night" she smiled at us, "the world needs more couples that look at each other the way you do. You look, at each other like you're reach others entire worlds."

"She is" Helen says softly, pulling me into a hug and a quick kiss, "She's my whole universe."

♡You're pretty certain that the woman's smile could not get bigger. But you didn't really want to find out, since you were starting to notice that her teeth were huge and you were starting to get squicked out by it. Helen must have picked up on your discomfort because he led you away in the protective half circle of his arm.

♡"My knight in shining armor" you croon at him as you walk back to the car, "Thank you for saving me. I am forever in your debt. However could I repay you, Sir?"

♡Helen took in a sharp breath and chuckled as he slowly let it out, "I can think of a few things."

♡"You'll have to show me when you have the time" I teased as Helen opened your car door for me. He'd taught you that chivalry was not dead, and you'd realized that it would be easier to let Helen be a gentleman than it would be to convince him that you could open your own doors.

♡You drove home and locked the doors behind you. You headed straight for the bathroom and Helen borrowed a stool from the island bar to sit on so you could reach all of his head.

♡Twenty minutes later, you threw dye covered vinyl gloves in the trash and settled an old towel around Helen's shoulders and neck to keep the dye from dripping on him. You'd clipped a pillowcase over his hair and you had just finished hitting the dye with heat to assure his hair took the dye well, absorbed it.

♡Helen smiled contentedly up at you from his spot on the stool.

♡You tilted his chin up to kiss him. He kissed you back and then sent soft kisses across your cheek and jawbone, and then kissed and nipped down your neck. Helen focused his kisses back on your lips, kissing you like the kisses would magically cure everything, would keep you alive.

♡The timer you'd set so Helen would know when to wash the dye out of his hair went off, and Helen stood

♡Having already taken off his shirt, Helen unfastened his jeans and let them slide down his legs, stepping out of them as they pooled around his feet, leaving him completely nude, comfortable.

♡instead of getting in the shower, Helen pulled you closer to the shower and used his nimble hands to liberate you of your clothes. Before you could protest, or even decide if ypu wanted to get in, Helen had pulled you under the spray of the shower and he stood in it now, extra dye streaming in lines

♡You turned Helen's back to you and massaged his scalp as the water rinsed the excess dye down the drain. When the water ran clear, you massaged some of the color protect conditioner that came with the dye and Helen switched places with you, his hands never leaving your hips so he could catch you if you slipped.

♡Helen washes your back for you and then your hair, lathering up a clean washcloth with jasmine soap and making sure not to miss a spot. Then he rubbed some lavender scented shampoo into my hair. Then he rinsed it and repeated the process before leaving some conditioner to sit in my hair.

♡Finally Helen worked some conditioner into your hair that matched the shampoo. You help Helen rinse everything from his hair and you condition his hair with the rest of the conditioner that came with the dye.

♡Showers with Helen always end up with him bathing you, his hands and keen eye not missing a single millimeter of your skin. Showers rarely turned sexual between the two of you, instead the two of you focused on the intimacy of showering together.

♡After all the soap and hair products are rinsed from both of you, Helen turned off the water and wrapped you in warm towels, quickly drying himself off and slinging a towel around his hips.

♡Helen obviously felt better once his hair was back to its natural inky darkness.

♡You could tell from the mischievous grin he wore as he escorted you to the bedroom.

AN: so I wrote on this well into the night... Fell asleep in the process a few times 😅. If you see continuity issues with the POV, let me know so I can fix it. I kept wanting to write in first person 😂

#creepypasta #helen otis #bloody painter #bloody painter headcanons #helenotisheadcanons #helen otis x reader #bloody painter x reader #tw mental/emotional abuse #tw mention of disregarding someone's gender

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cherrycocaineee · 3 years

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11. Tony Stark - Moving in Together

Placing the last cardboard box on top of the others, I turned around and grabbed the thick, black sharpie to label it “bathroom necessities.” Huffing quietly to myself, I wiped the sweat off of my brow and went into my now bare kitchen. Pouring myself a glass of tea into the plastic cup that I had bought at the store for this exact day, and leaned against the countertop so I could cool off. I gulped down the entire glass of tea within seconds just as my apartment door opened. Tony Stark, my boyfriend, walked into the building and smiled at me when our eyes met. I smiled back while pouring myself another glass of tea. “Sweetheart,” he hummed, “you were supposed to wait for me to finish packing.” Tony leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead while wrapping his muscular arms around my waist. I giggled, touching my empty hand to his chest, feeling the hard metal that was under his shirt. “I know,” I said, “but I saved the best part for you.” “Oh, and what’s that?” “Carrying them to the car.” A deep laugh shook his chest and he pulled away from me. Before the two of us started carrying the boxes out of my old apartment, Tony called some friends to meet him at his place so we could help carry the boxes inside. I’d never met any of Tony’s friends before and the thought of meeting them sent me into a bit of a nervous panic. Trying to keep my growing anxiety to myself, I carried the last box out then closed the door behind me. Tony practically jogged up the steps and grabbed the box out of my hand, nodding his head to the side, gesturing for me to go first. Sighing in relief as I got in the car, I let my head lean against the seat taking in the nice breeze from the air conditioner. Tony slammed the trunk shut and joined me in the car. “You good?” He questioned, putting his seatbelt on. “I’m fine,” I replied, doing the same, “why do you ask?” “Normally, you only shake your leg when you’re feeling nervous or thinking. I noticed it while watching you do your homework.” Tony and I had met two years ago before we started dating a year and a half ago. He had come to my University to give some speech for all of the new freshmen college students and I had bumped into him. However, I never thought I’d be dating him only a year later. And since we were faced with the ultimate age gap, me being only twenty and him being almost forty, I constantly worried about people thinking I was a gold digger. Truth is, Tony offered to help me pay for my schooling and I declined every time. “I just worried about your friends helping us carry the boxes in,” I admitted, “I’ve never met your friends before. What if they don’t like me? Everyone at school already calls me a gold digger, what if they think the same thing?” Tony slipped his hand onto my thigh and leaned over so that we were staring at each other. “Serenity,” he whispered, “my friends are going to love you. What’s there not to love: you’re sweet, smart, beautiful, and charming. And I promise, if they don’t like you, then I’ll personally deal with them.” Still not sure about it, I nodded anyway so the conversation could end. I wanted to try as hard as possible not to think about it. The entire drive to Tony’s house, my new home, I napped after a long, hot day of packing. I didn’t realize we were there until I started hearing the sound of three men speaking, two of which I didn’t recognize. Opening my eyes, I saw two tall, muscular men standing in front of Tony. One of them had a metal arm while the other had his hair styled as if he was going to a fancy dinner. Though I wouldn’t doubt it if he was. Tony reached over to my door and opened it for me, smiling down at my exhausted frame that was still hardly awake. Though having just woken up, I unbuckled myself and climbed out of the passenger’s seat. My boyfriend wrapped his arm around me. “This is my girlfriend, Serenity Arrow,” he introduced, “Serenity, these are my friends; Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.” I held out my hand, feeling it shake as I did so, “nice to meet the both of you.” Steve was the first one to take my hand and shake it, “it’s nice to meet you too, Serenity. Tony talks about you all the time.” “Practically have to beg the guy to shut up,” Bucky chuckled, shaking my hand next, “but now I can see why he was always bragging.” “Hahaha,” Tony sarcastically laughed, “paws off. We’ve got boxes to take inside.” Bucky, Steve, Tony, and I started carrying in all of the boxes. There weren't really that many, but they were pretty heavy considering I practically crammed as much of my stuff inside as possible. In the end, I ended up packing twelve boxes and a single bag. I was only able to carry one box in at a time, however, the other three were able to carry in multiple. After setting down the third box I had carried in, I was heading back outside when Tony grabbed my waist just as he was passing me. “Bucky’s got the last two,” he said, “let’s go inside.” I nodded my head and let him pull me back inside. The nice feel of the air conditioner smashed against my sweaty skin causing me to shiver. Tony said I could take a shower real quick if I wanted, so I grabbed an outfit out of one of the boxes that was labeled “clothes” then headed to the bathroom. The water was nice and relaxing against my knotted muscles. I soaped up my body after washing my hair and started rinsing off when I heard a female voice come out of nowhere. “Ms. Arrow,” it said, “would you like the floor heated for when you get out?” I covered myself with my arms and pulled the curtain open to see who was there. But there was no one. I blinked a few times, feeling like I was going crazy from the heat. I wasn’t though, because the voice appeared again. “I’m sorry, I should have introduced myself first. I’m F.R.I.D.A.Y, Tony Stark’s computer program. It’s nice to meet you.” A small sigh left my lips as I relaxed and felt much more safe than I did a second ago. “It’s nice to meet you, F.R.I.D.A.Y,” I muttered, feeling my heart still slam against my chest, “and you don’t have to worry about heating the floor, I’ll be fine. Thank you.” “Of course.” After my shower, I dried off and threw on my clothes before walking out of the bathroom. Tony was sitting in the living room with Steve and Bucky. They were chatting away while drinking some beer. I figured I’d let them be and just start unpacking some stuff, starting with my clothes. When I went to grab the box filled with them, Tony called my name. “Ren,” he said, using the nickname he’d given me after the first time we met, “don’t worry about unpacking now, come sit.” Part of me wanted to decline the offer, not really feeling like socializing. Not because I didn’t like the two people I had just met but because I didn’t want them to learn how old I was or the school I went to. Just didn’t want people questioning me about why I was with Tony. However, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that declining the offer to sit and visit may seem like I was too good for them. So I went over there, ignoring the thousands of thoughts and nerves itching at my brain. I plopped down next to Tony and he placed his hand on my thigh which always made me feel better. “So, Serenity,” Steve said, “tell us about yourself.” “O-oh, uhm, well, what do you want to know?” I asked. “Tony says you go to college,” he started, “what year are you in?” “I’m a sophomore.” Bucky had taken a large gulp of his beer before replying, “what are you studying?” “Medicine. I want to be a surgeon.” Tony patted my thigh and smiled. When I told him the first time that I was studying to be a doctor, he had joked about coming to see me when he got injured on his missions. It was a nice, little laugh that the two of us shared when we first spoke. “How did you and Tony start dating?” Steve asked, smiling. Now that was a funny story… “He showed up at my dorm a year after we first met,” I informed, “he was beaten up and bloody from a mission, asking me to patch him up since I was studying to be a doctor.” I started seeing flashbacks from that day. I could hear the knocking on my thick dorm door, me catching the scream I almost let out in my throat so I didn’t cause a lot of noise. All of the bruises, cuts, and blood that adore his skin as he limped into my room and collapsed on the floor. I stitched up his gashes, patching him up the best I could with whatever knowledge I knew from both my parents, who were both doctors, and my studies. It had been horrifying but at the same time a great learning opportunity. Who would have thought that I’d end up dating him. “Serenity.” I blinked a few times before looking at the three of them. Tony’s eyes were filled with worry but I just smiled and waved it off. “Sorry,” I laughed, it came out more dry than I meant, “I was just remembering what had happened that day.” They looked at me with understanding eyes and I continued telling them about the day we started dating. “Anyway, after patching him up, he offered to take me to dinner since I helped him and it just went from there.” I purposely left out the two of us having sex inside my dorm room after he dropped me off after dinner, but from the smirk on Tony’s face, I figured they’d gotten the hint. Two hours later, Steve and Bucky decided to leave us for the evening. After showing them out, Tony walked over to me and picked me up from the couch, keeping a firm grip on my thighs as I wrapped my legs around his torso. He carried me into the kitchen and set me down on the counter, the coldness from it going through my sweatpants. He placed both arms on either side of me and leaned forward, our lips almost touching. “What are you hungry for?” He questioned. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled, “don’t know really. I’m not very hungry.” “Oh. I won’t accept that for an answer. You need to eat.” In the end, he decided to order fish tacos from a local place near here. While we waited, Tony and I began unpacking to get a head start on it. While I did my clothing, Tony did my study things. We got through the two boxes just as the doorbell rang, signaling the food was here. Tony climbed off the ground and went over to the door as I finished folding the last of my jeans. When I was done, I went into the kitchen and saw him coming into the kitchen with a paper bag in his hand. “Foods here,” he hummed. The two of us sat at the counter and began eating. I wasn’t a large fan of fish in general, but these tacos were great. The taste was fresh and was bursting with zest. After eating, we unpacked a few more boxes and then decided that was enough for the day. The clock said it was almost midnight. I was sitting in the living room on the couch, drinking some tea when Tony came in with a blanket in his arms. I smiled at him as he sat down next to me. He draped the large, fluffy blanket over the both of us, grabbing my tea and set it on the table. Wrapping his arm around me, pulling me into his body, the two of us cuddled together and watched whatever was on television. However, Tony couldn’t seem to keep his eyes on the show and was looking at me the entire time, running his calloused fingers through my light, ashy brown hair that went to my shoulders. I looked up at him. His deep, brown eyes stared into my own soft, brown eyes. He was utterly handsome. Tony leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. Despite his lips being chapped, they were still warm and welcoming. And they molded themselves to fit my plump, soft lips perfectly. Tony grabbed my waist and pulled me into his lap, humming softly as I rested my wait on him. He traced his hands against my smooth skin as he kissed me patiently, yet hungrily. When we pulled away, I saw the small stain of Doused Rose lipstick. He just chuckled, causing his chest to rumble. His laughter was contagious, making me quietly laugh as well. “Looks like I’ve smeared your lipstick,” his husky voice whispered. “Seems you have,” I whispered back. His large, rough hands moved from my hips to my squishy thighs and then to ass, gripping it hard. “I love you, Serenity Arrow,” he said. “I love you too, Tony Stark,” I replied, sweetly. Pushing himself off the couch, Tony carried me all the way to our newly shared bedroom. I wrapped my arms around his neck for better support until he dropped me onto the mattress. The satin sheets hugged me as we sunk into the bed. Tony’s fingers grabbed the rim of my sweatpants and he began pulling them down; I bit my bottom lip softly, keeping my eyes on his. My deep red, laced panties started to show. “How about we put that pretty rose lipstick to good use in our new bed,” he growled. My only response was a small nod as I allowed Tony to become the dominant one. The role he normally took when we were together, the role that I’ve come to enjoy. Tony smiled down at me one last time before delving into his lust, mixing with my own.

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Fuegoleon x Female Y/N

Word Count: 2,020

Laundry Day

Summary: Captain Fuegoleon had a laundry room added to the Crimson Lion base to teach it's knights about chores and responsibilities. Y/N has never seen anyone use it, until one night her captain joins her for a wash.

Warnings: Semi / Public Sex, Fuegoleon being how he is, Talk of ballsacks, Cum, Adulthood Responsibilities

Having nice clothes was an unspoken rule of the Crimson Lions. No one left their rooms without looking their best, everyone even had silk robes for late night snack adventures around the base. However, those who lived at the base lacked certain resources they were accustomed to at home, maids, servants, and mamas to do their laundry. Could they have hired a few to help the hopeless royals and noble knights? Sure, but that wouldn’t bare them a lesson, so good ol’ Captain Fuegoleon had instead created a room full of ‘machines’ that would ‘wash their clothes.’ He had a very gaudy sign made for the door that had “laundry room” illustrated with too many frills, but what can we expect from a team that has Kings in their name. Nonetheless, most members went home often and took their washings with them. They’ll train day and night to put their life on the line for the kingdom, but god forbid they wash their own underwear, including the man who made the room. No one had ever seen him walking around the castle with a laundry basket on his hip.

But there were perks to this.

Y/N had the laundry room all to herself. She waited until late at night to spare herself the gossip of doing her own chores, but once everyone was settled into their dorms she made a beeline for the washers, adorning her robe so she could walk around if she felt like it and not get a “what are you doing up so late?” interrogation. Obviously no one else was in the room so she could use up as many machines as she wanted, taking time to sort out her delicate underwear and stained training clothes. A wicked idea crossed her mind. Y/N removed her robe and set it to the side, took over her silk pajama set and threw it into the delicate cycle, before putting her robe back on. Very little hid her from the world, but as far as she was concerned the “world” was asleep and wouldn’t dare to enter this room.

If she were a lady, which she was, she would just sit in and wait for the cycles to finish, but as the washers went through their cycles they made vibrations that just felt… good against her body. She leaned against it letting the vibrations help relax her sore arms and legs.

“Maybe if I lay down on all of them I’ll be able to get my whole body at the same time!”

Y/N turned her back to the machine, placing her palms on top in order to hoist herself up on top, but as she sat down she felt a different kind of relaxing vibration.

“I shouldn’t indulge in this behavior…. But no one is around to witness it…”

Y/N closed her eyes and allowed her body to relax while certain feelings went through her core. Her robe became looser as the cycle went on. Her eyes were closed and head was rolled back, but as she opened her mouth to let out a moan the door to the laundry room ripped open. Fast and quiet but it was enough for her to notice. Jerking her head up she saw her captain standing in the doorway, with a woven basket full of clothes in his arm.

She had a millisecond to cover herself from him.

“Cap-Captain! What are you doing here,” Y/N slammed her legs together while trying to close her robe.

He arched a brow at her, “Laundry, as one does in the laundry room… Why are you sitting on the machine?”

“I just… like the way it feels…” Idiot. Why would you say that?

Fuegoleon gave her the side eye while loading his own washer and added the soap like he’d been doing it for years. So pretty boy does his own laundry? Interesting. Y/N was still sitting on top of the washer, too scared of giving a free show if she moved.

“Are you going to sit on it until it’s done?”

“You know, it’s good for my sore muscles. Which I have because I’ve been training so hard!”

“Oh… well maybe I should try it too.”

Why was Captain Fuegoleon so… like this?

“Okay,” Y/N squeaked out and watched in horror as her captain climbed on top of the washing machine next to her, curiosity and excitement all over his face.

“I’m not sure I understand,” his eyes crossed in confusion as the vibes clearly did nothing for his ass and thighs.

So his balls aren’t big enough to touch the surface he sits on…

“Excuse me?”

Y/N’s face became very red, had she said that out loud?!

“You should try laying down on it!” She screeched out, motioning for him to use her lap as a pillow.

Fuegoleon’s eyes crossed, “You are absolutely right, Y/N! Thank you,” he moved his legs on top of the machine, resting his head on her thigh, which gave him a perfect very of her under breast.

“H-how’s that, Captain?”

“I can feel my muscles being stimulated! This is an amazing discovery, Y/N!”

“Thank you?”

“Oh! You should join me, come lay down next to me.”

Y/N looked down and the limited space on top of the machines.

“I’m not sure we will both fit, Captain.”

Fuegoleon followed her eyes, thinking.

“How about you lay on top of me and I rub your muscles, then we switch sides when your clothes are put in the dryer.”

Y/N felt something deep in her melt at the idea of getting a massage from her captain.

“O-okay.”

Fuegoleon lifted his head to give her room to remove herself. She stood on the ground, placed her hands on either side of his head and lifted herself on top of him. Hovering over him she remembered that she was naked under her robe, which was thin and now hanging off her body. She gulped and prayed he didn’t notice as she laid her body on top of his.

Without a word more, his hands went to her shoulders rubbing downwards in circular motions. It took everything in Y/N’s power to not moan whenever he stimulated a particularly sore part. It didn’t help that her hips were rested right above his and she could feel the vibrations through him.

The ringing of the finished cycle was her only salvation. Fuegoleon’s face looked funny as she lifted herself up to move her clothes to the dryer. She gave him a questioning look before a draft alerted her what was wrong. Her robe had moved open, stopping at her hard nipples. She flew her hands up to shut the fabric once more before jumping off of him.

“I am so sorry Captain,” she ripped open the washer door, “I think I would like to go to my room while my clothes dry,” Y/N was throwing her wet training clothes into the washer.

“Is there any particular reason why, Y/N,” Fuegoleon asked.

“No…” she turned around to find he had opened her other washer to help her, but had pulled out one tiny, lace thong. His eyes narrowed as he observed how it stretched between his two pointer fingers.

Y/N wanted to die right then and there.

“I wasn’t aware you were seeing someone,” was all he said as she chucked the underwear back into the machine and grabbed its contents completely.

“Wh-why would you say that,” she squeaked, taking the load from him and turning around to throw them in another dryer.

“You don’t wear those for training, do you,” his voice tickled her ear. Y/N’s eyes rolled from the sensation of its warmth.

“S-sometimes I do,” she slammed the door shut and messed with the settings

“Why,” he pushed her flush against the dryers, “Hoping someone might see them?”

“Captain…”

Fuegoleon removed himself from Y/N.

“I apologize, Y/N. It seems I misread you. Forgive me.” He sat in a chair on the opposite side of the room.

Y/N had 5 seconds to either go to her room or make a once in a lifetime decision. And she was brash so…

After hitting start on the dryer she slowly walked to her captain.

“I wear them hoping you will invite me to your dorm afterwards for a shared bath.”

Fuegoleon looked up from his lap. Y/N’s hands were on the tie of her robe. As he opened his mouth to speak she pulled on it and let it slide down her shoulders. Leaving herself completely bare to him.

His eyes became dark with hunger.

“Thank god,” he stood up and started throwing off his clothes, “I thought I had just made an ass of myself.”

Y/N had seen his naked chest before while training, but it was different now. She let her eyes move downward, she stopped to take in his throbbing cock. She gaped at its size. It would never fit in her mouth.

“Tell me, Y/N, are my balls still not big enough?”

A blush crept across her face, “I didn’t mean for you to hear that.”

“Then make it up to me.”

Y/N walked forward, stopped when their chest touched before dropping to her knees.

The pair maintained eye contact as Y/N reached out her tongue, giving his member a long lick. Fuegoleon nodded in approval. Y/N wrapped her mouth around the head, lightly sucking as she made her way down his shaft.

Fuegoleon growled in pleasure as Y/N bobbed her head. His cock was so long she could only get half of it in her mouth, gagging as she tried to fit in more. Fuegoleon pushed back her shoulders and lifted her up.

“I’d rather taste you than have you taste me, darling,” then laid her down on his washers which were still vibrating.

Fuegoleon put his hands on Y/N’s inner thighs, lightly massaging before spreading them open. His face was at level with her wet opening.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he purred before taking a long lick over her bundle of nerves. “You’re so sweet,” he sucked, hard.

Y/N reached for Fuegoleon’s hair, pulling it as she moaned on his tongue. He continued to take laps at her. Her pussy dripped down her curves and onto the washer.

“I want you,” Y/N whimpered.

Fuegoleon growled, continuing his feast.

“Please,” she shrieked as an orgasm ripped through her body.

“There we go,” he murmured, unbending his back.

Their eyes met, “Please,” Y/N repeated.

Fuegoleon pulled Y/N to the edge of the washer, “There is nothing that would make me happier.”

He lined his cock up with her vagina, taking his time sinking inside of her. Y/N gasped as his member hit her innermost wall.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he leaned down to suck on her nipple, “You feel so good.” Fuegoleon slowly pulled out, almost completely, before ramming himself back inside. He did it again and again. Y/N was a wet, mewling mess beneath him.

“Fuegoleon,” she cried as his cock hit her most sensitive spot.

“That’s what I was looking for, do you like that, Y/N?”

He taunted her, hitting the spot repeatedly. All Y/N could do was moan and scream.

“Good girl,” he latched his mouth to hers, swallowing her cries of pleasure.

She tightened around him, signalling she was close. He twitched in response.

“Together,” he growled, “We come together.” Y/N nodded.

A final thrust was their undoing, Y/N spasmed around him, shaking with the washer. Fuegoleon spilled inside her, so deep and hot. He stayed sheathed inside her while he caught his breath, leaning his head on her shoulder.

“That was…”

“Amazing,” Y/N answered. He gave her a smile.

The beep of his washer was their signal to get put together.

“I’m hoping you’ll join me in my room to fold our clothes once we’re done, Y/N.”

And she was more than inclined to agree.

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