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neoplatinum · 1 month

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morning beauty | myoui 'mina' minari

summary: has mina always looked this beautiful?

pairing: mina x 10th-member!reader

themes: fluff, major major fluff, minor 2yeon, rest of twice

wc: 3.9k

you had something to confess, a little guilty pleasure of yours, well guilty as in you didn't want the other members to find out. but it was truly something you enjoyed for yourself and kept hidden away from the rest of the girls.

you always chose to room with mina, because you liked waking up to her. it started when it was something jeongyeon commented on during the 2022 once day fanmeeting.

when jeongyeon explained that she would like to be reborn married to mina, she explained it was because she wanted to wake up to mina's face everyday. while chaeyoung and nayeon were playfully laying their claim on their women.

you realized you never actually slept in the same bed with mina, so you don't know what jeongyeon means by it. mina's gorgeous, you could never deny that, but wow does jeongyeon sound like she has a crush. you laughed at the sight of a jealous chaeyoung and nayeon.

letting the thought slip into the back of your mind for a while.

until twice's 5th word tour: ready to be was starting up. after the grueling work and practice that came with preparing for a seven leg tour, also was the need of having partners for hotel rooms. the first foreign show was kicked off in sydney, australia.

the beautiful warm city with bright lights shining in to the hotel lobby. while you were still trying to adjust to the time difference. just as you were about to yawn, body sinking into the hotel couch, mina walks up to you.

"hi, we're going to be rooming together." in that quiet, calm voice of hers, handing you a second key card. you nod and continue to yawn and rub at your eyes, ready to get settled in the hotel room before soundcheck. stuffing the keycard into your pocket, and rolling the luggage towards the elevators.

the room was gorgeous, facing the beautiful sun shining in, but you felt like a heavy log in water. the time difference was really messing with your energy levels, so you begrudgingly rolled your luggage inside. flopping onto the bed immediately.

mina's quietly humming a song as she gets settled. tucking her luggage away on her side of the room, and then getting ready to play on her switch.

you watched her, with your body laying flat on your stomach, but your head turned towards her. hearing the low sounds of her game, she doesn't say much, but it's comfortable being around her.

she’s always brought you a comforting sense of home even if you are thousands of miles away from korea.

mina's a nice contrast from constantly rooming with nayeon.

nayeon always flings her outfit all over the bed, even landing them on your bed. chargers and phone misplaced all the time, begging you to call her number and to find her chargers. this is a much different change of pace.

you wake up to the sight of mina, wearing cute jeans and a plain tee, long hair running down her back, her face away from you. rummaging through her toiletries bag for something. then she gets up to go wash her face. her face half turned towards you when she realizes you are awake.

you let out a small gasp, has her side profile always been this pretty? your eyes go wide, trailing down her face, from the sharp eyebrows to the beauty mark above her lip and her defined jawline. it's all too much for your heart to handle while still waking up.

"i'm going to go wash my face before soundcheck." she says quietly, nodding at you before disappearing into the bathroom. you begin to wonder what's in the sydney water.

the rest of the soundcheck and concert, you've been in a daze: a mina daze. constantly eyeing her from across the stage, side glances and unfocused. has she always looked this good?

you try and snap out of it before the concert starts, but as you watch mina perform 7 rings from behind the stage, your jaw drops naturally. eyes glued to the screen, watching her turn around to drop her ass. you nearly drop your mic.

jeongyeon stares at the performance, cheering mina on, but her eyes fall on you, watching you watch mina. she keeps that in mind.

the rest of the concert goes off without a hitch, the crowd's shouting and the energy in the sydney night is beautiful. you're enjoying a break as the group takes a quick break to chat with fans. you lean down to grab water bottles, handing some to the other members.

then the big screen shifts to mina, and you hear her voice reverberate around the stadium. you try and watch her across the stage, but she's blocked by tzuyu so you turn to watch the 4k big screen instead.

and as she shares her feelings for the sydney onces, you get entranced by her speaking. watching the way her eyes shine under the fluorescent lights and the gorgeous outfit she has on. the second time that day you ask yourself, has she always looked this good? mina continues to talk until you notice yourself being shown on screen, eyes glued to the screen.

you completely miss the timing for your turn to speak, and then nayeon and jeongyeon are making a big deal about you staring at mina. pushing and shoving you playfully as you try and play it off coolly. it's too late though because the internet's already circulating with videos of you staring down the screen with mina's face blown up.

onces all over the internet are making memes over it, the sight of your face, jaw dropped and just in awe of mina on the big screen.

by the time you are focused on the concert again, and interacting with fans. you begin waving and doing requests off of once's posters.

laughing at one that's asking for sana's hand in marriage, you tug her towards the excited fan and watching sana offer her hand out, laughing and running away. as if she didn't just kill that poor fangirl.

the walk out of the van into the hotel lobby is tiring, you can feel the adrenaline finally wearing off. the intensity of having to perform for so long taking a toll on you, you keep massaging your shoulder as you follow the girls up the elevator. jihyo and jeongyeon happily chatting about being in australia. and looking forward to exploring local spots.

mina taps you lightly, and you turn your body towards her.

"i brought massage oils." she says quietly, pointing towards the hand thats been rubbing your shoulders. you thank her quietly, letting her walk you to the hotel room, too tired to even talk.

you fall into a chair, watching mina take out another toiletry bag. grabbing some massage oil, taking the time to work the muscle aches and the tension in your shoulder. a nice relaxing feeling with her pressing the buildup away.

"thank you mina." you offer as she leaves to go wash off the massage oil. your cheeks dusted light pink at the attentive care she has for you, even if she's bone tired from her own performance.

after doing your nightly routine, you get ready to sleep off the exhaustion, dreaming of soft hands and long jet black hair. dreaming of the girl in the other bed in the room.

waking up you feel like you've been transported into a different world. eyes watching mina do her morning routine so gently and quietly. moving around to collect her outfit for the day, and to put on light makeup.

you try and concentrate on your own morning routine, but you keep glancing over at mina through the wall mirror as she fixes her eyeliner by the other sink. with your face dripping in water, you forget what you were supposed to be doing. that warm yellow light bringing a gorgeous hue to her skin.

walking out to join the other girls for breakfast didn't help either as mina was seated next to you, taking the edge seat closest to the window. the sun bouncing off her skin, glowing even more than in the bathroom. dahyun had to tap on you five times to get you to pass her the syrup bottle.

you try and snap back into the real world, but with a face like mina's, how can you?

the melbourne concert was amazing, the synergy in the air making you forget about your little dilemma. you playfully tugged chaeyoung along, running around the stage and making half hearts with her at every corner. hearing the shouts of fans at the sight at every pose. you nearly run into mina at one point, not noticing her in your peripheral until it's too late.

at the last second, you pull her body towards you, arms circling her waist in a protective hold, making sure she didn't fall backwards off the stage. in the stress of the moment, you don't realize how close you are to her face, until you look up. her eyes staring into yours, and your eyes go wide at the closeness.

trying to play it off, taking your arm away from her waist and asking if she's okay. but the video is circling the internet that night, fans squealing at the near kiss.

you try and avoid the topic as you and mina get ready for bed, mina wouldn't confront you about it, you know that much. she's quietly humming another song as she cleans up her make up bag. sorting it and tucking it away.

you try and think about anything else other than her, this mina fixation is slowly eating up your attention.

with the osaka and tokyo shows, you begin to get closer to mina, her taking time to bring you around to her favorite spots when she was younger. she's in her home country, and her parents are friendly, familiar faces.

they offer nice gifts to all the members, even asking you how your shoulder is doing. you reply that it's doing well, all thanks to mina's massage oils. they smile at that, glad their daughter is so nice and thoughtful to the other girls.

mina brings all the members over to the myoui residence for a sleepover.

you get a real feel for pre-debut mina. the game obsession is still obvious, but you also discover her childhood memories. photos littered in her room and a giant wall dedicated to the group. you try not to tear up at the sight of everyone as the final lineup from sixteen, but the memories are coming back.

she walks in with a box in her hand.

"this is for you, from my parents." and you look down and see massage oils, top of the line and very very expensive. your eyes widen at the sight, you would never justify buying this for yourself.

"oh mina, you don't have to." you push the box away.

"my parents insisted. i told them about your shoulder, and they ordered it right away." you smile at that, the myoui's are always so thoughtful. you begrudgingly take the box, and thanking her parents for the wonderful gift. promising to always look after mina.

that night as you get ready for a sleepover at the myoui's with all the girls huddled up in her living room floor, you think that you would love to live with mina.

then came the US leg of the tour, and with it came more moments spent with mina. you nearly had a heart attack when you found out mina was experiencing back pain the whole concert. she didn't even mention it, just pulled out a back brace from her luggage and wrapped it over her shirt.

mina had to calm you down from calling your manager, your frantic voice demanding a doctor visit immediately. she managed to convince you to let it go, with the promise of much-needed rest and letting you take care of her.

so you use the massage oils her parents bought to massage her back every night. attentively rubbing her lower back and then to her upper back. removing the knots in her shoulder, mina falls asleep at one point, so you tuck her in. pulling the comforter up and washing your hands before getting ready for bed.

with her back pain having flair-ups, you always carry her luggage, insisting that she doesn't carry heavy things. you insist even if she rolls her eyes because you'd rather have an unhappy mina who feels coddled than a mina in pain and aching from carrying around her luggage.

you start to question why you do all this for mina.

you've developed a routine since rooming with mina at every hotel. always tucking away mina's luggage by the side of the bed that is closer to the bathroom. in that corner that she always likes, always setting her makeup brushes from biggest to smallest, left to right on her vanity. you always make sure the water you brought to her was warm, not too hot but also not too cold.

when mina is feeling a little under the weather from being in the rain for the atlanta concert, you urge jeongyeon to come with you to buy medicine for her.

you stroll into the target, looking around for cough drops and cough medicine, going up to the cashier and through the use of your translator app, you successfully are directed to the right row. getting cough drops for mina.

while you are busy debating between two brands, with jeongyeon holding a basket full of remedies, jeongyeon asks you this.

"who is mina to you?"

"mina? she's our member." you laugh, what a silly question jeongyeon.

"no, who is mina to YOU?" jeongyeon asks again, as you shove one bag back into the display. then reaching into the back of a different row to get a bag of cough drops that hopefully no one has touched.

"she's my..." you stop, hand on the bag. a little confused by what jeongyeon means. "why are you asking this question?"

jeongyeon keeps shuffling her feet, peering on the other side and picking up a box of travel toothpaste for herself. "you've just been really close with her, and now you're even out here buying medicine and little things that she likes."

"well of course i would, it's what you would do for nayeon." you roll your eyes at the obvious.

"exactly, nayeon and i are together, and when she was sick you didn't rush me out here to buy her medicine. so what does that make mina to you?"

you grab the bag, placing it into the basket and briskly walking away.

"hey! you can't avoid the question!" jeongyeon catches up to you, while you continue to ignore her, and then you see a row of red. the nintendo switch display aisle.

bingo.

you begin searching through the rows of game cartridges for pikmin 4.

the game that mina's been raving about the release for. talking to you animatedly about how she excited she is to get her hands on it, talking about her obsession with the previous games. you kept that in mind to buy it for her when it releases.

with the chaotic schedule, mina never had the time to buy the game, so you took it upon yourself to buy it for her.

"oh you are so in love with her, dodging my question only to buy mina a switch game?" jeongyeon smirks at you placing the game into her basket.

"am not!" you shout back, and jeongyeon cackles because you're lying through your teeth. your cheeks are flushed, and you're throwing the worst temper tantrum ever.

"yeah, sure." jeongyeon continues to cackle as you take the basket out of her hand, rushing forward to pay for the stuff, ignoring the way jeongyeon is just waiting for you to look at her with that knowing smirk of hers.

you are not giving her the satisfaction.

you return to your hotel room after shoving jeongyeon to her room. begging nayeon to take her girlfriend away so she can stop asking you if you're in love with mina.

obviously you are not.

you walk into your own room, seeing mina laying like she was before you left, switch in hand and looking pale. you immediately press your hand to her forehead, oh good, she doesn't have a fever.

you start taking things out of the shopping bag. cough drops, and bottle of cough medicine in case she needed something stronger. pedialyte to rehydrate herself, chicken soup that won't hurt her stomach. and tylenol medicine in case she gets a fever. at the display of all the items on her nightstand, you scratch the back of your head. did you really buy that much?

"thank you, you really didn't have to get me so much. it was only a cough." she says quietly, taking the bag of cough drops and ripping it to throw one in her mouth. you realize you have definitely overreacted, but how could you not when mina was coughing?

then you remembered the gift in your hand.

"i also bought something for you." you hand her the physical copy of pikmin 4. watching the ways her eyes go wide, excitement coursing through her, she leans forward, offering you a hug, that has you frozen. and she turns to open the game. you sit by her side the rest of the night letting her explain the game to you.

oh god, maybe you are in love with mina.

it becomes a habit, watching mina play her games every night, no matter how hard or confusing the game was, you alway sat by her to watch her. sometimes she caught you watching her instead of the game and would just redirect your focus back to the game.

then it becomes a habit of sleeping in the same bed. you wake up to the sight of mina, always waking up before her, sometimes you liked tucking her hair out of her face if you were bold. or plugging her switch into the outlets when she falls asleep playing it. you don't question it when she gets closer to you, and you lay your arm over her protectively.

today, mina didn't even want to wake up, so here you are, arranging breakfast in a tray from the lobby, bringing it up to her. with jeongyeon following you, you forget about how this isn't normal behavior for you. so dedicated and attentive to mina's wellbeing.

you walk in and gently place the tray by the counter. then you sit down to wake up mina, tapping her shoulder in a way you know won't spook her. as she slowly gets up, you brush her hair away, you also unwrap utensils for her to eat the breakfast you have for her.

she's enjoying her meal, with you making sure each bite isn't hot, blowing on it if it's too hot. and then you hear it.

"oh. my. god." your head snaps towards the hallway, the sight of jeongyeon and nayeon peering in, with jeongyeon filming the whole interaction. nayeon giggling like an idiot and hitting jeongyeon on the arm. then you get up ready to chase them out the room, them both turning on their heel rushing out the room.

you grow embarrassed, cheeks and ears flushed red and you look at mina, who also seems embarrassed being caught like this.

"let me go talk to them." you say, needing an out from this awkward moment. mina nods and continues eating her meal, letting you walk out, with your hands in your pockets and a nervous shiver down your spine.

you spot the two girls, eyeing jeongyeon's phone, and you can see it even if their back is turned to you. nayeon's snickering and jeongyeon's loud gasps. the video of you hand-feeding mina playing through the speakers.

"jeongyeon!" you shout as you get ready to snatch the phone out of her hand. she's quick, tucking the phone into her shirt. if it had been literally any two other members, you would not have to lose your head like this.

"so...mind explaining to us what's going on?" nayeon looks at you amusedly, pointing at the hotel door. you shake your head no, adamantly.

"oh also, just so you know, jeongyeon sent the video into the groupchat." nayeon says to you, and jeongyeon chases after her girlfriend down the hallway. you get ready for the confrontation that's going to happen when everyone in the group chat sees the video.

jihyo has you and mina in two chairs, watching you two closely. eyes boring into your and then into mina's, it keeps going on until you finally snap.

"jihyo please, can you just say what you want to say?" you sigh.

"okay, i had to do this to jeongyeon and nayeon when i found out they were sleeping together." she explains, you gag at the information, while mina looks away. "are you two together?"

"we're..." you trail off at the end. you haven't asked mina at all, you barely know if she feels anything towards you. mina taps her foot rhythmically. a nervous tick she's developed over the years, you hold her hand, and she stops tapping her foot.

"ooookay, i'll let you guys talk it out." jihyo slips out of the room, closing the door behind her.

you look at mina, she's not looking at you either. but the urge to confess was too much to handle, and you realize words are tumbling out of your mouth, before you had the time to think it through.

"i like you mina, i realized it through this tour, with how beautiful you are, i mean that inside and out. you were so attentive about my shoulder and you always offered to give me a massage even if you were tired from the concert."

you continue to word vomit in front of her.

"i mean i always knew you were gorgeous, but wow you take my breath away. seriously, all those videos circulating the internet was actually because you took my breath away. i want to wake up to your face, every. single. day. i don't know if you like me back, but i really do like you."

her face is beet red, hands rubbing one another as she listens to you talk, and then without another word, she gives you a quick peck on the lips, and returns to her seat. even more embarrassed than before.

"mina?" you gasp out. feeling for your lips, ones that she just kissed. she shakes her head no, but her feeling are betraying her. her body sinking into herself.

you giggle at it; it's cute that she can't even say it. "i'm going to assume you like me back because you kissed me."

she nods her head shyly, and then you let out a laugh.

at the very last concert of the ready to be tour. you're busy trying to tease tzuyu with momo. a wonderful encore stage to wrap up the amazing 49 concert tour. you continue to circulate the stage, often chasing jeongyeon and nayeon, when you spot a sign, "mina, will you marry me?"

you squint a bit at it, a little hard to read in the night, but when you get it, you immediately bring the mic to your lips, accidentally speaking into it.

"you can't marry mina, i'm marrying her."

the video breaks the internet.

a/n: this is a birthday gift to minari!! thank you to @im--yoong who messaged me requesting this fic, this is the video that inspired this fic!!

ALSO HUGE HUGE HUGE SHOUTOUT to @cry4mina who helped me move this story along, frfr saved me. bare-faced mina could save me, i believe it. stay safe and stay healthy everyone!

#mina x reader #twice mina #mina twice #mina myoui #minari myoui #myoui mina #twice x you #twice x reader #twice #kpop imagines #neoplatinum

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azsazz · 6 months

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In Storm

Rancher!Cassian x Reader

Summary: You want a baby and Cassian looks all too good in his flannel.

Warnings: Conversation about having a baby.

Word Count: 1,098

Notes: The Cassian era is era-inggg

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Rainy mornings are your favorite.

The sky cracking open and letting her feelings loose means that you get to sleep in, that your husband’s warm body holds you tightly as rain patters the windows in pretty songs. It means gentle calloused hands roaming your curves, soft breaths as he mouths against your skin. It means a slow and sensual fucking with a steaming hot bath following, where you can lean back into the comfort of Cassian and rest the day away.

But rainy mornings are not his favorite.

You find your husband standing in front of the large windows of the living room, staring out into the expanse of land you get to call yours. Yesterday’s flannel hangs loose around his broad shoulders, unbuttoned from when he’d hastily thrown it on to examine the conditions of the farm under the onslaught of rain. His hair is tousled, not yet thrown up into a haphazard bun the way he does when he works up a sweat from milking the cows or fixing the fence. His feet are bare, just as yours are, the hardwood flooring holding a chilled bite to it as you near his side.

Stepping up next to Cassian, you gaze out the window as well. The weather hadn’t called for a storm but the springtime is unpredictable. The horses graze in the pasture, seemingly unaffected by the drizzling skies. Their coats are dark with water but they’re getting on with their days as if the sun is shining brightly.

Lightning cracks the sky and Cassian grunts, displeased. You can see it in the downwards slope of his mouth that he’s unhappy with the fact that he hadn’t brought the animals in yesterday, when he knew he smelled the metallic tang of a storm creeping in.

“They’re animals,” you try to soothe, “They should be used to it.”

“I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about the stallions,” Cassian responds, not even sparing you a glance as he stares at the horses. “But my mares shouldn’t be out in this storm. Especially not Carrington. Ol’ girl can have that foal anytime now and she’s only out in the rain because you were adamant she needed ‘fresh air.’” His voice pitches at the end in a terrible impersonation of you and you scowl.

“So now it’s my fault?” you ask, incredulously. Cassian lets you sidle up to his side anyway, slipping between the opening of his flannel and his bare chest. You nearly growl with delight because he’s so warm. Turning your head, you press your lips to his pec. “You’re grumpy when it rains.”

“‘M grumpy because there’s chores that need to be done,” Cassian sighs, wrapping an arm around your waist. “I should go out there.”

Out there looks miserable. The trail leading up to the barn is muddy, puddles of rain scattering the path. The rain has kept its steady pour since you’d come down here to find your husband, and if you think he’s grumpy now, you know he’d be absolutely miserable after working out in the rain all day.

“Or, you can stay in here and we can spend a little time together,” you drawl, trailing your fingers along his chest. His muscles clench the closer to his waistline that you get.

His hazel gaze cuts down to yours, “Last night wasn’t enough for you?” Cassian muses, eyes sparkling in the way that you know you have him.

“Won’t be enough for me until I look like your best girl Carrington out there, nice and full with child.”

Cassian’s fingers still from where they’re tracing patterns on your hip. “You really want one, don’t you?” He asks softly.

You shrug. It hasn’t been something you’ve talked about much, a child. Cassian is busy running the ranch and ever since Rhysand and Feyre moved closer to the hustle and bustle of the city to raise Nyx, you haven’t had anyone to really talk to besides the mares. And they just whinny and snort at everything you say.

“It would mean extra hands around the farm,” you try to play off, cheeks heating. You slide from his side, eager to dispel the conversation your husband surely doesn’t want to have at this very moment. Not while Carrington is getting rained on, Gods forbid. “What do you want for breakfast? Pancakes? An omelet? I just gathered the eggs yesterday morning so they’ll be nice and fresh.”

“Hey,” Cassian calls gently, snagging your hand as you try to dip away. He tugs you back to his chest, bushing some of your sleep mussed hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear so he can caress your cheek. His hazel eyes search yours, and the frown tugging his lips downward makes your heart ache. “Don’t walk away from me, sweetheart. You want a baby?”

Your eyes well with tears the longer he stares at you. His brows are pulled tight as he waits patiently for your response. The emotion in your throat is thick, but you nod, voice coming out raspy with it when you answer. “More than anything.”

Cassian nods a little, taking in your answer. His throat bobs but he’s agreeing, nodding firmer. “Then let’s have one.”

Your entire body locks up at his words. You didn’t think it would be so easy to convince him. All you had to do all of this time was ask? Surely, that is not the case.

But Cassian would be so wonderful with a child in his arms. He’d love them just as perfectly as he loves you, as he cares for the animals of his ranch. You’ve seen him with the foals and chicks and lambs. How he holds each one with care and parades them around the ranch, kissing their little heads and talking to them in soft voices. He’s made to be a father, even if he doesn’t know it himself.

“We’re trying to have a baby,” you breathe, clutching onto him. An all-consuming feeling rushes through your body, nerves perhaps, because holy shit, you and Cassian are going to try for a baby. “We’re trying for a baby!”

Cassian grins, mirroring your excitement. He pulls you into his arms and you lock your legs around his waist immediately, diving down to capture his mouth against yours. The kiss is exhilarating, hot and sensual as they both of you settle into the feeling that maybe this time next year, it could be you giving birth instead of Carrington.

You could not be more excited for the adventure you and your husband are about to embark on.

#rancher!cassian #cassian x reader #acotar #azsazz #acomaf #acowar #cassian #cassian au #cassian/reader

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abyssruler · 2 years

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cyno x gn!reader

“You’ll like him, I promise!”

“If he’s anything like you, I suppose.”

“Well…” You trail off, imagining you and your brother growing up and constantly being told how different the two of you are, from your personalities down to your looks. “Anyway! He can be a bit of a dummy, but he means well.”

Cyno nods, a thoughtful frown on his lips as he crosses his arms and waits for your brother to arrive at your meeting spot.

You spy the eye-catching ahoge from a mile away. You beam, raising your hand in a wave and turning to your partner beside you—only to blink as you realize that he left without your notice.

The sound of steel against steel in the distance blares an alarm in your head. Frantic, you whip your head to the direction of the sound and find two very familiar individuals duking it out.

Oh no.

“Big brother Haitham, stop!”

They both freeze at the sound of your voice for two completely different reasons.

Al-Haitham pulls you behind him and points his sword at your very confused partner, uncharacteristically slow to connect the dots. “Choose your next actions carefully, Cyno.”

Cyno completely lowers his weapon as he switches his gaze between the two of you as if in disbelief that Al-Haitham, the so-called Akademiya lunatic who he’s barely spoken two words to, is your older brother. You, the light of his life—but also an Akademiya drop out who only managed to get in through sheer luck after your random answers on the entrance examination turned out to be right—were related to him?

Impossible.

…Or so he would have thought a minute ago before his world was turned upside down and his partner’s brother wasn’t the most suspicious person in Cyno’s eyes.

My brother is really smart like you! He’s really nice and he used to help me study for my tests back when I still went to the Akademiya. A little, um, mean—but he’s actually a good person!

Hah, mean. A large understatement. It would equate to a scholar calling the General Mahamatra benign.

He suppose he should have expected it from you. You do have the tendency to think the best of people, even when they don’t deserve it.

“Brother.” You tug on Al-Haitham’s arm to bring his sword down, but he refuses to do so, unwilling to take his eyes off Cyno. Huffing in annoyance, you stomp on his feet and feel immense satisfaction when he turns his head to glare at you.

“This isn’t the time—”

“He’s Cynie!”

There’s a joke to be made about a pin dropping in the silence after your words and your brother’s dawning look of realization and the skepticism that follows.

He whirls his head to Cyno and points, “That’s Cynie?”

You nod with a growing smile, delighted that your brother finally lowered his sword so you can come up to Cyno and drag him close by the arm. “Cynie, meet my brother, Haitham!”

“…I told you not to call me that in front of others.”

“But it’s cute!”

“Only when we’re alone.” To this, he sends a baleful glare to Al-Haitham that your brother returns with a glare of his own.

“Oh, please. My sibling has told me everything that’s happened in your relationship,” then, as if to add salt to the wound, he strictly emphasizes, “Cynie.”

A muscle in your partner’s brow twitches.

“It’s great that you two are getting along!” You exclaim with a smile that could rival the sun.

They can’t say no to that face. They both have no choice but to reluctantly grumble a hesitant ‘yes…’ that has your eyes shining bright.

“I have our outing planned for today! I saw a promo in a restaurant that said if you can finish some kind of large meal in under an hour, you don’t have to pay for it! Not too sure how big it is, but I know I can eat it all. I also passed by this really cool place yesterday…”

They let you drag them by the arm across the city, shooting glares at each other and throwing subtle barbs when they think you aren’t looking.

You called that day the ‘brothers-in-law bonding day’. They hated every second of it and vowed to never talk to the other again.

Unless you asked them to, of course.

#in case ur wondering reader knows they dont like each other but is choosing not to acknowledge it #reader: i pretend i do not see 😑#in the canon serious x airhead au haitham and reader aren’t related at all but instead good friends bc reader finds haithams sassiness funny #oh wow there’s canon and non canon versions now…..anyway #i love me my grumpy and sunshine trope it will always remain superior <3 #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #cyno x reader #genshin cyno x reader #gn reader #serious x airhead

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omg peter and reader taking a walk on some little trail and they push one another into leaf piles and being love sick idiots <3

this is so cute!!! tysm for the request <3 i went the pining best friends route rather than established relationship, hope that’s okay! | 0.6k of fluff!

You and Peter have been friends for what feels like forever. He’s in almost every memory you have, as far back as they go. Your childhood best friend, your now best friend, the only boy you’ve ever loved.

Growing up across the hall from each other had its perks. A mother figure in aunt May, someone to walk to school with, a door that was always open for you.

You’ve spent so much time with him that it’s sort of impossible to imagine things any other way. Not that you’d need to.

Late September has a chill seeping into the city. Leaves changing color, hands hidden in jacket pockets, cheeks and noses bitten by cold wind. Fall surrounds you and you don’t mind one bit. Not when Peter’s beside you, too.

He’d come knocking on your door earlier (even though he doesn’t need to knock, as you’ve told him countless times) and asked you to go for a walk with him. Easy, like breathing or blinking, you’d said yes.

It’s nice to have someone to do these things with, to be mundane and quiet without a trace of awkwardness. All of this comfort and you’ve yet to tell him how you feel, how in love you are.

Peter walks close enough to you that your arms brush with every step, jacket against jacket, warmth seeping into your skin every time. When he walks alone, he’s quicker, strides full, earbuds in. With you, he’s learned to match your pace, to slow himself to stay next to you.

“You cold?” Peter asks, even when he’s the one with his cheeks pink from the breeze.

“Mmm, just my hands.” You tilt your head up to the sky, then towards him. “It’s a nice day.”

And it is. Despite the chill, the sun’s shining, the trail you and Peter are taking tucked away enough from the city that it doesn’t feel like you’re in it. Rustling leaves in the wind, fallen ones littering your path, the smell of fall in the air. Your favorite boy as company.

“Yeah, it is,” he says, eyes catching yours. Then, he reaches for the hand closest to him, his fingers curling around yours, and tucks your joined hands into his coat pocket. “There.”

You feel warmer already, his palm against yours, but you try to play it off. “How’s your pocket any warmer than mine?”

“‘Cause your coat’s a joke. I’ve got fleece-lined pockets, ‘kay? Way warmer, honey.”

“Leave it to you to be a nerd, even about a jacket.”

He shrugs innocently, shoulder to a rosy cheek.

Peter takes any excuse he can to be close to you, to touch you, and he knows what that means. He knows he loves you, and he’s not really hiding it. It sinks into everything he does. Walking closer to the road, letting you have the last sip of your shared milkshakes, going to see the latest horror movie with you when he hates the genre.

As much as Peter wants to tell you, he also wants this to work, to fall into place the way he thinks things will. You’ve had your whole lives with each other so far, and there’s the rest of a lifetime to go.

“Did you just call me a nerd?”

“You heard me, Parker.”

“Well, in that case…”

One second you’d been walking beside him, the next, Peter’s pushed you over into a pile of leaves beside the trail. It’s probably the most gentle push ever, but it’s enough to make you trip over your feet.

“Peter,” you groan, dragging out his name. “At least help me up.”

You hold out your hand, laying on your back, leaves probably stuck to your clothes and in your hair. Peter takes it—of course, he does—and with a tug, you’ve got him laying next to you.

“I always fall for that one,” he says, his hand still in yours, shoulders shaking a little with his laughter.

You turn your head to look at him, and he does the same, your noses an inch apart, twin smiles on your faces.

A lifetime to go, Peter thinks.

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here222lurk · 1 year

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Toji Fushiguro Vs. The Plushies

Will Toji win the IDGAF war?

Part 2

Warnings: 18+ only, fem!reader, fingering, tit worship, sex, breeding, and this is my first fic in a hot second (8 years)

3 months have passed since you put a label on your relationship. It's been 3 months since Toji started introducing you as his girlfriend, but you still feel giddy every time. You spend your weekends together sometimes in his apartment, but most times outside trying to see the city in a new lens that only you two share. It feels like the right thing to do after having endured the work week.

But today, you decided to cook for him in your apartment. You saw this pasta recipe on TikTok that you think he’d like so you decided to make it for him today.

The night before, he made sure to ask if you had all the ingredients you needed on hand, knowing damn well a minor inconvenience can send you spiraling. He made sure to pass by the weekend market to get fresh pasta and tomatoes on the way to your place.

Toji was eager to help and even volunteered to be your sous chef. You weren’t too excited about this. You never really liked when other people were in your way in the kitchen, but to your surprise, he was actually not bad in the kitchen. He knows how to hold a knife and clean as he goes.

It was nice seeing him harvesting herbs by your kitchen window while you prepare the garlic bread. He’s focused and looking so pensive hunched over a pot of basil, the warm sun shining over his face. He just looked so… beautiful wearing the same skin tight black shirt that hugs his chest in a way that’ll never fail to make your heart beat harder than usual.

“Hey y/n eyes up here,” walking towards you.

You snapped out of the trance he put you in and blushed, “I’m sorry! It’s hard to concentrate when there’s a giant whore hunkered over my herb garden.”

You both laughed at how absurd your brain fart reply was.

“What?! I’m not…” he paused, “Well maybe for you I am,” he replied while flashing the cheekiest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Yeah? Prove it.”

“Oh I will,” you feel him hugging you from behind with his hard dick pressed against you.

“After lunch maybe? I’m starving….”

“Yes, chef!” he says sardonically.

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“That was really good. Thank you,” Toji says while he trails to the kitchen holding used plates and utensils.

“Don’t start bullshitting me” You stay seated at the dining table but your gaze follows him.

“I’m not! Oh how can I ever repay you, my culinary princess?”

“Simple. 25 bucks for the pasta plus 5 for the bread.”

“That’s too much for me, you brat… Will this do?” his voice gets more audible as he walks back to you.

You feel him guiding your shoulders to make you face him. Toji towers over you on your left side. The impression of his hard dick clearly visible underneath his pants.

You feel your cheeks getting hotter, but try to play it cool looking displeased “Maaaybe…”

“Then let’s find out,” Toji holds your hand as you head towards your bed.

Your room is a bit messy with your office clothes still on your mattress from all those nights you came home from work feeling too tired to grab a clean shirt to sleep in. You push them off the bed, careful not to send your plushies plummeting to their death along with your clothes. You managed to save them all except for a fluffy pink cow plushie.

The crystal ball you hanged on your window catches the bright afternoon sun and illuminates specks of color around your room. You sit on your bed watching the specks move slowly on Toji as he undresses. You’re unsure if you’ve seen a view prettier than this. He takes his shirt off first, revealing the familiar scars on his body. His pants follow, falling to the floor.

“What’s the matter? Hmm?” he whispers onto your neck. Feeling his warm breath sends a shiver down your spine. He kisses you softly behind your ear, his hand making its way inside your underwear.

His fingers feel cold against your clit. You push your thighs together as a reflex.

“If you’re not gonna talk to me can you at least keep this warm for me?” you feel his finger sliding further into your folds. You stifle a moan trying to come up with a reply to humble his smug ass but you lose to his gentle touch and his quickening pace. His movement is encouraged by your wetness. Two fingers begin to slide inside, stretching your entrance. He rests his fingers in the spot you like best and glides over it repeatedly. You feel yourself tightening around his fingers

Tojiiii

You like that, brat?

Mmmmh

He pulls you in for a kiss and you reach for his dick. Starting your grip from his base to his tip. You feel him already wet with pre-cum and it makes you smile.

“Already?” you tease.

He begins to undo your buttons and take off your bra. Exposing your chest he palms your hard nipples. “Already?” he teases back. He looks so smug the scar on his lip inches upward.

“Asshole,” you mutter.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you in that apron” Toji is a boob guy degenerate who heads straight to lick around your nipples. You feel your nub get harder as he wraps his mouth around your left nipple to suck on it. He sucks harder and harder and the volume of your moans follow suit.

His idle hand alternates between rubbing your right nipple and pawing on your boob. He groans as he buries his face into your flesh. You can feel his dick grinding on your bare thigh unsure when you took your bottoms off.

The two of you close the distance between each other. You make out like it’s your last and he opens your legs up for him to hold your knees in place. He moans while putting the tip of his penis in and stays there, waiting for you to settle. You grow impatient and scoot your hips to push him further inside. He meets your pace and pretty soon the room is filled with the sound of you and Toji.

His crotch lands on your clit with every grind, making you wetter than you already are. You're too occupied with pleasure that the only coherent thing you could say is “Please.”

You feel his square jaw touch your neck as he starts moaning in your ear. “You look so fucking hot when youre begging for my dick, my princess” he whispers in your ear. And you’re done for. You feel yourself cumming around his hard dick. Your pussy twitching, trying to milk his dick for everything he has. “‘M cumminggg,” as your nails dig into his shoulders. You let yourself loose grinding against him.

Your legs feel like mush but your core keeps its tight grip around him. Toji pumps into you at a faster, frenzied pace. He looks so desperate for relief it’s adorable. He stares at you wondering how you’re the same person who used to find him so insufferable before. Your usually uptight face is replaced with a lewd look that tears him up inside. You find yourself close to cumming again. But before you could share this with Toji, you hear him say “Be my cumslut, baby.” You feel him shooting warm squirts of his thick cum inside you as you pulsate around him. It feels unreal cumming at the same time. It makes you wish you weren’t wearing an implant so he can ruin your life plans and give Megumi a sibling.

He gets his weight off of you and you start to notice the sun beaming across your bedroom, giving the space an orange tone. You didn’t realize how late in the afternoon it already is.

Your head rests on Toji’s chest as he wraps his arm around you. You watch him breathe heavily as he comes down from rearranging your guts. It’s getting a bit toasty in your pile of limbs, but it feels nice in the February chill. You stay like this, just quiet for a minute before you feel your eyelids get heavier and heavier. The last thing you remember is him kissing your forehead whispering “I love you, y/n” so quietly that you’re not sure if what you heard was a dream or not. You drift off to sleep.

You wake up suddenly feeling like you were falling from a cliff for a second, but you were caught by Toji’s big arms reminding you that you’re safe and he’s here. You wrap your arm around him, pulling him closer. His hand is placed on your back tracing soft random lines that comfort you for whatever reason.

“Babe? Can I ask you something?” Toji asks you in a low voice.

“Yeah sure. Always.” You prop yourself up to face him instinctively tilting your head ever so slightly to the side.

He cups your cheek and looks you in the eyes. “How many of these bed hogging plushies are from your dumbass ex?”

You laugh but this question took you aback a bit since you haven’t really decluttered recently. It’s not like the old stuff you received from past relationships still means anything. They just kind of faded in the background and you never really gave them a second thought.

You point to 4 out of 7 plushies on your bed and count simultaneously. “So, four. Oh and that cow on the floor.” Answering made you feel a little embarrassed not realizing how much of the plushies you own came from previous partners. You and Toji only started dating officially only a few months ago. Making him feel uncomfortable is not in the list of things you want to do.

He follows your index finger and studies the plushies. “Are you into the super soft ones or fluffy ones?” he asks.

“Hm… I have no preference, really… Just anything that you think I’ll like is great.”

So the next time you meet Toji in the train station, he’ll be picking you up from work and you’ll see a soft green unit big enough to be your pillow. It’s a lot to hold but it looks small when Toji carries it by his side.

“No way. Is this for me?”

“It’s for my side chick actually.”

You give him a side eye. One pout and he back tracks in record time.

“It’s for my favorite brat, obviously.” he hands the frog plushie to you and gives you a tender kiss.

You bury your face in the soft plush and it instantly reminds you of the stuffed toy that never left your side when you were a kid. It smells just like Toji.

“Oh he’s so grumpy,” you can’t help but let out a high pitched adoration for the frog.

His brows furrow upwards, “You don’t like it?”

“He’s perfect. He looks just like you,” you reply, tears forming in your eyes. “I’ll never sleep without Jiji again,” you named the frog.

“Oh you better.” he smirks.

The frog plushie in question

Part 2 soon????

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Today Sheila and I went to another small town for some Christmas shopping, food, and drink. We drove an hour east to River Falls. It is in Wisconsin, the land where gas stations have beer caves and every city has a constitutionally mandated one tavern for each 114 residents.

The downtown is located along the Kinnickinnic River. I'm still saying that name over and over. Air temperature was 55°F and the sun shined brightly, ideal conditions for our plans.

Main street is divided by a center island running a few blocks. We walked each side to acquaint ourselves with the stores, bars, and restaurants.

For lunch we settled on Paddy's Pub and Boxty House. I'd never heard of a boxty. It's a potato pancake. Ours was served with Irish stew on top. We split one order. Smart idea because it was a lot of food.

The bartender didn't just give us one plate and two forks--she split the entree for us onto separate plates. That was nice. She and Sheila shared a background in the same line of work (besides bartending) and knew some of the same people. They chatted about that. The owner came out to meet us and tell us about the family recipe. They thanked us for selecting their establishment.

Paddy's has unique bar glasses. Beer is "poured" from the bottom, out of a special tap. A magnet covers a half-inch metal-lined hole in the glass. The bartender, after learning we'd never been there before, warned us to not touch the magnet or the beer would pour out the bottom. People do it sometimes, said explained. Save up the non-reusable magnets that have different letters on them and spell the name of the bar you will be awarded a free beer. Well, now I HAVE to go back.

The owner and bartender told us of a coffee shop we might like and a brewery that we'd definitely like. From Paddy's we walked along the river to the Garage -- Bikes and Brews. There you can buy, you can probably guess by now, a bicycle or beer brewed on site. We loved this place. Next summer we want to bring our bicycles to ride along the river trail and stop back at The Garage.

We each had a beer and chatted with the owner and a bartender. Nice fellows.

After that Sheila and I walked off the calories, checking out shops and buying a few things. A book store had a small dog on site. It was in the back room when we walked in. An employee brought it out front so Sheila could pet it.

Everyone was so friendly and nice. We felt very welcome.

On the way home we got a case of Spotted Cow from a Kwik Trip beer cave. Sheila and Matt like that brand and it's not sold outside of Wisconsin. Matt will be here next week for the holidays.

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One boy's journey into becoming a maternity goddess~

Happy Mayternity 💕

Briar yawned as he climbed up the lush mountain, it was so early the sun hadn't even come up yet. He wanted to watch the sunrise on the peak so he had to get up there in the dark. He stumbled here and there, scraping his knees and hands a bit, everything was slick with morning dew. It would all be worth it for the view, he reminded himself as he climbed.

Making his way around to the east side of the mountain peak, Briar found that the view was indeed phenomenal, but something strange caught his eye. A trail, leading up the mountain further. Curious, and still a ways off from dawn, he headed along the trail to see where it would take him.

He wasn't expecting much, maybe it was a game trail leading to a spring. After walking a ways he discovered there was a spring, but said spring was cutting through a small overgrown stone temple. It was empty, and a bit dark inside, but it fascinated him, and tearing away a few vines let in enough light. Checking his compass it appeared the entrance faced directly east, so it would make a good spot to watch the sunrise. Sitting at the entrance, Briar enjoyed watching the sun come up, feeling the warmth fall over him. After basking in it a bit longer, he thought it would be fun to look around this strange temple.

The morning light illuminated the place, revealing an altar and an idol made of stone. Though Briar didn't know what god it was specifically, it was clearly a fertility icon of some sort, a round wide woman with strange markings all over her body. He set a hand on the altar, ignoring the stinging scrapes on his hand, and leaned over to get a closer look at the idol, wondering what the markings symbolized.

YOU BRING BLOOD AND LIGHT TO CERASUS

"Ugh!" Briar hunched over, clutching his head. What the hell was that?

THE ROPE IS SPUN

"What? What?" His legs gave out, his head felt like it was splitting.

BLOOD AND POWER

POWER AND BLOOD

Briar blacked out.

"I told you!" The shorter elf laughed, pointing to Briar who lay unconscious on the stone floor.

The taller elf sneered, "Bow down, you fool."

The two elves bowed low before entering the temple, the taller one lifting Briar up and placing him on the altar. The light that touched the idol seemed to warp around it before reaching out to envelop his body. The two elves muttered a prayer to Cerasus as the energy flowing into the man on the altar was fully absorbed.

Without further ceremony the taller elf scooped Briar up once more, throwing him over his shoulder before they left.

Briar awoke much later, his head pounding, his body aching, and quickly realized he was not in the temple any longer. He was in a huge forest, massive trees looming overhead. This was no ordinary forest.

"You're awake. Good."

Briar stood up quickly, stumbling back at the sight of two elves. How had he ended up in their territory?

"I-I don't know how I got here, point me to the way out and I'll leave and not come back." He said, holding his hands up in a passive gesture.

The two elves scoffed, the shorter one grabbed his arm, "Come on, we'll guide you."

"Uh, thank you..."

The short one smiled, "Aislinn. The tall grumpy one is Naira."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Briar."

The trio walked for a ways as the day came to an end. As the sun began to set they entered an elven city. Making their way deeper into the city, Briar realized he hadn't eaten a single thing all day as his stomach growled at him. They arrived at a large marble temple, much more grand and modern than the small one he'd been in this morning. He tried to ask what they were doing here but was pulled along without explanation.

At the top of the stairs leading up to the temple an old elf waited, looking serious and if her tapping staff was any indication, a bit impatient. She gestured for Briar to stand still as she went about chanting something he didn't understand.

A glowing light shined from his middle, causing the other two elves to bow down before him. His body felt strange. He looked between them and the light and the old chanting elf, trying to figure out just what was going on, but not daring to speak. The light grew brighter before it began spreading like veins along his body.

Once it had completely crawled across all of his body the light subsided, leaving odd symbols all over him, just like the ones covering the idol this morning.

The old elf gave some orders to the other two in elvish before heading down the stairs.

"Can you please explain what's going on?" Briar asked, feeling like he might burst into tears if he didn't get answers.

Naira pointed to his middle where the light had come from, and then at the bright full moon peaking through the trees, "You summoned an old fertility goddess and now you must act as an idol yourself. Your body is going to start changing, but don't worry, it's a pleasant change. Just wait for the transformation to be completed."

"And what if I don't want to? What if I just leave?" It was a bad bluff, they knew he wouldn't survive in a magic forest for a day.

"Cerasus would probably kill you herself."

Before Briar could ask what that meant, he felt a throbbing deep inside him, he groaned as his body began to feel so hot. His belly started to fill out, though he didn't know how, it swelled and then so did the rest of him, his tight rump started to soften and hips widened, then his thighs thickened and his gut swelled out even more as all he could do was clutch it helplessly, then as if he wasn't round enough, two juicy breasts quickly replaced his pecs. He panted and moaned as he continued to grow bigger and wider, why did it feel so good? What was happening to him? He felt something throb between his legs, something that hadn't been there before. All he could do was moan and squirm.

His round belly dominated his form, the weight of it pulled on him, demanding that he hold it up with both arms, but it felt good, and he couldn't bring himself to feel ashamed at the display as he tore his clothes off eagerly. Those damn pants had no business squeezing his hips so tightly, and that awful shirt was cutting into his arms and sides like a vice, much easier just to take them off before they could cut off circulation.

"Ha! I told you some humans hate to wear undergarments, you owe me twenty shillings." Aislinn laughed, pointing to Briar's lack of underwear.

Naira rolled his eyes, "Focus on the task at hand. Looks like you match the icon, fat boy, let's get you inside."

With a swat on his ass, Naira steered the now plush human inside the temple. It was beautiful inside, much warmer and cleaner than the first one. Soon Briar had been scrubbed down and was wearing a thin revealing tunic that slit along the sides, revealing his thick legs and clinging just right to his fat belly and breasts, which he was still getting used to carrying around.

Waddling into a room belly first sent a thrill through Briar, and he took a moment to look over his softened body in the giant mirror.

"We're going to be your attendants, Lord Briar, please don't hesitate to make requests for anything you'd like. These welcome gifts are just to help you get settled in."

Briar blinked, looking over all the luxuries in the room, the huge bed, the cosmetics, the jewelry, several things he couldn't even identify. Surely these things weren't really for him, this must be some sort of joke. Just because he accidentally put his scraped up hand on that altar he was being turned into an idol?

He placed one foot on an ottoman and raised the front of his tunic. "Holy fuck... Are you guys seeing this?"

"A cute fatty showing off in the mirror? Yes." Aislinn snickered.

Briar pointed a finger at his nethers, "The cunt is new. That was not there before."

"Nonsense--"

Naira cut him off, "It's probably true, the priestess said it's rare for humans to have both."

"...Hm, I figured Cerasus picked you because you had both." The smaller elf shrugged, "Just the same, it's a blessing. You should get some rest, I'm sure we'll be very busy in the morning."

Without any further explanation the pair left him alone, and Briar was only able to sort of get his thoughts together before exhaustion caught up with him and he fell asleep.

In the morning Briar woke to a large breakfast in bed, and no longer riding the high of his transformation, felt embarrassed to be doted on like this. He was never the sort to have others do things for him, it was strange to sit around watching others open the curtains and bring him slippers.

He shuffled along on a little tour of the temple, finding that he quite enjoyed the two attendants and their odd humor. Aislinn handed him an orange potion to drink as they finished their tour.

"What's it do?" Briar peered at it.

"I wonder~" He winked.

Briar huffed, figuring that it wouldn't kill him or turn him into a frog, and put it back easily.

"Hmm," he licked his lips, "Tastes good. Will you tell me now?"

"I think it's more fun if you wait and see."

The pair led the human back to his room, where a strange item was standing proudly on his bed.

"What is that?" He asked, gesturing at the thing.

Naira grinned, "It's a gift, a specially made toy for your pleasure."

Briar laughed and picked it up, looking it over, he supposed it looked phallic, "Is... Is this what elves look like? Down there?"

"Is elven anatomy not widely known? I thought it was sought after in the broader world."

Briar was still studying the thick gift, it's ribbed shaft and shear length, along with a small symbol on the tip, "Ah, you know, I'm not sure. It's never come up. I know dragons look, erm, terrifying, but I'd never heard anything about elf sex." The human felt an odd stir in the pit of his belly, and suddenly he felt very warm, not unlike how he felt during his transformation last night.

Naira grabbed the dildo and pressed him onto his back on the bed, "Well, you're going to get acquainted today."

"Wh- What for?" His mind was going fuzzy, he couldn't seem to get his thoughts in order.

"You're a fertility icon now, Lord Briar."

"Yeah and? That thing's not gonna get me pregnant." Though it was tempting to stretch himself with.

Naira laughed and ran a finger over the symbol on the tip, making cum bead there as if summoned. Aislinn took a thigh in either hand and started kissing the soft flesh there, but not touching Briar's cunt at all, making him squirm.

"If you ask nicely," the taller elf purred, "I'll lube this toy up first."

Briar felt so hellishly hot, like his skin would melt off of him at any moment, "P-Please, hah, I... I'll do anything, I-I, oh gods, what did you give me?"

Aislinn sucked on the skin of his inner thigh, "Just a little something. You look like you're enjoying it." Then he said something in elvish to Naira, who pushed their human down before kissing him hard, grabbing at his soft tits, followed by Aislinn finally beginning to give his clit some attention, along with sliding two long fingers into his wetness to stretch him out.

His eyes rolled back, his clit was so unbearably sensitive but he was enjoying it, all he could do was squirm and buck helplessly as the two played with him, he was sure he would quickly lose count of orgasms. Naira made quick work of lubing up the dildo, but took his sweet time slowly working it into Briar's lips.

Once the thick toy was fully taken inside their idol, they let him sit up and catch his breath.

Aislinn grabbed a thin magical device, showing its display to Briar. It was a view into another place, a large room with a huge clear vat full of something.

"Oh," the realization dawned on him, "That's... That's way too much, I can't possibly take all that."

"Not all at once, but eventually it'll be emptied." Naira squeezed one of his rolls, "Don't worry, it stops before you're at your limit."

"How did you even do that? Is that the combined efforts of every elf alive or what?"

"It's the combined effort of the elite elves who donated their seed, maybe a bit less than a hundred people."

"Oh? And do you two count as elites or...?

The pair both looked like kids caught red handed, Aislinn smiled cheekily, "We don't count but we may have contributed as well... Don't tell anyone, alright?"

"I can't exactly leverage it for better treatment, you're already worshipping me, so- Hmmmn!"

Briar watched as his middle started swelling slowly with seed, it felt weird but not unpleasant. Naira kissed his throat before grabbing his stiff cock in hand, appraising it.

"Humans are weird looking." He mumbled, running his thumb over the tip.

"Ah, don't be a tease." Briar hissed.

He couldn't do much to suppress the noise he made when the elf finally swallowed him, Aislinn was happy to kiss him and rub his expanding middle. He was certain they were going to torment him with pleasure for the foreseeable future. They worked several orgasms out of him before he couldn't take anymore, the toy gushing hot cum the whole time, slowly filling him up.

Feeling rightly sweaty and boneless it only made sense for the trio to take a bath before bed. It wasn't until a few days later that Briar really took in how big he was now. He couldn't reach his arms around the entirety of his belly, it was weighing him down so suddenly that it hurt his back to attempt to get up. His attendants were practically offended by the thought of him attempting to do anything on his own and made sure to train him out of that. Their goddess didn't need to lift a finger, his only focus should be his brood.

It took a bit of time and a few potions, but before long their precious idol was dick dumb and content to only receive pleasure. Briar was convinced that he couldn't waste any energy overthinking, that all of his energy needed to go to his brood. He didn't need to worry about anything, everything was taken care of for him. Being a gravid broodmare was perfect for him, he loved growing so big and full with healthy elf pups, and eating such decadent food, and getting milked twice a day, and drowning in orgasms.

Elite elven pups required nothing less than the best, and their gestational time was a year and a half at least, leaving the fat goddess to grow heavier and wider to contain them all. He couldn't wait for the next litter, his pussy throbbed at the thought. This was what he needed, an endless influx of babies to carry.

#! 🍒 writes #! 🍒 answers #! preg #! magic preg #! OC Briar #oh i love asks #! cumflation #! dub con #! polyamory #! monster fucking #! monster preg #! OC Naira #! OC Aislinn #! intox #! lactation #! hyperpreg #! stuffing #there will be more stuff with Briar he's gonna be my go to monster surrogate I think

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p-taryn-dactyl · 2 years

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Hello, if you're still accepting requests may I request one with spider person reader x Agatha Harkness, and the mask being like spider woman or Cindy Moon that partially covers the face, Idk if will make sense but like Agatha traped reader and do her thing of being flirty and then reader blushes and Agatha can see because the mask just cover half of reader face, so some kind of enemies to lovers I guess;

Hope you have a nice day 👍

a/n: hi! I’m sorry this took so long but here you go!! (also i am definitely still accepting requests! i love getting them) warning(s): none really? fluff; Y/N knows who Peter is; also not a warning but mention of Miles Morales bc i love him word count: 693 tag list: @coolbeans32 @our-blood-is-our-ink @nyx-aira

Swinging through the air, feeling the wind through your hair, watching the city’s landscape below, you understood why Peter and Miles described this as the best feeling in the world. You swung over to a light post, standing on top of it as you observed the night lights of your city. It was a quiet night, one where you felt like you could enjoy the crisp air and bask in the setting sun.

But of course, that didn’t happen.

As you looked around, you felt your Spidey-sense (or as Aunt May affectionately calls it, the Y/N tingle) fire off warnings rapidly. You barely dodged a giant sphere of magic as it was hurled at you. As you fell, you shot a web at an empty construction crane, propelling yourself away from your attacker.

“Itsy bity spider, come out to play!” A sing song voice filled the air and you felt your stomach drop.

Agatha Harkness.

You tried to swing away from the city, hoping to keep the fight away from the public when purple magic swirled around you, blind-sighting your vision. Slowly, you blinked away the magic, letting out a sigh of relief when you felt your mask still covering the lower half of your face. But panic started to sink in as you felt magical bonds on your wrists and ankles, keeping you in place. You looked around for the witch, realizing you were in an abandoned building, the foundations crumbling.

“I know, I know, this isn’t the ideal first face-to-face but it’ll have to do.”

Agatha’s voice floated through the air as she dramatically appeared from behind one of the pillars. You struggled against the magical bonds, hoping your strength would help you. It didn’t.

Agatha stalked closer to you, her eyes raking your form up and down. She brought a hand to her chin, cocking her head to the side like she was inspecting you.

“Aw the little spider fell into my web. How lucky I am, that this cute spider would crawl into my presence.”

You swallowed, desperately trying to keep your heart rate down as the witch came even closer to you, invading your space with her beautiful presence.

In the past few months, you had avoided any contact with the witch, only helping the others from the sidelines when Agatha was involved. You told yourself it was because she was dangerous and your enemy but you knew that wasn’t true.

Agatha leaned in, her eyes widening, shining with accomplishment.

“Oh did I embarrass the spider? Or…” she dragged out the word, walking around you, trailing a finger on your shoulders as she went, “is the little spider flustered?” She spoke into your ear suddenly, making you startle. She came back to stand in front of you, a smirk on her face.

“Oh shut up, Harkness.” You mumbled not so much under your breath.

Agatha raised an eyebrow, raising her hands in mock defense.

“I didn’t say anything.”

Silence dragged on between you two, uncomfortable for you but Agatha seemed to be thriving in it. Finally, she spoke.

“Do I scare you?” Her voice wasn’t vulnerable but it had lost it’s flirty edge, making you crave the warmth in her tone. Surprised, and almost on instinct, you shook your head rapidly. Something almost seemed to click in Agatha’s mind as she leaned forward, the smirk reappearing on her face. It only got wider as you felt heat rise on your cheeks, appearing over your mask. Agatha made doe eyes, blinking.

“Aww, does the little spider have a crush?”

You gritted your teeth and looked away, her condescending tone irking you. Agatha chuckled slightly at your frustration, using her magic to make you face her again.

“It seems you’re in luck, little spider. You fascinate me, in a way no one has for centuries,”

You cursed yourself for how hard you were blushing, Agatha’s honeyed tone and your vulnerable position sending shivers down your spine. You held your breath in anticipation as Agatha leaned in, her eyes migrating down to where your lips were covered by the mask.

“Now, let’s see who’s under the cowl, my cute little spider.”

a/n: ok this one i feel like i didn’t do so well on the prompt but i had a genuine great time writing this fic! Thank you for reading <3 i hope y’all enjoyed this! As always (until stated otherwise) Agatha requests are open!! (also, sorry for the weird ending in this one lol)

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x spider!reader #agatha harkness x spider person!reader #agatha harkness x gn!reader

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sapphirefallschronicles · 1 year

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Welcome to Sapphire Falls - chapter 10 ❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌

Basketballer!Chris Evans x Abigail Syverson (plus size!ofc) & Farmer!Syverson x Livia Darmandi (Asian ofc)

Summary: Abigail spends her time doing what she loves to do the most and Chris joins her and admires her art.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: None

The Advent Calendar (a.k.a. the masterlist)

Sapphire Lake is my favorite place to go. It’s the place where I go to clear my mind and usually where I do my best photographing. Sy knows better than to bother me when I’m here. There is this unspoken agreement where we just leave the other be when we take off like that. Sy and I are close, but not that close, where we share every thought.

If that were the case, he would’ve known about my other dreams.

Dreams outside of this farm. A life away from Sapphire Falls, but in a big city. Sapphire Falls is a wonderful town, but it’s too small for my dreams.

I walk around the lake, camera ready in hand. The sun is shining brightly, making it a little less cold. But I wouldn’t mind having someone by my side who could warm my hands.

Suddenly I spot a squirrel out of the corner of my eye. I stand still immediately, and slowly raise my camera. I manage to take a few beautiful shots, when I hear footsteps behind me. The squirrel jumps away, and I’m ready to scold the person responsible for ruining my shot and mood.

‘Hi,’ I hear from behind me and it’s Chris.

‘Hi,’ I answer softly, already forgotten I was annoyed utter seconds ago.

‘Could’ve known,’ he chuckles, ‘still into the photography.’

He stands so tall, so wonderfully handsome. He stops next to me and looks over the lake, looking serene and content.

‘Of course.’ I lower my camera, and watch over the lake with him. ‘You chased a squirrel away.’

‘I’m terribly sorry,’ Chris smiles.

‘You don’t mean that,’ I chuckle, and punch his arm playfully.

‘Nah, I prefer looking at you than a squirrel.’ He nudges his shoulder against mine, and I feel heat rising to my cheeks.

‘Are you here for a walk or were you looking for me?’ I ask, avoiding his comment.

‘A walk, but I was hoping to run into you. You used to come here all the time, so I figured I’d go here.’ He gestures towards the trail, and we start walking.

We walk side by side for a couple minutes in silence. It’s nice to be with him again, it feels comfortable, easy. Even when we aren’t speaking. Chris and I could hang out without speaking. Back in high school, he would watch basketball videos, analyzing games, while I read my book. Hours would go by without a word being spoken. But right now, I want to know what happened to him in the last few years, how he is actually doing.

Not wanting to ask about the thing I'm mostly curious about, I decide to play it safe. ‘How is your knee?’ I ask him, breaking the silence.

‘It’s good. Doing my daily exercises as the physiotherapist told me to do. He recommended going for walks, something I’d never do in Chicago, but I love doing it here. Damn, I sound like an old man.’

‘Thankfully you don’t look like one,’ I laugh.

‘Oh yeah? Then what do I look like uh?’ He takes a big stride, faces me, and stops. I crash into his hard chest, and he gently grabs my shoulders. Fuck.

I open my mouth but no words come out. Never speechless, except when it comes to Chris Evans. ‘Chris. You have literally been on the cover of countless magazines, have millions of fans praise your looks. You really need me to boost your ego even more?’ I joke.

Chris wants to say something, when we hear leaves rustle in the distance. Our eyes shoot to the direction it came from, and my photographer heart makes a jump.

Three deer are standing not too far away, the sun behind them shining through the trees. Chris and I fall silent again, the wind and rustling leaves the only sound. I raise my camera, zoom in, and take a picture. And another. And another.

The deer don’t notice us, giving me time to capture them. Chris is still close to me, watching over my shoulder. I can feel his breath in my neck, and his hand is placed on my lower back. I’m thankful I can focus my attention on the deers, because otherwise I would go crazy.

The gorgeous animals start to get restless, and I lose my focus and Chris starts to rub gently circles on my lower back. My breathing becomes irregular, my knees start to shake.

As I try to steady my feet, I step on a little twig. The cracking sound makes its way to the three deer, and they all look up, and run away. We’re alone again. Standing close, extremely close.

‘Come on, pose,’ I say jokingly, but that is only to get some distance between us, if I want to continue breathing. My heart is racing, and I’m sure Chris can hear it beat.

‘Sure thing.’ Chris walks away from me and says: ‘Well, you’re the photographer, tell me what to do!’

I laugh while adjusting the settings of my camera. ‘Just stand over there, a little more to the left, and smile! Keep moving around.’

Chris does as I say, and he looks way too good in his jeans, white shirt and jean jacket. An outfit like that shouldn’t look this good. Suddenly he pulls his white tee down a bit, revealing his chest tattoos. I nearly choke and drop my camera. Get a grip Abigail. Oh lord help me.

He notices, and he has the audacity to smirk. I tighten my grip on the camera, raising it to hide behind it. That smirk does things to me, makes me feel things. Feelings I shouldn’t let in, feelings I need to put behind me. He is only here until his injury is over, he will leave me. Again.

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As I’m showing the pictures of him, I click one too far and we’re looking at the engagement shoot of people here in town. They asked me to take their engagement pictures and they are absolutely breathtaking.

But they are also engagement pictures and I accidentally showed it to someone who just broke off his engagement.

‘I’m sorry,’ I say.

‘No, no, no,’ he is quick to say. ‘Don’t apologize. These are really good.’

A lot better than whoever took your engagement pictures. ‘Thank you.’

‘I liked the way you make use of the natural lighting. It is one of your strong suits in photography.’

‘Wow, throwing some technical terms around I see,’ I smile. ‘Thank you, that’s kind of you to say.’

We continue our walk, Sapphire Falls almost back in sight.

‘I should have known something was off when me and Bethany took our engagement pictures,’ he starts. ‘They look nothing like the ones you took. That couple looks happy, glowing. We looked like distant cousins, forced to take a picture together.’

I feel sorry for him. His shoulders slouch a little, and he looks like a lost puppy. ‘Did you love her?’

‘I thought I did, but looking back, I think it was just easy to be with her. We hardly spend any time together. I had a busy schedule, with basketball training and games. She was never home, always meeting with friends or going on trips. So, when we were together, we had something to talk about. Nothing deep, only superficial stuff,’ Chris continues. 'We lived together, but did not belong together I guess.’

‘I’m sorry about that Chris, you don’t deserve that.’

‘Turned out she was avoiding me. She only stayed with me because of my career, money. Not because she loved me. I was stupid enough to only realize that when I was home more often due to my injury, forcing us to spend time together. I tried to make it work though, but Bethany broke the engagement off.’

‘Chris, she sounds like a terrible person,’ I say, fuming on the inside. Who would do something like that?

‘Yeah, she is,’ Chris smiles, but I see pain in his eyes. ‘I am relieved now on the other hand, that she is out of my life. And to be back here. I missed it here.’

‘We are glad you’re back here as well. It was different, without you, without Livia.’ It was lonely.

I notice Chris starts limping a little bit. This walk might have been a bit too much for his knee ‘Maybe it’s time to head back?’ I suggest. I know if I said anything about his knee, and possible pain, he would just deny.

‘Sure,’ he answers, telling me with one simple word I was right.

We reach the crossway: left back to the town’s center, right to Honey Bee Farm. Chris leans in for a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around me. I hug him back, and it feels so good. Too good.

We part, and both go our ways.

I need to be careful, I can’t let Chris in my heart, it’ll just get broken. He’ll never be with me. I’ll be better off alone, as always.

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#Welcome to Sapphire Falls #Welcome to Sapphire Falls Masterlist #diegos-butt & keanureevesisbae advent calender #Chris Evans #Henry Cavill #Syverson #Basketballer!Chris Evans #Farmer!Syverson #Plus size!ofc #Asian!ofc #chris evans x plus size ofc #henry cavill x asian ofc #chris evans x ofc #henry cavill x ofc

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bikepackinguk · 8 months

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Day One Hundred and Two

After the enduring heat and yesterday, I wasted little time in just throwing myself down amidst some trees in the bivvy bag without a thought to setting up something more sheltered.

My hubris was rewarded when the small hours of the morning saw a monstrous thunderstorm roll up the coast from the south. As it passed by out to sea I counted as little as three seconds between the flash of lightning and the deep report of thunder.

Not a very pleasant night spent huddled in the bivvy as the heavy rain thumped down upon me! But after @danieldddddddda's excellent techwashing of my sleeping bag, the results could have been a lot worse.

Today started early as the rains finally ceased enough to hurriedly pack up and hit the trail once more, back onto NCN Route 2 as it heads through the holiday village of Dawlish Warren and up along the River Exe.

The route along the river is a wonderful ride and a great start to the day. Following the rail line upriver, it's some long smooth riding past beautiful views across the water, and is excellently signposted making for a relaxing morning.

The trail heads past the grounds of Powderham Castle, where I haveba great sight of large herds of deer grazing in the early morning mists.

The nice flat riding carries on up as the river thins, under the M5 and past some marshy islands and into the outskirts of Exeter.

I head a little further into the city limits to stop off for a resupply before realising that it's a Sunday! Most of the shops are yet to open as a result, but I'm in no hurry and take it as a good excuse to rest the legs a little more, before getting my water carriers topped up and heading out again.

Back down to the River Exe, the cycle route heads back down the east bank.

There's some twisty navigation around the streets of Topsham, but the path eventually leads in through a nice RSPB preserve and on to the long trail along the river once more.

The riding on this side of the river isn't quite so flat as the west bank, but it's still some very nice going through leafy green pathways and great views across the river.

The route downriver leads to the town of Exmouth, where the tide is mostly out at the estuary and the salt flats give a fairly pungent tang to the air.

It's a turn eastward here as the route heads uphill through Phear Park and on through some lovely country trails, continuing the long run of traffic-free riding as the sun climbs up the sky.

It's finally back to some road rising as the route leads in to Budleigh Salterton, with a ride through the back streets and across the River Otter as the first of today's steep and long climbs kick in.

The trail tracks the river upstream as it heads up into the hills, heading up past Otterton and onto the heady peak past Pinn.

It's one hell of a climb up and with the sun beating down once more today, it is a punishing ascent. But once finally over the peak, the view from the top is incredible.

The cliffs nearby are stunning in their cragginess, and through the trees is framed the seaside town of Sidmouth shining in the sun.

It's a sharp nyoom down the hill to return to sea level and roll into town, where I find a nice spot in a beachside shelter to rest up and enjoy some precious shade after the hard work getting here. I make sure to spend some time appreciating the glorious views of the cliffs along the shoreline too.

The day isn't going to cool down anytime soon though, so soon it's back to it as the route heads along the beachside and up another hefty climb into the hills.

It's another long and tough ascent with a steep gradient, but after sweating my way up the plateau abover offers some dense forest with some much needed shade, and I begin tracking my way along the clifftops.

It's a nice patch of riding for a while through the leafy roads, with views of ome beautiful forested hillsides, before another big drop down through the little village of Branscombe and into Vicarage.

Another steep tough climb kicks in yet again with a hard slog up out of the valley once more, with the sun making evil work of it and the surprising amount of traffic down the little single track lanes adding an extra layer of difficulty.

Finally up and out of the forested valley, the road twists through the fields to head through the town of Beer, with a little more climbing needed to push along to the twisty descent down Beer Brook and into the town of Seaton.

With Sundays also meaning an early close for many places, I've hustled along the last stretch to put in to the shops here for another supply stop before they shut, and then take my time recovering from the heavy work by taking in the sights at the stoney seafront.

There's still a lot of heatnin the day, but the clouds have come back in as the afternoon has progressed, giving a hazy glow to the surroundings.

With the early start after little sleep, I'm getting tempted to hunt for a place to rest up by now, but a check of the map doesn't show too much in terms of obvious options nearby. So, I figure it's a good plan to make the most of the daylight and get back to Route 2 as it tracks inland a ways, which should hopefully offer something along the way.

Up through Seaton, there are a good few cycle paths to stay out of the traffic, which roll past some pretty wetlands and views of the big hills across the River Axe. The mists in the air give the hills an ethereal quality and make for a pleasingly atmospheric start to the evening.

Around more country lanes and after a brief pause to wait for a herd of cows to cross the road, there are a couple more hills to climb up as I head past Whitford, though thankfully nothing on the scale of what has been tackled so far today.

At Kilmington the route takes an interesting jaunt around the back of some pastures filled with sheep, before crossing under the busy A35 next to the River Yarty.

And nearby is a great little patch of trees that looks like it'll do me just grand for the night! It's been some hefty going today and the legs are definitely feeling it, so I think a bit of a lie in whilst in a sheltered spot may be warranted in the morrow.

TTFN!

#bikepacking #bicycle touring #wild camping #cycling the coast of great britain

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socksonvideo · 2 years

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OC ask game :p 1, 6, 10, 18, 26, 32 (apples-stables)

1. What’s their Zodiac Sign?

Capricorn! (made their b-day a day after mine so it was easier to remember bc i. forgot easily)

6. Are they a morning bird or night owl?

Night owl def, if they have to get up and the sun is shining directly in their window, then that mean it isn’t really time to get up. Sometimes switches into an actual healthy sleep schedule to be somewhat of a morning bird but other wise, night.

10. How did they get to Jorvik?

Plane! Their last ounce of normal life before coming to Jorvik. Probably a bit of a car drive too. Was probably dragged onto the plane because they didn’t want to leave Alaska. rip.

18. City-folk or Country-bumpkin?

Honestly, probably a mix of the two? They can appreciate both for different things.

Aspen likes the closeness of areas like Jorvik City, the buildings and all it has to offer. They especially enjoy Aideen’s Plaza, it’s nice to sit in the shade of the statue, and the ice cream just a trolley ride away is a nice perk. They also like the pigeons. However, the open fields are nice too! Places to run and hide, and not a lot of people out there. Open, fresh air, all that jazz. Does not help that they’re also caught in the middle of City and Country (Living out in a semi-isolated area that is also close to the city within walking distance)

tl;dr both!

(since i want to give an actual answer for someone though LMAO their older sister (olivia) is def a city-folk and their younger sister (claire) is a country-bumpkin)

26. What’s their favorite time of year?

Probably biased towards Fall just because Halloween! They love Halloween a ton, and they get to see their favorite guy tm Galloper! Since they both can’t talk it is a mutual bonding experience and Aspen loves it. They are totally communicating telepathically and you could never tell otherwise (they are not but aspen pretends they can)

Also just enjoys fall for the aesthetic. they like sweaters. and the leaves. perfect for collecting since they’re all falling off the trees now!

All the other seasons are close seconds based on events alone, however Winter is the furthest ahead for being birthday season, and also the somewhat snow that turns up around that time, reminds them of home.

32. What’s their favorite thing to do on horseback?

They !! love trail rides. So much. They love dragging Moss out to the most random places and just wandering around and relying on pure will alone to find their way back. If Aspen is lucky, Moss will remember secret spots from past lives and takes them there. It’s nice, it’s a vibe, they are still trying to scale the rocks blocking the road to the castle together.

If we’re talking more traditional horseback stuff (since their trail rides r whack) they love doing random disciplines. They tried trick riding once. It did not go well.

#i think i answered the right ones... shrug #aspen southfield #sso #sso oc #star stable

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crossroadsserpent · 2 years

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Late night drives

Dano!Riddler x Gn! Reader

This is an au! (Kinda)

Eddie meets the reader in college. The reader is an out spoken artist who isn't afraid to be who they are (Of course Ed absolutely loves that) they were just friends at first but then they started dating. And taking night drives.

This story is when they are dating.

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~

Edward waited for you outside, his old car idling in the campus parking with the windows rolled down. Tonight was one of their date nights, those nights consisted of Edward and you either driving around Gotham or driving some of the more rural roads outside of Gotham while listening to music. You'd made a Playlist especially for these nights and called it 'Nights with Eddie' (something that made Eddie's heart almost explode)

Finally you came out on your dorm building, hurrying to get in the passenger side. "Sorry it took so long, a family member decided to call just as I was about to leave" you let out a nervous chuckle as you buckled yourself in. Ed shook his head "No, it's cool! What did they want?" You shrugged, pulling your phone from your pocket "Just wanted me to tell you that you're invited to stay with us for the summer if you aren't too busy." You gave him a soft smile as you scrolled through your Playlist. Ed fell silent for a few seconds, he'd never had a family before... that is until he met you. You introduced him to your family and they took him in as if he were their own, though he felt like he didn't deserve it.

"Earth to Eddie, you okay?"

Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts "huh? Oh, yeah, I'm okay... t-tell your family I-I'd love to stay for the summer." He fumbled to put the car in drive before pulling out of the parking lot and onto the mostly empty street. You decided on 'Sweet Child O' mine' for the first song of the drive "wanna do the rural roads tonight? I don't feel like getting robbed tonight." You joke as you set your phone down, letting the song play.

The drive was nice, the night air was cool and the roads were empty, it was just you and Eddie, and that's how you liked it. Eddie softly sang along to a few of the songs, looking over at you every few minutes to see if you were still awake. You'd fallen asleep a few times during these drives, the music and the swaying of the car lifting the weight off your shoulders, melting away all of your stress from college, allowing you to finally get some much needed sleep.

Edward didn't mind when you fell asleep on these nights, he knew you needed it so if you did fall asleep he would just keep driving until it came time to head back.

Tonight was going to be different though, you both had planned a stop in a clear area where you both could sit in the back seat of the car and look at the stars through the back window. Ed found the spot without any trouble and parked the car, turning it off, so now the only sounds you could hear were the noises from the trees rustling in the breeze, the music playing from your phone, and your own voices as you two spoke to each other in hushed tones.

You both got into the back seat of the car just as Edward's favorite song began to play

'I Was Made For Lovin' You'

He loved that song because you introduced him to it and it made him think of his feelings towards you.

He really couldnt get enough of you.

You scooted closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder as he began to sing softly, taking your hand in his as he glanced up at the stars. You couldn't see the stars while in Gotham, it was too damn bright to see anything in the sky at night, so you two decided to enjoy the stars away from the city for a while.

"Whatcha thinking about Eddie?" You asked as you placed your free hand on his chest. He looked down at your hand and smiled "thinking about you, and how stunning you'd look out here during the day, sun shining on your face..." He trailed off going back into his thoughts. You smiled softly, glad you can call him yours.

#edward nashton #the batman #edward nashton x reader #paul dano x reader #riddler 2022 #the batman riddler

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defiantlords · 2 years

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“Well, that’s quite a news story.” Passing through the door leading downstairs, Vi stopped just next to the mostly empty bar. Vander glanced over at her arrival with an eyebrow cocked in uncertainty. Other patrons kept to their own business, the events of a teenager girl’s romantic history not being particularly interesting. The Last Drop was rather well known for its discretion in matters of villainy or heroics. The total destruction of a multiple year long relationship was noteworthy to only two people in attendance. “You’re planning something,” Vander retorted as he noticed Vi’s unflinching gaze from the door. He was most definitely right.

A cocky twist of her lips brought a smirk edging up on one side of her face. “I think that goes without saying in a place like this.” Ideas on the best approach jumped through her mind in a similar manner to how she moved through the city. So many possibilities now that the idiot douchebag was out of her way. She wasn’t taking any pleasure in the pain, but Vi couldn’t ignore the treasure that dropped so smoothly into her lap. How could she deny the gleaming sparkle now that there was no longer any attachment? Vi started forward with a smooth stride even as Vander piped up behind her.

“Vi, now’s not a good time.” Spinning around on her heel to walk backwards. “There’s only so many words an old man can offer a young woman.” Grinning at the joke and rush of anticipation, Vi continued, “I’ll be nice. Got a real good…” Tapping one finger just below her bottom lip, Vi seemed to mockingly contemplate her next words. “Ear. Definitely a good listener.” Nearly at the door, Vi could see just how much more concerned Vander appeared as he stood straighter and held his pipe down against the bar’s surface. “Vi, now just-“ The command was never finished as she pushed out the entrance with one hand and gave a quick wave with her other. The moment her foot stepped out, she was running.

Practically overflowing with adrenaline, Vi turned down an alleyway and leapt. Enhanced muscles sent her upwards against a brick wall where she grabbed hold of a windowsill. From there, it was a mere matter of seconds before she was onto the roof. Cool air rushed past Vi as she moved from one building to the next, each growing in height until she was well above city streets. There was no telling where her target had flown off to, but Vi had a good eye for making out that trailing pink glow. By the time she reached some of the larger buildings, Vi was navigating a world made of metal and glass. A shining flicker caught her gaze and Vi spotted flowing dark hair settling on a roof not far at all.

With a light sheen of sweat beading her brow, Vi landed and rolled until she was upright once more. Breathing steadily, Vi sauntered up to the broken hearted girl who had stolen her own. Even with Rex having been a complete and total asshole, she still looked as radiant as the sun bursting through clouds. Vi couldn’t deny that some of her thieving habits may have potentially changed after hanging out with Eve in and around The Last Drop. “Hey there, Pixie. Thought I saw you flutter over here,” Vi offered with a friendly smile. “Care for a bit of company?”

#atomraised #high house brawler #vi and eve

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ssarkosghost · 2 years

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Nuts and Dolts Week DAY 3 - Stargazing

Alright Day 3 everyone hope you’ll are enjoying this week by @nuts-and-dolts-week

Ruby had to admit it was a nice view, as the evening clouds slowly disappeared from view, along with the slow descent of the sun. Of course, her positioning at the moment was a bit tenuous.

“Uh Penny,” she started as she hugged her arms tighter around Penny’s neck, “are you sure this is okay for you?”

“Oh, don’t worry Ruby,” Penny stated as she held Ruby bridal style as she hovered in the air, “I am capable of holding up to twenty times your weight at this altitude for three hours straight,”

“Wow that's actually impressive,” Ruby mused as she turned her focus back to the setting sun. it was a bit longer than normal for them because they were flying high above Atlas itself. Sure, the temperature was well below zero, but their combined aura, plus Penny’s own internal heating units, kept the pair cozy as the sun dipped below the horizon.

In its wake, hues of pink and purple bled across the sky. It was mesmerizing to see and the contrast between the darkening sky and vibrant snow only served to enhance the moment. Yet that wasn’t the main show. Penny had gone on and on about the stars that shined down from the night sky. That it was truly beautiful to see their dance across their black stage, above the lights of the two cities below.

“There,” Penny suddenly cried out, and as Ruby shifted her head upward, the first of the night’s stars arrived. Its arrival was bright, a blast of blueish light that shone for miles in the darkness.

“Oh, that’s beautiful,” Ruby said as she watched the star continue to grow in brightness. A few times in Patch she had joined her dad on the porch for some stargazing but never had she seen something this dazzling.

“That is the Hope Star,” Penny stated, “said to be the star that gave the original settlers of Solitas hope for the next dawn,”

“Amazing,” Ruby mumbled, still mesmerized by its light.

“It is, but it’s what its part of that is really awe-inspiring,” Penny said, and just as Ruby was about to ask what she means, more glowing stars started to twinkle into life. Following those with a similar blue glow, she was able to make out a pair of wings. Her eyes widened in amazement at how such a thing could be made in the sky.

“It is just so…” and her voice trailed off as words failed her. The sheer spectacle of it was something she wouldn’t soon forget.

“I know,” Penny stated with a giggle, “I had a similar reaction when I first saw the Dove’s Wings too,”

“Dove’s Wings…is that? No, maybe” Ruby suddenly started craning her head all over the place.

“Ah, Ruby?” Penny broached, very worried about her friend’s sudden movements.

“Just checking something,” Ruby answered, “can you flip me for a second?”

“…Sure,” Penny answered, very confused. However, Ruby often knew what she was doing, and she was just asking to adjust her position. Soon she had Ruby’s legs around her gut, while she grasped Ruby’s hands to keep her from falling. For a minute all she heard was Ruby humming. “Did you see something Ruby?”

“Nah,” Ruby stated as she sat up, coming face to face with Penny. “Thought it might have been something my uncle showed me and Yang when he babysat us one night,”

“Oh, and what was that?” Penny asked as she shifted her arms to hug Ruby toward her.

“It was probably something he made up, called it the Crows,” Ruby stated, sarcasm rolling off her tongue. “He mentioned as some ill-omen for kids that don’t go to bed…Oh, he was making it up!” she suddenly declared, a scowl forming on her face. Penny couldn’t help herself and giggled at Ruby’s expression. “HEY!! I’m trying to be angry here,” Ruby cried out as her scowl turned into a frown.

“Heh, I’m sorry Ruby,” Penny said as she tried to get her giggles under control. “You just look adorable when you’re angry,” a statement that caused Ruby to flush with embarrassment. She quickly rested her head on Penny’s shoulder to try and hide her blush.

“You can’t say something like that Penny,” she complained, only to be answered by more of Penny’s laughs. However, her mood was quickly forgotten when she suddenly spotted an interesting pair of stars. “Yeah Penny, are those a part of anything special?”

“Huh?” Penny mumbled as she turned around. When she saw the stars, Ruby found, that a massive smile broke across her face. “Ah, my favorite,”

“Your favorite?” Ruby asked as she looked at the two stars. The leftmost one was shown with a green tint, almost similar to the color Penny herself wore quite often. Its twin to the right however was perhaps just a brighter white, though if Ruby squinted, she could make out traces of silver along its edges.

“Yes, it’s the Two Friends, see how the clusters around them form vague heads and that there are no stars between them,” Penny answered. “It was the first one I saw when I was rebuilt, it…it remained me of when we first met.”

Ruby’s breath was caught in her throat at that. Penny had just laid out a lot in that sentence. So much that neither had really discussed since her arrival in Atlas and seeing Penny again. She should say something, anything, well perhaps not anything. Her brain was blitzing through all her options.

Penny smiled as she watched Ruby overthink her words. She knew it wasn’t fair but she couldn’t help it, Ruby’s expressions just made her look so adorable. She didn’t need anything else from her friend, just this time with her under the stars.

And so, with Ruby still fumbling for words, and the stars shining behind her, Penny took another picture with her eyes. Another memory for her to remember the brave soul that she held in her arms.

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