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cherrycudy · 1 year

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"Don't look at me with those eyes..."

feat - scaramouche, cyno, alhaitham

NSFW - fem!reader, their wild fantasies about you, established relationship, voyeurism, dubcon, degradation, aphrodisiac use, name calling, somniphillia, size kink

Note - poorly edited, prolly lots of grammar mistakes, characters may be out of character, sorry in advance if this sucks, a part 1 of this smut headcanons series, MDNI

Part 2

Scaramouche

He has been through a lot, everyone can tell, but especially you. Scaramouche has a way with words in the bedroom, often calling you disgusting and degratory names, it's what makes him feel dominant, the stronger one.

Enjoys watching you squirm under him, squeezing around his cock when he's inside of you.

Loves calling you his little whore while he teases his tip around you clit, rubbing slow painful circles around the sensitive bud, and if you want more, show him. He'll make you beg for more

He's not shy to praise you for being a good girl, as long as you beg and plead with that irresistible face of yours, he'll deliver, after all, dogs that follow orders, must be praised

There is something Scara won't tell you that he's weak to : bondage. Something about seeing you in those tight red ropes turns him on, give him those eyes and he'll be ready to punish you for it. Will drive himself insane just thinking about it

The thought of him wrapping his hands around your neck while endlessly pounding into you, he could already feel his pants tighten

Sinful skin slapping can be heard echoing throughout the enclosed space. Scara had taken you there and then on the sofa of your shared home. He couldn't help it, you looked so pretty tonight and you gave him those daring and bold eyes with endless teasing, he thought you'd be stupid if you think he'll let you go without punishment.

A long, veiny hand wrapped around your neck, as he began to slow down his pace, seeing as tears began falling from your eyes.

"What's wrong pretty girl?"

He asks, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. Your high was near, you were so close, just why'd he had to stop now? Muffled noises can only be heard as you try to respond, but only with the hand around your neck slowly closing tighter.

"C'mon now, use your words..." He cooed into your ear, and in a desperate attempt to reach your high again, you muffle the magic word.

"p-please.."

"Hm? What was that? I can't hear you~"

"please, please, more..."

"please what doll? What do you want me to do?"

"please...fuck me..."

"now that's what I like to hear~"

Cyno

Cyno loves to experiment with things. Sometimes a bit too much. After all the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, however, this cat, has nine lives

He is willing to try everything and anything with you. From bondage, BDSM, foreplay, toys you name it. He's rather open and blunt with it too

Such a little bitch too, loves to hear you whine in pleasure as he stuffs his fat cock into your mouth, watching you clearly struggle to take him in and putting on this shit eating grin with a smart remark like "what's wrong dove? Am I too big for you?" As you gag and you choke on him, and he thinks he's funny

Loves LOVES hair pulling, both ways. Either he pulls on your hair while he takes you from behind/you blowing him off or you grip onto his hair while he presses himself deep inside you

Loves marking and leaving hickeys to show that your his property. Absolutely hates the idea of sharing, but, if he had the opportunity, he would fuck you in a crowd to show off how pretty you are. Smug bastard.

Another dirty little secret is that he's into somniphillia. Something about the thought of pleasing you while your asleep makes him hard on the spot, it won't take him long to find you when he needs you

You try, you try to muffle your moans and steady your heavy breathing as Cyno wastes no time eating your pussy. You were just peacefully taking a nap as you needed a rest from your long day. That was the plan, until your boyfriend shows up earlier than usual.

"you've had a long day sweetheart, let me help you stretch out..." He muffles I'm a deep raspy voice while he's deep in between your legs, focusing more on your pleasure than his, although, the painfully hardened cock wants him to do more than just that.

With a fistful of his hair, your moans slowly but surely get louder and louder as you reach your high. He adds a bit more spice by rubbing your painful bud with fast reoccuring circles, making you cum in his mouth which he slurps up delightfully.

"I hope you know that we're not anywhere near finished yet, love..."

Alhaitham

Dont be fooled by his appearance and personality, in fact, he may be the most risky when it comes to sex

Enjoys pushing your head into the mattress when he rails you into the bed. He explains that the mattress muffles and softens any noise you make while someone else is nearby. Half of what he says is true, but the other half is really him just wanting to feel your head under his hands

A huge fan of voyeurism, nothing gets his adrenaline pumping and excitement this fast than this. Especially since Kaveh is his roommate, he always shushs you to be quiet while he's obliterating you from behind as if the shaking of the bed wasn't loud enough already (may actually break the bed)

The thought of him painting you in his cum turns him on faster than anything. It's a beautiful sight to see in his eyes, watching your tired figure covered in his seed. He also loves watching the cum drip out of you and pushing it back in.

He undergoes a lot of stress in his life, so he usually takes it out in the bedroom, endlessly pounding into your small figure under him. He loves putting you into the full Nelson poisition, where you're holseterd up in his strong arms making you whimper and begging for more.

As long as you ask, he will always deliver

The sweet moans and grunts shared by the both of you are forced to be muffled down. You're both in Alhaitham's bedroom, unbeknownst to Kaveh, your in the room too.

"Stay quiet, my love, you don't want to disturb Kaveh now would you?" He says in a calm voice. But rather than a question, it felt more like a command. He holsters one of your arms upwards, while his strong arm pushes your small head into the mattress, muffling the audible moans from Kaveh's ears.

He shifted the two of yous position a bit, feeling his tip reach your cevrix. Tears ran down your face as his painfully huge cock was stuffed inside you in a new angle. You were closer than you were before, you can tell he was too.

"Al! Please! Faster!" You pleaded, and your wish was granted. He responded with the loud slaps of skin and a faster pounding that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. You let out a loud moan, audible enough for Kaveh to hear, but the both of you didn't care now, you wanted to reach your high.

And with that, he gave you a few final blows before he released his semen inside you, slowly pulling himself out, as he watches his seed pour out of you. He slips two digits into you, watching the cum gush out even more as he fingers it back inside you, the sight turning him on once more.

"Another round, babe? I'm sure Kaveh wouldn't mind~"

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #cyno #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #cyno smut #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #al haitham #alhaitham smut

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astrhae · 11 months

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some important and underrated lines in the books, related to wylan van eck (aka gold that i found again while writing the character study fic):

Wylan took a deep breath as if sucking in courage and sputtered, “You won’t throw me overboard. You need me.”

--- Six of Crows, Chapter 13. when i say wylan is unhinged, i mean he had the audacity to lie to kaz brekker (who doesn't know yet that wylan isn't the best hostage) AND use that lie to go against kaz AND actually win. jesper only notices wylan lying to kaz in the second book, but despite being wide-eyed as matthias describes, wylan's been lying to kaz from the very beginning. throughout the books, wylan gets better and better at using people's assumptions of him as a weapon/tool, and he admits as much when jesper says: "i'm going to stop underestimating you", and wylan replies: "then you're going to be a lot harder to surprise."

While Kaz explained and Jesper used the laundry shears to portion out pieces of rope, Wylan helped Inej and Nina prepare. To pass as members of the Menagerie, they would need tattoos.

--- Six of Crows, Chapter 28. wylan is CANONICALLY a tattoo artist. demolitionist. poisons expert. musician. and tattoo artist. do with that what you will

“I don’t like the idea of killing people, either. I don’t even like chemistry.”

--- Six of Crows, Chapter 32. HE LIKES NUMBERS. and music. and jesper. there's just something about wylan being forced into chemistry when he doesn't truly enjoy it, vs. everything his father's forced him to do when he doesn't truly enjoy it. he says this right after the we could wake him up line, and him mentioning that he doesn't even like what he's been doing all along underscores how much wylan's ruthlessness comes from a place where he doesn't want to be cruel. he's just. had to do a lot of things to survive. and he does want to survive

Gunfire sounded from above. Apparently, Wylan had found the controls. ... Wylan had scratches from the glass all over his cheeks and neck. He was beaming.

--- Six of Crows, Chapter 39. wylan is unhinged. truly. and i love him, really. he was really the first to figure out how to fire the tank. him, not jesper, which was a choice i very much approve of

He should be making a plan, maybe even plotting revenge, trying to gather his wits and his resources. And what was he doing? Wishing he could ring for tea... Whatever it took to survive the Barrel, Wylan knew he didn’t have it.

--- Crooked Kingdom, Chapter 23. first, wylan wishing he could ring for tea, vs. the parallel in the show where he offers the crows tea. second, wylan being painfully honest with himself. but third, he ends the chapter being able to navigate the streets of the barrel himself without knowing how to read the signs, which really reflects his amazingly good memory and skill for thinking along three axes, like the lockpick kaz compared him to

“Yes,” Wylan said, that one word imbued with a whole world of hope. “But I don’t have anything to bargain with.”

--- Crooked Kingdom, Chapter 28. wylan's spent so long bargaining for his life that by the time he meets genya, he doesn't believe he has anything left to bargain with. but wylan still tries, AND when he succeeds, he still has the audacity to get genya to make him look better

in conclusion, wylan might be shy but that doesn't mean he isn't scheming something, but that doesn't mean he wants to scheme, but that doesn't mean he isn't good at scheming. he's excellent at it, he's just an unhinged ball of contradictions, and wylan would, could, and should beat kaz in a chess match

#six of crows #wylan van eck #fic: staccato in coda #let's also not forget the part where wylan gets seasick and his father put him on a boat to belendt #or the things he did to an ambassador's leg #but THAT's an unhinged post for another day #anyway someone asked me why i wrote in the fic that wylan didn't have what it took to survive the barrel #and the answer is because wylan thought that #and i found that thought to be very interesting #will make a wesper specific post later

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froggibus · 1 year

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A Moment of Hesitation - Leon Kennedy

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x F! reader

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, mutual pining??

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: leon has always kept you at arms length in order to protect you, but after leading the two of you into a trap, the cracks start to show and feelings come to light

CW: kidnapping, violence, gun violence, knife violence, bindings (reader and Leon are tied up with ropes), interrogation + interrogation techniques (including torture), reader shoots someone (self defense), drugging, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, love confessions, leon and reader are coworkers, somewhere between RE2 and RE4 leon

you guys were warned ahead of time lol. this started after i watched criminal minds and my hand slipped and suddenly i had 3k words and had to finish it. kind of my first shot at writing anything like this (slightly inspired by my mammon fic tho) so sorry if there's pacing issues. enjoy <3

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Leon knows he messed up when he wakes to a bucket of water on his face and ropes holding his hands behind his back. Three men haul him to his feet, holding him up even when his knees buckle. How did he even get here..? Wasn’t he on a mission with you—he freezes in his tracks.

Where were you? He squints his eyes, desperately looking for you in the dark room. He feels relief for only a second when he sees your crumpled form on the ground, bound in the same way he is before his blood runs cold. You shouldn’t be here.

It was supposed to be a simple mission: investigate a supposedly abandoned Umbrella Facility for more information on their newest BOW. Of course, nothing can ever go right for Leon S Kennedy, and somewhere along the way, noxious gas was released throughout the lab you were in. He had tried to push you out of the room, not caring what happens to himself as long as you’re safe, but seeing you here means you must not have gotten away.

He clenches his jaw in frustration. Ever since he realized he had feelings for you, he just wanted to protect you. Sometimes that meant taking on the harder missions alone, and when he couldn’t, he was watching you like a hawk. This was supposed to be easy, though, and he let his guard down. A major fuck up on his end.

Another man, another Umbrella lackey, emerges behind you, yanking you up by your bindings. Leon growls, instinctively moving towards you before being tugged by the men holding him. A woman in a lab coat splashes water in your face and you begin to stir.

You wake up wet, frigid water dripping down your face and running over your eyelids. You try to open your eyes only for the water to pour into them. It stings, and you reach out to wipe your eyes dry only to realize your hands are being held behind you.

“What the—“

“Nice of you to join us,” a woman’s voice echoes off the damp walls of the room you’re being held in.

Your eyes adjust to the water and the darkness and you manage to make out a few things. One, is that you’re in a small room, most likely underground from the dank smell. Secondly is that you’re restrained and the gun that was once tucked into your hip holster is gone. Thirdly is Leon, who’s watching you with concern, three men holding him back from running to you.

Right, you remember. There was gas in the room, and everything had gotten all foggy and dizzy. Leon had tried to push you out, you realize, and you had gotten out until you tried to drag him out of the room and passed out along with him.

Leon glances at you and you cringe under his gaze. His sacrifice was for nothing given that you’re standing here with him. He should have known that you never would have left without him.

“Mr Kennedy,” the woman crows, dark lips curling upwards. “Care to enlighten us on what you and your friend were doing in my lab?”

Leon frowns, “that’s none of your business.”

“That’s unfortunate,” she sighs, and signals to the man holding you, “I guess we’ll have to use other means to find out.”

The man drops you, letting you fall face first on the ground. You manage to land on your chest just before you hit and save yourself a broken nose.

Leon strains against his captors, screaming for you, “don’t you fucking dare—“

“Don’t I dare what, Mr Kennedy?”

He growls, jaw set hard as he narrows his eyes on the woman. But she’s right. He can’t do anything to help you in his current position, and he has absolutely no fucking clue how to get you out of this. So, he shuts up.

“That’s what I thought,” she smirks at his silence. “Now will you tell us?”

You guys share a look and you can see the conflict in his eyes. You know he can’t tell them, even if it means sacrificing you. But you can’t help but think that if you were in his position, you’d tell them anything they wanted to know. You’d burn the whole fucking world down for him.

She takes his prolonged silence as a ‘no’ and gestures at the man behind you. A boot meets the back of your head and you’re sent sprawling face first on the ground. The sole of his shoe plants itself on your cheek and grinds against it so hard you swear you hear cracking.

“Get your—“ Leon manages to land an elbow to the face of one of his captors. “Get your fucking hands off of her!”

You spit dirt on the ground and glare at the man above you. He grins back and the sight makes your stomach churn.

Leon is seething, his heart pounding worse than it ever has. “If you hurt her,” he says in a low voice, “there won’t be a place on heaven or earth you could hide from me.”

You’ve never found Leon so scary. Threatening, sure. But even when he’s interrogating people and shooting zombies, you’ve never felt the chill that you do now. The man holding you down must feel it, too, because he suddenly retracts his boot from your face.

Still, in different circumstances, in different contexts, his words would make you shiver. You try to shake the thoughts away. It’s because you’re his partner, y/n. Nothing else. Leon doesn’t see you that way.

The scientist woman, clearly dissatisfied with Leon’s silence, recalls her lackeys and slams the metal door behind her. As soon as Leon hears footsteps rescinding, he’s dropping to his knees next to you.

“Y/n,” he whispers, “y/n, get up.”

You whine, trying to sit up without your hands. Leon can hardly watch as you manage to prop yourself up on your chest and eventually fall back on your knees.

“Are you hurt? Did they do anything to you?”

You shake your head, keeping your voice quiet,“I don’t…I don’t think so. Nothing aside from what you saw, at least.”

He seems to relax at that, shoulders sinking down from his ears. He wants more than anything to reach out and wipe the dirt off of your face, to check every inch of your skin and make sure you’re okay.

“I-I think I know a way to get us out of this, okay?” He shuffles closer to you until his knees are against yours, “but you have to trust me.”

“I trust you with my life, Leon.”

His chest warms at your words but it’s short lived. “They took my gun but I still have my knife in my pocket,” he breathes, “I just need you to grab it and we can cut the ropes. Can you do that?”

“I-I think so,” you nod, turning around so that your hands face his front.

You lean back, fingertips reaching out for his pocket. Leon leans into your touch, pressing his pants against your hand. He gasps when your fingers brush across his crotch and you freeze in your tracks.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No,” he grunts, “just—a little more to the left.”

You somehow manage to get the knife from his pocket and flick it open. Leon moves his head down until he can clench his teeth around the hilt, ducking down until the blade is level with your bindings.

“Stay perfectly still,” he mumbles around the knife.

You try but it’s cold and you’re sore and he’s so damn close to you. Still, you manage, and soon enough you start to feel the bindings release until you can pull your hands free.

You hold them out in front of you and rub at your raw wrists, the red skin aching from where the ropes dug in. You turn to face Leon, taking the knife from his mouth and wiping his spit on your pants.

“Turn around,” you whisper.

He obeys your command, turning so that his back is facing you and his ropes are level with your hands. Your hands shake with every movement but you manage to saw through the rope and release him.

He gasps in relief, letting the tattered nylon fall to the ground. “Alright,” he stands up on shaky legs, “now to get out of here.”

You try to follow suit, pressing your hands against the floor to try and force yourself onto your shaking legs. You manage to get one leg up but as you stand, you pitch forwards.

Leon anticipates your fall before it even happens and catches you. “You alright?”

“The gas must not be out of my system,” you shake your head, “I can walk. I’ll be fine.”

You prop yourself up on his shoulder and push off, stumbling a bit before getting your footing. Leon watches you carefully, making sure you’re able to stand before approaching the sealed door.

He tugs on it and though the metal whines, it doesn’t budge. He pushes it and the metal gives way, opening to a dark corridor. You think of making a joke about him pulling a push door, but bite your tongue. Now is not the time.

Leon surprises you by grabbing your hand and leading you up the hallway. “Do you have my knife?” He asks. “We don’t know what could be lurking around these halls.”

“Yeah—do you want it?”

“No,” he shakes his head, blond hair flopping in his face, “you hang on to it.” I’d rather you be protected.

You reach the end of the hall and Leon pulls you to the left where more light seems to be coming from a staircase. There’s noises up ahead—just a shuffling of footsteps—but it has Leon instinctively tugging you closer to him.

You’re so close you can feel the warmth radiating off of his back and his heart beating in his chest. “Leon,” you say, pointing towards a shadow being cast from the top of the stairs.

He nods once, taking the stairs one step at a time, anticipating some sort of horrific BOW. Instead, it’s one of the men from earlier. Not just any man—the one who had stepped on you.

Leon can hardly contain his anger as he drops your hand and sneaks up behind him, wrapping an arm around his neck. He holds his head with one hand and uses his forearm to cut off his oxygen, and even after the man goes limp, Leon holds on.

You watch with wide eyes, not sure if you should intervene or not. He's hostile, after all, and he did step on your face. You don’t have to jump into action, though, because Leon sees the look on your face and gently lowers the unconscious man to the floor.

“Asshole,” he spits, and reaches for your hand again, “come on, we must be close to an exit.”

You place your hand in his and run your thumb gently across the back of it. A simple, silent gesture that doesn’t go unnoticed by Leon; a gesture that calms the fire inside him.

“I—do you think it’s only the guys from earlier?” You ask.

“I’d like to think so, but we should still be on guard…” I don’t want to lead you into another trap.

Leon swallows hard. You’re so close to him, he can feel you breathing. All he wants is to make sure you’re okay, really okay, and to hold you until you calm down. But he can’t do that, not until he gets you out of here at least. And even then, would you let him? He’s kept you at arms length for so long, would you even be willing to come closer?

It sure feels like it when you’re practically leaning against him the entire way through the halls.

“Leon,” you whisper, and when he doesn’t answer, you tug on his arm. “Leon!”

He jerks backwards, almost knocking you into a wall in the process. “What?”

You jab your finger towards two more shadows up ahead. It must be the remaining men from earlier. His eyes go wide, his lips forming an ‘o’ shape when they follow your gaze.

“You get the one on the right, I’ll get the one on the left. Okay? On three, two, one—“

You lunge forwards, brandishing the hilt of the knife. You smack the base of the hilt directly against the man’s head as hard as you can, and he crumples to the floor. Leon raises an eyebrow at your tactics from where he’s choking out the other guard, and you swear you see him smile.

You dig around in the man’s pockets, only to find your gun. You nudge his face with your foot, “fucker,” and click the safety off.

Leon lays the man on the ground, turning back to speak to you just as the final man leaps out from behind a corner. He’s holding Leon’s pistol, but before he can even shoot, there’s a hole in his head and your handgun is smoking.

Leon looks at you, then at the man, then back at you. “Y/n,” he breathes, bewildered.

“Don’t let your guard down, remember?” You try to quip, but your voice and hands are shaking.

Not because you just shot a man, no. You’ve had to subdue more than a few hostiles in your line of work. No—you’re shaking because had you been a second slower, or your aim a bit worse, Leon would be dead right now.

You swallow your feelings down. You can deal with them when you get out. For now, escape is all you need to focus on.

Leon picks up his pistol from the man and waits for you to cross the room to him. He can’t hold your hand now, not with his gun, but you’re still close enough that he can feel you.

He tries to ignore the way his face heats up at the contact.

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It takes several more hallways before you’re back in the room you got gassed in, and then twenty minutes from there, but you finally get out.

It’s dark out, the sun having dipped down below the horizon hours ago, and the breeze bites despite being in a desert. You shiver, rubbing your bare arms.

The moonlight illuminates Leon’s face, letting you see the bruise that covers his cheek bone and the dirt all over his skin. Still, he’s as beautiful as ever.

He raises a hand to your face. There’s a small gash from where you hit the ground earlier, a streak of blood down your face. “This looks bad,” he moves his hand down to your jaw, looking at you seriously. “We’ll have to clean it once we get back to the motel.”

“O-okay,” butterflies erupt in your stomach under his touch.

The walk to the car isn’t long, but the silence makes it seem much worse. Warmth lingers on your face from where Leon had touched you, and you find yourself rubbing at it. He’s being so gentle now—but why?

It’s not like he wasn’t before, but it was never like this. So what could explain the change in behavior? Was it guilt? Gratitude? Did he resent himself for the fact he couldn’t bring himself to leak secret government information to save your life, or did he want to thank you for saving him? Both? Neither?

The enigma makes your head spin, and the only thing you’re sure of is the warmth in your face and the butterflies in your stomach.

Even the drive back to the motel is strangely silent, Leon occasionally glancing at you when he thinks you’re not looking. Examining your wound, you assume. It’s a lot more than that for Leon, though. He needs to make sure you’re okay. That you’re alive and safe and out of harm's way. Harm that he put you in.

It’s a miracle for him that he could even drive back to the motel with the way his thoughts raced. Still, he gets you there safe and sound, and suddenly the two of you are stepping out of the car on shaky legs.

“Are you—do you need help?” He asks.

You don’t want to admit it, and on a good day you wouldn’t. But this wasn’t a good day, and you do need help. You think about it for a second, and nod.

The position you fall into with Leon is only natural for the two of you. Something you’ve done on countless missions when one or the other or both of you got injured. An arm around your waist, an arm around his, leaning your body weights on each other. Stumbling desperately for your hotel room in the dark. If anyone saw you now, they’d probably just assume you’re a couple on vacation that had a few too many.

If only they knew how complicated it really was.

Leon has to release his arm from you to dig through the pocket of his pants for the keycard, but he lets you rest your full body weight on him in the meantime. You relax on him, the warmth and scent and curves of his body the only familiar thing in the world.

The lock turns green and clicks, letting Leon push the door open and help you into the room. You’re almost relieved to see the double beds and feel the brisk air conditioning. The only thing that would make it better is if it were your own bed.

Leon clearly shares your sentiment, kicking off his boots and leaping onto the mattress, “what a sight for sore eyes.”

You sit on the edge of your bed, slowly taking off your combat boots one at a time and spending way too much time fiddling with the shoelaces. “Tell me about it.”

You almost laugh at the words that just left your mouth. It’s just a figure of speech, but there really is something you want him to tell you about. You want to ask him about his sudden closeness and the mission and the brush with death and above all, his hesitation earlier.

A part of you knows why. He doesn’t want you to die, you’re his partner, but you know and you’ve always known, the job comes first. You might be willing to sacrifice everything for him, but he can’t do the same.

“We need to clean your face,” Leon sits up suddenly, the rustling of his clothes catching your attention. “It’ll get infected otherwise.”

You don’t feel like doing anything right now except for laying down and staring at the ceiling, but you know he’s right. You begrudgingly follow him to the bathroom. He’s already unpacking his first aid kit, digging out antiseptic spray, cotton pads and a bandaid.

Like every other time you’ve done this, you settle on the counter in front of him. It’s such a familiar feeling that it’s almost bitter. He wets a cloth with warm water and starts to wipe off the dirt and blood on your face. You flinch under his touch, the wound stinging with the water.

“What’s on your mind, doll?” His voice is soft, calm. Nothing like it was earlier when you were being stepped on. The contrast makes you shiver.

You feel like you’ve been here a million times but at the same time, everything feels different. “It’s been a long day,” you say quietly, “for both of us.”

He wets a cotton pad with antiseptic and starts to dab it across the cut. “We’ve had longer days.”

You don’t say anything to that, clenching your teeth together to keep from hissing in pain. You never do get used to the burn of cleaning wounds.

“Seriously, what is it?” He looks at you seriously.

“I feel like I’m going insane, Leon.”

He gently presses the bandaid to your wound, dropping his hands from your forehead to your forearms. “Why?”

“I—” your skin practically burns where he’s touching you. “It’s everything. It–it’s me and it’s you and the mission and my feelings and—God, we’re partners Leon, we’re partners and I’m going to fuck it all up.”

The way you say partners lingers in the air. You choke on the word like it’s painful, like it’s a curse, some sort of vile thing that haunts you. And in a way, it is. Your partnership with Leon has long been a curse complicated by your own feelings.

His brow furrows, “what are you…?”

“I would sacrifice everything for you. And I know I shouldn’t feel this way and it’s stupid and it’s selfish but…” You can feel tears pricking your lashes.

“But what?”

“Why won’t you do the same? You hesitated—earlier, you hesitated. You weren’t going to talk.” You burst into tears at the end of your sentence, the horrors from the day coming back to haunt you.

Your feelings are so overwhelming that they drown you. Your sadness and heartbreak and fear, and your anger and resentment. The bitter feeling whenever you’re reminded that Leon is your partner, nothing more.

Leon squeezes your arms gently, trying to get your attention. “Y/n,” he sighs, “look at me. Please.”

When you can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze, he slowly moves a hand to your face and wipes your tears away. His hand catches your jaw, tilting your chin up until your eyes are level with his. The way the tears catch on your lashes make the world look like a stained glass window, Leon the most beautiful mosaic you’ve ever seen.

“You need to understand,” his voice is soft, “I didn’t hesitate because I don’t care about you. I hesitated because I do. I keep my distance because I care about you so much, it scares me. Y/n, I would let the whole fucking world burn if it meant keeping you warm.”

His words stun you. They leave you warm and dizzy and lightheaded, your heart pounding against your ribcage, your skin burning under his touch. It’s all so confusing, so overwhelming. This whole time, did he really feel the same way?

“I meant what I said, doll. If someone hurt you, there wouldn’t be a place in the universe where they’d be safe from me.”

You’re staring at him and he’s staring back. His eyes have always been his most expressive feature, and right now they’re telling you exactly what you want. The warmth they hold, the concern and the affection, it’s all you’ve ever wanted.

“Leon…”

He leans in, ghosting his lips on yours. Heat spreads through your body. “We’re partners,” he whispers against you, and somehow that word sounds less venomous than it ever has.

“Partners,” you repeat, your lips catching on his as the words leave your mouth.

He presses his lips on yours harder, moving his hand from your face to the back of your head, holding you against him. He’s needy and desperate for your touch, as if he’s trying to keep you with him forever. And he is.

“Partner,” he mumbles, moving his lips down to your collarbone. “My partner. My brilliant, brilliant partner.”

You shiver at his touch and his words, the moment so raw and intimate it makes you wonder how long he’s wanted to do this.

“My brilliant partner,” he pulls away, staring directly into your eyes, “so brilliant she couldn’t even see I was in love with her.”

“I—” you start to say but the words fail you.

Leon strokes your hair, planting a kiss to the bandaid on your forehead. “I know,” he says. “I know.”

He pulls away from you and grabs your hand, helping you off of the counter and leading you to bed. Both of you are still in your uniforms—a mess of vests and cargo pants and holsters. It’s a slow process to discard the most uncomfortable parts, but it’s worth it when you’re left in just a plain white t-shirt and underwear. There’s angry red marks on your skin from where the straps were.

You shyly look over at Leon who is dressed the same way you are. His shirt and skin are still dirty, and you’re sure you are too, but you don’t care. It doesn’t matter now.

All that matters is you and Leon, and the way he lays on the bed and waits for you to lay next to him. The way he draws you in, your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating. The way he means everything to you, and you mean even more to him.

#leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #resident evil 2 #resident evil #resident evil fluff #resident evil angst #resident evil 4 #hurt/comfort #mutual pining #angst #fluff #re2 remake #re2 x reader #re4 leon #re2 leon

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absolutebl · 8 months

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Hello! In the latest EP of I Feel You Linger in the Air, Yai addresses Jom as Por Jom. Jom seems surprised but I have no understanding of what Por means so it's significance is lost on me. Perhaps you can help shed some light? Also, how was Yai addressing Jom before?

Por/phor honorific in Thai - I Feel You Linger in the Air

I'm glad you asked it so I don't have to.

I have not encountered it before in BL.

Any of the the Thai language spies still out there wanna weigh in?

I did some poking around - but I could be way off base. Still this what I discovered:

Por is a paternal honorific, luang por is used for respected monks.

So I am assuming this use is relatively old fashioned (the reason we don't hear it often in our normal BL) and either one step more intimate or, more likely, one step more respectful than no honorific. Possibly scholarly?

I'm thinking all this has to do with Jom's demonstration of education. Yai has figured out that one of the reasons Jom doesn't belong and cannot fit in with the servants is that he is more educated than a peasant, which adds up to him being originally from a high status and wealthy family, especially speaking English and having travelled (he has a non-Chang Mai accent).

There is very little Thai middle class at the beginning of the 1920s since trade is being dominated/dictated by the West, or Chinese merchant operations, and Siam is a monarchy. So for a nationalize Thai citizen it's either military, landed gentry with trade operations (like Yai), military, or... none of the above. This changes, especially in the south, throughout this decade (as it did in other parts of the world). So there is a rising bourgeoisie going on in the background but it's not that obvious in Chang Mai at this time.

What this means to Yai is that Jom's family either got wiped out or politically entirely disenfranchised possibly as part of the 1912 attempted coups (or even WWI)? This would be mystifying for Yai because Jom doesn't act like he comes from a military family at all. So his background and status is very confusing for Yai, but Yai does know one thing...

Jom is NOT lower class by the standards of Yai's temporal worldview and existence.

For a young man to be educated and yet entirely alone is very dangerous and suspicious. Also, let's be clear, Jom doesn't look or act like a laborer. He red flags "cultured" all over the place.

Yai is paternalistic and caring towards Jom out the gate because Yai has a big ol'crush but also because he recognizes "his own" is trying to survive while isolated and scared. Yai wants to rescue Jom.

Some Historical Context for I Feel You Linger In The Air

I love history and so here's some quick info that any Thai watcher would likely know, but you might not... ready?

Remember:

Burma (Myanmar) to the west is occupied by the British.

The French hold Vietnam to the east.

Everyone is bickering over what would become Cambodia & Laos.

China occasionally gets involved from the North (also, lots of immigrants from China at this time accounting for a large percentage of the merchant/middle class)

Eventually, Japan would invade during WWII.

In part, The Kingdom of Siam was kept a "neutral" party because none of the surrounding colonial powers wanted to risk offending any of the other players in the area.

Siam re-negotiated sovereignty in 1920 (from USA) and 1925 (France & Britain). But during the time of this show (mid to late 1920s) it was back to it's customary type-rope balancing act of extreme diplomacy with the allied western colonial powers that surrounded it. Recognizing that Thailand was never colonized, it's boarders were constantly nibbled at and it was "ambassador-occupied" off and on by Westerners whose military backing and exploitive business concerns simply outmatched the monarchy, especially in the technology department (as well as by reputation on the global stage at the time).

In other words, the farang in this show (James & Robert) are bound to be both the baddies and the power players of the narrative.

The king of Siam at the time (Vajiravudh AKA Rama VI) was initially somewhat popular but also regarded as overly extravagant since Siam was hit by a major postwar recession in 1919. It should be noted that King Vajiravudh had no son because he was most likely gay (which at the time did not much concern Siamese popular opinion, EXCEPT THAT it undermined the stability of the monarchy).

He "died suddenly" in 1925 (age 44) with the monarchy weakened and succession handed off to his younger brother.

In 1932 a small circle of the rising bourgeoisie (all of whom had studied in Europe, mostly Paris), supported by some military, seized power from the monarchy in a practically nonviolent Siamese Revolution installing a constitutional monarchy.

Siam would then go through: dictatorship, WWII, Japanese invasion, Allied occupation, democratic elections, military junta, the Indochina wars, communist insurgency, more democracy and popularization movements, multiple coups, more junta, more monarchy, eventually leading us to the somewhat chaotic insanity of Thai politics we have today. (Which is, frankly, a mix of monarchy, junta, democracy, egocentric popularism, and bribery.)

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#P'ABL gets crazy academic for a moment #a brief history of Thai politics since WWI #Thai BL #I feel You linker in the air #it's a great fucking show but everything makes more sense if you have historical context #thai honorifics #thai language #thai linguistics

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nsfw hcs for buggy??? (sub buggy)

✮ 𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗕𝗬 𝗕𝗨𝗚𝗚𝗬! submissive headcanons of the genius jester, buggy the clown!

𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗧! ꒰ buggy d. clown / dom, m!reader ꒱: hairpulling, degrading, praise, spanking, voyeurism, incorrect use of his devil fruit, idk be cautious. ꒰ n: thi is like my 5th buggy request. yall love him sm lol. also, there r hints towards the 2nd kinktober buggy fic ꒱

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇... the fact buggy is needy. that man is deprived of love, affection, and attention. yellow chrysanthemums are his flower. never has he been granted the affection that he desperately craves and needs. that deprivation translates into the bedroom as well. and one fact is that because of that neediness, or that clingyness, leads to: obsession, possessiveness, and idiocy. your affection. your attention. your love, matters over everything else. and again, that translates into the bedroom. he'll do something downright stupid to get you to fuck him.

buggy can and will be a bratty little shit. but he'll be a submissive, whining baby as soon as once you put him in his place. he'll whine and cry when you give him tender kisses and deep slow thrusts. an "i love you" would make him cum.

he'll purposefully irritate you. whether that be not doing something you've asked of him, rubbing up on another crew member, or fucking with you throughout the day with his devil fruit. "hey gimme a hand will ya?!" there's a little tap on your shoulder and you turn to see a severed hand waving at you. "BUGGY—" "COMING!!"

he'll be a brat and boast about how you can't "handle him" until you to manhandle him to the bed and bully your cock into him.

despite how much he seems to distaste pain, he loves it when you inflict pain onto him. no matter how big or small.

when you step on his cock for not doing what you asked? he's sobbing, but he can't help but buck his hips towards your boot and he'll cum when you press down harder. his chest will be stuttering and his makeup is dripping down his face from the tears, he's promising "i won'do it 'gain!" but you know damn well he's going to.

if you can't tell, he's somewhat of a masochist. but of course, he has limits, don't push him too hard. though, you'll likely allow him to pick the safeword and he'll pick something related to the circus. it'll be stupid as hell, but it catches your attention. and while engaging in his kinks, its something you desperately need. because he's dirty. when he first told you his kinks he was nervous how what think of him after. some of his kinks 'n things he's into are likely something like:

degradation / humiliation; ꒰ despite how much he seems like he hates it. when it comes from you, he's hard. call him a whore and he's shaking while shooting ropes. dirty talk to him while showing him off??? ꒱

voyeurism; ꒰ speaking of showing him off. he has this large fantasy of you fucking him on his "throne" in front of an audience. his victims will see more than just his terrifying smile. dirty talk while your fucking him in front of these unsuspecting people? "oh? you like this don't you, bugs?" "you like being shown as a whore to them?" it'll only get worse if you interact with the audience. "what are you doing? clap. your showrunner deserves some praise for cumming, yes?" ꒱

praise; ꒰ while he's whore for degradation. praise will have him going insane. yes, calling him demeaning names could bring him to tears, praising him will have him sobbing. y'know how i said that his love deprivation translates into the bedroom? being tender with him, pressing kisses all over his face, especially on his nose?? "good job, bugs." "your doing so good baby, keep going." "mhm, you were super flashy and strong today." "that's my boy." "good boy..." affirmation that he's doing okay, that's he's so handsome and fantastic will have him cumming and sobbing in your arms. ꒱

mirror sex; ꒰ his devil fruit 100% allows him the option to watch from afar. seeing the buldge from your cock appear and disappear. but even if its just full nelson, which he loves btw, he loves having a mirror in front him to watch you fuck him ꒱

oral fixation; ꒰ for some reason, buggy with an oral fixation comes into play. but of course he gets ashamed about it, because his nose often gets in the way of giving you head or anything else like that. one thing his nose doesn't in the way off is your fingers. he loooves sucking on your fingers. he gets ecstatic when you ask him to, needing to stretch him out of course. he whines when you pull your fingers from his lips. he needs something in his mouth at all times. when your plowing into him from behind he'll laying on the pillow with two of your fingers in his mouth. im telling you he does! don't get me started on making afab!buggy taste himself once you've fingered him! ꒱

creampies; ꒰ amab! or afab! he's in love with the idea of you filling him up. doesn't even have to be about breeding or pregnancy, he'll have you cum in him so he can feel "warm inside." he'll make creampie joke if he's amab! ꒱

spanking; ꒰ he enjoys some of the punishments you give him. specifically, spanking. he did obey you one particular time and you bent him over your knee, spanking him till his ass was red and raw. he was sobbing, but there was pool of cum on the floor from him. with your hand or a belt, he's loosing it. imagine he was afab! slapping his pretty clit until he came. even as amab! slap his tip, which is super sensitive, and he's shooting ropes. ꒱

CBT; ꒰ speaking of slapping his tip, and like i mentioned earlier stepping on his cock, it gets him hard. bulling his poor cock will having him screaming and crying for you to stop, but he'll never actually say the safeword. he'll let you bully him allllll you want to and make a mess of himself with cum! ꒱

hair pulling; ꒰ he has alll of that hair! why not pull on it. like i said with the pain thing, everytime you pull his hair he'll let out the sweetest whimper and allow to pull him to wherever. this has the biggest affect when your fucking him from behind. pulling his hair and making him form a perfect arch while you plow into him?? his eyes are rolling back and his tongue is lolled out. he just genuinely likes you manhandling him. ꒱

choking or just manhandling; ꒰ just like with hair pulling, choking is the same thing. over all, he enjoys you pulling and slapping him around. yank him towards the bedroom, pull him by his hair, pick him up and bring him somewhere. simply bullying him to do something will him hard. ꒱

now the positions he's into are something else. he'll likely be into anything, and his devil fruit allows him to try anything. he does have favorites. certain positions will have him cumming in seconds actually. his favorite position you put him ꒰ from favorite to least favorite ꒱ are likely "basic ones" but here:

doggy; ꒰ esp. when you shove him head into the pillow and rail him. your tip shoving into his prostate. he's moaning around your fingers n shaking. this one is likely his favorite. ꒱

full nelson; ꒰ his second favorite is full nelson. he's surprisingly flexible and can take the position very well. whether it be watching through a mirror, or forcing his head to be pointed down so he watches you fuck him. that gets him cumming quickly. this is 100% his second favorite. ꒱

mating press; ꒰ mostly because of the "being filled" thing. he may or may not have a breeding kink, but if he does this position does wonders. he's in love with it. especially if he has a cunt?? your cock feels so much deeper n big in this position. often times he'll beg you to put him in a mating press. ꒱

spooning; ꒰ while some of the other ones offer great intimacy, he values the intimacy of this one the most. its the best for sleep sex too! which he really loves. he loves you holding him so tenderly, this is a time where the love deprivation translates. if he's not in the mood for something extreme, he'll as you to hold him gently n fuck him to sleep. ꒱

overall, he's a whore for your attention ꒰ and cock ꒱. most nights are likely tender and lovey dovey nights, especially if something had gone wrong, maybe a plan or something. so its typical for him to be a little whiny n clingy when things like that happen. just shove some fingers in his mouth and fuck him good, he'll shut up.

꒰ n: i promise you im in love with him n i got srsly carried away making this ꒱

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ofstardustanddreaming · 27 days

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never too much

oneshot summary: (the request) Throughout their first few weeks of being in a romantic relationship together, Nanami finds out that reader is still pretty shy and insecure of herself. She wants to hold his hand, hug him, kiss his cheeks, talk to him and rant about anything— his heart melts. Yet reader gets insecure, being told in the past that she was clingy and talkative, not wanting to make Nanami uncomfortable, she keeps it to herself instead of showing affection. Nanami makes the first moves of the mentioned gestures of affection, so she can feel comfortable around him, hopefully.

content warnings: heavy talk on insecurities, mention of shitty exes, and nanami being super comforting

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

character: kento nanami x reader

gender neutral reader

anon request

a.n. - oh anon, this tugged at my heartstrings. i always love fics like this, and i feel like nanami would be so sweet lol. i enjoyed writing it, i hope y'all enjoy reading it!

Two months is how long you have been dating Kento Nanami and every day has felt like a dream. He's the perfect boyfriend that you always dreamed of, feeling like you were in a fairytale. And today was no different really. Today marked the first weekend you'd be spending at his place, the first time either of you step in the direction of spending the night. He was the one to ask if you'd like too, and you of course have to jump on the chance.

You decide to plant yourself outside of his work with his favorite snack (and one you grabbed for yourself, obviously) from the bakery, knowing he was working some overtime and probably needed a little pick me up. You also figure seeing him after work could be a good surprise, you only hope he might want to see you after work. You had gotten out of work early, so it made sense to you, while you made the plan on the train, to be able to make a quick pitstop.

You look around anxiously for Nanami, hoping you hadn't missed him, or he had gotten out early as well. But you had nothing to fear as you see him walk out, his face brightening when he saw you, a soft smile gracing his features.

"Hey sweetheart, what a nice surprise seeing you here." He says to you, and his first plan of attack when seeing you was to shoulder the overnight bag you had brought with you to Jujutsu High, that contained what you needed for the weekend visit. It made your heart flutter when he so mindlessly did the most gentlemen of things. The next thing he did was with the opposite hand than that of the arm shouldering the bag, was to offer it to you as you both walk to his place. He doesn't live too far from Jujutsu High and it was a nice day outside. A perfect day for a walk, as he told you, making sure you knew that he doesn't live to far.

"Of course Ken, I hope you don't mind me stopping at your work so soon in our relationship. You also didn't have to grab my bag, but thank you for doing it. Oh! And before I forget, I got another surprise. I picked up some treats for us this weekend, some of our favorites." You tell him, cringing a little. You weren't sure if you had been talking too much, or jumping around in your statements. Previous relationships had always made some comment regarding your talking levels, always being roped in with being clingy. You glance over at Nanami, who is smiling down at you, eyes darting between your face and the route in front of you, making you relax a tiny bit.

"These treats sound lovely for this weekend. I also don't mind you stopping by at work, you always brighten my day. And in no way is it a problem for me to hold the bag for you." He says, noting your jumpiness around him still. He genuine about enjoying seeing you after work, even if the relationship was still relatively new. He could feel his heart blossom anytime he saw you, something he hasn't really felt with anyone else. He was hoping that he wasn't pushy at all with you though, concerned he would seem to forward and make you uncomfortable with any words or advances he has made.

He did notice that you weren't one to initiate any sort of first contact, not that he expected that at the initial part of the relationship, but he was a bit nervous if him grabbing your hand earlier seemed too forward. But he holds the observation inside, wanting to enjoy the weekend and not focus on something that could be nothing. Surely you'd say something if you were uncomfortable he truly hoped. (Although if he felt you were uncomfortable he'd sit you both down to talk about it.) But he figures you just didn't enjoy initiating contact first in such a new relationship, and besides, he loves initiating contact anyway.

"Any plans for the weekend?" You ask, changing the subject as the both of you come up to his house. He messes around with the lock, trying to find the right key, as he talks a lot about relaxing for the evening at least, leaving the rest of the weekend up to fate.

You're curious about his house, really soaking up the outside while he swings open the door. Two stories, plain looking outside. Knowing Nanami, he was a very minimalist person, and you were right in that guess. Inside the house, it was very minimalistic. As you walk through the entrance way and into the main area, you pause in the living area to really take it in while he takes your bag to the guest room.

He has a couple of hanging plants next to the long sliding doors. The light filtering through the blinds, his TV stand pushed up against the wall so it wasn't blinded by the sunlight. The couch placed in the nice sunlight of the window and a blanket hanging off it, and you could only imagine how warm it felt there. You're brought out of your thoughts when Nanami walks back into the kitchen, the sound of his footsteps causing you to sharply turn to him.

He's out of his work clothes and into more lounge wear, and it sparks you into moving into the guest room to do the same for yourself, shedding yourself from the workday. You come back out to see him making dinner, your eyebrows raising in shock.

"We could have ordered take out, you didn't have to go to the trouble of making anything." You say, grabbing his attention.

"I do enjoy cooking, you know. This is no trouble at all, really." He says, continuing his thought. "It's simple and easy, to kick off the evening."

You smile, relief at the thought it wasn't too much trouble. You sit at the table near the kitchen, still visible to each other and close enough to hear each other talk if you wanted too. It was kept minimal though as he was hyper-focused. He soon finishes the dinner though, as he promised a quick and easy make, bringing your plate over to you, and you continue what small conversation you had. And to your appreciation, it flowed. It isn't forced and awkward. This is the first time in a long string of awful exes that you've felt truly listened too by someone, without them wanting to get something in return for it.

He asks you questions, sincerity behind the tone, really listening to your answers. He looks you in your eyes as you respond, causing your face to warm up anytime he looks at you for longer than 10 seconds. You're starting to worry you're rambling too much.

"But yeah, I think that's the new idea I came up with would work, I'm just unsure how to bring it up. I'm sure they'd choose someone else's idea first though, I don't know if mine is the best." You catch yourself rambling, your breath hitching. "Sorry, not to hog the conversation. Has Gojo done anything to bother you lately?" And your eyes shift. What if he thought you were trying to find out about another man.

"Your idea is good, but that's the second time you've done that, you know. Stopping yourself from talking, that is." He says instead, and your eyes snap up to his. His eyes are ones of concern, and you aren't sure how to respond.

"Sorry. I don't notice I do it." You finally stammer out, and Nanami looks understanding.

"Hey, it's okay. Just a small observation. Sorry to put you on the spot, truly. Gojo was relatively fine today, but then again, I wasn't around him very often." Nanami continues, noting how nervous you were about the observation. He didn't mean to say it so bluntly and take you off guard, very willing to switch the topic for your sake.

You both finish up eating, where you both playfully fought over you helping with the dishes. You eventually won when you flicked some of the water in his face. (Although he didn't miss you you tense, worried you took it a step too far.) But he gently laughs at it, pulling you in close to stand next to him at the sink to wash and dry. The hand on the waist when he pulled you in made your body ghost shiver, and you hope he doesn't feel that. You swear he lets his hand linger though, for a second longer than necessary, sure that he might have felt your shiver anyway.

You fall into a peaceful silence while you wash and you so badly want to rest your head on his chest, but you refrain. As you finish up, you both head over to the couch to relax for the rest of the night. He brings over the snacks you bought as well, intending to eat them over whatever it is you both choose to do.

"Any ideas for a movie?" He asks, deciding to take a small lead. He sees how nervous you are in suggesting something new, as if he wouldn't want to do what you suggest, and he wants to help with that. He did notice in previous situations that you tend to get bashful at suggesting anything, opting to let him have the choice in what to do. He didn't want to always make the decision, always wanting to hear your input as well. At the very least here, he could start with nudge you into voicing what ideas you have about a movie.

"Something in the romantic genre?" You question, wanting to see if that's a good idea with him, and he nods. You're excited, previous relationships not really wanting much to do with romance, thinking it was one of your "tactics" to push them into doing more romantic activities. Nanami's considerations for what you want to do always took you by surprise, in a good way. He looks fine with the decision too, scrolling through the lists on the variety of streaming services. You both settle on a movie that sounds promising that neither of you have seen before.

You both lean back into the couch, and you nervously bite at your nails. You curl your legs under you as you glance over at Nanami, craving the touch of cuddling, unsure of how to ask for it without it being awkward. He's coming back from dimming the lights and closing the blinds as he sits next to you, and thankfully you don't have to worry about asking. He grabs the blanket off the couch as he also hits play on the movie. He wraps the blanket around the both of you, as the blanket was big enough to wrap around two people, and you couldn't be more happy at the invitation.

He pulls you into his chest and you feel warm as you bury yourself into his chest. His frame makes you feel secure as he strokes your arm and side. His heartbeat was soothing as you burrow into him. Your arms strengthen their grip on him as he pulls you even closer. You turn your focus to the movie, enjoying the warmth for a majority of it.

But the movie then pulls you out of the comforting trance right around the climax though, where the fight between the love characters are at a high. It reminds you of what used to be. The guy uses the woman's exes against her, saying that maybe they were right about her personality. Maybe that he should've listened to them and should have never went out with her.

What if Nanami finds about about your insecurities or clinginess, and decides to use it against you? Is your thought, and it causes you to stiffen. It's enough to get Nanami looking down at you with his brows furrowed in curiosity. He pauses the movie and you look up at him, worry at ruining movie night.

His heart hurts when he sees the gloss of tears in your eyes. He shifts you both around, the dim lighting allowing him to still see you clearly when he sits you to face him.

"Hey, it's okay. I know we've been going slow for two months, and we haven't known each other for very long, but you can talk to me." He speaks with a soft tone in his voice, eyes shifting around your face for any sudden changes in your demeanor.

"Sorry. I'm sorry." You whisper out at first, tears falling quick. He wipes them away, the pads of his fingers cool and welcome against your warming skin, letting you take your time.

"It just made me worry about previous exes talking to you. You would've found out eventually about my personality, but maybe they would've told you sooner and you would leave me sooner." You say, looking at him with your lip trembling a little. He senses your heightened anxiety, but he can't imagine what they'd have to say to him. Anything an ex had to say about you, he'd assume was a lie until you told him otherwise. He lets you collect your thoughts before you continue.

"I suppose it's better you hear it from me anyway. I'm too clingy. I'm too talkative. That's what they all said anyway when they broke up with me. It's the reason they did. And even though you might be the best relationship I've had where I was starting to not have to worry about that, it'll be the reason you break up with me too, eventually. Even though I'm trying to control myself and not be too touchy or talkative, it'll still be too much for you. One day I'll talk too much or want one to many kisses and it'll cause you to break up with me." You tell him, trying to easy your way out of his touch, worried that would even be too much for him.

You're full on sobbing now, standing up from the couch and pacing in front of him. He stands up next to you and pulls you by the wrist to try and stop you.

"That's why you primarily want me to initiate anything, huh. Darling, look at me." He wraps his other arm around your waist, the one on your wrist coming up to gently trace your face. "Hey, it's okay. I haven't minded initiating contact at all these past couple of months. I know I may not have touched you often, I can't imagine how hard that must have been for someone who loves touch. I just didn't want to cross your boundaries, I always wondered why you seemed hesitant to reach out to me or kiss me. I even wondered why you always seemed cautious with your words, as if I wouldn't give the chance to hear your beautiful words."

He sets you both down on the couch again, your breath still hitching, still also feeling bad about stopping the movie night. It's as if Nanami can sense that too, quick to get on more with his speech.

"I need you to know that they're all wrong. I want nothing more than for you to feel comfortable around me. I don't mind you touching me, I don't mind you talking to me about any and every thought you have. It's you being a regular human. And so what if you need a little more contact than what's considered a norm? That's what's normal to you, alright? I'd let you know if I need space, but that's so rare. I want you to feel comfortable enough that you don't hesitate to kiss me because that's just what you feel you need. Much like I'd pull you in for a hug because it's what I need. If anything, you should be telling me off if I'm not providing you the support you need. From now on, don't hold your breath and deny me the chance to hear your gorgeous voice. I can't imagine how starved you've been for contact you've been denying yourself and craving, and I can't believe I haven't been giving enough of that contact, especially since I've been catching on lately. How stupid I've been to not ask you outright." He cups his hands around your face and you sigh, leaning into his touch.

Your tears are stopping, he plants many kisses alongside your nose, forehead, anywhere on your face. He kisses you once, twice, three times on the lips, deepening the third one. You really lean into that one, hands balling the fabric of his shirt up. You start to let go, and he's quick to remind you that it's okay. As long as you feel comfortable to touch him.

"You may not be okay with it right away, and we'll have our boundary talks as situations arise, but I'm willing to stand with you side by side." He says, a finger tracing the outline of your face.

"Thank you Ken. I don't even know how to begin to thank you."

"You don't have too. It's what relationships are, it's about finding that middle ground." You bite your lip and threw caution to the wind for once in the relationship. You take charge and you slide your arms around his neck, pulling yourself as close as you could for the skinship, shaking in his embrace. He wraps his arms as tight as they could go without hurting you, burying his face in your neck. He maneuvers you both in the lying position on the couch, wrapping the blanket around you both, the movie you both had put on now long forgotten. As you both now take in the warm embrace, you're glad to have shared in the vulnerability. Even if it's a two month relationship, it was good to take a step forward in a new relationship, as you both drift to sleep.

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HI!!!! Good morning/afternoon/evening to youuu! First, I want to say I really enjoy your fics, it makes me feel like I'm on cloud 9. Too bad their just fiction. Anyways....

Idk if you write fics about benny watts, but ig it's worth a shot, I'm obsessed with play date by Melanie Martinez and that song really fit with benny. When benny was only with the reader to practice or play with her but they have a little thing that a couple does but without label. So the ready gets really tired and have a fight with him, and at the end benny told her his feelings.

Really hope you can make this. And advance thank you! <33

YES!!! My beloved Benny Watts!!!! I love him so much 😊 Thank you so much for your words, yet alas, mine are just fiction *sigh* (also, love your username)

Benny moved a rook across the chess board and your face scrunched up. You were nowhere near the level that the great Benny Watts was, but you liked the think you could predict his moves. You had known Benny since you were children, and therefore were able to practically able to read each other minds. That was an argument Benny used many times to rope you into playing chess with him. If you, the person who was able to prophesy his every move, wasn't able to beat him, then he was confident no one could.

You had tried multiple times to get out of playing chess with Benny (albeit thankful that it was a bit of steady income for the two of you, seeing as you were roommates), but he always managed to trick you into playing with him. Sometimes it was through bets, or he got you tipsy, or he simply looked up with you with puppy dog eyes and you melted.

It was hard though, being Benny's friend. You were constantly left alone at the apartment- if you could call it that- and sometimes had to pick up extra shifts because Benny was too engrossed in chess that he forgot to pick up a check. Your friends had urged you to move out, seeing how the stress could get to you, but you refused. You felt bad about the prospect of leaving Benny. He was your best friend, although you sometimes wondered if you were his. He clearly shared a special relationship with Arthur and Harry, simply because they were all the same sex.

And then there was Beth.

You were unsure of when the girl had first appeared in your life; she had just showed up at one point. And you saw how Benny reacted to her.

You were about to move a knight when a knock sounded on the door. Sharing a look with Benny, both silently agreeing to pause the game, you got up and opened the door. Sighing at the character who was waiting to come in, you moved back to the chess boar and plopped back down on the ground.

"Beth!" Benny smiled brightly. You hated him for it. Your feelings for Benny were probably a main factor in why you stayed by his side, even after he had pushed you into the friend-zone multiple times unknowingly.

"Are you guys playing?" Beth moved to sit by you.

You scooted away from her and towards Benny, gesturing to the board and saying, "Play for me, will you? I could never win against the prodigy."

"Hush," Benny took your hand in his. "You were doing wonderfully."

Without another word, you sat back and watched as the two young adults warred in a battle of the wits. No matter how many times you would watch it, you were always awed at the swift, defiant movements that they shared.

An unwanted pang of jealousy wormed its way into your stomach. Why couldn't you've been great at chess? Would Benny than pay more attention to you? And how could he be so blind? Who else had stood by his side for as long as you?

Throughout the match, Benny continued to hold you hand. When you went to pull away, reaching for a book or magazine to interest yourself in, he pulled you back and muttered something about 'his good luck charm'.

Rolling your eyes at his persistence, you shrugged him off. After a while, Benny was declared the winner, but by a slight margin. Even you were able to see how Benny narrowly avoided defeat. He had gotten lucky. Beth thanked you for letting her drop by, saying she had originally come for a book that Benny suggested. After she had left, you started to pack up the chess board. You had come to live with the fact that in your shared apartment with Benny, chess boards would outnumber anything else.

"You alright?" Benny stretched out on the floor, glancing over your figure.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Come on, Y/n." Benny shot you a hard look. "I've known you forever. I can see when something bugs you. Out with it."

"Are you blind?" You rounded on his suddenly, your odd question confusing the boy.

"What do you mean?"

"Can you see what's in front of your eyes?" you pressed again. "Because I don't think you can. Every time that Beth, a lovely girl, no doubt, but only a new, shiny toy to you, rounds the corner, you're transfixed and I can't understand why."

"Where is this coming from?" Benny exclaimed, feeling bombarded.

"Haven't I been enough?" You ignore him and continued on. "I've tried to be a great friend, but it's hard sometimes. It's especially hard when I've been crushing after you for the past few years and you can't realise that I like you!"

"You like me?" Benny stilled, blinking owlishly at you.

"Of course, you idiot!" You wanted to throw the chess board down but knew that a line you shouldn't cross. "We've had some pretty bad arguments in our lives and any other friends would've separated by now. Why do you think I always come back to you?"

Benny couldn't help but let a laugh escape. "You come back to me?" he clarified, shaking is head. "No, Y/n, I come back to you. God damn it, I like you too. Love you, in fact! Ever since I first set my eyes on you. You, may I remind you, had a school-girl crush on that one boy, Jack. So, I backed off. I've been harbouring feelings for you ever since."

You stared at him. "Pardon?" you asked finally.

"I guess I am blind." Benny flashed you a brilliant smile that made you melt. "Blinded by my love."

#benny watts x reader #benny watts #queens gambit #queens gambit x reader #benny watts imagine #benny watts oneshot #literally wrote this in one sitting #not proofread #thomas brodie sangster #i've missed writing for him

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Yellow Light (When Paths Cross Pt. VI, Javier Peña x Reader)

Pairing: Javier Peña x Afab!Reader (No use of y/n!)

Length: ~3.5k words

Series Summary: Chucho's been like a father figure to you since he helped you out of a sticky situation on your second day in Laredo. What happens when you finally meet his son, the former-DEA agent, who just happens to ignite you in a way that you haven't felt before?

Chapter Summary: Valentine's Day and an (accidental) confession.

Chapter Warnings: good mix of porn and plot in this one again. p in v, pulling out, Javi being a needy demon, spanish nicknames, eating ass (yeah you heard that right), butt stuff, very light dp, javi lacks impulse control. some more brief angst that resolves very quickly.

If you're so inclined, please drop a like and a reply/reblog! I live for your feeback, and it keeps me going and keeps me writing. Did you like it? love it? hate it? I want to hear all of your thoughts!

PREVIOUS PART (V) HERE

You fall into an easy routine for a long while. After another month or two of Sundays at the Peña house, Fridays at yours, days throughout the week where you met for lunch or coffee, you were feeling confident in the place of your relationship.

You never would’ve guessed you might have found someone here, in Laredo, of all places, but you can’t say that you’re unhappy about it, either. Javi brought a vitality to your life that it turns out you had been sorely missing without even knowing it.

You spend time trying all kinds of things together - hiking, horseback riding, rock climbing. All activities he’s mostly a professional at already, but you’re happy to learn, and happy to watch how successful he is as you barely figure out the basics for yourself. You especially enjoy learning how to ride a horse properly - Javi grew up on horses, using them on the ranch to lead the cattle where they needed to go. He shows you all the ropes, makes sure you’re comfortable and safe before he takes you out on your first ride across the property.

You’re starting to really think that this might go somewhere, that this might be it for you. You think he might be the love of your life - not that you’d tell him that, not yet at least. He’d probably think you were crazy and run away. But you couldn’t begin to deny the way he made you feel - the way he swept you off your feet with every word, every look, every gesture. It was hypnotizing, and you were lost to all things Javier Peña.

Maybe you were crazy, to be this infatuated this quickly. Time moves differently when you’re ‘all grown up.’ You’re not willing to waste it on flings and useless courting anymore, not like you used to be. If you were in it, you were going to be in it for the long haul.

On Valentine’s Day, Javi takes you out for dinner to a fancy steakhouse just on the outskirts of the city. It’s not too far from the museum where you work, but you’ve never bothered to try it due to the price tag. He assures you that he’s paying, not to worry about the numbers on the menu, always the chivalrous and generous one when you’re still working on figuring out daily life on a curator’s salary.

He comes to pick you up in a well-fitting blue suit and you wonder briefly if it’s one of the ones he would’ve worn working for the DEA in Colombia. You won’t ask, because he’s made it clear that you’re not going to talk about those times, but your mind will certainly wander, nonetheless. Your mind conjures images of Javi walking into meetings with the president, pulling a gun from his waistband as he takes down a criminal, and it all has your abdomen tightening far more than you’d like to admit.

The waiter seats you at a small two-person table in the back of the restaurant - Javi sits in the corner and you can watch him as he scans the clientele every few minutes. That must be a holdover from Colombia, as well, you think. You order, and Javi picks out a bottle of red wine to share, which the waiter brings out for you right away. He pours you each a glass and Javi holds his up to you, intending to make a toast. You raise your glass and smile at him as he starts to speak.

“To you, muñeca. My perfect girl.”

The heat that rises to your cheeks is intense, eyes training on his chest as you try to take in the praise without making a complete fool of yourself at the same time.

“And to you, too, Javi. I’ve never been happier.” He smiles back at you as you clink your glasses together, each taking a sip. You’re not usually a fan of reds, but this one is smooth - not very acidic, very floral in its undertones. It brings a heat to your belly that’s warm and pleasant, and you’re pleasantly surprised by the flavor of it all.

As usual, you quickly fall into an easy conversation, barely registering the wait before your food comes out, perfectly cooked and seasoned. You eat in relative silence, taking a moment to taste each other’s plates, and you hum, satisfied, as you finish off your dish.

“I’m not sure if I’ve ever had a better meal, Javier.”

“No? Well… I have even more places to take you, then. Better than this one.”

“Is that so?” He nods back with a smirk and thanks the waiter as he comes around to take away your empty plate, ordering a tiramisu for the two of you to share. You’d been raving about how good it looked when it came out for someone seated close to you.

While you wait, Javi reaches into his coat pocket and holds a small box out to you. “Happy Valentine’s day, cariño.” Your eyes light up at the prospect of the gift, a smile erupting on your face as you reach down for your purse, taking out a similar box that’s much larger to hand him.

“Happy Valentine’s day, Javi.” He chuckles, both of you opening your presents at once. When he opens his, he finds a new leather wallet with the initials “JP” stamped into the corner, smiling and thanking you with a squeeze of your hand. You tell him that you noticed his looking pretty raggedy and hoped he liked it. He assured you that he did.

Then, when you open yours, you find a beautiful golden necklace with a simple single crystal dangling from the chain.

“Oh… this is beautiful.” He smiles back at you and stands up, taking the box and moving behind you before he leans down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Can I put it on you, cariño?” You nod, happy that you decided to forego much jewelry this evening, and he clasps the necklace behind your neck, hands squeezing lightly at your shoulders. Staring down at it, you smile as your fingers raise to touch it lightly.

“Javi, it’s gorgeous, thank you.” He smirks back at you as he sits down, reaching across the table for your hand.

“It’s only so pretty because of the woman wearing it.”

There’s that heat again, rising to your cheeks. You’d be embarrassed by it if it were with anyone else, but Javi makes you feel comfortable and loved and understood in ways you’ve never imagined.

You finish up your dessert with another gentle easiness between the two of you and then Javi stands, offering you his arm as you walk out to his relatively beat-up truck. It makes you laugh to see the two of you dressed up and climbing into the old pickup truck, but it’s just so Javi that it could never actually bother you.

He drives you back to the ranch, where you consider heading inside but decide on heading out for a nighttime stroll instead, moving along the property edge, close to the river. You hold his arm in your hands and rest your head on his shoulder as you go, making small talk like you always do. The conversation pivots to Chucho, Javi grumbling about how nitpicky he’s been about the recent renovations to one of the pastures, and you try to step in with the guiding wisdom that Chucho just isn’t used to doing it another way. Change is hard.

Your heeled shoes start to frustrate you in the dirt, so you take them off, carrying them in one hand as you walk barefoot around the ranch.

“Pops would have my head if he knew I let you walk around out here barefoot.” Javi chuckles.

“Well, good thing he isn’t here to yell at us, then. I like it. It feels nice.”

“Or maybe I should just carry you.” Javi stops and smirks, lunging for you and you yelp, trying to jump out of the way. You bolt as quickly as you can, but you’re no match for his long legs and he snatches you up in an instant, throwing you over his shoulder like a fireman.

“Javi! Stop! Put me down!” You’re laughing, but kicking your legs with a seriousness he probably doesn’t pick up, and you pinch his ass once from where you’re hanging. “Seriously, Javi, please put me down?” He drops you unceremoniously onto your feet and places his hands on his hips, looking at you.

“I can walk. Thank you.” You giggle lightly, smoothing out your dress as he shakes his head and reaches for your arm, tugging you along.

“Fine. Let’s move. I have other things I want to do to you tonight.” He winks at you with a smirk and turns toward the house. Your cheeks heat up once more, eyes going wide, but you follow him nonetheless, excited to find out.

The two of you have launched yourselves into the house and into his room in no time, stripping off your clothes haphazardly as you make your way to the shower, eager to scrub off the dirt and grime of your barefooted walk. He, of course, can’t keep himself from you in the shower, and he has your back pressed up against the shower wall, driving his cock in and out of you in no time. He pulls out just in time to cum all over your thigh, forcing you to wash yourself all over again. Then, he’s on his knees, one of your legs hooked over his shoulder, eating you out like his entire life depended on it, hands reaching and groping every which way that he can manage it.

When you finally extricate yourselves from the now-running-cold stream of water, Javi tugs you across the hallway quickly, wrapped up in towels, and suddenly you’re back in his bed with sopping wet hair. Javi is hovering over you, perched like a bird of prey, as you run your hands up and down his torso. He leans down and kisses your collarbone, then nips at it lightly, staring down at the now-wet jewelry hanging softly against your chest.

“I like this necklace. Shows everyone that you’re mine.” You hum at the thought of being his, being Javi’s, and it warms your insides in a way that few things he’s said before have.

“I like the sound of that. Yours.” He chuckles and continues nipping at the skin along your neck, hands finding your breasts as he starts to knead them, thumbs swiping softly across your nipples. You groan, arms falling easily out to your sides as you let him ravage you however he pleases. His lips find purchase everywhere across your body: your belly, your hips, your mound, the insides of your thighs, your knees, your ankles. He kisses everything he can reach, your entire body alight with his affections.

“Javiii… No teasing, please. Need you-” He hums at your feet and quickly flips you over onto your belly before you have the chance to think about it twice. Straddling your legs, he repeats the process, kissing and nipping all the way up your backside, lingering on the swell of your ass between his hands.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, cariño. Mierda.” He kisses between your cheeks, thumbs spreading the flesh apart as he looks down at your holes, spread apart for him so nicely. He dips his head low, pressing his mouth and chin between your cheeks, and licks a broad stripe from the hood of your clit all the way to the puckered flesh of your ass.

You jolt immediately, shocked by the trajectory of his tongue. “Fuck! Javi!” He chuckles and presses a kiss to the inside of your cheek, nipping at it lightly.

“You gonna be a dirty girl for me tonight?” He leans in once more to run his tongue across your tightly puckered hole. Your body jumps and you let out a shaky breath.

“Holy fuck, Javi- what in the hell…” You can feel him smirk against the skin of your ass as he answers.

“We just showered. You gonna let me play with this tight little hole a bit?” You press your ass back into his touch while his hands trail from your hips to your folds, thumb pressing just inside your entrance as he pulls some of your wetness up and over your ass, applying just enough pressure there for you to feel it. You turn your head toward him, hands pressing your torso away from the mattress just enough to give you space to turn.

“You, uh… want to?” He snorts and leans down to press a kiss to the curve of your ass.

“Of course, I want a piece of this perfect ass, muñeca. But only if you do.” You nod, frantically, breath quickening as you think about the possibility of trying this with him - something you haven’t done before, not with anyone else.

“Okay. Yeah, alright.” Settling back down into the mattress, you spread your legs a little wider to accommodate him and he leans down, pressing a kiss to your hole. You groan at the sensation, amazed at how good it feels. His tongue darts out, working around the rim in tight circles for a while, before he starts to just dip inside, the tip of his tongue working past the tight ring of muscle.

“Fuck! Oh fuck-” You’re so shocked by the sensation you can feel your body clench and pull away slightly. He holds onto you tightly, keeping you in place so that you can’t move an inch, arms locked around your thighs. His face is buried between your cheeks, tongue darting in and out of your hole now, and after the shock wears off you realize how fucking amazing it actually feels, and start rolling your hips into it. “Holy shit, Javi, oh fuck.”

He switches tactics, starting to lap at your hole as he extricates his hands from beneath your thighs. “Stay just like this for me, cariño, okay?” You nod into the mattress and push back toward him, desperate for more friction. You can hear the lewd sound of his mouth sucking on something for a moment, then a pop of his lips, and then suddenly you feel a wet finger at your hole, pressing in just slightly. The stretch is different - new, really - but not bad. He presses in slowly until the whole finger is buried and then he moves it.

He freaking moves it.

“Ohhhhh FUCK! Javier!” That’s a new, phenomenal sensation, that you’ve never felt before, and feels nothing like anything else you’ve tried, either. He keeps moving his finger around, pumping it in and out just slightly, and two fingers of his other hand find the slick heat of your cunt, sinking in up to the knuckle, as well. You gasp, back arching away from the mattress as your hips push back into his hands. He chuckles at your enthusiasm, leaning down to bite lightly at your lower back.

“Patience, darlin’.” You groan and continue to rock your hips, riding out the pleasure on his hands even through the way he chastises you. Soon, his fingers are replaced by the tip of his cock and the finger that was in your ass is replaced by his thicker, but just as spit-slick thumb. Pressing in slowly, he hisses as he sheaths himself within you, your legs widening as you lay along the bed. He uses gravity to press deeply into you, his free hand holding tightly to your hip.

You groan heavily, unable to do much else other than lay there and let him use you, but fuck it if it wasn’t one of the best things you’ve ever felt. You let yourself relax into the mattress and focus on the feeling of Javi working his fingers and his cock in and out of you in perfect tandem. He takes his time building up speed until he’s pistoning his hips into you at such a pace that it feels like it knocks the breath out of you with every thrust of his hips. You’re bouncing into the mattress with each one, laid out on it with nowhere to go and his body weight pinning you down so concretely.

It feels wonderful.

Working in combination with his thumb in your ass and his heavy cock splitting you open, the fingers of his opposite hand reach around under your hips to finger small circles around your clit. Added to the way this position lets you grind onto his hand, it builds you up quicker than anything you’ve done with him before, sending you spiraling into an orgasm that feels like it bubbles over in three places all at once.

He works you eagerly through the aftershocks of it all, carrying a steady pace as he chases down his own climax. You can feel his hips stutter, lose their cadence, and then he’s pulling out just in time to splatter his hot cum all over the space where your ass meets your lower back. He grunts, jerking himself through it as you try to catch your breath beneath him, and then you can feel him shifting on the bed, standing up and leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Right back, cariño.” Leaving just long enough to get what he needed, Javi comes back in with a warm washcloth, wiping you down fully and then himself before tossing the rag away, turning off the lights, and climbing into bed next to you. He pulls the sheets up over the two of you and gathers you up in his arms, peppering kisses across your forehead and cheeks before working down to your nose and then your lips. He slows eventually, letting his head loll back into the pillow as he takes a deep breath, exhaling it all out.

You end up settling in under the covers with Javi’s strong arms wrapped around your midsection from behind. This was always the most comfortable position between the two of you, feeling so safe and calm that it lulled you to sleep in an instant. You turn over in his grasp, head coming to rest on his chest as you wrap your arm across his waist. Reaching up, you press a few gentle kisses to his jaw, now covered in a five o’clock shadow.

“Thank you for today, Javi. You made me feel very special.” With a smile against his skin, you settle back against his chest as he squeezes you tightly to his side.

“You are special, muñeca.” Your heart blossoms at the praise and, before you can stop yourself, three little words come tumbling off of your lips.

“I love you.”

Oops.

You said it. You didn’t really intend to, but it slipped out quite easily with the way this whole evening went. And, frankly, it’s the truth. You loved him and loved him hard. You were his and he was yours. You hum happily against his chest, waiting in silence as he runs his fingers across your upper back. He doesn’t answer you for a long while.

“I’m glad you had a good time, cariño.”

It takes a moment for you to register that he has very deliberately not said it back to you. Blinking back the shock of it and lambasting yourself for expecting something out of him that he wasn’t ready to give, it’s all you can do to keep yourself from mentally berating yourself over and over again. A silence grows between you as you lay there, thinking about the distinct dodging of your admission. He didn’t even acknowledge it. Did he just not hear you? Or choose not to hear you? Or is he ignoring you directly and on purpose?

You settle on likely ignoring, and it churns your stomach contents. Rather than pressing the issue, you fall silent and try to lull yourself into a hopefully dreamless sleep. Maybe you misunderstood all of this, after all.

He chuckles next to you and nuzzles his head against yours, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“Shhh. I can hear your brain goin' a thousand miles a minute, baby. It’s okay. I love you, too.”

You let out a long sigh, his words echoing over and over in your head. Nuzzling your way further into him, you take a few deep breaths and close your eyes, taking in the scent of his slightly sweaty - but clean - skin.

"Fuck. Okay. Good. Thought maybe I made a fool of myself or something."

He chuckles and your breathing settles, a sense of calm and contentment wafting over you.

"Not any more than a normal day, muñeca." He squeezes your arm and you laugh nervously, turning and looking up at him for a moment before he shifts, leaning over you to press a slow kiss to your lips.

"I'll take that, then," you respond. He smiles down at you and you lean in this time, kissing him again.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Maybe this was it for you. Maybe Javi was the one, after all.

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a/n: Whoops! Happy early Valentine's Day!!! I know this was probably corny asf but it's valntine's day soon. They deserve it.

There are some big feels coming up in the next two chapters (which are already written!!) so this is your fair warning. I am thinking maybe another 4 chapters in total left for these two, but who knows where it'll lead us! Let me know what you think! Your interactions and comments and criticisms and all of it are so appreciated!

xoxoxo

NEXT PART IS HERE (VII)

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thetaoofzoe · 2 months

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‘It Was Fun to Be Wanted by Someone Like Elvis Presley’: An Interview With Darlene Love

The gifted singer reflects on Elvis’s collaborative presence and his relationship to gospel music

by MICHAEL MUSTO August 7, 2018

The swaggering real-life Jeff Koons statue named Elvis Presley is hot again. Eugene Jarecki’s June-released documentary The King involves a road trip taken in Elvis’s old Rolls to survey his impact on the culture and determine that the American dream the singer represented is officially dead. (But oh, when it lasted!) Even darker is the film’s exploration of Presley’s appropriation of African-American culture, covering songs like “Hound Dog” — originally a non-hit for the brilliant Big Mama Thornton — and making them rock and sell. For singers like Thornton, the American dream never existed.

Enter powerhouse singer Darlene Love, who is represented on another new project, Where No One Stands Alone, a fourteen-track compilation of Elvis’s gospel work due out August 10 on RCA/Legacy. The L.A.-born minister’s daughter started singing in the church choir at ten, on the road to being scooped up by producer Phil Spector to belt hits like “He’s a Rebel,” “Today I Met The Boy I’m Gonna Marry,” and “Christmas (Baby,Please Come Home).” The lead voice of such groups as the Blossoms and Bob B. Soxx & the Blue Jeans, Love ended up working as a maid in the Eighties, but when she heard one of her old hits on the radio while she was scrubbing, it inspired her to get back into performing full-time. Her appearance in the Oscar-winning 2013 documentary 20 Feet From Stardom was memorable, especially when it addressed the way Spector promised her a solo career, but gave other singers credit for her work.

I recently talked to Darlene about her backup singing for Elvis, and how she feels about the King’s relationship to the music he both co-opted and celebrated.

Hi, Darlene. What is some of the gospel work you did with Elvis?

There is “Let Us Pray,” the one from the movie we did with Elvis, Change of Habit. That was his last film.

It was in 1969, with Elvis as a doctor and Mary Tyler Moore as a nun.

We, the Blossoms, are in the first scene. And we were in his 1968 comeback special [Singer Presents … ELVIS].

His new gospel compilation album should be quite interesting.

They [recently] had me do some fill-ins, what we call ad libs, throughout the album to make it sound more gospel. I haven’t heard it yet. Hopefully it’s a wonderful thing.

Elvis went to church and listened to gospel singers to soak up what they did, right?

Even today, it’s more mixed than it was in the Fifties and Sixties. Whites and blacks didn’t go to church together back then. What Elvis told me he would do — we had night service on Sunday night when we did what we called “praise songs.” A lot of them were songs he loved, what we called “hymn songs.”

We didn’t have air conditioners. We had pushup windows, with a little rope. Elvis said he would stand outside the church rather than going in, because they didn’t think black and white should be in the same churches together. He said he would listen through the windows. It gave him such a thrill. It’s a big difference between the way blacks sang gospel and the way whites sang gospel.

Do you feel he was dedicated to the music or he was just taking it for himself?

I found out years later, when we were doing the comeback special, that his mother’s favorite music was gospel. He would always sing gospel around her. I think if he could have had a big career in gospel music, that’s where he would have been. But you can always make more money off secular hits. Elvis had 10 or 15,000 people come to his shows to see him. Today, they have mega churches that hold 25,000, but back then, you were doing great if you had 500 people.

I bet they have air conditioning now.

Oh, lord, yes. [Laughs] I lived in Texas for five years as a young kid with my father, and it was so hot we couldn’t even breathe. There was no air conditioning in church or the house. What a difference it makes to have a cool ensemble. You still sweat because of the energy, but back then, we were soaking wet, when we sang in church.

I love gospel music. If I had a calling — meaning from the Lord — just to sing gospel, I would have, but the secular music got to more people. I bet a lot of secular singers like Sam Cooke and Aretha Franklin felt the same way. They never paid us no money. “Do it unto the Lord.” “OK.” [Laughs] We would drive to the gigs and they’d give you an offering — gas money. They were hardly giving us a whole lot of money. But it was worth it, every penny of it. It was a wonderful experience singing gospel.

But was Elvis appropriating the music, or that’s just the way it was?

That’s just the way it was. A lot of people think a white person is copying the black person. He just loved the music and he was singing it the way he felt. He sang “Hound Dog” completely different than Mama Thornton. [Elvis’s version was rock, whereas Thornton’s was blues.] Even today, they take secular music and put it in gospel, and vice versa. You know, Elvis won three Grammys, and they were all for gospel records.

What were your experiences like with Elvis?

One time, Elvis decided we’d all go to the movies. He bought this theater out that night.

What did you watch — Change of Habit?

Don’t even ask me. I don’t remember. [Laughs] We had a lot of free time when we were recording and when we were making the movie. That’s when the Blossoms and myself got a chance to know the gospel side of Elvis. He’d want to know the songs we knew. He’d get his guitar and say, “You know this song?” “Yes, we grew up on it.” He’d say, “Let’s do it.”

Was he funny or serious?

He was funny and he was serious sometimes. If he didn’t think he was doing great, he’d say, “Hey, girls, how’m I doing?” He was very, very funny. I call it that “country funny.” He would do his moves in the studio the way he was gonna do them onstage. It made it easy to be around him, but sometimes it was not easy because his bodyguards were keeping people from him. He wanted to be with the Blossoms, where he could pull out his guitar. We’d say, “We think you’d better go. You’re gonna get us in trouble.” We’d never forget, because he’d be giving us his personal time.

You’d just be hanging out and singing?

Yes! Whatever song he knew — “Amazing Grace” or “River of Jordan” or “Heaven Is a Wonderful Place” or “Sweet Hour of Prayer.” We called them hymns of the church. There was another one called “Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior.” The Blossoms were known for their harmony. We’d harmonize with him. There’s something we had with Elvis that others didn’t have. It was fun to be wanted by someone like Elvis Presley.

He had tremendous respect for you.

Yes, he did. That was great. I always say he left us way too soon. He is where I plan to go one day, so I’ll see him again.

You were all rather young and great-looking. Was there any sexual tension in the air?

There was. It could have been. But I was too scared to do anything.

You fool! [Laughs] Kidding. You wanted to keep it professional.

And I definitely did. Something about dating someone you’re working for, it takes away from that. “I know he’s never gonna look at me the same after this.” [Laughs] He’d start playing with me. He’d tap you on the shoulder or do a hip shake, and me and Elvis knew what that meant.

Flirting?

Yeah, I think so, and I think it showed his human side. I wasn’t bad-looking — and I was thin, too. [Laughs] He wanted to take out time and be around us. The reason we sang on his ’68 comeback special is he was the one that insisted that the Blossoms sing in the music section of the show.

So Elvis treated you better than Phil Spector did?

Oh my God, I’d say so.

That’s an easy one.

That’s a real easy one. Phil took advantage of me and my talent. With Elvis, he wanted us to work, and we got paid well. It wasn’t like Phil Spector cracking the whip and us running around!

#elvis presley #darlene love #black women

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youngstarfishphilosopher · 3 months

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BUNNY . . . BUNNY . . . BUNNY . . .

(PLATONIC) GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X CHILD READER.

" Oh, you little bunny, I love you so. Stay with me .Oh, please don't go."

Summary: After being chosen to perform in one of your neighbors, Mr.Tetch's, performances. You find yourself in a new and unfamiliar place. That is, untill you see the face of your neighbor sitting across from you . . .

AN: Reader is on the younger side in this story (about 8-12)

Warning ⚠️: DARK FIC, Yandere Behavior, Kidnapping, Hynotizing, Child endangerment, Delusional behavior, Obsessive behavior, Stalking, Creepy Jervis Tetch, Injuries, Drugging

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Blinking your eyes open, you slowly lifted your head up as the ticking noise in your little ears began to slowly fade away. Your face was hot and sweaty. A feeling of panic washing over you as you find that there was something on your face.

A mask of sorts.

Trying to lift your hands and remov it, you only let out a shocked little cry of pain as you felt your wrists rub against the rough rope which ties each of your arms down tightly into the chair. Looking down, you could see the red marks slightly from underneath the rope.

Where were you? Where were your mom and dad?

" Well, well" Looking up while in an even more panicked state, you saw through the peephole of your mask, a very familiar man across from you. Looking at you with a dark, malicious fondness: A smile on his lips.

Of course.

You remembered now.

You and your family had gone to a small dinner show in your neighborhood where the would be some performances being done. One of those performances being done by your neighbor: Mr.Tetch.

Mr.Tetch was a rather nice man around the neighborhood and you would often see him a lot due to how small the area you lived in was. Alway a gentleman like and fancy.

He would come talk with your parents sometimes outside of the house, giving you a little smile and wave while you nervously gave one in return, clinging to your mother's leg.

It's not like you didn't like Mr.Tetch. You were just shy, that's all.

He even once sent you and your family a few homemade sweets after finding out you had caught a rather nasty cold. Always being warm and welcoming to you and your family, and even soon turning into a good family friend.

That was probably the reason why when you were picked out from the crowd, you felt as though you could trust him. Trust him as he held his silver pocket-watch in front of your face: Swinging it back and forth. Watching as you slipped out of conciousness and into a willing husk. The ticking noise echoing throughout your ears.

Oh how foolish you were.

" My dear little bunny is finally awake." He puts down the teacup he was holding in his hands back onto the decorative table filled with other teas and sweets made to your very liking.

" Mr . . . M-mr Tetch?" You ask. Hoping Wondering if maybe the mask was just giving you bad eyesight.

Mr.Tetch stood up from his seat. Slowly walking towards you as he spoke.

" Im Sorry, my dear. I now it us all sudden but . . . Oh, I just really couldn't help myself. Don't you see. Such a perfect opportunity: to take you a way and keep you all for me."

Jervis had grown obsessed with you. Completly delusional. But nobody had been able to see it under all his kind words and charm. He didn't really know what it was at first. But for some odd, dare he say mad reason, he grew this dark wish to have you all for himself.

This fatherly urge to care for you . . to spoil you. . . to raise you as his own. It had all become too much for him to take. And the show had been the perfect opportunity.

He had followed you and your family around for a while. And thank goodness you all lived in a smaller part of Gotham because nobody ever suspected a thing when he would show up seemingly at random.

As he continued walking towards you, you pressed your eyes together tightly, hoping that it all was just a bad dream. Two little tears trickled down your eyes because of the burning pain in your wrists.

You let a small wimper as you heard him kneel down in front of you. Gently unclasping the mask from the back of your your head, and pulling it away from your sweaty face.

You let two more teardrops roll down your cheeks as you slowly squinted your eyes back open. Looking down at the man who had done this to you. You can very clearly now see that it was, in fact, Mr.Tetch.

You were wearing a fancy yet comfortable outfit that reminded you of the white rabbit. The one from "Alice in Wonderland" that you liked to watch on rainy days in Gotham.But you didn't care right now. Your mind only focused on how much pain you were in as you watched Mr.Tetch cup your face and wipe your tears with his thumbs.

" I . . . " You tried to say. Jervis gave you a puzzled look. Now grasping the physical pain and discomfort in your face.

" Bunny? " He asked. His smile faltering a bit. " What is it? "What's wrong?"

" I-it. " You finally manage to choke out. Now on the verge of sobbing. " I-it hurts!"

Now Jervis was panicking. " What?" He asked frantically. " What hurt, wha-"

Then he saw them. Your little red wrists from underneath the rope. An expression of rage starting to form on his face: his smile now fading away, fully.

" THOSE ABSOLUTE-"

Of course! Of course those dense, stupid fools had not been careful with you. Oh . . . they were going to be in for it!

Jervis then took a deep breath.

He needed to calm himself down and focus on taking care of you. You were sobbing now. " I-I want my mama!" You cried," I. . . I want my p-papa!"

Jervis just began to shush you. Cooing at you with sweet words. " Don't worry, bunny. Papa's here. Papa's right here."

Quickly, he worked to get the rope off of you. Trying his best not to put you in any more pain during the process. He could see your wrists now, fully in view: red, raw, and bleeding a bit.

" Oh bunny . . . " He cooed pitifully. Your head hung low, and you began to calm yourself down. The relief of freedom from the ropes was helping a lot. " I'm so so sorry."

You flinched and squirmed as you felt him wrap around your torso. Picking you up as he now sat with you in the seat to the right of where you were just sitting.

As you sat there in his lap, you hat the urge to kick and scream. To fight him off. But your tired, anxious, and hurt body wouldn't let you. So you just slumped into his chest. Winching as he gently kissed your sore, little wrists. " I'm so sorry, bunny. It's ok now, I'm here. Im here."

You don't know why you were feeling so comforted by his words. Maybe it was the sound of his voice, your lightheadedness from crying, or both. But it was working, and Jervis knew it.

Looking at one of the deserts, Jervised used his free hand to pull it forward while his other arm remained gently wrapped around you.

" Here" He says, raising a piece of it to your lips. " Will this maybe make it a bit better?"

You look down at the treat for a moment, then look back at Mr.Tetch. You defiantly didn't trust whatever he was trying to give you.

" Not hungry." You lie. In all actuality, you were starving.

" We both know that's a lie, my dear." He replies, a bit of smugness lacing his tone. " You haven't eaten anything in the past seven hours."

" Now, please eat it." He raises the sweet closer to your lips. And you just decided to give in. Hesitantly eating eat. Meanwhile, Jervis seemed pretty satisfied.

He let out a small hum as he watched you struggle to stay awake. Your eyes slowly closing before you snapped them back open: the method becoming less and less effective.

"Bunny, bunny, bunny, you're so funny with your twitching nose." He began to sing softly. " Bunny, bunny, bunny, you're so funny from your head. . . "

You couldn't hear what he was saying anymore. His words were all ruffling together as you slipped out of consciousness. Falling asleep in his loving, twisted embrace.

#gotham jervis #jervis tetch x reader #gotham jervis x reader #jervis tetch #platonic reader #yandere x reader #yandere batman villains #child reader #Jervis Tetch x child reader #platonic yandere batman villians #yandere dc villains x reader

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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 1 year

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Daddy!January- Day 2

Brat-Taming with Daddy! Bang Chan

Content Includes: Hard!Dom Bang Chan x sub!fem reader, degradation, ‘use of sl*t and wh*re’, praise, ice-play, jealous Bang Chan, temperature play, nipple place, impact play, smacking with hands, kissing, begging (duh, it’s fucking Bang Chan), shibari! Reader is tied up with a rope, use of female anatomy, oral (f receiving), alcohol play (idk what the proper word for this is),aftercare.

Word Count: 1,285

‘You’ve been wanting my attention the entire night babygirl, well now you have it’.

The silky rope entwined around your wrists and ankles had you perfectly spread out for Chan’s liking, the wide-eyed and tense gaze staring back at him added to the tightening of his briefs.

Pliant and malleable is how he adored you the most.

And he loved to tame the fucking audacity out of his bratty girl.

He approached you slowly, his heeled boots clacking on the floor and emphasising his presence as your body instinctively went to cover yourself up, unsuccessfully of course.

A soft hand was gently placed on the middle of your bare chest, Chan heaving out quite the dramatic sigh as he slowly wandered his hand down your naval.

And I mean slowly, one finger after another.

‘I was going to ignore your behaviour at dinner tonight, ignore the ‘fuck me’ eyes and those slutty heels rubbing against me’ His tone was neutral with an edge, like he was holding back.

His hand bypassed your pubic area and started to slide down your left thigh, smirking slightly as he heard you hum in frustration.

‘I was going to be so sweet to you tonight as well, make love to you, tell you how much you mean to me.’

His hand stopped at your right thigh, his gaze trailed up to yours, the predatory glance adding to the growing burn in-between your thighs.

‘Ahh!’ Your body jolted as Chan gripped the flesh of your thigh, not enough to bruise but enough to leave prints.

‘But then you just had to ruin it didn’t you?’ He mocked you, taking a deep breath and gently massaging the area.

‘SMACK!’

The room filled the air with a harsh sound as he smacked your thigh, feeling the flesh ripple under his hand and your face squirm at the pain.

‘I come out to find my baby all giggling and flirting with the waiter?’ His voice became more gruff, his shoulders more broad.

‘SMACK!’

‘In front of me, your fucking MAN!’

‘SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!’

‘I’m sorry! I was just being nice!!’

Chan could see the honesty in your eyes but he had already gone this far and he was enjoying himself too much.

His hand trailed lightly up over your naval, his eyes following the pattern of his fingers and his tone neutral.

‘Well, I guess if you were being nice, then maybe I should show you how much of a slut Daddy’s girl really is’.

His hand lightly clasped your left thigh, you choked on your saliva as Chan’s mouth turned upwards into a smirk, his harsh demeanour back in the room.

‘SMACK!’

‘Are you Daddy’s little slut?’ Chan questioned you, his fingers gently probing over the reddening area.

The smack had surprised you slightly and didn’t hear the question, the sting throbbing throughout your thigh.

‘What?’

‘SMACK!’

‘I said!’

‘SMACK!’

‘Are you Daddy’s little slut!’ His voice was raised, his cheeks flushed red with desire and anger.

‘Yes, I’m Daddy’s little slut!’ You whined out, your ankles twisting against the rope holding you against the bed.

‘SMACK! SMACK!’

‘Good, guess I need to remind you again’.

A few soft kisses were praised against your thigh soothingly, the gentle touch caused your skin to prickle and nipples to harden.

‘I’ll be back, I need a few things for your punishment’.

The seconds increased the agitation of you plastered to the bed, ropes exposing you and your pride thrown on the fucking floor.

This felt like a punishment in itself, to have to fucking wait for him.

You’re sure he was doing it deliberately, teasing the absence while you were squirming and huffing in the empty room.

A sigh of relief left your mouth as you heard the door open to see Chan come in, bare chested and bare feet, only clothed in his black formal trousers.

He was holding two small glasses, one filled with a small amount of spirits and the other filled with ice, the sounds of the ice clinking being amplified in the room as he set them down on the bed-side table.

‘Seeing you talk to that waiter, that hurt me babygirl’ He grabbed an ice-cube from the glass and held it in his fingertips.

‘Now let’s see how much ice you can handle after that burn’.

He placed the ice cube directly on your chest, watching the ice bead around your skin.

‘Now, here are Daddy’s rules’.

He tilted your chin up with his finger so you were staring at him, his presence calm but his tone hinting for you to heed his words.

‘You may squirm and moan but no speaking, you haven’t earned the right to speak yet. If you can make it…let’s say two ice cubes? Then Daddy may you let cum. Do you understand?’

The enthusiastic response was not enough for him.

‘Words, baby’.

‘Yes, Daddy! I’ll be a good girl, I’ll promise!’ You cried out, a roll of water dripping down the side of your ribs.

Chan softly smiled at you and the softness of his lips against your forehead sent a warmth through your body.

‘That’s right, I know you’re Daddy’s good girl’.

The next 30-40- 60 minutes…who fucking knows? Time was a blur to you as all you could think about was the freezing ice against your burning skin, Chan’s nimble fingers had ran through the ice over your nipples, down your naval and over your reddened thighs, your pants and grunts were resounding through the room as Chan dripped the ice all over your sensitive thighs.

You’re sure you almost lost it when Chan settled a second melting ice cube on top of your public bone, feeling the cube melt against your mound before the water trickled down across your clit and folds.

It was enough to burn but enough to quell the pressure.

And you were close to fucking exploding.

‘Please!’ You cried out, your brow furrowed in frustration and your wrists started to hurt slightly from the rope.

‘Please Daddy, just make me cum! I need it, I need you!’ The whine and struggle in your voice and chest was real, your bottom lip all red and pouty from where you had been biting it.

Chan’s widened eyes and the shaky breath let you know you were about to get what you wanted, his face akin to a hunter having caught his prey.

‘Aww, Daddy can never tire of hearing his babygirl beg for him’. He leaned down, kissing you slowly but passionately, his lips moulding to yours.

‘One more thing’ Chan sat near you on the bed, reaching over to grab the glass of whiskey, staring at your gorgeous figure as he sipped on the whiskey lightly.

‘Open for me’ His fingers gently pried down your chin, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

He drank the final sip of whiskey, holding it in his mouth as he leaned over and kissed you, filling your mouth with the spirit to which you drank greedily, sighing as Chan’s fingers wiped your mouth clean with his thumb.

‘You did good baby, so beautiful for Daddy’. He reassured, moving down to gently undo the rope on your ankles, giving them a soft massage before undoing your wrists.

‘Let me clean you baby, make you all nice and warm’.

Your mind slipped into a soft haze as you felt Chan wipe the excess water away and dry you with a towel, you thought he was going to help you into the shower until you felt Chan’s lips press against your thighs, hands slightly nudging them open and his breath hot against your aching clit.

‘Relax for me baby and let Daddy eat’.

Everyone knows that degradation is not something I tend to write about because it’s not something I enjoy personally but the person who requested this loves the kink and so because she’s a beautiful moot of mine, I wrote it in for her.

I don’t know if it was good or fit the context but thank you @mischiefsmind and I hope you love reading it as much as I loved writing it.

Enjoy!

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loveneversleepss · 11 months

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Jealous

Sub!Dance line! x dom!female reader

(Lee know, hyunjin, Felix)

CONSENT IS ALWAYS GIVEN

Warnings: smut duh, blowjob, unprotected sex, nicknames(princess,love,Angel,kitten), teasing, cursing, use of toys, masturbation, slight angst.

Inspired from Allikat07 from wattpad

A/N~ hey y’all I’m alive 🌚

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You always knew that you would fall for them. How could you not? They are simply the most gorgeous men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. The way their bodies move in sync. Oh, their fit bodies, made with pure muscle. Heavenly voices.

But you never knew that the feelings you’ve felt would be returned. How they burn with desire to be able to have their hands on you. Every time they look at you, they feel as if they found heaven. Although they are in heaven when your wrapped around their cock, sinking down onto them. That’s when they are most grateful. Grateful to have you. Worshipping you as their goddess.

But how your anger is buried inside you when you’re forced to watch your lovely boys touch another women. Of course, it was inevitable. They are professional dancers, but the fact you have to watch them do fluid movements with other women. See how the women’s eyes sparkle with delight as they place their hands on their body. How was this ever allowed? It’s too sexy.

“So.. what’d you think?” Hyunjin’s voice echos throughout the room. The boys huffing out softly in unison. They immediately made their way over to you. Waiting for your praise. Their sweat dripping off their bodies, a look you’re familiar with. Obviously they know that the dance is sexual, not to your liking.

You hid your emotions behind a fake smile. You nodded your head in content, “it’s good. Perfect for the next comeback.” They all smiled big at your compliment. You feel weird, you watched as the women walk to their bags to get their waters. Laughing loudly and glancing over to you. They know what they’re doing. They’re doing it on purpose, showing off that they’re allowed to touch and grind on each other.

“It sucks you can’t dance with us.” Felix glances over his shoulder to where you were looking. Noticing yours and the dancers glares at each other. Quickly Lee know and hyunjin catch on. Their attention turn to you. “I would much rather have you than those wanna be idols.” Lee know leans down, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. Smirking slightly as his hand lingers down your face to your chin. You catch his eyes glance down to your cleavage and back up.

“You guys wanna come to my house after you’re done?” You speak up clearly, to have the girls be able to hear you. The boys exchange a quick look to each other and smile. They obviously know what is going to happen, this isn’t a casual hangout. Your tone and the spark in your eyes shows them exactly what’s happening tonight. “Of course,” hyunjin smirks and sits next to you. “What did you have in mind?” You feel Hyunjin’s hand lightly graze your back softly, taking everything in you not to shutter at his touch. He knows that you love when he touches you, his long and delicate fingers always make you squirm..

You had just finished getting dressed when you heard a knock at the door. Immediately knowing that they had arrived. Finally. Time to get your revenge. Everything was neatly set up. The three cushioned chairs. The ropes and toys laid out to where you could grab them at any time. All around was candles nicely lit to set the mood. Everything looked perfect in your bedroom.

You had dressed up nicely in a white lace one piece, perfectly fitting on your body. An exposed neckline and high waisted was always the way to go. You pulled up your white thigh-high socks to make sure they won’t slip down anymore. You slipped on a furry robe to hide your outfit at first. To be revealed later..

You head over to the door, taking one last look at the mirror in the hallway. You realize how fast your heart is beating. ‘Okay, calm down. It’s not like you haven’t done this before.’ You think as you shake off your nerves. You smooth your robe down and reach for the door handle. It opens with a click and reveals the boys all dressed in similar colors. The boys look you up and down in surprise, seeing you dressed up for them. You open the door wide to let them in. You watch their eyes stare at you the whole time and you stop in your tracks. You lean up closer to lee know, who entered inside first.

“Done staring?” You whisper seductively, into his ear. Blowing softly on him as you know his ears are his soft spot. You quickly pull away and interlock your hands with Felix. “I have a surprise,” you lead Felix with you as hyunjin and Lee know follow closely behind.

The door opens with a slight creak, you stand aside as you watch closely to the boys reaction. They enter inside and notice the chairs. You shut the door behind you as you command them to sit. Felix didn’t say anything. He obeyed and sat down. Hyunjin had a slight smile on his lips, he traced his rings on his fingers along the chair. Lee know shot a glare at you and scoffed. Lee know wasn’t a fan of being submissive. He was always the hardest to convince. But what you have in store for him, he will definitely be surprised.

You slowly traced your fingers along their backs. Grabbing a robe and tying their hands down to the chair. Controlling their moves completely. You walked over to the front slowly, making eye contact with Felix. You notice him gulp, his Adam’s apple flicking up and down. You sit down in his lap, a slight groan leaving his lips. Your fingers traces his jaw down to inside his shirt. His skin soft, beautiful freckles placed around. You notice the tightness in his pants.

“What’s the matter, lix?” You tease, softly grinding your hips back and forth. Placing warm, wet kisses along his neck. A small whimper escapes his lips. “Can’t take it?” You mumble against his skin, taking a small nibbles along his collarbone. You swiftly unzip his pants and wrap your hand around his cock. His eyes roll to the back of his head. “Go faster,” he mumbles. You smile devilishly and shake your head no. Removing your hand and body off of him. He frowns and glares at you as you stand away from him.

Everyone knows that Felix loves being submissive. But not everyone knows that Hyunjin enjoys it more. He loves when a woman has the confidence to lead him. To make him theirs and claim him. You watched his hungry eyes as you moved. Then hearing a small laugh from leeknow, “done yet?” You smirked and tsked at him. You walked over to your neatly set of toys, selecting a purple cock-ring.

You slowly waved it around, taking small steps closer to him. In a swift motion, you pulled down his pants along with his boxers. His cock sprang up and hit himself lightly. Making a small slap noise. “Seems like you’re enjoying this after all,” you teased him. He rolls his eyes and looks the other direction. “I think we have to fix that attitude of yours.” You place the cock ring around him. Using the control and setting it to a low frequency. His mouth dropped slightly open at the sensation. His wrists attempting to free himself from the rope.

You moved your attention over to hyunjin who has been patiently waiting. “Aww my Jinnie has been waiting patiently, like a good boy.” You leaned over, exposing your breasts. His eyes stayed staring into yours, dark with lust. “You want a reward?” His head softly nods as he bouts his bottom lip a bit. You gladly free him of his pants and underwear. Out of everyone, hyunjin was the biggest. He knows it too, even though he never brags.

You make your way onto Hyunjin’s lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, Hyunjin chases after your lips. You let it slide and indulge him into the kiss. His lips soft and cushiony on yours. Warm. His tongue slowly slips into your mouth, going soft and passionately. Out of the corner of your eye you notice how Leeknow is struggling. He’s clenching his jaw and staring at you two. His hips buck up every now and then. You decide to pull away from Hyunjin and turn off the frequency. Making leeknow groan.

You continue back to Hyunjin, you lift yourself above him. Positioning yourself then sinking down onto him. He fills you up perfectly. Your fingernails sink into his back. His mouth dropped as a loud moan left his lips. You begin to pace yourself, sinking up and down on him. Whimpers leaving his throat and pleasure becoming so intoxicating. “Please..” hyunjin mumbled shakily, “f-faster.” He managed to get his words out.

You listened as you began to sped up, you glanced over to Felix. Who is biting his lower lip. Watching very intensely. You saw that his cock looked uncomfortably hard. Like it needed release. You pulled off of hyunjin and he whined in objection. You ignored him as you got on your knees in front of Felix. You take him softly in your hand as you kitty lick his tip. Looking up at him through your lashes, you see Felix try to contain himself. Letting a shaky moan slip.

You slowly moved your mouth down and let him hit the back of your throat. Making your eyes water at your gag reflex. You continued on when you get interrupted, “Y/N..” Leeknow calls you, you don’t break away from Felix. You looked at leeknow from the corner of your eye. He looks angry and frustrated. “You’re gonna regret teasing me like this.”

You didn’t care. In this position, he has no say in what you do or what he threats. You know you’re in power. There’s nothing he can do about it. You looked up at Felix, his face had the look of pure bliss. His eyes made contact with yours as you shot a wink at him. You watched as Hyunjin vigorously tries to break free of his restraints. Wiggling to attempt to be free behind his back. You broke away from Felix momentarily. “Be patient,” you demanded towards both Hyunjin and LeeKnow.

To be continued...

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parad-ice-lostandfound · 5 months

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Prompt: “Do you want to put the star on the top of the tree?”

Pairing: Mozus Trein and GN!Reader/Yuu/Prefect (Familial)

Genre: Fluff

TW: NA

AN: I don't really have much to say about Trein lol. Hope you enjoy!

"Oh, come here lil' guy," you hummed, gently scooping Lucius from his place on the bay window seat. The cat let out a disgruntled meow, signalling his dissatisfaction as he looked at you with judgemental eyes. You just smiled at him innocently, cradling him like the furry little baby he was.

"Just gotta... there!" Anna smiled, decorating the bay window with tinsel and fairy lights. Delighted by her own work, she took a moment to take it all in. Turning to you, she said, "Well, that's the last of it done."

"Anna! (Name)! Come help decorate the tree if you're done with the rest of the house!" Ella called out to the two of you, making you gently let down Lucius from his perch in your arms. The feline sauntered off, out the door of the library and into the hallway as the two of you followed.

When Professor Trein found out that you were going to stay alone at Night Raven College for the winter holidays, he extended an invitation to you to spend the holidays with him and his daughters. Mozus Trein had grown fond of you, to the point where he regaled his daughters with stories of your adventures in the academy through the letters they exchanged regularly; Anna and Ella had been worryingly happy to show you the letters, much to their father's embarrassment.

You had grown used to the cosy house that Professor Trein called his home in no time, mixing with his family like you were always meant to be a part of it. Anna and Ella were a delight to be around. The women had taken one look at you and declared you their sibling, spoiling you and Grim both throughout your stay.

Ella was the older, calmer pillar to the absolute bouncing-off-the-walls energy that Anna brought. Both women loved and respected their father immensely, refusing to let him do anything they deemed too strenuous while they were there (which was most things).

It was endearing to see the way both of them would intently watch their father whenever he moved through the house, eyes narrowing when they saw him trying to lift something, no matter how light. Ella's gentle taking of the object from his hands would be coupled with Anna's playful scolding, after which you'd be roped in to monitor the elderly man who'd be placed into a 'timeout' on the couch.

These 'timeouts' would lead to the two of you sitting peacefully on the couch, your respective feline companions dozing off or resting on your laps as Professor Trein regaled you with stories from his past, of trips to faraway places and beloved friends. You grew close with the Professor, soaking up his retelling of stories with such eagerness that for a moment Mozus Trein was reminded of days when he'd read stories to two young girls before tucking them into bed.

If he hadn't thought of you as family before, he did now.

Once you reached the living room, you paused to admire the Christmas tree that was being decorated by an enthusiastic Grim and a slightly exasperated but fond Professor Trein. Anna immediately bee-lined to the two with the aim of helping them, while nudging you to go and help Ella, who seemed to be dusting some pictures kept on the marble mantelpiece. You obliged with her wordless request, making your way to the older woman.

You spied her holding a photo with gentle hands as you came to a stop next to her. It was a photo of a younger Professor Trein and a woman. The woman held a baby in her arms, carefully lowering them so a young girl could look at the baby with curious eyes. You recognized the young girl as Ella, so the baby must have been Anna. And that would mean...

"This is my mother," Ella spoke, her voice softer than usual. "I think this is the last photo we have of all of us together. All other photos of Mother before she left us only have we three girls," she glanced at you, a soft smile on her lips. "Father isn't one for being in pictures himself you see, though he likes to take them," she explained, fingertips gently grazing the cleaned glass.

"... She was really pretty," you said, looking at the woman in the photograph. She really was. Her long and luxurious hair was the same shade as Ella's, and her eyes the same colour as Anna's. The way she looked at her two young daughters interacting with each other was kind and motherly. The younger version of Professor Trein in the picture seemed unaware that a picture was being taken, his attention fully focused on his three girls as he stood close to his late wife.

It was a beautiful picture of a perfect family.

"That she was," Ella hummed in agreement as she placed the picture back on the mantelpiece. "Father used to tell us that Mother was the daughter of a wealthy merchant. That, along with her beautiful face and agreeable nature, ensured that she had plenty of suitors back in the day," she smiled, then continued, "though he refuses to tell us how he managed to woo her. Anna believes that he serenaded her one night under the stars, and she fell for him. And that he's just too embarrassed to tell us that."

You laughed as a vision of a young Professor Trein, singing his love and admiration to his wife danced in front of your eyes, and Ella chuckled along. "Ridiculous, isn't it?"

"What is ridiculous?" Professor Trein asked from behind you, and your laughter increased. Ella looked at you in amusement, a hand on your shoulder to stabilise your laughing form as she gave her father an innocent smile, "Nothing father. Have you finished decorating the tree?"

Professor Trein looked behind him, where Grim and Anna were arguing about Grim wanting to eat the popcorn used to decorate the tree and sighed. He looked back at the two of you.

"Only the star remains. (Name), would you like to put the star on the tree?"

You look at Professor Trein with a slight surprise on your face. "Me?"

Professor Trein raises an eyebrow at you, the faintest hint of concern on his face, "Why, does the thought not please you? If so, then Anna or Ella could place the star; no need to fret."

You shook your head, "No! No, there's no problem. Uh... It's just that, back in my world... putting the star on the tree was kind of a big deal? It wasn't anything symbolic just... I remember fighting with my cousins to be the one to place it," you chuckled, trying to ignore the way your heart squeezed at the reminder that you didn't belong to this world. Your loved ones were not miles away, they were in an entirely different universe; who knew if you would ever see them again?

Professor Trein's eyes softened, and he placed a fatherly hand on your shoulder. "(Name). I would be happy if it were you placing the star on the tree," he said, giving you a smile you had only ever seen him give his daughters. A lump seemed to grow in your throat at the care and fondness in his gaze.

"Besides, if you require someone to fight with you for the position of honour, I'm sure Grim and Anna both would be more than willing opponents," he remarked, a side glance to the two who were still arguing about the popcorn.

You gave him a grateful smile, feeling the tell-tale burning in your eyes that signalled the coming of tears. Blinking them away, you said, "Thank you Professor Trein."

"You're welcome, kid."

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miss girl, i’m back 🦦 since the demand on noah being a pleasure dom is high and i am, in fact, delulu ✨ and i do believe we share one brain cell, you and i.

loved your thoughts on the topic, i’d like to add a few more things, if i may.

man loves edging. there, i said it. he will edge the shit out of you. you wanna cum? just after 20 minutes of teasing? nah-ah. you will be edged an hour before the show and he will go up on that stage knowing that he’s made that pussy throb and he will give out signs throughout the whole show. he’ll tease the hell out of you from that stage. growling and looking down at the cameras like he’s satan reincarnated himself. he will bask in the glory of those red lights knowing damn well that once he gets off that stage he’ll find you crying, beginning, gagging, throwing up in his dressing room. pleading for just one touch before he gets in the shower. man’s a menace and he’s well aware of that. you want two fingers? you get one for being a bratty slut. and for no longer than 30 seconds.

oh yeah, i’m very positive he likes to call you degrading names as well. princess? yes, you will get the princess treatment. baby? yes, he will baby the fuck out of you. but are you also his little needy, greedy whore? yes, you are. does he just LOVE seeing you cry from overstimulation? he thrives in it.

“look up, slut, you don’t get to be shy about this. you brought this upon yourself”

now he may also give you a slap across the face or two, depending on how high he’s feeling after the show. you wanna act up and be a little brat in front of everyone? he’s gonna gently place his hand on the back of your neck and guide you through the crew. firm and steady. not enough pressure to make you cry out, but just enough to hear you gulp and gag on your own saliva. then once you’re all alone he’ll make sure he puts that whiny mouth of yours to good use.

idk how else to explain it but i just know he likes degrading. he likes to be the one to do it. he’ll call you pet names, he might tie you up, he knows his around ropes and cord ties, he’s had to use plenty with all that gear on tour.

also can we talk about the height difference between him and his partner? ugh. doesn’t matter how tall you are, man’s a whooping 6’3. he’s huge. my next fav topic is “manhandling” but i feel like i’ve said too much, so i better stop.

🦦 signing off for now (but i can come back if you want me to 😌)

MISS- GIRL- I-

ANON!

GIRL I AM- MY - MY JAW ITS BEEN SNATCHED

NOw while I agree with you I was in the middle of reading articles for classes and this justb caught me off guard but MAAM I_ I have so much to say but also no words. WHAT! But yes I also agree we do share the same braincell we are the same

you are me and i am you.

LIKE I KNOW whenever he's walking on stage and looks off stage its AT YOU DIRECTLY. I have nothing to add cuz this was *chefs kiss*

#noah sebastian #star’s anons✨#bad omens #i am gobsmacked #🦦 anon

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supernaturallyginger · 8 months

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One Piece Live Action Review

Now that I've had time to watch and digest all the episodes it's time to discuss how I feel about the adaptation. This break down will be full of spoilers, so read at your own risk.

One Piece Live Action is good, actually.

Live action anime adaptations have a tendency to be soulless cash grabs that either don't give a shit about the source material or bank too much on just showing things the fans recognizes in place of an actual story.

OPLA loves the source material. It is clear that this production is a celebration of the manga series. The easter eggs and small nods to the series are not just there to make you point at the screen and say "There's the Thing!" They are apart of the world. Taking a note from Oda's writing to make the world of OPLA fill just as rich as the manga.

However, it is not a one for one recreation of the East Blue saga. How could it be? It would be impossible to take ~100 chapters of story and cram it into an 8 hour tv show season without it being a powerpoint of Luffy's Greatest Hits.

The story had to be changed to fit the medium and the pacing. Overall, I think the pacing is good and the changes made are for the better. But it's not perfect.

Episode 1 (aka mostly Zoro's intro):

Of the entire season, this was the weakest episode in my opinion. It had the most to introduce which is quite a challenge and it does so fairly well, but there are changes made here that I'm just not a fan of and I believe make the story weaker.

Zoro's introduction being changed to his face off with Mr. 7 is fine. It shows us him praying for Kuina, him being sassy to a bad guy, and ultimately him killing Mr. 7. Awesome start!

Unfortunately, we suffer when we cut to Zoro at Shells Town. He's only tied and imprisoned for a day, if that. And that's not even where Luffy first sees him. Instead, Luffy first sees Zoro at a bar starting a fight. Taking away the impact of him seeing Zoro's strong will after being tied up for days.

And it gets worse... Luffy just let's Zoro out, no strings attached and Zoro fetches his own swords. It takes away from the charm of the original scene where Luffy (a little bastard) blackmails Zoro into joining his crew to get his swords back. This change takes away two things: a showcase that Luffy is willing to be a stubborn shit to get what he wants and Zoro's willingness to give up his resolve because Luffy kept his word and brought him his swords.

While we're here, time for a Zoro tangent;

I'm really not a fan of how the character was adapted. This is not Zoro, this is some smug, emotionless samurai. All the beats were there. There were references to him being lost and a few jokey moments, but they are all delivered in the same monotone. Rarely is this Zoro shown to emote. Nor does he ever get to be goofy because YES! Roronoa Zoro can goofy. He's just a teenager in the East Blue saga, and yet OPLA plays him like he's alcoholic Batman.

Episode 2:

Oooh boy, give it up for episode 2! And Buggy, my little meow meow Buggy! I love him <3

As for the episode, the change from having Buggy being some shitty pirate just camped nearby and annoying the village to being a pirate who enslaved the village into being his audience was excellent! It's so fucked up and campy and even more fucked up.

Buggy's desires are for attention and fame. He wants what Shanks has and yet he's still stuck in the East Blue, desperate for a map that he can't get his own greedy hands on.

Buggy was such a stand out character in OPLA. I love Buggy in general and this version is a bit different than the pathetic Buggy we love from the manga, but he is like a evil cartoon villain chewing the scenery! I'm so glad they roped him into the plot to keep him throughout the season.

Episodes 3 & 4:

These are fine. Some people aren't fans of the changes and yeah, I agree taking away a lot of Usopp's agency sucks. It really doesn't feel like this is Usopp's arc, more like that he's just some guy who happens to be there.

But I was never a huge fan of the Syrup Village arc. I felt like it was poorly paced in the anime and the changes made at least kept the story condensed and Kuro's plan seemed more well thought out.

Biggest highlight of these episodes was Usopp! Jacob Romero does an amazing job at bringing the character to screen. He has so much charisma that it's hard not to smile when he's in a scene.

Episodes 5 & 6:

Anyone who knows me, knows I LOVE the Baratie arc! And this adaptation... is fine. Much like how Usopp is an after thought in his arc, Sanji is sidelined here to make room for PLOT.

Changing the Big Bad who threatens Baratie from Don Krieg to Arlong is a great choice. Don Krieg was always a lame, forgettable villain, so having Arlong show up to help push the plot towards the next arc is smart.

Much like Zoro's introduction, I'm not happy with Sanji's either. Specifically with how he meet Luffy. The scene where Sanji is the crew's waiter and has to fight some rowdy pirates is charming. But then Luffy say, "He's a great fighter." and UGGGHHHHHH

Luffy does NOT recruit Sanji for his strength. Nor does he recruit him for his cooking abilities. He recruits him because he is KIND. This is the same gripe I have with the Zoro intro. Luffy sees Zoro fight before recruiting him. When really he's supposed to want Zoro after seeing him tied up and learning that Zoro was captured because he saved a little girl from Helmeppo's dog. While Zoro and Sanji are the two strongest fighters on Luffy's crew, he never recruited them because they could fight.

ANYWAY

Luffy does see Sanji's kindness, only after seeing him fight and trying his food, and the two actors have great chemistry on screen. It's easy to believe that they are becoming fast friends and you can see in Taz Skylar's acting how much Sanji admires Luffy right off the bat. It's cute!

Unfortunately while Sanji is sidelined in his own arc, so two are the reveal of his backstory and the famous All Blue dream talk. His backstory is revealed in a random trauma dump to the crew which is only used to further the Zoro losing to Mihawk story. And the All Blue talk is just dropped randomly and has nothing to do with Sanji learning to pursue his own dreams. That's just done with a short shouting match between him and Zeff. Whatever.

Episodes 7 & 8:

Arlong Park was a good place to end the season. And the adaption of the arc is once again fine. Nami's backstory is rushed and the change to having no one in the town knowing her true intentions is a weird one.

BUT! Something I hadn't mentioned before, the sets are really fun! Arlong Park is a good example of this because it takes the design from the manga/anime and adds its own twist. The twist? Making Arlong Park look like a fairway at an amusement park. Which is a fun (horribly depressing) nod to something fans of the series can pick up on.

Other notable sets are Buggy's circus tent, Kaya's Tim Burton themed mansion, and the Baratie. God the Baratie is an amazing set! The detail of the lighthouse on top is *chefs kiss*

Something else I didn't mention before, is that there is a B plot throughout all 8 episodes following Garp in pursuit of Luffy while training Koby and Helmeppo. It's loosely based on a cover story the manga ran early on and it's fine.

The characterization of Garp is a little odd, as he seems more strict and book smart than his manga counterpart. (I cheered when we saw him finally throw some canon balls!!) But it all lead up to a moment of him meeting Zeff. Two men of the older generation. A former pirate and a marine sitting down over a glass of wine and steaks. And they discuss having to accept the changing world when really the conversation is about accepting their boys moving on follow their dreams. It's a simple scene, but it's one of my favorites.

NOW the Arlong Park battle is good, if not a little short because they have to make time for the Garp stuff. There is one line in particular that really bothers me. There is a moment where Luffy agrees with Arlong and says something like, "Maybe I can't defeat you." and... that's not Luffy.

Arlong Park has one of Luffy's most iconic moments. A moment that defines his character and the entire series.

And I think that's how I feel about the OPLA as a whole.

It's good, but it's not One Piece. Well- it's not the One Piece we already know.

This Luffy is different. OPLA Luffy has a moral compass. He has snappy lines and has maybe even read a book in his life time. He's not the same Luffy from the manga, and that's okay. Inaki Godoy is a joy to watch on screen and his version of Luffy is just as wonderful in his own way.

One Piece Live Action is witty and very charming. Filled with great action scenes, lively sets & costumes, and actors who are giving it their all in every scene.

Despite some changes I disagree with, this was an amazing adaption that is a celebration of the fans and an introduction to the wacky world of One Piece to new viewers.

#one piece #opla #opla spoilers #one piece live action #my writing

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