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moonstruckme · 6 months

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Hi! I'd copy-and-pasted this request into my doc to write it, but now I can't find it in my inbox! I don't think it was anonymous, so if this is your request and it somehow got deleted, I'm very sorry! Thank you for requesting, apologies for the wait, and hope you like it <3

hi love!!! Congratulations on 1,000 followers!!! I absolutely adore your writing and if your requests are open I’d love it if you could right something about poly marauders with a reader who’s non-binary or gender fluid. Maybe they just got together and the reader hasn’t came out to them yet or something. Idk you get all the writing freedom, of course if you don’t want to write it’s totally fine!!! Thanks anyway 🫶💗🫶💗 xoxo

cw: marauders unknowingly misrepresent reader's pronouns+gender

poly!marauders x nb!reader ♡ 1.1k words

“Sirius, no.” Remus rubs at his temples. “I will not mar you with a tattoo gun you bought from some bloke on the street.”

“Oh, don’t be such a wuss,” Sirius complains, sitting spread out on his bed. “It'll be fun, you can all do it!”

“I’m on board,” James says from his own bed. He’s levitating his shoes about the room idly. “Hey Pads, can we draw anything we want?”

Sirius ponders this for a moment. “If you do a dick, it has to be small, and I’m putting an arrow with your name next to it.”

James’ smile fades, and he lets the shoes drop. “You’re no fun.”

“I don’t know,” you say to Remus, looking up at him from your chosen spot on the floor of their dorm. “It’s his body, I say let him cover it in shitty tattoos if that’s what he wants.”

“Yes!” Sirius hops down from his bed to throw an arm around your shoulders, planting a kiss on your cheek. “That’s what I’m talking about, that’s my girl!”

You’d begun to glow at his over-the-top praise, but you dim at the last bit. Sirius must feel it; he looks over at you quizzically as Remus says for the fifth time, “That’s fine, but I won’t have anything to do with it.”

“Well, it’ll…” Sirius’ eyebrows furrow as he continues to watch you. You try to bury your discontent where he can’t see it, but once he catches a whiff of melancholy he becomes a dog with a bone. The levity slowly leeches from his voice. “It’ll be more fun if you all do it…Sorry, sweetheart, is everything alright?”

You don’t want the attention, but you can’t bring yourself to lie. “I didn’t mean to distract you,” you say softly, shoulders hunching forward. “Keep going.”

“No, that’s alright.” His slender fingers squeeze at your shoulder like he can tell you need the comfort. “It’s not actually important. What’s on your mind?”

You want to tell him. You want to tell all of them, you have for weeks, but is there ever a right time? When the boys had first asked you out, it felt too abrupt to say anything, like you were making a big deal out of nothing because they didn’t even know you all that well. But now you’ve turned serious faster than you could’ve seen coming, and they feel like they do know you that well. And the longer you go without telling them, the more like you feel like you’re keeping some dirty secret.

You should have just corrected them the first time they’d gotten your pronouns wrong. Each time feels like someone’s chipping away at your heart with a toothpick, the pain lessened by your surety in their good intentions but still very much there. It’s almost worse, now, to be on the precipice of falling in love with people who you don’t feel really know you, and it’s all your own fault.

This isn’t how you’d imagined the conversation coming about, but it might be the best chance you get for a while.

“I, uh.” You clear your throat, unsure if you should move out from under Sirius’ arm for this conversation but really not wanting to. “I don’t…listen, it’s not your fault, but I don’t really like it when you call me your girl.”

Sirius lets his arm drop to look at you properly, hurt flashing across his features. You take his hand, selfish thing that you are. “I mean it, it’s really not your fault.” It’s more plea than promise. “It’s just that I don’t—I don’t really see myself as a girl. I’m sorry.”

You watch confusion take hold in Sirius’ expression before letting your eyes flit to the other boys. James looks tentatively like he’s beginning to understand, and Remus’ face is carefully controlled. He leans his elbows on his knees, looking down at you.

“What do you mean by that, honey?”

You know the endearment is meant to soften the question, but you get all tense around the middle anyway.

“Just that…” You swallow, and James offers you a small smile of encouragement. “I don’t really see myself as any gender. It’s…it’s called nonbinary, I don’t know if you might’ve heard of it before? I’m really sorry I didn’t say something sooner.”

“Hey, that’s alright.” James kicks a foot out from his bed, nudging your leg gently. “I’m really glad you told us, angel. Thank you.”

You try to return his smile, chewing your lip.

“Merlin, I thought you meant you didn’t want to be our girl,” Sirius sighs, bumping your shoulder with his. “That would have been unacceptable. You can be our something-else, though, if you like.”

This is going well, you tell yourself. They’re being as kind as you’d always expected. Still, you don’t feel like they fully understand what you’re so clumsily trying to tell them.

“I get it if this changes things for you,” you say, and when you lean away from Sirius’ touch, he doesn’t chase you. “I know this is…you signed on for a girlfriend, not this.”

The gentle smile drops from James’ face. His eyebrows twitch together uncertainly. “We…what? No, we didn’t…we didn’t ‘sign on’ for anything like that. We signed on for you.”

“Darling,” Remus says, in that careful, measured voice that you can’t decide if you should be nervous about, “I don’t know a lot about this, so correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t the point that you’re still you? You’re just telling us how you’d like to be treated and understood, right?”

You take a second to run over his words in your head before nodding.

Everything about Remus has gone soft, from his eyes to the gentle uptilt of his mouth. “Then James is right. Nothing has changed. I mean, we can make any changes to our relationship that make you more comfortable, but nothing about how much we care for you is any different.”

“And look around you, sweetheart.” Laughter livens Sirius’ tone. “It’s not like any of us are only dating girls.”

A smile tugs at your lips. “That’s a good point,” you mumble, and he laughs, arm reclaiming its spot around your shoulders.

“Yeah, I actually do make those sometimes,” he teases. “Listen, gorgeous, I don’t think anyone here has a problem with you being whoever you are. Just tell us what you like to be called, and we will. And if there’s anything we do that you don’t like,” he adds, giving your shoulder a little squeeze, “you can tell us those things too.”

James nods, emphatic. “Exactly. We want to support you, angel. Thanks for telling us, but just keep talking to us when you can, okay?”

You have to bite down on your lip to contain the full scope of your smile. “Okay,” you promise him, overflowing with a gratitude that feels a lot like love. “Thanks. You guys are too sweet to me.”

Remus makes a pfft sound. “Dove, I cannot believe that is your standard for sweetness. You’ve set the bar far too low.”

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the-metal-pixie · 2 months

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Ok so I didn’t expect to receive that much attention from the first post- I DON’T DESERVE ALL THIS PRAISE 😭

Well, I might as well give the people what they want! Here’s some headcanons/made up storyline and an attempt at designing outfits for them 🤘 (+ drawing of them together)

Disclaimer: I cannot draw men, especially attractive ones, so sorry if they look girly

Spaceman/Space Ace

• Spaceman zooms around space for fun in his little comet (as shown in the drawing)

• His eyes light up when he’s happy (or spaced out… so basically 90% of the time lol)

• Hangs out around many different planets and has probably met every single kind of extraterrestrial life (Except for “star-people”)

• Likes to visit earth and enjoy the nature and human technology while hanging out with his friends (Cat and Fox)

• Enjoys giving people nicknames

• Was shocked when he first met Starchild since he never saw any living being as breathtakingly beautiful as him (That’s a lot considering he doesn’t even breathe)

• Silly mf

• Loves playing with card decks but doesn’t actually know any games

Starchild

• Leaves a trail of rose petals when he passes by (again, as shown in the drawing)

• Pretty stoic and blank faced for most of the time

• Used to be a sun before becoming a humanoid star (and basically froze the one planet that used to orbit him)

• Has future vision in his dreams

• Lives mostly by himself on the frozen planet whit his only “Company” being someone who talks to him in his dreams (Aka the Elder)

• In denial about his feelings for the Spaceman

• Oh yeah his eye lights up too

Yeah I basically fully blame AO3 for this. I was bored during the new years and decided to read a kiss fanfic for the first time, I was surprised to see that Ace/Paul was the most popular relationship, I got curious and now here we are

I would write my own fanfic if I knew how to write, but that is a skill that I unfortunately do not possess. Maybe I’ll share my ideas if anyone is interested but idk if this will get any attention

If you read this whole thing, thank you so much for the support! :D

#kiss fanart #kiss fanfiction #spaceman #the starchild #spacechild #i cant draw #skill issue #cringe #kiss band #gay

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agendratum · 2 years

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oh no i absolutely do not have time to talk about this because work but i’m thinking again about how few lines pete has after coming back from the safehouse

idk if any of this is going to make sense but

like yeah in the first half of the story pete might be pretending to be a background character, but he’s actually there a lot, very present, throwing these and those phrases around, monologuing occasionally to explain this and that to porsche. you actually *hear* him the whole time.

10th episode? literally pete’s time to shine. he actually makes his presence felt there on purpose.

he gets captured by vegas and if anything he starts talking more. he talks in defiance to vegas, he talks to himself, he talks to get through to vegas. so many lines! so many thoughts, opinions, so much of him being an alive character.

there is a whole monologue again in their final confrontation in the safehouse. a whole monologue of him voicing what he’s feeling in the moment, letting it all out. but he’s so tired at this point, so confused, hurt, desperate, *tired*. he manages an “i’m sorry” before he knocks vegas out

he manages “somebody help me please” when he steps out. but here he’s already, i don’t know how to say this- there is no more him in him at this point.

he comes back to the main house, and i mean, everyone literally thinks he’s an actual ghost for a moment.

in their bathroom, with porsche, this is pete on autopilot. “i went home, i really went home, please believe me” this is pete, bared of every protective layer he had, using his last defense, but it might as well be a piece of torn napkin he’s waving in front of porsche. and porsche sees it and he stops trying to get out any more lines out of pete

there is a silent scene of pete crying into the bowl of noodles. there is a silent scene of pete in yok’s bar, even as there so much comforting noise, and music and familiar voices and happiness and relief around. there is a silent scene of pete trying to have a smoke outside.

and then vegas shows up. and pete pulls a gun on him (a more real defense, still as useful as a napkin in pete’s hands tho, because he can’t shoot vegas, he can’t), still doesn’t say anything. it’s only when vegas presses him against that damn tree, putting them in a way too familiar dynamic for a second there, and apologizes for fuck’s sake, making a confused pete even more confused, pete who’s trying to make sense of himself now and failing, pete who’s trying to gather himself back from the pieces he has left and not managing, that’s when pete gets a “get the fuck out of my life” out.

and then he doesn’t say anything else for the rest of this scene. and it’s vegas who’s saying all these things that pete at his point couldn’t possibly say. and it’s vegas’ arms pete falls into, because he’s sososo tired, and so desperately needs to, and what could he possibly say about this. and it’s vegas seeing him again, words or not, and pete cannot hide from him anyway

next words he’ll say will be at the parking lot. before that there are going to be two scene with pete where he’s not going to say anything again.

in the parking lot he’ll shout to draw vegas’ attention. then he’ll tell these guys to go after kinn. that will be a fake line, that’s pete playing a role. and then he has only two lines again. vegas says he’s sorry, pete responds, bitter, “sorry?”. pete’s still so broken, so confused, so so so angry, and then vegas scares him. because vegas wants- to die? and that makes pete shout, and that makes pete even more confused, so fucking confused, because what the fuck *is* he talking about?

and then vegas tells him he loves him. and that dumbfounds pete for a good while. he doesn’t respond, he sobs into the kiss, he sits on the floor as vegas escapes. and not to derail my pretty serious very emotional about pete post with my stupid metaphors, but i’m pretty sure it was pete’s windows system finally restarting after all this time of him being almost fully silent, not being able to understand or express himself in any way since he escaped. this rewired pete

he finally knew what he wanted to say

#i'm gonna stop myself here because i actually do need to work #but pete having almost to none lines #between escaping the safehouse and resigning #is something that is actually so fucking important and heart-breaking to me #he is so lost #emptied out #OKAY NOW I'M ACTUALLY DONE #pete #PEETEEE #kp meta #vegaspete #watching kp

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doshiart · 3 months

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Gallavich Intro

uh huh, thank you @callivich for these encouragement reblogs post, so here we are!

(nick)Name: Doshi

Age: 22

What made you fall in love with Gallavich? I mean… gallavich, they're they. Okay, if serious, I just knew about them but never interested in it and don't remember whether I watched this show before or not. But I seen all of seasons attentively only in November 2023. Then I fell into it entirely and completely.

How long have you been a fan? 3.5 months / since November 2023

Favourite Gallavich moment/scene? oh god, it's hard.. so many really awesome scenes. I want to highlight a few and maybe make a top.

Mickey Watching Over Ian [S04E07] — my s-tier, i love re-watch this scene, i love this song (and i'm so sad that it's been removed from spotify but ok whatever). It's incredibly emotional, that's all. Mickey is so protective, there are so many thoughts on his face. And this silent talk with Svetlana screams very loudly for me. I just like to think that in that moment Mickey is thinking about how much he loves Ian and how glad he is that he's finally here.

"First Time I Felt Anything Since…" [S05E10] — just one more emotional scene before disaster. Really like it and the song is good too.

The Club Kiss [S04E08] — they are so touch starved for each other's. yummy.

"I Gotta Worry. You're My Husband." [S11E04] — it's really sad that this scene was deleted :\

"Rain On Me." [S11E07] — PLEASE they're so domestic and comfort, singing together, what could be better??

idk i just can't stop?? ok i'm quickly pick these important ones for me: "Don't." [S03E12] "Ian. Look At Me." [S04E10] "Sorry I'm Late." [S05E08] The Dock Scene [S07E10] "A lot." [S07E11]

Favourite Shameless character apart from Ian and Mickey? Carl! I actually really love a lot of the characters, but Carl the most. Love his character development, love his sibling bonding with Debbie and how they grew together, as well as his brotherly relationship with his elders. Love his interactions with Mickey and wish there was more. He's so sweet and silly kitty. I also had a crush on Sandy and would have liked to see more of a storyline with Debbie, but eh.

Do you write or draw or make edits? I draw! tag in tumblr / commissions open + other social

Favourite type of Gallavich fics? I'm absolutely in love for AUs! Before gallavich I didn't realize how much I loved the AUs. It's just amazing and this fandom is amazing because there are so many things I want to read, but there are sooooo many. I love multi-chaps and slowburn! Any universe, the main thing is our boys and tension between them!

Most of all I want to mention my love for texting/social media or something like that. I like it when text messages are inserted into the writing.

I prefer fluff, but I have nothing against angst, only if it is hurt/comfort. I love getting different emotions and I love crying too, but I don't like bad endings.

Favourite Gallavich quote? "You're Under My Skin, Man." "What You And I Have Makes Me Free." "Hit My Husband Again, I'll Fucking Kill You." "Don't fucking tell me what's impossible! We're taking care of him here. You, me, us. His fucking family. "Fuck You, Fuck You, And Especially Fuck You!"

Anything else you’d like to share about yourself? I'm a bit of a shy introverted lurker and didn't understand at all how tumblr blogging system worked until that moment, usually I just threw my art and ran away. But now I'm watching how people do their posts (use a queue?? what). And I wasn't completely sure how to blog with drawings without turning it into something personal, but it seems that's the point of blog?

So I'm just getting used to everything and want to stay in the shameless fandom, because it's very nice to be here. You are all very nice people and I have already become attached to y'all.

Apart from anything else, I have a huge obsession. I constantly read something new that comes into my hands, and I have a lot of ideas for new arts. (I might even want to do an edit, but shhh, I'm not sure I'm really mentally ready yet haha).

So yeah, you are truly amazing and I hope to be more active in the fandom! <3

#gallavichintro #gallavich #fandom #gallavich intro #about me

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bluelolblue · 3 months

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just wondering if you have headcanons on santino d’antonio!! ;0

Why of course I have thanks for asking :D! I never wrote them down but here they are <3

Santino D'Antonio - my hyperfixation for a very long time and I just love him so much :3

He doesn't have a good relationship with his father (daddy issues) his father also traumatized him at some point :(

Idk why I think his father wasn't so nice to him, just didn't pay much attention to him and didn't like Santino's interests into drawing, writing or whatever he would like to do

So he is more of mama's boy, I like to think she was very nice to him and listened to his little yapping about random stuff, she had lots of patience with him. And she would sometimes join him with drawing. He could always cry in front of her and she would comfort him

Speaking of drawing and writing, I like to think that he used to draw and write when he was little but his father ruined all that, ruined his motivation for it

He likes cats and dogs. He always wanted to have either a cat or a dog while he was little but his father wouldn't allow it, so whenever he saw a stray cat he would pet it...and ended up being scolded by his father because "they're filthy"

He was the one that cried the longest when Gianna's and his mother died. Since he was very connected to her, it was too much for him. I like to think Gianna tried to comfort him during those times

He likes to drink cappuccino, he is fine with any kind of coffee but has some preferences

Red or white wine, he's fine with both (maybe a slight preference to the red), also likes cocktails and liqueurs

When he gets drunk (doesn't happen often tho), he either talks nonsense in broken english or italian or he'll kinda vent about his childhood or whatever

Oh and he is not a morning person. He hates to get up early, he is just so moody and doesn't wanna talk to anyone bc if he does he's just gonna snap at whoever asks him something. So he has to have coffee in the morning to wake himself up and not be a little bitch

Can cook and has the will for it and is pretty good at it

Definitely likes art, mostly the history art type since he grew up with that

Likes to read any kind of book but preferably romance or criminal

And likes to listen to music (mostly the famous Italian ones), even classical music

Also likes to watch movies, even horror. He's up to watch anything really. But will make comments while watching it so to some he gets annoying with that

Has a short temper, especially when something doesn't go his way or the way he planned it

Everything has to be like he planned it, otherwise your house might gets burned down :)

Acts like he's better than anyone when he actually has so many problems with himself

Gets jealous of his sister way too often but is too proud to admit that

Has a room only for his best suits, his suits have to be made from the best designers

Rings. Likes to wear those fancy rings and ofc a watch. The most expensive one (has so many of them too)

He felt so proud when he got to help John with the impossible task that he actually fell in love with him

John was his crush for a long time but after this he fell in love completely

Someone like John asking him for help? Immediately falls for him

Sure, he also likes Vincent (they share the same fancy taste into suits and art and other stuff) but...John is his number one

Flirting. Oh he's good at it, ofc he's Italian he has to be good at it. But when he gets really nervous, he gets flustered and doesn't know how to respond anymore so he might tries to change the theme

Kinky. He's kinky

Who says "how exciting" after being threatened to be choked to death? Santi...because he's into it

Likes to be called good boy, no matter if a girl or a guy calls him that

Praises. Yes. Likes to give praises and be praised (a result of lack of affection from his father during his childhood)

Likes when someone (preferably John) goes through his hair with their fingers, so like playing with his hair

Likes to be kissed while holding his face

Likes the soft kisses on his face and body

Likes to hold hands

Likes to cuddle

It's just that he doesn't show that soft side to anyone

Likes cars...idk much about cars but I think he does

Likes to wear perfumes, especially cologne or some other nice men perfumes

Likes winter and summer, however prefers summer and going to the beach

Smokes...a nasty habit he got from his father and he doesn't like that, he always says how he's gonna stop so that he isn't like him but...it's a struggle. He doesn't want to be like his father

Is good with words and can manipulate

But also knows how to use a gun

Always has to look fancy (in case John appears)

But yeah he does like to dress up fancy

Will act bitchy for no reason

He admitted to Ares that he would love to smash with John (she approves and would also smash him)

My twink of John Wick movies and I'm always happy to talk about him :)

I probably have some more headcanons for him but can't remember at the moment

Hope you liked it :3 <3

#santino d’antonio #my headcanons #always happy to yapp abt him #my favorite italian twink #he went through a lot #someone give him a hug

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lavenderbexlatte · 6 months

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day 19: in the bath

mamamoo 1.1k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Ahn Hyejin (Hwasa) NSFW

🖤 warnings: ...tbh this is pretty tame, i have a thing for water that maybe comes thru here idk🖤

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She's a vision, haloed in the light from the parted window shades, in the warm foggy air above her bath.

You're just watching her. A not-so-secret spectator, taking in her beauty as you linger just outside the bathroom door. She knows you're home, so it's not like you're actually peeping. You're on an errand for her, actually; bath snacks are a must for your favorite lady, and you're not about to make her stop relaxing just to grab them herself.

The snacks are in your hand already, all set to deliver, but you can stand here for another moment.

She luxuriates.

She draws one pretty leg out of the bathwater, hooking it over the edge of the tub, bare to the air. Steam rises from her skin.

Her long hair is piled on top of her head, giving you a lovely view of the slope of her neck, her face in profile.

So beautiful. You can't stay away.

You go in, then, and she beams at you when you hand over the packet of potato chips. That leg goes back into the bath, so she can sit up properly and tear open the packet.

"I don't think those are gonna survive the bath," you point out.

Hyejin shrugs. "Only if I drop them in."

Which she doesn't plan to do, you know. Not her precious chips.

You see Hyejin in states of undress a lot, but this kind of full-body relaxation is truly something else.

She's always sexy, and she's always gorgeous, but when she's completely comfortable, she's transcendent. Carefree vibes aren't easy to come by, not sincerely, when someone does what she does. Eyes always on her, expectations always rising.

Here, she's just Hyejin.

In the claw-foot bath. With her chips.

"Didn't you wanna get in?" she asks you.

"I wouldn't want to disturb your nice time," you reply.

It's not self-deprecation, it's just honesty. She likes to be alone, sometimes, and that's fine. It doesn't bother you when she wants her very limited free time to be just that: her time.

But she shakes her head. "You wouldn't."

"I would have to go get unready," you muse.

She groans. "That's no fun."

You sink down to rest on your haunches beside the tub, leaning over the edge a little, just to get closer to her face. The water smells like flowers, something lightly perfumed. The steam is enticing.

"How long are you gonna stay in?" you ask.

"Forever."

You grin. "Then don't be impatient."

Hyejin pouts. She reaches out, long fingers and long nails, and takes hold of your face by the chin, squeezing so gently.

"You don't want to spend time with me?" she asks.

You know that tone.

"Of course I do," you tell her.

She rises onto her knees, carefully rolling her chip bag over and dropping it to the tile floor. She leans into you.

"Then come play with me."

Hyejin kisses you slow and sweet like honey. Detailed, attentive, like she's trying to put a spell on you. She doesn't need to, of course. You're already too far gone for her. But there she is, the dampness from her bare shoulder pressing a warm spot into your shirt, while her tongue maps out the back of your teeth.

She's like a siren, you think, deliriously. A mermaid luring you in.

When Hyejin pulls back, you bite your lip, and open your eyes. She's there, and she's beautiful.

She studies you for a second. "Is your phone in your pocket?"

"No," you tell her mindlessly.

"Good."

She throws a handful of water at you. It splatters down the front of your shirt, and you yelp in protest.

"Oh, you're already wet," she says innocently. "You might as well just get in."

You stand up. She's won. You'll just strip and join her, like she wants so desperately-

"I said, get in."

Those long pretty fingers wrap around your forearm, before you can react, and one good strong tug has you tripping over yourself and falling into the tub.

You catch yourself on one leg and one arm, luckily avoiding all your important bits (teeth...nose...) smashing into the side of the tub. It isn't very sexy, considering you're still clothed and now extremely waterlogged, but most of you is in the tub. Water sloshes out onto the floor from the impact.

"There," Hyejin says, satisfied.

She really has won, now.

You can't even be annoyed about it. You would have gotten in, anyway, but this is kind of more fun.

"I'm still dressed and everything," you tease. "How is that any help for you?"

"Oh, now, I get to take it all off," she grins.

Taking off a very warm, very wet t-shirt is also not very sexy, but Hyejin seems to enjoy the game of it nonetheless. She's laughing as she peels the long sleeves down your arms and throws the whole wet mess across the room.

Your comfortable shorts are easier to get off, but they're also heavy with all that absorbed water. Hyejin wrings them out before she throws those, too.

When you're as bare as she is, just warm skin in the steamy water, sending relief into your muscles and a pleasant tingle up your spine, Hyejin arranges you like her own little doll. She gets you sitting flat on the bottom of the tub, and she plants herself right in your lap.

"What did I say?" you chastise. "Impatient."

"I am," she nods.

"You're lucky you're cute."

"I always get what I want, don't I?" she replies.

Her gaze is so sultry. It's not the same as the face she sells, with her pristine makeup and strong aura. It's much more quietly assured. The confidence of knowing exactly how short of a leash she's got you on. Assurance of how much you adore her.

And you do, of course. You adore her.

"You do," you say. "How could I ever say no to you?"

You pinch the side of her leg playfully, making her jump and slosh yet more water over the lip of the tub.

The overflow valve really doesn't work in this thing. Inconvenient. That's what it's for, dammit. Save you from cleaning up messes like this. You'll have to look at that later.

Your home improvement thoughts are immediately derailed when Hyejin grinds down on your lap and trails her hands up your shoulders to meet at the nape of your neck, holding you close.

"I want something else, now," she says, voice low.

Impulsively, you reach for the oversized scrunchie keeping her hair in place. "Can I?"

Her quick nod has you unwrapping the hair accessory, letting her sleek coppery hair fall in waves around her shoulders.

The damp ends of her hair sticking to her skin, to yours, the hungry look in her eyes...

She just might be a siren. Ready to eat you alive.

#kinktober 2023 #kpop kinktober #mamamoo fanfic #mamamoo smut #hwasa fanfic #hwasa smut #mamamoo hwasa fanfic #mamamoo hwasa smut #ahn hyejin fanfic #ahn hyejin smut #kpop fanfic #kpop smut

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lonepower · 7 months

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idk as much about lilin so maybe this is too many, BUT: 2, 4, 5, 7 general, 14 for story and – idk if any of the dark urge stuff would apply for her since she’s your dark urge, right? if so, 15 + 17? if not, 10 + 11? and, 1, 2, 5 for romance?

Yeah, she's my durge! So much of who she is (how much of that is even left) is tied up in that fact, so for these purposes she's still Bhaal's Specialest Princess™ if you're not playing dark urge, and if you are... I guess you'll probably have to kill her, either because she's in your way or because if you're not going to become his Chosen, she'll definitely try to usurp you. Whoops.

(Sorry this took SO long btw, the more I got into her head the more I realized what a... complicated companion she'd make 😅)

2. Do the other companions have special comments or reactions upon recruiting your Tav?

None of them trust her all that much: she's not currently outwardly murderous, but it's really clear there's something not-quite-right about her. Lae'zel disapproves, pretty steeply for early-game, if you free her from her pod (You find her trapped on the beach, where her pod has cracked open and buckled, pinning her legs. You can free her with STR/DEX, leave her to die, or if Zel is in the party, give her a merciful death). Astarion sees her washed out complexion and sharpened teeth and sunlight sensitivity (got that szarkai disadvantage) and is torn between trying to (not-so-)subtly deflect any Ambient Vampiric Behaviors onto her, and not drawing attention to it in case Tav notices the similarities. Gale wonders if she might be a fey of some kind and advises you to watch your wording around her; Wyll actually vaguely recognizes her, having noticed "such an unusual moon elf" once at a function, and muses that something is definitely off (perhaps drawing a connection later to Duke Stelmane?).

4. What sort of general actions raise or lower their approval?

Despite the hit that her INT took by being lobotomized (it's 9, oof), she was a scientist—up-and-coming head of the physickers’ guild, not that she remembers this—so curiosity and intelligence will go a long way, as will any kind of magical or intellectual hubris (reading Thay, bargaining with Yurgir, getting both Mayrina and the hair from Ethel, etc) or dialogues using the [medicine] skill check. Reassuring her about her memory loss, lapses, and general Durgeiness will net approval pretty quickly, but will also heavily influence her to lean into them, so if you want to actually help her you're going to have to balance some regular approval loss. If that's not your concern, though, being vicious or unnecessarily cruel is always a good way to make her like you ♡ Conversely, she doesn't actually disapprove of being nice or offering to help, as long as she gets to kill someone, so she approves equally of (for example) slaughtering the grove and of slaughtering the goblin camp.

She is still super racist a noble-raised drow somewhere deep down, so she'll disapprove of what she sees as demeaning oneself before or conceding to "lesser" races, such as kissing the goblin's foot or stopping Nere from murdering the gnomes. (She does approve of leaving him to suffocate, though.) She also tends to disapprove of shying away from knowledge just because it's "tainted" or "unnatural", ie if you soothe or destroy the Necromancy of Thay, or if you let Gale cleanse the shadow circle in Balthazar's backroom. And if you actually treat her Urges as A Problem that she needs to put in work to help fix, she'll disapprove, at least at first—but it will turn out much better in the long run.

5. Are there any instances where your Tav can permanently leave the party, depending on player character actions?

There's pretty much nothing you can do that will get her to leave, but there's plenty you can do that just straight up kills her. Non-Durge players can give her back to Kressa Bonedaughter, avoiding that fight. (Lae'zel approves; Astarion approves if your approval with both of them is low, and disapproves if your approval with one or both of them is high; and everyone else strongly disapproves.) She'll volunteer to be Malus's test subject, but you can scroll-of-revivify her afterwards (earning an inspiration point and a big chunk of approval from her, a little approval from Shadowheart, and a lot of not-quite-disapproving-horror from Wyll, Karlach, or Gale). If your approval is low enough, she will try and kill you, and will revive hostile no matter what. If you help her get the Slayer form, she'll use it in the final battles, but then you'll have to fight and kill her while she's in it unless you're planning to rule the Absolute together.

7. Do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game? Can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the Player Character makes?

This is the one that took me the longest, because honestly, having the dark urge as a companion character could actually be really cool, but it would also be pretty complicated! I think at its core it would revolve around a hardening/softening (or I guess "embracing/resisting") mechanic similar to Leliana in DA:I, where there's a hidden ticker for both player and ambient actions, similar to approval, that influences how far she's leaning into or fighting against her Urge.

Stage one of the actual quest is of course figuring out the amnesia-and-murderosity thing, which mostly kicks into gear in act 2. If you pass a (pretty low, like DC5 or something) perception roll in the illithid colony you can ask her "hey... you don't happen to know why there's Another twitchy doll-like blind-eyed bone-pale silver-haired crazy lady waltzing around down here?", which of course she doesn't. Kressa's notes will also help with the figuring out the mystery thing. As for resolving it, there's two paths that I think would be fun: Withers, or the Mycology Husbands. If you do the whole parasite potion sidequest for Omeluum, you can ask it about mental shielding wrt the Urge. It can't help you in act 1, but promises to think about it, and if you then rescue it from the Iron Throne, that unlocks the turn-her-illithid ending (but she still has to be softened enough to accept it). Withers will, in turn, cryptically help you with the probably more rewarding route of "get this girl some goddamn therapy," which will require enlisting the others to actually, y'know, take her seriously. This starts after she kills—let's make it the backup bard so that poor Alfira isn't doomed no matter what. (If you're durge, there'll have to be some other way to handle this. this grove ain't big enough for Two demigod serial killers...)

On the other hand, if you're going the evil route, she's not complaining. If you want a goodbad end, just get her approval high and leave everything else alone, because her default state is "agreeable most of the time, and also extremely dangerous"; voilà, you've got an excellent attack dog. If you're also Dark Urge, though, you're going to have to watch out, because she won't be as keen to share the Chosen title with a competitor. If you don't soften her enough before act 3, she will turn on you, possibly in the Tribunal arc but definitely when the time comes to decide how to deal with the Absolute. And if you soften her while not resisting your own Urge, she's not going to appreciate your hypocrisy and will probably try to retaliate just on principle!

14. How does Tav react to the PC becoming a mind flayer? Can they offer to become one themselves? Does their reaction change if they’re romanced?

Depending on your approval and what direction her quest has taken, she'll either be sort of melancholically approving, or just brush it off. "We've both become something our old selves wouldn't know." versus "I don't care what you are, if you're a threat I'll kill you and if you're not you're not."

She doesn't offer to become one by default, but if she's softened enough and you've done that route of her quest, you can suggest it as a way to break Bhaal's control over her. In this ending she'll either return to the Underdark (if romanced, or if the Emperor/Orpheus are dead) or stick with your other illithid ally to help and/or learn from them.

10. How do they react if the PC licks the dead spider in the Gauntlet of Shar?

Whether the player passes or fails the constitution check: "Oh, that looks good. Can I have some?" (Devnote: absolute, earnest sincerity)

[Rotten spider meat added to inventory]

You get +1 approval and some interesting facts about the chemical composition of displacer beast saliva if you give it to her.

11. What do they say if the PC tries to force them to go up on stage with Dribbles the Clown?

TAV: Lilin, why don't you go? You seem like you need cheering up.

LILIN: [+1 approval] Okay.

If she has high approval, isn't softened, and passes the hidden perception/dexterity roll, you only have to fight “Dribbles”'s lackeys, because she puts her arm through his ribcage when he tries to grab her.

1. Is your Tav a romanceable character? Are there any specific requirements to romancing them?

I think she could be, but I think it would go over poorly with a lot of players, because there's no way it wouldn't be either Weird or Difficult in like a lot of ways. for safety's sake we'll just say she can't be romanced as another dark urge at all, so we don't have to account for "wellllllll if they're not the same species are they really related", because that's Way more discourse than it's worth lmao. You can sleep with her at the goblin or tiefling party, where she's (outwardly) politely flattered and (privately) startled and more than a little relieved that you'd even think of her that way; all the other companions have been handling her like she's made of glass, so she's desperately glad that someone here is treating her like a consenting adult and not something to be equally feared and pitied. It's probably a prerequisite to romancing her at all, actually. Gale is in the background giving you this look:

Lilin is at least 35 years older than him and can kill him in more ways than he has scrolls, thank you very much.

2. Does your Tav need to be flirted with to start the romance, or will they approach the PC themselves if approval is high enough? / 5. Does the romance have different branching paths, or just one route to take?

Approval doesn't matter for the first fling with her, but you're going to have to get it pretty high to actually propose any kind of romantic partnership. You'll have to walk a pretty fine tightrope, too, because being patient or kind with her or downplaying her issues at all will raise your approval but is—as the companions in my playthrough learned with a lot more surprise than I thought they were due—going to do the opposite of help, reviling or lecturing her is going to close her off, and encouraging her is going to end badly for everyone. A lot of things that net approval will also point towards her Bad End, especially if you're the only one taking her seriously (which, as you noted with Amity, literally nobody except Halsin does). Making sure you're not her only lifeline will do a lot of good here; I imagine there could be an interesting role for Withers, given the part he plays in a resistant durge's ending, but you're going to have to get some of the others (Shadowheart, who she's close with in my playthrough, and Halsin, who actually fucking takes the "amnesia and murderous compulsions" thing seriously enough to suggest causes and solutions, come to mind) to come around as well. If you manage to undo the brainwashing, free her from Bhaal's control, and help her build an actual healthy support network, you could probably get a pretty good ending! On the other hand, there might be a fun GoodBad ending too where you do what Gortash proposes and rule the Elder Brain together. (If you try this as Durge, she attacks you in the very last scene and you have to pass a series of checks to 1) Not Die 2) kill or mind-control her and 3) maintain control of the brain, all while being Lightly Stabbed.)

tl;dr she is probably not worth the trouble akddnrh.

#replies #cannibalisticskittles #lilin duskryn #baldur's gate #sorry about the delay!!! this gave me some trouble ack #also sidebar it like. Hurts Me to refer to omeluum as ‘it’#if blurg refers to it as such then those are probably what it prefers! but like!! it's a PERSON IT'S NOT AN ‘IT’#i mean like it Is but.#the emperor is easy. i'm pretty sure they've been referred to by Every standard pronoun at this point so I just default to he/they #anyway!! thank you very very very much for the ask :D

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gideongrovel · 1 year

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I've gotten past the point of cringing at my own behavior when it comes to self.ship.ping,,,,, but I am dying a little at one of my wedding pieces,,,,, because like,,,,what the hell am I doing,,,,💀💀💀 autism definitely is winning lately,,,,, but I'm cringing in a good way I guess at the same time,, because as goofy as I feel,,,,, I feel love 10x more 🥰

also prommy you will all ignore the goofy-ass background that's in one of them? 💀 it fits the theme I guess but idk,,,, all I worked on today was like backgrounds for two of the pieces,,,,, one of the pieces I thought I was finished with entirely,,,but i thought the background was too simple so I fixed it/changed it,,,, it's a lot better then before and is more fun,,,,, but it's also kinda ugly? idk like a good ugly,,, it's like chaotic and all over the place,,,, but Chop himself is also crazy and all over the place so it's on brand

spoilers for one of the art pieces the other background I used a screenshot from the movie since I thought that would be fun and give a more of a mood/scene setting,,,,, which it's very cute!!! but also the one I was cringing at 💀 but mostly because I put a short text on the piece,,,,,

ALSO super secret info to anyone who's awake now and took the time to read my rambling 👁️👁️

April 7th or April 10th will be the wedding date!!!! I've mentioned before that April is when our 6month anniversary will be which is the 7th,,,,but that weekend is a holiday weekend 😅 so I also might just wait till Monday since idk if people will be busy,,,, and I don't wanna set myself up to be disappointed if like no one interacts cause they busy and arent online then,,,,, so I might wait till April 10th,,,,, idk yet I probably will make a poll when it's like closer,,,,,,

i'm just honestly terrified of making a big deal about it and no one interacting,,,, I don't wanna "please clap" moment,,,,,,, I know it's silly because I know those who normally interact (my beloved moots *kisses forhead* /p) with all usual stuff will interact regardless of the day I pick I don't doubt that,,,,,,, and i know it should mostly be about me and Chops love for eachother first and foremost,,,,,, but it's also not wrong to want attention? 👁️👁️ tho I will also cry if I'm given too much social interaction,,,,,,,, so idk what one of my mental illness is making me feel both ways 💀 like I still can't even reblog actual ask games on here to talk about our relationship,,,,,, 😔

Sorry I'm still talking in this post my insomnia inner monologue is on high,,,,, but when i DO make the announcement post about the wedding,,,,, if I used a funny t1kt0k audio would y'all still love me? ( /sar ) because I think it would be silly,,,,, and it is extremely fitting to me and Chop 👁️👁️ Also using that audio it would mean you would get a drawing of Stretch if I do it 👁️👁️ I haven't drawn her yet 👁️👁️ despite her being my s/i's bestie in my lore,,,,

anyway time to sleep again 😴

#also i aint rereading that so hopefully its coherent 🏃🏾‍♂️#my post

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hugispuso-archive · 2 years

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🎫 here's a gush pass ^^ feel free to gush about whichever f/o you want, however much you want, then send this ask to 3 other self shippers!

third time’s the charm ehe ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ﹒ ₊˚✦﹒₊ enjoy!~

i saw this last night but i was super tired after having movie night with friends BUT TYSM!!! orz 🙏 what did i do to deserve your kindness 😔💕

i haven't talked about beel in a while but dw he's always in the back of my head <3 and he still has the throne of being my ult f/o HSDUHFHH i actually um,, have plans to develop our relationship further AHA iykyk 🏃🏻

what i noticed about beel is that he never activated my tsundere-ness. not even once. the closest thing would be like, me wondering how he can be so cute and hot at the same time. but that's it. i never actually acted hostile towards him or insulted him. and i realize, maybe that's why he got up to the ranks so fast? because he has such a comforting presence that i allow myself to be just, me around him. i don't need to add double meaning to my words or anything. aaaahwgdhdh idk how to explain properly i just love him _(:3 」∠)_

i actually have our anniversary art as my phone wallpaper. and every time i open my phone i go wweeeeuuuhhhhh and practically melt into a puddle because wow. did i really draw that??? have we really been together for over a year??? i also tend to compare it to my birthday gift art for him because it has a huge improvement for a 4 month difference. it's really satisfying to look at, plus i get to stare at us SHSHAJAJS 🙈

i have not added any new lore so this is just me gushing about the randomest things. i love him!!! what else do you need to know /lh i love how he genuinely cares for his family and would do anything to keep them happy, but it's kinda difficult for him to do so because expressing affection hasn't always been his best forte. but he tries, he tries and just uses whatever he can get his hands on. seeing his brothers get along with one another and on good terms is enough assurance for him that everything will be okay.

he might be a demon but he's literally one of the nicest people i know. 🥺 when times get rough he will always be the first person i run to. he doesn't even need to do much, he can just be there for me and listen to my rants and maybe give me hugs and kisses, and i'll feel better the next day. actually, these past few weeks wherein my attention has been switching between different f/o's, i would randomly remember beel and go 🥺 i miss my beel. and it's just!!! it says a lot. he's my comfort and i'm his comfort. we help each other and i'm not exchanging that or him for anything else. <3

my love!!!! 🧡🧡🧡

#┊ mailbox ┊#all this gushing made me soft for him HELP #romantic f/o ; beelzebub ✰#[ ♡ ] hungry for your love #➵ . . . [ anon asks ]

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megsironthrone · 2 years

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Shy

Based on this request: Could you write something with Oberyn? idk something along the lines of you being a Lannister and usually being brave and outspoken, but everytime Oberyn is close by, the reader just gets like really shy, and Oberyn is like teasing them. ^_^

Here you are! *Familiar Characters are NOT mine!*

Warnings: Slight angst, Surprise kiss??(consent is hot, people!), Oberyn is a warning all on his own.

Pairings/Characters: Oberyn Martell x Lannister!reader, Oberyn x Ellaria

Like most Lannisters, you had no trouble letting your opinions be heard. You were outspoken and headstrong to a fault. Every bit the Lannister lion. That is until he came into your life. Oberyn Martell was the only person in the world that could turn you into a shy, stuttering mess. And he knew it too! He never missed an opportunity to point it out.

"Such a proud lion brought to silence by the Dornish viper? I never thought I would see the day, Flower," he teased you, earning a laugh from Ellaria and a half-hearted glare from you. In truth, you couldn't help but clam up around him. His whole demeanor just oozed sensuality and power. You were drawn to it, but were powerless to actually do anything about it. Your tongue simply wouldn't work around him.

Oberyn was a lot of things. Brazen, crass, and handsome. He could have anyone in his bed in a matter of minutes if he wanted to. You knew that. You wanted to be like that. To be so bold as to tell the gorgeous man that you wanted him. You wanted him in your life more than anything at this point. But your family raised you differently (though Tyrion was the exception to that). Maybe that was why you were actually so shy around Oberyn.

Something else Oberyn was, was observant. He noticed how your face would light up when he entered the room. How you would open and close your mouth several times before summoning up the courage to talk to him. He saw the way your pupils dilated when you were close to him and how you seemed to gravitate to him even though you couldn't speak very much. Oberyn hated to be the reason anyone was ill-at-ease, especially someone he admired the way he did you.

Oberyn asked Ellaria to give the two of you a moment and he dismissed Baelish's employees. They all left, leaving only you and Oberyn. "Something is troubling you," he stated, "Have I offended you, Flower?" You looked into his eyes and shook your head. "You could never," you whispered. He smiled before reaching over to take one of your hands in his.

"Tell me what troubles you, my Y/N." You blinked in surprise. Oberyn had to hold back a chuckle at the effect his words had on you. "I think I may-that is, I think I might-" you couldn't get the words out and you groaned. Oberyn took a step closer. He hooked your chin with his fingers, making you look at him. "What is it?" he asked quietly. You surprised him for a brief second when, in a moment of uncharacteristic boldness, you leaned in and kiss him.

Before Oberyn could respond, you pulled back with a soft noise. "I'm sorry," you said and then? You were gone. Oberyn hardly registered the fact that you were no longer right in front of him. It wasn't even the fact that you'd kissed him. It was the intimacy of the kiss that had thrown him. He'd shared many kisses in his life with many people, but none had felt as soft and pure as the one you'd just bestowed upon him.

So why were you apologizing? Was it the fact that you kissed him without asking first? That could be it, but he'd often told you how much he'd wanted to kiss you. Perhaps you'd thought he had been teasing. Or maybe you were angry with yourself for feeling anything for him at all. Oberyn didn't know, but now that he'd felt your lips once, he wanted to feel them again.

His brain took about 20 seconds to catch up before he was on his feet, desperate to catch you before you left the brothel for good. Lucky for him, you didn't move quickly as to not draw attention to yourself. Oberyn was able to catch up and gently grip your wrist.

"Wait, please Flower," he asked. You turned back to him and he could see tears forming in your eyes. "Come with me, please?" Not wanting people to think he'd hurt you, you nodded. He lead you back to his empty room and poured you a goblet of the Dornish wine he'd brought with him to King's Landing. "I'm sorry," you said again, "I shouldn't have-" Oberyn gently soothed you. "You've nothing to apologize for, Y/N. Nothing at all. I am unaccustomed to you being bold. Your gesture was not at all unwanted, though I appreciate your consideration of my feelings on the matter. I know it is important to you. I have wanted to kiss you for weeks now. I thought I'd made that clear."

For moment, you simply stared at him. Oberyn was a notorious flirt after all. How did you know he wasn't teasing you now? "What happens now then?" you finally asked. Oberyn's grin grew. "Whatever you want. I can take you to bed, we can leave King's Landing together, or you can tell me to leave you alone and you'll never see me again. I leave the choice to you, Beloved."

"And what of Ellaria?" Oberyn chuckled. Of course you would be considering everyone else's feelings above your own in this. "For a moment, forget about her. If she were not in my life, what would you want without hesitation?" he asked. You bit your lip but replied that you would want him to take you away from King's Landing.

"Does that change when you picture Ellaria?" You shook your head immediately. While you didn't harbor the romantic feelings for Ellaria that Oberyn did (at least not at the time), you knew you couldn't destroy another person's happiness. You weren't like the rest of your family that put their needs and desires above others. "Then there is no problem, my love. Ellaria knows who I am. She knows that I love her, but that I have room in my heart to love more than just her. If you wish for me to end my relationship with her, I shall. You have been forced into unhappiness for too long and I wish for you to see joy in life."

Once more, you shook your head. "I-I think I can accept that you will be with both of us. But only us. And I do not wish anyone to come between you two anymore than I want Ellaria or anyone else to come between you and I." Oberyn drew closer to you and slowly wrapped his arms around your waist.

"I can agree to that. And if Ellaria cannot, then she is not the woman I thought she was. I love you and I want your happiness, just as I wish for hers. You are the only two people who matter to me besides my children. Nothing will change that." It was your turn to smile shyly and Oberyn laughed softly as he rested his forehead against yours.

(a/n: I hope this is what you were looking for!)

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littleoddwriter · 2 years

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Ok asking for some smut here cuz I’ve had a recent obsession with Roman Sionis lol. Roman’s bf gets caught/is gifted lace panties. Roman absolutely goes crazy for it. Daddy kink with kinda soft dom Roman and pillow princess bf. Idk if you’d be comfortable but like hairy chest Roman with an armpit fetish too if that’s fine? Thanks sm <333

Something New | Roman Sionis x Male!Reader | N/SFW

Hello there! Gosh, yes!!! I really hope you like what I've done with it! I'm sorry it took me this long, but hopefully you're still interested and find enjoyment in this Fic. Thanks so much for the request! :) <3

summary; Roman sees your lace panties and his brain short-circuits, leaving only his utter desire for you on his mind. Smut ensues/continues.

notes; Pillow Princess!Male!Reader; Soft Dom!Roman; Daddy Kink; Dom/Sub; PWP; Lace Panties; Armpit Fetish; Chest Hair; Semi-Dry Humping; Coming In Panties; Coming On Panties; Come Play.

Reblogs > Likes. Thank you!

When you had gone over to Roman's loft to spend the day with him, you hadn't realised that you were wearing your lace panties. You weren't entirely sure if he would like them or not and so you had actually planned on talking about it with him first, before he saw them; but you struggled to bring it up.

As you used his bathroom, you thought you might get away with going commando and stashing the panties in your pants' pocket. But you convinced yourself that it was stupid to make such a fuss about it when there was a very real possibility that he either wouldn't even notice them or he would like them, too. So you decided to leave it and pray to anyone, who would listen, that this wouldn't be your last day with him.

It was only a couple of hours later, when you had just entered the bedroom and you had already started to forget about your situation, that Roman finally saw them as he was pulling your pants down mid-thigh, while he was making out with you. He grabbed your ass in both of his hands and stopped short, breaking the kiss to look at the unfamiliar fabric of your underwear that he was feeling under his hands.

"Now, sweetheart," Roman started, his voice already husky, "am I wrong or are those lace panties you're wearing?"

Swallowing thickly, you nodded dumbly and whispered, "Yes, Daddy."

Roman hummed in understanding, taking a small step back as his hands moved from your bottom to your hips, so he could really take in the black lace panties you were wearing, such as the outline of your half-hard cock that was visible through the fabric.

"Fuck," he rasped, not once averting his eyes from your crotch.

Shuddering slightly, you shyly looked at him, a small smile on your lips, as you asked, “Do you like them, Daddy?”

“I do,” Roman said, kissing you shortly, “I can’t believe you’ve kept this from me in all this time, sweet boy. Think about all the fun Daddy could have had with you in those pretty little panties of yours for months already, hm?”

Moaning quietly, your dick twitched, drawing a throaty chuckle from Roman when he saw it.

Then he put some pressure on his grip around your hips to get your attention, before he started guiding you towards the bed, careful to not make you fall with the pants still awkwardly hanging around your thighs. Once the backs of your knees hit the edge of the huge mattress, Roman put a hand on your chest and pushed you down, so you would lie back on the bed. As soon as you were lying there, with your legs still dangling from the edge, he pulled down your pants entirely, took them off and folded them before placing them on the floor beside your feet.

“Get on the bed properly now, baby boy,” he instructed gently, patting your hip with his hand as he did.

Scooting back, you settled in the bed with your head resting on your pillows and all your limbs stretched out leisurely, eagerly awaiting whatever Roman had planned for you, now.

Roman got undressed quickly, neatly folding his clothes and placing them on a nearby chair, before he finally kneeled on the bed and straddled your thighs. Then he took your shirt off, kissing you passionately, once he let it carelessly fall beside the bed.

As he was pushing his tongue inside your mouth to really deepen the kiss, he shifted to get more comfortable. His right hand held onto the side of your chest and he circled his thumb around your nipple, making you moan softly. He placed his other hand on the headboard, holding onto it to keep himself at least a little elevated over you, while he shifted up just a few inches, so that his now completely hard cock was brushing against your own, which was straining against the fabric of your lace panties.

With Roman grinding against your dick, neither of you could keep your moans in, “Oh, fuck! That feels so good, baby, doesn’t it?” he groaned, breaking the kiss with it.

“Y-yes, Daddy!” you responded, moaning lewdly.

Letting your eyes wander over Roman’s face and further down his neck, you only moaned louder when you saw how close his chest and armpit were to your face, thanks to the way he was holding himself up. Unable to contain yourself, you lifted your hands to run your fingers through his chest hair, brushing over his nipples and grazing your nails against his skin. Jolts of pure arousal shot through your entire body with the feeling of his body hair against your skin and you desperately wanted to shove your face into his armpit as well.

Looking down at you, Roman grinned, grinding down particularly hard to elicit a sharp moan from you. “What’s going through your mind, sweet boy? I know you love my chest hair, but...,” he rasped, tilting his head to the side to get a better look at your face.

“Mh, I- Um, so-,” you started, failing to get your mouth to work properly, but also unable to really voice your desire to him, since you were so afraid that he’d think it’s weird or disgusting. Nonetheless, you squeezed your eyes shut and quickly said what you wanted, albeit with a shaky voice, “I want to feel your armpit against my face. I wanna lick it and smell it and- Please, Daddy!”

“Oh, fucking-Yes! Go on, my little prince. Do it. Make yourself and Daddy feel good, ‘kay?” Roman gave his enthusiastic consent to your surprise.

For a moment, you hesitated, only blinking up at him in uncertainty. To help you along, Roman halted his hip movements to not lose his balance, when he removed his right hand from your chest and cupped the back of your head in it as he gently guided it up and pushed your face against his left armpit.

As soon as you felt the coarse hair against your nose, lips and chin, you moaned loudly, stretching your neck to press your nose in further as you inhaled deeply. The clean smell of his deodorant was absolutely intoxicating to you; especially when you were able to detect his own scent underneath. After a couple of moments, you stuck your tongue out and gave it a few experimental licks, before you really dove in, moaning in delight at the feeling and taste of it.

Roman let go of your head, now that he was certain that you were able to keep yourself propped up like that. Then he placed his hand on the mattress, next to your head, so he could resume grinding against you to get you both off.

Feeling the unique sensation of the lace against his bare, hard and aching cock was entirely too good to be true. And with the way you were immersed in his armpit, while you were also still running your hands through his chest hair and tweaking his nipples occasionally, he was surprised that he hasn’t come yet; although he could already feel his orgasm approaching by then.

Only when he felt the telltale twitching of your abdomen against his own and the way you thrust your hips upwards in a desperate attempt to get more friction, did he allow himself to let go and grind down in earnest.

A few seconds later, you were moaning loudly, arching your back as you pushed your head back into the pillow beneath you, and coming inside your lace panties, ruining them with your warm, sticky seed.

Watching you come undone like that, Roman could finally feel the telltale heat and tightness in his thighs and stomach. So he stopped his movements and wrapped his right hand around his cock. He was jerking himself off quickly with practised ease, until he was coming all over your panties and abdomen.

Breathing heavily, Roman let go of the headboard and moved off of your lap, lying down beside you. Then he put his hand on your stomach and rubbed his come into it, before continuing with your panties. After all, they were already ruined, so it didn’t really matter anymore. Usually, he would be so disgusted by such acts, but at that moment he couldn’t have cared less, considering how good it felt against his skin to spread his cooling come across the lace fabric, creating a sensation he’s never felt before.

“You did very well, my little prince,” Roman praised you, once he’s somewhat caught his breath and returned to the real world, after such a mind-blowing orgasm.

“Thanks, Daddy,” you replied hoarsely, a dazed smile on your face.

“Rest a little, then we’ll go clean up, ‘kay?” he murmured, kissing your temple ever so softly.

Unable to keep your eyes open much longer, you nodded and tried to shift just a little closer to him, before you were out cold, having fallen asleep already.

Roman followed you suit only moments later, after he thought about the fact that he’s just discovered a whole new set of kinks for himself, all thanks to you.

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julemmaes · 3 years

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Robyn

Rowaelin Month, Day Ten

A/N: I'd planned on posting them in order, but you get what you get. Idk when the other prompts will come tbf. I hope soon. Anyway, I managed to write over 6k words today and I'm pretty fucking proud.

This is just fluff over fluff, so yep enjoy!!

Word count: 3,047

Rowan was unbelievably late as he sped through the streets of Orynth.

So late that the school had called not only him, but also the front desk of the place where he worked when he hadn't answered the call on his personal phone. Sorscha, his assistant, had entered his office with an embarrassed smile on her lips, as if she didn't want to tell him that he had forgotten for the umpteenth time to pick up his daughter from school.

Lorcan had joined him, for some strange reason, but Rowan had stopped bothering when it came to his best friend. He'd been trying to figure out how he reasoned for years and had come to the conclusion that there was no logical sense in the actions of the man sitting next to him, who was currently singing at the top of his lungs to one of the songs on the Frozen CD - which much to the chagrin of both of them, had gotten stuck in his car radio months before, forcing them into hours of torture.

He would never deny that the songs were all quite catchy, but after the sixteenth time Rowan had had to listen to Let It Go at maximum volume, his positive opinion of the film had begun to waver.

As they pulled into the school parking lot, Rowan noticed with deep regret that the only cars still there were those of the teachers and school staff.

They both got out of the car, Rowan walking quickly towards the entrance while Lorcan dragged behind him.

He greeted the caretakers sitting at the entrance, who returned a big smile. A smile that grew even wider when his large, imposing friend entered a few moments later. He stopped to talk to the old ladies and Rowan walked down the corridor he knew led to Robyn's classroom.

He could hear muffled voices from inside the teachers' room on the left and the one he knew belonged to Miss Galathynius coming from the right. He looked out over the classroom, spotting the two people sitting at a desk.

As soon as his daughter saw him, her eyes widened and a huge smile flashed across her face.

No words. No "hello, daddy!" or "I missed you!" from the little girl.

Her teacher turned as she leapt out of her chair and ran towards him, hugging his legs and looking up at him. Rowan smiled at her in turn, running a hand over her hair that was shot in every direction.

"Hello, little bird," he murmured to her. The child's smile widened even more if that was possible.

The woman a few feet away from them pulled herself upright, crossing her arms over her chest and offering a sincere smile to the child, who hid behind his thighs.

Rowan was about to tell her that Robyn was shy with everyone like this, ready to defend his daughter's behaviour as he was used to doing in front of every adult, but he was beaten to the punch.

"It's good to see you, Mr Whitethorn," she said, extending a hand. Rowan shook it without hesitation. "Actually, I just wanted to write you a letter regarding Robyn," she continued, never taking her eyes off the little girl. "Nothing serious," she hastened to reassure him when Rowan grimaced, "quite the contrary. Robyn is remarkably good. One of the best in the class, though I shouldn't offer that information so bluntly."

Miss Galathynius winked at him, but he couldn't process what he'd just been told.

"Sorry, could you-"

The little hands clamped around his trousers tightened a fraction more and Rowan looked down, trying to figure out what was bothering his daughter, but then something happened that he hadn't even dared to dream about in recent times.

"You're here!"

The little girl broke off and ran away from him in less than the blink of an eye.

Rowan turned just in time to see Lorcan grab Robyn in mid-air, spinning her around as he brought her to his chest and showered her with kisses. The loud, incessant laughter that erupted from her seemed too much coming from that fragile little body, but he never tired of hearing it.

"Why hello baby!" said Lorcan laughing in turn, starting to tickle her until she begun to rebel and he was forced to let her slide to the floor. Robyn was still laughing at the top of her lungs and nearly fell to the ground as she squealed left and right, letting herself be pushed around by the closest thing to an uncle she had ever had.

When Rowan turned back to the woman, she was wide-eyed and her lips slightly parted as she watched the massive man dressed completely in black and the menacing face turn into a completely different person the second he had seen Robyn.

He chuckled, "I know, it's not every day you get to see a little girl be so comfortable with a brute like that."

Lorcan, who was listening to everything, looked him straight in the eye and without stopping smiling and playing with the little girl, mouthed to him to fuck off.

"Well, yeah. You caught me a little off guard." she confessed, still shocked to hear how Robyn was having a full conversation with Lorcan. They couldn't hear anything of what she was actually saying, but even just the fact she was talking to someone seemed to have Aelin unsettled.

She returned her attention to Rowan and let out a breath that sounded more like a giggle, "I've never heard her laugh before."

He nodded, blushing a little at the teacher's surprised but relieved tone.

"I'm sure the dean warned you about the problem she has," he said in a low voice. He grimaced at her poor choice of words, "I mean, not problem, but the difficulty she finds in interacting with people she doesn't know."

Liar, he told himself. Robyn hadn't spoken to anyone but him and Lorcan since the day Lyria had died. It wasn't a difficulty, but a response to the trauma that prevented her from speaking to anyone who wasn't part of her immediate family.

"I know, I know. We've been looking for solutions together." she informed him. "I give her a white board every morning. Come on, I'll show you." she turned to the desk they were sitting at earlier and raised the magnetic board, on which a few words were scribbled on. "I'll write here what she might need. Yes. No. I need to go to the bathroom. I'm thirsty. I'm hungry." she read, listing the various options. Rowan gaped. "We've only just started going over the alphabet for a second time, so she can't really read or write yet, as I imagine you know, but the little drawings next to each sentence help her."

She continued talking, but he couldn't quite follow.

The woman in front of him - aside from being breathtakingly beautiful - had done as much as she could to help her child with communication.

"Mr. Whitethorn-"

"Rowan. Please, call me Rowan." he said, clearing his throat once he realized how hoarse it sounded to his ears. Lorcan walked up to them at that point, still holding Robyn in his arms and positioned himself next to him, letting their shoulders touch in a comforting way.

"Call me Aelin, then," she smiled at them both. Then she made a small grimace, turning to Rowan, "I wanted to ask if it bothered you, that I sought a solution like that. Maybe I put her in distress, embarrassed her. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I wanted to solve this on my own. I really wanted to discuss it with you, with your husband too, to avoid misunderstandings. Maybe we could arrange a meeting."

He was about to tell her that she had given him the exact opposite of annoyance, that he had been more than pleased that she had helped Robyn this way, when her words finally registered.

Lorcan, beside him, had opened his mouth wide and his lips were slowly bending into a mischievous smile.

Rowan furrowed his brow, "I'm sorry, what?"

Aelin's smile seemed to falter. "A meeting? With you? To talk about how to handle the situation," then she shifted her gaze to Lorcan, "You're more than welcome to join as well. I didn't know Robyn had two dads, I apologise for assuming Robyn had a mum and dad. That was very rude of me-"

"I love this," Lorcan whispered, laughing in shock. He turned to Rowan with eyes that sparkled with amusement, "I would definitely be the top."

Rowan looked at him with an expression of complete shock on his face, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Robyn gasped, opening her eyes wide and bringing a hand to her mouth, pointing then to Rowan's.

"Yeah, sorry, love. I shouldn't have said the bad word." he apologised, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. He turned back to Miss Galathynius, "I'm sorry to have to disappoint you, but we're not married."

"No need to lie, sweetie. I'm sure Aelin," he gave her a knowing look, "doesn't mind at all about our relationship status."

Aelin nodded, "Well, yes. That doesn't change anything. Mr..." she turned to Lorcan, searching for a name.

"Salvaterre."

"Mr. Salvaterre can still attend. The fact that you are not yet married is no reason why you cannot both be present at the meeting. You don't have to worry, we are a very tolerant school and if anyone bothers you, you can come directly to me."

A sound of sheer glee escaped Lorcan.

Aelin continued, "I mean it. I was pleased to see both of you today. I was also pleased to see Robyn smiling so much." she concluded, looking the little one in the face.

Rowan took a deep breath, bracing himself, "No, I meant, we're not a couple. We're not gay. He's her uncle."

The woman's blonde eyebrows shot up and a second later she turned almost as red as the dress Robyn was wearing as Lorcan shook his head muttering something very much like 'you're no fun', which made Robyn giggle.

"Why did you even get off the car?" he asked him exasperated.

Lorcan shrugged, "Because I missed my little bean, you monster." he replied, clutching Robyn to his chest. The little girl clutched Lorcan's shirt in her chubby little hands and Rowan huffed, shaking his head.

Aelin brought her hands to her face, leaning against the desk behind her. She shook her head, her face still hidden, "Oh, god. I'm so sorry."

Lorcan let out a dry laugh, "Don't worry about it. It was fun while it lasted." then he turned to Rowan again, who was still trying to recover from the idea of being involved in a relationship with his friend, "You're really no fun."

"Yeah, no fun dad." repeated Robyn.

Silence fell over the class. Rowan looked at her with wide eyes and blinked once, twice. Robyn was staring at him with a sweet scowl that mimicked so much that of the man who was still holding her, but Rowan couldn't get over the fact that his daughter had spoken while Aelin was still beside them.

He was about to talk, noticing how Robyn had started squirming in Lorcan's arms, when there was a knock at the door.

They both turned, Aelin peering over Rowan's shoulder, and saw the figure of a petite girl with black hair and eyes standing in the doorway, watching them with her head slightly bent to the side. She had a tag on her t-shirt that was too colourful to belong to someone who didn't work in a school with children, so he guessed she was a teacher herself. Besides, Rowan felt like he'd seen her elsewhere. Probably every day when he picked Robyn up from school, he said to himself.

"I know you're not supposed to eavesdrop but I stopped by earlier and heard you were a couple of dads," she said by way of introduction. "I just wanted to reassure you that the school is an extremely safe place. I'm the one who did most of the interviews with the parents," that's where they had met then, "and one of the questions that is asked is just about the tolerance of the people who will be attending the school."

Aelin watched her, remaining silent the whole time and putting on an amused smile, nodded, "That's what I was telling them. How tolerant the school is. They make such a cute couple, don't you think, Elide?"

Rowan turned to her, arching an eyebrow, silently asking her what she was doing. The woman, as if she could truly understand what he was trying to convey to her, nodded her head towards Lorcan, who Rowan only then noticed was standing weirdly, his eyes fixed on the woman in the doorway.

He grinned, deciding to take his revenge right away. "Oh, yes. Thank you so much for the reassurance," Rowan began to play along as well. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lorcan turn towards him, dropping Robyn to the floor, who made a disapproving noise at being dumped so suddenly. "We are happy to know that this school is a safe place for our daughter. And for us."

Elide offered him a blinding smile, "Good. I'm happy to hear that you are pleased so far. And I am happy that Aelin is the one who is taking your daughter's class. She's the best one here."

Rowan didn't know her yet, but he knew the thing Elide had just said could only be true.

"Well," she said again, giving them an apologetic smile, "I really must go now, but if you need anything, you can find all my contact details on the website. Have a nice day!"

Aelin and Rowan said their goodbyes, thanking her. Lorcan took a while to recover, but when he realised he was staring into empty space he ran towards the door, almost stepping on little Robyn, who was moved by Aelin.

"We are very much not gay, miss!" he shouted into the hallway. Aelin, now beside him and with a hand on Robyn's shoulder, cackled. With Lorcan's infinite luck, someone walked by just then and gave him a stern look. "Oh, shut up ma'am. I'm an ally. The best ally."

Rowan shook his head as Lorcan launched himself in pursuit of the poor teacher and burst out laughing when he heard him shout, "I'm not homophobic! I'm willing to suck someone's cock if I have to prove it to you!"

Aelin opened her mouth wide before bursting out laughing in turn.

Robyn, seeing both adults so happy, giggled too and Rowan bent down to pick her up. The little girl laid her full head of white-light hair on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

She was tired and Rowan really needed to get her home to sleep.

He glanced at Aelin and reduced his lips to a thin line, "I'm sorry about the commotion, I'll try not to bring him into the building again. Even if it means tying him to the seat."

The soft laugh she gave made something tighten in his chest. He frowned.

Aelin didn't seem to notice the effect she had on him, "Don't worry, Elide is crazy about fools like him. If he says the right things, we might start seeing each other outside of school too."

Rowan nodded, now too caught up in the thought of having to take Robyn home to focus on anything else.

They agreed on when to hold the parent-teacher meeting and then he grabbed Robyn's backpack, walking towards the exit.

He was thoughtless as he reached into his pocket for his keys and balanced everything else - including the girl - on his other arm, but when Robyn's hand brushed his cheek, he looked down and his eyes met their twins. Green against green.

"What is it?"

The little girl's voice never stopped making him smile. Each time was like the first time she had said dada.

"I really like her."

Rowan frowned, "Who?"

"Miss Aelin." she whispered, almost as if she was afraid they might hear her.

He smiled at her, "Yeah? You like her?"

"She's nice to me."

Rowan had to put her down as he opened the door and let her get into the back seats by herself.

"I'm glad she's treating you well, love," he let her know, buckling her in.

He hoped she'd tell him more about her new teacher, but like any kid her age, the topic of conversation couldn't last for more than four lines apiece, "Where's Uncle Lorcan?"

Rowan snorted, "No idea, little bird."

Robyn nodded, "Elide is pretty too."

And as if those words had summoned him, Lorcan appeared beside the car, making them both scream. He entered the car in a heartbeat and turned to his daughter, who was still settling into the seat. "Do you know Miss Lochan?"

But before she could answer him, Rowan had entered the car in turn and smacked the back of his head, which made the Robyn giggle, "You're not using my daughter as your wingman. Now stop it and buckle up."

Lorcan gave him a gentle push, before doing as he was told and for once he was happy he'd convinced him to do something.

Or at least, Rowan thought he had convinced him.

"What if I left you a note to deliver to Miss Lochan, Rob? Would you be up for it?"

Rowan knew, even without looking at her, that she was nodding emphatically.

Keeping his eyes on the road, he murmured, "Could you stop calling my daughter Rob, please? You'll give her an existential crisis."

Lorcan clicked his tongue against his palate, "Rowan, I'm not giving her a damn thing. We live in this new world, okay? Your daughter could be called Simon and still be a beautiful princess. Grow up and educate yourself before you talk shit."

"Aaaah!" shouted Robyn, "Bad word!"

Rowan sighed and shook his head, but still he was smiling.

This was his life. Had been for the past two years.

And he wouldn't change it for the world.

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ladyloveandjustice · 2 years

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Summer and Fall 2021 Anime Overview

So I didn’t do an anime overview in the fall, mostly because I was busy but also because the only anime I really find worth noting from the summer wassss...

Kageki Shoujo!!

One sentence summary: Ai is an ex-idol who has trauma regarding men and she joins a takarazuka academy (all female theatre troupe) purely to limit contact with them.. then she is swept up in the energy of her new roommate, a strange, tall girl named Sarasa who is aiming to play Oscar in Rose of Versailles.

Shoujo (well, it also ran as a seinen, which is a good sign that demographics are breaking down) manga doesn’t get many adaptations these days, so I try to pay attention to it when it does. I’m also really interested in takarazuka, so that drew me into it too. Overall, this show is really solid experience with an interesting cast and likeable main duo in Ai and Sarasa.

Where people might have trouble with it are the more personal, heavy topics it tries to tackle. Ai is a victim of childhood sexual assault, for instance, and the show portrays this fairly unflinchingly- but I know a lot of people have mixed or entirely negative feelings on how her trauma is addressed by the end. For me, I do have my issues with it, but I think the story was at least making a sincere effort to take Ai and her pain seriously (this is more apparent in the manga- there’s a small but important scene that’s cut where Ai has her trauma dismissed because it was “just” a nonconsensual kiss” and it’s shown that this badly affected her. I wish the anime had kept it because that stuck out to me as an important think to impress. When I was a teen and someone (my age, at least) tried to assault me in a similar matter, I also downplayed it because it wasn’t anything compared to what others go through, and seeing ‘your pain matters’ expressed like that got me.)

There’s also a storyline with bulimia, and as someone with a (non-bulimia) eating disorder, it also had a little bit a hollow feeling- the character’s problem was fairly neatly resolved within an episode with a pep talk and the toxic way a teacher treated her that helped trigger the disorder was never addressed or explored, really.

Honestly though, I prefer shows actually making an effort to try to address these issues and how they impact young girls, while clearly sympathizing with said girls, even if it falls short, to shows that will include sexual assault and fat jokes as a friggin’ gag. It’s not an either/or- obviously there’s both shows that don’t include these gags and shows that handle these topics with more of an eye towards cultural harm- but idk, when Kageki Shoujo gets a lot of flack for this by the same fans who won’t critique their favorite shonen for treating these issue as fun and games, it rubs me the wrong way. Kageki Shoujo’s DEFINITELY not for everyone, absolutely, but it’s not the garbage standard either.

As for the larger plotline, while the cast is solid, not every girl’s story is a winner (Anime has One Plot for characters who are twins, I swear), but the fact that Sarasa started out wanting to be in kabuki and excelled but was barred due to her gender, then has to adjust her acting as she tries her best with Takarazuka, is really interesting and taught me a little about both forms of theatre. The anime isn’t directly critical of either Kabuki or Takarazuka’s gender barriers, but by showing Sarasa’s pain and her struggle being outside those narrow margins, it’s likely to get a viewer thinking. Kageki Shoujo’s willingness to show both struggle and triumph in a more grounded manner than other media that draws on takarazuka tropes makes it more memorable that most of the other anime that came out this year. If you like theatre, you can do a lot worse than this show.

Now onto the Fall 2021 shows!

Ranking of Kings

One-sentence summary: Boji is small, physically weak and deaf, so despite being a prince, he’s overlooked by his kingdom- but when he meets a strange shadow creature and faces a conspiracy to keep him off the throne, he’s gonna have to show what he’s made of...

Ranking of Kings isn’t over, but has been a consistently solid and a joy to watch so far. With a distinctive soft, fairy tale aesthetic and great animation, a sweet, sympathetic protagonist, layered and interesting supporting character and an intriguing story, it hits it out of the park in nearly every respect. Boji is very easy to root for. His disability is treated as just a part of who he is, one that can provide additional challenges, but those who love him support him. And it’s nice the show so far doesn’t take any shortcuts depicting it- sign language is used and one hard of hearing animator talked about how nice it felt to animate it accurately. His deafness also doesn’t give him any fantasy superpowers so far either (though there are plenty of those otherwise!) and his shadow-bro is adorable. Character who initially seem to be stock fairytale archetypes (like the ‘evil stepparent and stepsibling’) end up having a lot more to them. And the plot continues to thicken.

I do wish the show had more female characters and sometimes I get a little bored with the amount of buff stoic action guys it boasts, but depending on how it finishes up, it’s an easy contender for anime of the year.

The Heike Story

One sentence summary: A young biwa player who can see the future through one eye, gets involved with a warmongering and likely doomed clan ...can these people only march inevitably on to their fate?

The Heike Story is historical anime with a huge cast very focused on political drama, so it can be really hard to follow the names and who’s doing what at time (the subs don’t help much by not distinguishing which ‘Emporer’ is being talked about, since there’s an old dude who was formerly emporer, his son, then his son’s son...) but I honestly found myself not caring as much about that, because I was swept away by the anime’s sheer artistry and the wonderful way it translated the emotions of a classic text (it’s based on the pre-1330 text The Tale of the Heike). The anime makes no bones about being a tragedy from the beginning, but as it unfolds it becomes a haunting tales about the futility of grappling for power, fruitless cycles of violence and the importance of remembering loss and storytelling itself.

It also touches on gender roles a bit- Biwa is a new addition to the old story. She’s afab, but dresses in male clothing at the advice of her father. She’s referred to as she/her in the subs, though in the context of the modern day it’s hard to say what her gender identity would be.Her relationship with a woman who’s very aware of how constrained she is by her social role as a woman, but still manages to show strength and defiance, is a strong, bittersweet thread throughout this entire story- (a moment between them in the last episode make my heart hurt so bad and so good)- as is Biwa interacting with other women who carve their own lives amidst war and exploitation.

The anime is done in a super memorable, incredibly charming (to me) animation style that immerses you in the era. It’s a deeply Buhddist storyline, and the atmosphere is impeccable However, it’s certainly not for everyone- since it’s an ancient Japanese text, it might not be surprising to learn there’s a ton of (not gory) suicide along with the war, that while framed as tragic is accepted as an inescapable part of culture and life and there are some other general fatalistic elements. But if you can handle that and dig historical and/or artistic anime, this is unmissable.

One sentence summary: One day, Miko is suddenly able to see horrible spirits and afraid of attracting their attention, she pretends to ignore them...all while being terrified on the inside.

I also dipped my toes into Mieruko-chan though I didn’t watch episode 2 or most of episode 3 (having skimmed through the manga and knowing those were the worst parts as far as being sleazy and making light of sexual assault). But I do like some low-key horror, and I just found myself wanting to watch the end. While the camera leers less after the first few episodes, it still leers quite a bit and is a constant backdrop. And there was a lot of hubbub in the ann forums about the censorous West hating sex blablabla when anyone spoke out about this, let me just say- setting aside how the ridiculous butt shots actually genuinely break immersion into the creepiness of Miko’s situation in the first episode (frex), setting aside that Miko is a goddamn teenager, it’s very hard, for me, to understand the importance of leering at a character who wouldn’t be comfortable with it at all. The anime both asks us to put ourselves in Miko’s shoes and empathize with Miko’s terror, with her vulnerability, her kindness, then wants to shove our eyes up her ass crack of this scared vulnerable child, when I now know her well enough to know she wouldn’t like anyone leering at her like that. It’s very jarring, I don’t get how you can mentally do both at once without feeling weird. But hey, anime fans often don’t like empathizing with female characters as anything more than sexual objects, so it makes sense they don’t understand my discomfort.

As far as the story goes, the monster effects are pretty nice and creepy, and the story itself is a pretty middling supernatural series. Sometimes the gags feel overused, but usually it throws enough variety in there that they’ll do, and the little story line it develops at the end is entertaining enough, but not anything groundbreaking. I’d say if you’re uncomfortable leering at teen girl characters, there’s not usually enough interesting going on here to counteract it. Animal murder is also a plot point (though not shown) so look out for that. But (keeping in mind I skipped the worst episodes) I don’t have regrets about watching it. I was just itching for some slice-of-life spookiness, and this scratched it fine for the most part, with occasional jarring reminder the creators are gross.

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Warnings: Suggestive? Fluff? Crack? Well idk. Mentions of food. Domestic af SF9. Yes that is a warning. Sensitive neck! SF9. Just go with it 💀.

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"I'll hug you and you click the picture"

"Okay. But you'll have to help me angle it properly cause of your outfit."

"I know I know. Just turn it a bit towards me. Okay. Yes!" You exclaim finally happy with the angle. Clicking a good number of selfies with your boyfriend Youngbin, you check them to make sure that you atleast got a few you can post.

Monitoring the pictures along with you, Youngbin holds you close to him even after the photo session. You see, there was a wedding. One of your friend's. And being your boyfriend, Youngbin offered to be your date.

So here you both are, all doll'd up and pretty, finally taking couple pics after what seems like forever. Smiling happily you bounce on your feet. The pictures turned out perfect!

To celebrate, you kiss him joyfully, well you ended up kissing his neck because that the height you are able to reach with your heels right now. Pulling away with a small smile, a frown takes over when you notice your lipstick mark on his neck.

Widening your eyes, you panic trying to figure out how you can remove the mark quickly. Remembering that you have tissues in your bag, you take take it out and begin to clean.

"I'm sorry. I forgot I had lipstick." You say sadly, but concentrating on the task in hand. Youngbin, however, is still frozen in his spot, not even moving his eye lids. When you finish and move away, he breathes out contracting his chest.

"Jagi." He huffs slowly. "You, you can't just do that." He says in a small pout.

"Do what?" You look in his eyes. Realizing that you meant nothing by it, his face just breaks into a smile.

"Nothing. Let's go. Or we're going to be late!" He exclaims wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you to walk with him.

Inseong

A lovely afternoon spent with your boyfriend. Aka. You having your nose in your novel and him having his nose in his novel. It's actually something you both do often. And then comes the regular discussing favourite parts, which he claims is the best part of your mini book club.

You were both seated at opposite ends if the couch, when you huffed closing your book. Now, normally you would've finished it, but for some reason your eyes were starting to lose focus. Maybe it was stress or overworking. Keeping the book on the table in front of the couch, you slowly crawl away from your side to his.

Peering over his shoulder, you try to see what page he is on.

"What are you doing?" Inseong asked with a smirk.

"Nothing. Just cuddling my super cuddly boyfriend" you said whilst moving your legs on his lap and hands landing around his shoulders. Kissing his cheek with a smile, you nest your head in his neck, closing you eyes when you feel his arm on your back.

Blinking your eyes open, you mindlessly pout, tired and a bit bored. 'Hmm, he smells nice', you think to yourself. Sliding your head back a little on his shoulder, you start to drag your pouty lips against his neck, occasionally pecking it too.

Biting his lip, Inseong shuts his eyes, moaning in satisfaction as you kiss his neck. Giggling at his reaction, you stop what you're doing. "Are you actually getting turned on by me just kissing your neck? " you ask with the biggest smile on your face.

Reciprocating your smile, Inseong chuckles, opening one of his eyes to look at you. "Not my fault. You just know how to drive me crazy for you." He says leaning forward to capture your lips in a dizzying kiss.

Jaeyoon

Sitting on a chair near the dining table, Jaeyoon scrolls through his phone, scouring for a new recipe to try out. Finding one that seems interesting, he clicks on it and starts to read. Being so engrossed in learning it, he fails to notice you come out of the bedroom.

Almost walking past him towards the fridge, you stop in your tracks and decide to have some fun. Tapping his left shoulder, you wait for him to turn but quickly move to the right. Snickering silently, you repeat the same action again, now tapping his right side, but he notices your hair before you moved.

Chuckling he looks down shaking his head. "Jagiya, you're very cute. But not very slick." He laughs when you whine into his neck. Relaxing onto his back, you pout sadly.

"What are you seeing?" You ask curiously.

"A new recipe you might like. I think we have all the ingredients, so I was planning on trying it. What do you think?" He hums in question, raising a hand to pet your hair.

"Okay. I'll be happy with whatever you feed me." You reply genuinely. Playing a kiss on his cheek first, he turns to look back to his phone smiling. But you wanted to kiss him more. So instead you just choose to kiss his neck.

Licking your lips a little, you press a medium kiss on his neck, making his stop everything he was doing. Unfazed, you walk to the fridge to take a cold water bottle from it. Turning you gasp, almost colliding into Jae's chest.

"Jae... " you say looking at him, wondering why he's standing so close to you. Sighing he leans down to your height, kissing you on the lips once. Twice. Thrice.

Keeping the water bottle on the kitchen counter next to the fridge, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, feeling his back muscles as you make out with your boyfriend. Loving your reciprocation, Jaeyoon lifts you off the ground and makes you sit on the counter, not breaking the kiss for one second...

Dawon

You gasp in surprise when you feel a strong chest hug into you. Kissing the side of your head, Sanghyuk smiles, happy to finally have you in his arms after another long day of work.

"Hi"

"Hi baby. You took a shower?" You ask, noticing that he's wearing only sweatpants.

"Yeah. I went to the gym after work." He replies, walking towards the mirror to apply his moisturizer.

Nodding you change out of your work clothes, finally feeling like you can breathe again. Now it was your turn to hug him.

Approaching him slowly, you tickle your way around his torso and abs, resting your forehead against his ear you sigh satisfactorily. Smiling widely at your clingyness, Sanghyuk continues to moisturize. "Tired?"

Humming a response you open your eyes and breathe out, having closed your eyes as soon as you hugged him. Pluckering your lips, you lean up to kiss one long sweet kiss on his neck. And then another next to it. And another.

"I thought you were tired." He says in a deadpanned tone.

"I am" you hum.

"Fuck it. I'll do most of the work then" Turning around, Sanghyuk stares down at you, biting his lip sexily making your breath hitch and mind go blank. Grabbing your waist in one hand to pull you flush into him, he leans down to connect your lips together while his other hand cups your butt, asking you to jump into his arms so he can take you to bed for a long, long night.

Zuho

You were laying across the couch, you boyfriend Juho sitting on the ground, his back on the same couch near your head. You were waiting for your lunch to be delivered, the app saying it'll take only a few minutes.

The day was spent well with taking the cats to the vet, then going grocery shopping and coming back home and putting them in their respective containers. Of course the whole ordeal tired you both out. So you decided to treat yourselves by ordering in.

You laugh silently as Juho played with Kompangg, making weird sounds to get the feline's attention and to make her meow. Huru of course the rebel, in his own world, sleeping cutely in his bed.

Pulling yourself forward by your arms, you place you head on Juho's shoulder, trying to help him play with his younger pawed child. When she finally meowed after a lot of both of your efforts, you cheer extending your arm to pet her ears.

Smiling at her doey eyes, you place an innocent kiss on Juho's neck, resuming your previous position on the couch.

"Why did you do that? " Juho asks, putting Kom in the ground. Turning to you with a smirk, Juho leans his hands on the couch.

"Do what?" You ask quizzically, cause you really didn't know. Looking at your clueless expression, Juho realizes that you didn't mean anything by that kiss. Pursuing his lips, he looks down on his lap, cringing at his dirty mind.

"Did you think I wanted sex?!" You accuse him when you figure out what he was thinking. Scratching the back of his neck, he laughs timidly trying to think of an excuse when the front door bell rang.

"Ah! Yes food's here!" He says quicky, sprinting off towards the door while you laugh.

Rowoon

Sprawled widely on the bed, Seokwoo replies to his texts with a pout on his lips while waiting for you to join him so he can cuddle you to sleep. Jumping onto the bed, you grab your pillow and lay on top of it for support while looking into his phone too.

"Why do you have so many at this time? "

"I ignored the group from morning." He replies.

Nodding your head, you sigh in exhaustion from the day's work. Pushing half of your body on his, you rest your chin in his neck and close your eyes. What you've been addicted to since dating him, was situating yourself on top of him whenever where ever he lies down. It always gave you warmth. And him a sense of feeling small. He also loves it when you give him a back massage or draw on top of his wide back, just for the fun of it.

"Okay! I'm done. Let's sleep." Seokwoo says making you open your eyes in surprise.

"Okie" you say in a small voice, bending down to peck his neck before rolling off him onto your side if the bed.

Opening his mouth for a good ten seconds, he licks his lips and turns his head to look at you. Seeing you wrap yourself in the comforter like a burrito, he blinks in confusion.

Once settled, you look at him in question, wondering why he isn't tucking himself in. "Why are you not turning? Are you okay? "

Your words pull him out of his trance. Opening his mouth to answer, but closing it again when he realizes that he doesn't have one, he just looks at you.

"Nothing. Good night." He finally says, wondering why such a simple action took him by so much surprise.

Yoo Taeyang

Smiling lovingly Taeyang stands in the kitchen preparing an even more love filled meal for you. He knows how you've only had a small breakfast, so he took it upon himself to make you something delicious for when you come out of the bedroom after attending all your meetings.

Humming along with the song playing in the background, he stirs the contents of the pot. "Y/N will like this." He says to himself. And as if you cue, he hears the bedroom door open and from there came out a very tired you.

Walking into the kitchen, you let your feet drag you till you're behind Taeyang. Wrapping your arms around his torso while being careful of the hot vessel on the stove, you rest your head on his back. "I hate work" you complain pouting.

"I know. " he agrees, chuckling at your childish behaviour. Taking in a deep breath, smelling the aroma of your lunch, you sway in happiness while still hugging Taeyang. Rising on your tippy toes, you place a small kiss on his neck, squeezing him tightly in your arms. Freezing he widens his eyes as his shoulders tense at your actions.

"You're amazing" you compliment him. Pulling away you begin to walk towards the bathroom, completely failing to notice your blushing mess of a boyfriend.

"You can't just do that!" He complains loudly to a still very clueless you.

Hwiyoung

Tired from overworking yourself, you close your eyes leaning back in your chair. Youngkyun was sitting next to you, doing his work. Noticing your despair immediately, he pauses and saves his work first, then yours.

"Let's go take a nap. We've been here long enough." He says, worry laced in every syllable.

Nodding you push your chair back a bit, until your legs are out. Lifting your arms up to him, you silently ask him to carry you to bed. Smiling at your cuteness, he obliges, not having the heart to say no to you. Like always.

And so he gently picks you up bridal style and walks to the bed. And just as, if not even more gently, he places you on the bed. Unfolding the blanket, he spreads it on the bed before getting in with you, making sure you are tucked in well.

Attacking him as soon as he's settled next to you, you throw one leg across his torso and intertwine your hands on his chest,nuzzling your nose shamelessly in his neck. Chuckling he starts to pat your shoulder, back and head, to put you to sleep.

Releasing a breath finally feeling relaxed, you turn your head up to kiss him, not really caring where you ended up kissing him, but you kiss him. "I love you" you mumble against his skin.

Biting his lip, he continues to pat you to sleep, while he lays there wide awake, still feeling the aftermath of your simple kiss. Little do you know, he's silently begging his hormones to calm down or else he will never hear the end of it.

Chani

A typical Saturday afternoon for the two of you. You are engrossed in your work while Chanhee is on his desktop playing games. Being cooped up in your work for so long, you decide that you needed to take a break. Probably a snack too.

Getting up from your position, you walk towards Chanhee's chair to wrap your hands around his shoulders. Smiling when he feels your presence behind him, he just continues to play his game. Playing a sweet kiss on his cheek, you lean your head against his temple, averting your attention to the screen.

"What"

"Nothing. Just trying to see what's so interesting in the game."

Lifting your head to look at him for a moment, you bend down and press your nose to his neck. Giggling at your action, Chani is about to protest when he freezes in his spot. Playing tiny pecks of admiration on his neck repeatedly, you close your eyes happy to be in his warmth.

"Stop! " Chani exclaims in surprise, pausing the game.

Opening your eyes at this sudden outburst, you look at him with curious eyes. "Why?"

"Do you- Are you- ah.... " Gulping he is at a loss for words. Staring at your with wide eyes he just opens and closes his mouth.

Blinking you giggle at his flush state, not really catching what's going on in his mind. "I'm gonna make myself a snack. When you decide what and how you want to tell me, I'll be ready." You laugh exiting the room, leaving a very dumbfolded Chani in your wake.

#not sure if this is the best 🥺👉🏽👈🏽#but i tried #sf9 #sf9 reactions #sf9 fluff #sf9 imagines #sf9 scenarios #sf9 x reader #sf9 x reader fluff

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i’m so happy ur on tumblr now!! i love between the lines so much, could you write a blurb or one shot about mgg and a younger co-star, but like very spicy if possible 🙃, idk i just love that scenario🥵.

i was literally about to write "omg i love this concept too!" and then i was like “well no fucking shit, sophi.” lol. YES i can 10/10 write you a one-shot with a similar scenario! also thank you for your kind words that was the first fic i ever wrote so it’s very near and dear to my heart!

summary: reader goes to a holiday party with her co-stars and best friend, Matthew... but all the fun happens in the dressing room.

content warnings: this one is quite dirty but i’m also proud of it lol. unprotected penetrative sex, oral (female receiving), degradation, use of the term “little girl,” creampie, age gap. dirty talk?

pairing: Fem!Reader/Matthew

word count: 4.7k

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"no."

"what do you mean, 'no’?” Matthew laughs, looking between me and the mirror.

"I look like the Ghost of Christmas Past." I lift up the soft white tulle of the dress, watching it float back down to settle over my skin. he's got his eyebrows raised and there's a smirk on his lips like he's holding back a laugh. I resist the urge to reach around and hit him.

"would you rather wear that?" he points to the punch-stained gown that's now laying pathetically over the back of the vanity chair. I genuinely ponder the idea for a moment.

"honestly, the crime scene vibes might work well with the theme of our show."

"seriously, it's not bad, Y/N!" he insists, drawing my attention back to the mirror.

"you're just saying that because you're the one who spilled on me and you don't want people making fun of how clumsy you are." I cross my arms over my chest. he gives me a dubious expression in our reflection on the wall.

"do I seem like I care about that?" he challenges.

"I--" the truth is that no, Matthew is not the type. Matthew is the kind of person to flounder in front of anyone and proceed to crack a joke about himself. he's humble. but I kind of like when we talk like this, our back and forth.

after a year of working together on the same show, he and I have grown incredibly close. I'm friends with all my co-stars, but he and I just have the natural friendship chemistry that makes me want to spend all my time with him. when we're not on set, we're hanging out on his couch or ordering dinner or driving out of town to check out wacky sites around California. we just have fun. pure, clean, honest fun.

of course, in my dreams it isn't pure or honest. frankly, there's a lot of sordid scandal to what goes on in my head when he accidentally touches my arm or brushes his fingers over mine. the amount of times I have gone to cast parties trying to work up the nerve to kiss him are embarrassing. he's older and more experienced and, obviously, he has no interest in me.

but that doesn't matter.

the only reason I'm standing in a dressing room alone with him is because he knew someone on the crew who could hook me up with a replacement for the night. he left while I slipped out of the old one and came back in only after knocking and checking, like, twice to make sure I was decent. he's so respectful that it's almost like he's afraid of making me think the wrong thing-- which makes me feel absolutely stupid for my almost schoolgirl crush.

"come on, you look great. let's go enjoy the party."

"was this a dress one of the victims was wearing?" I ask with a laugh.

"probably. not like we carry a lot of gowns on set." he grabs my hand, makes my heart leap into my throat. he only does it to urge me along, but it still feels intimate as I follow him out of the room, tossing one more evaluative glance at myself in the mirror. I seem terrified.

we continue to do our rounds at the party, Matthew filling my glass of eggnog even though I hate it. I wince and take a sip while we talk to some of our co-stars.

"what's wrong with you?" Shemar chuckles at my expression.

"lost a bet."

"with whom?" he glances between Matthew and me, knowing damn well already from the mischievous grin on the former's face.

"I told you not to take it." Matthew says over the rim of his glass.

"if you mention it one more time, I'm gonna throw up eggnog all over your outfit." I threaten him, but we're both smiling. Shemar frowns.

"what was the bet?"

"you know David-- the guy I was telling you about?" I reply quickly, determined to give my side of the story. Shemar nods; I told him last week when David oh-so-chivalrously danced up on me at a club and asked me out. usually in those situations, guys just want a one-night stand, so I was impressed and agreed. "anyway, Matthew said if it turned out that he was a weirdo, he would get to pick my drinks for the next week whenever we go out."

"your drinks? that's specific."

"she's so picky!" Matthew teases me.

"leave me alone, you dick!" I elbow him and he dodges just in time.

"tell him why he was a weirdo." he grins. the glare I give could kill. but Shemar is waiting expectantly for me to share the information, so I sigh and set my jaw before telling the truth.

"he collects antique dental tools."

"what?" Shemar laughs disbelievingly. I throw my hands up.

"I don't fucking know. we went back to his apartment and he showed me his whole collection."

"you're attracted to weird people, Y/N." Matthew says. I raise my eyebrows and almost say something that dooms me. I hold my tongue, however, and turn back to Shemar with a reserved smile.

"anyway, how are you?"

...

the cast holiday party is actually pretty fun. I tend to leave these functions early in favor of my couch and some ice cream, but something about the bright colors and the smell of wintergreen in the air makes me want to linger in the studio.

I stuff myself with sugar cookies and Matthew mercifully lets me switch from eggnog to Sprite. normally, I'd drink at such an occasion, but I'm a messy drunk and this is one of my first real jobs as an actress. I don't want to even come close to jeopardizing that by breaking some expensive equipment or something.

my throat gets a little sore from all the talking I do-- Paget and I spend about half an hour horribly belting out Christmas carols at the baby grand piano they brought in. they originally had someone hired to play it, but the guy disappeared about an hour ago.

by the time it hits around ten pm, my limbs are tired. I thought people would be leaving (a lot of them have families), but the party is still very much raging when I start to wind down. maybe it's because I'm sober.

"hey." Matthew sidles up next to me as I sit at the piano bench with a slice of lime in my mouth. I like to suck the juice out of them; sour things are my favorite.

"hi." I pluck the fruit out and drop it back into my soda. he sits next to me, his cologne filling my senses with the kind of sensual warmth that it shouldn't be making me feel. he always smells so good.

"ladylike." he gestures to the movement.

"is that why you call me 'princess?'" I smirk, half-joking.

"once-- I called you that once!" he defends. it's not a lie. he used the nickname when he was mocking me for my somewhat selective food preferences. it was sarcastic, but I wish it wasn't. something about the way he said it in the moment made me blush.

"is there a reason you've come to grate my nerves?" I raise an eyebrow and he turns away from me as he bites back a smile. I pout. "what?"

"you're talking like a Jane Austen novel."

"what's wrong with Jane Austen?" I defend, skin heating up. his proximity is doing things to me that it shouldn't.

"nothing," he glances at me before moving his gaze to the ivory keys. "do you play?"

"elementary level, sure." I giggle. he runs his fingers over them, never pressing down hard enough to release a sound. I'm entranced by the delicate nature of his actions, the veins and the curve of his fingertips, the sheer width of his hand. I think about it too much for it to be healthy.

"show me." it's a direct order, one that doesn't feel directive but still ends with me placing both hands on the piano and wracking my brain for something to play. I decide on a piece that Paget and I were doing earlier, "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas."

I've never been quite good at piano, and the nearness of his body is like an anvil on my fingers, but I play anyway. and it feels good. his eyes are on me, drawn to my tracings over the instrument as they press and lift and glide.

"sing." I tell him.

"no!" he protests. I don't stop playing, only now getting into the thick of the tune.

"oh, come on. just the chorus..." I plead, turning my head to beg. "please?"

I bat my lashes playfully, fully intending it as a joke, but Matthew softens a bit. for a fraction of a second, I think he looks at my mouth. he turns his head back to the piano and lets out a quiet "here we are as in olden days... happy golden days of yore..."

"there you go!" I egg him on, and he starts to get more into it. his voice is absolutely off-key; he's no singer, and somehow that makes him even more endearing to me.

Matthew has always been this flawless, intimidating figure in my mind. even when we first met, I was certain that he was hiding something because everything else about him is so... perfect. he's funny, sweet, genuinely kind, handsomer than hell. it didn't make sense. but knowing that he can't carry a tune makes me feel a bit better. it humanizes his beauty.

while he sings, I can't help looking at him. his side profile is even more enchanting; the curve of his features meeting a smooth elegance in his jaw and cheek, especially when his mouth is open. he catches me smiling at him and returns it with his own gleeful face, now totally fine with singing like a fool in front of everyone. nobody is even really looking at us-- they're several drinks in and lost in their own universe of drunken laughter.

there's something kind of magical about that, I think. we're sober. when the song draws to a close, I lift my fingers off the keys and into my lap.

"you're quite the Pavarotti." I joke.

"the who?" he furrows his brow with a smile.

"he's a famous opera singer."

"oh," he laughs, "thanks, Mozart."

I twist my face up as I hide my smile. this is also part of the reason I could never tell Matthew how I feel; we just fit together too well. he almost always gets my references and I understand his, even though there's an age gap between us. he's an old soul with a youthful heart.

"how's your night going?" I ask him softly, changing the subject. he sets his hands on his lap, absent-mindedly toying with his fingers. it's not a nervous tendency at all. he does it whenever we're on set.

"as of right now? pretty damn good." he replies with a smile. I get warm again at the implication. he doesn't mean it like that, but god, do I wish he did.

"very smooth." I compliment appreciatively.

"how about you?"

"it was kind of boring, but then this rando sat next to me and started singing Christmas songs and it got a little better." I say flatly, grabbing my glass off the top of the piano and running my fingertip over the rim. he drops his head in a giggle.

"you're something else."

"insult?" I clarify.

"definitely a compliment."

"I like compliments."

"well, I wasn't lying before. you look really beautiful in that dress."

"the murder dress?" I glance down at it to hide the absolute wideness of my eyes at his words. he's completely flustering me and I'm starting to find it hard to breathe. he said I look beautiful. not "pretty," not "great"-- beautiful.

"yes, the murder dress." he gets a little pink in his cheeks, and that makes me want to explode on the spot.

"well, say goodbye to it because I'm gonna go change back into my plebeian clothes," I stand from the piano bench. "it's past my bedtime."

Matthew looks up at me with an unreadable expression and I feel my heart flutter in my chest. I hate leaving him. "do you wanna come with me? like-- walk with me?"

"sure." he nods, stands, and follows behind. I can feel his presence like a delightful reminder of the emotions surging in my stomach. we wind through the crowd of party-goers until we end up back in the dressing room, away from the party. it's quiet.

Matthew walks in with me, carrying our drinks in his hand, and he's about to stroll back out so I can change when I touch his arm. the door shuts automatically behind him.

"wait," I swallow quickly. "can you unzip me?"

"oh." Matthew looks at me, then at the glasses in his arms, then at the vanity. he sets them down and comes back quickly, his frame behind me while his fingertips locate the little piece at the top of my gown. my breath hitches in my throat when he brushes over my spine by accident, one nail dragging accidentally against my skin as the fabric slowly gives way. I don't know if he hears it-- it's nearly imperceptible-- but he definitely hesitates once he reaches the place where my back starts to curve into my ass. he pauses, doesn't breathe until he reaches the end of the zipper.

"there you go." he mutters. his voice is a little more hoarse than usual, and he clears his throat as he steps away. I know he's going to back out. he's going to back out of the room and wait for me to slip into nothing and I know, somehow, that he's going to be thinking about how I look in here with my clothes off. he's going to wish he stayed.

and I'm going to wish he'd done more than stayed.

before I can lose my nerve and allow the moment to be swallowed up by practicality, I shrug the straps of the dress down my shoulders and let gravity take over. it drops to the floor, leaving me in only my bra and panties. I can sense him behind me; he's silent for a moment.

"Matthew." I say, the name sitting on my tongue like a sugar cube. perfectly formed, slowly dissolving.

"y-yeah?" he stutters for the first time since I've met him.

"are you looking at my ass right now?" I ask, still turned around. the way he's frozen in place tells me that I'm right.

"yeah." he admits.

"you can touch it, if you want." I murmur softly. part of me doesn't think this is real, the way each sentence leaves my throat like it's been pre-planned. truly, I don't understand how my brain is moving so quickly.

"are you... sure?" he's hesitant, but even I can taste the longing.

"yes."

his hand smooths over my butt, softly at first like he's still not believing his own eyes, before moving back to grab it. he squeezes the flesh, and a low exhale from him tells me that he's excited.

"do you want more?" my voice barely carries. my head is almost foggy from how good it is to have his grip on my body, even in such a simple way. I can feel myself getting wet.

"how much more?" his lips brush over my shoulder and I get goosebumps. my mouth opens and closes for a moment, searching for the right words.

"however much you want."

it's flint and steel, the way he sparks. the air literally leaves my lungs when Matthew grabs my hips and spins me around to face him. my lips part as I peer up at him, at the lust that now darkens those hazel eyes and the way he holds mine. his touch is certain. he pulls our bodies together, tilts my chin up to kiss me.

it's passionate, strong, the kind of kiss that causes me to lean back a bit just to receive the full force of his desire. but I return the affection easily, moaning into his mouth. I've never been held the way that Matthew holds me. like I'm made of sugar glass, like he wants desperately to feel the soft give of my skin and make a home of me.

the heat between our bodies is almost overwhelming, and I sigh when he subtly pushes our hips together. his erection is against my stomach.

"fuck." I mutter when I pull away for air. Matthew doesn't stop his perfect movements, though, tugging my earlobe between his teeth and starting to leave love bites up my skin and over my shoulder. he chuckles against my throat. I shiver.

"you alright, little girl?" he asks.

"just--" I let out a moan at the sensation of his fingers exploring my bare waist. he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra. "just surprised."

"about?" he slides the straps down my shoulders and looks me in the eye. the lack of physical contact makes me whine.

"that you want me."

"how is that surprising?" he smiles, using one index finger to guide me to look at him.

"you don't seem like it."

Matthew raises his eyebrows as if I'm a crazy person. truly dumbstruck. "what?"

"you-- well, I don't know." I frown, but Matthew takes my hand and moves it over his torso until my palm is resting over the considerable bulge in his pants.

"is this enough proof?"

I struggle for words, sputtering. "yeah-- yeah, it is."

he bucks into my hand a little and I bite my lip, eyes moving up to meet his. something passes between us that I don't fully understand, but feel in my bones. I have never, in my life, wanted someone to fuck me as much as I want Matthew to fuck me right now. my jaw clenches.

"I need you." I tell him like this is the most relevant piece of information that will ever pass between us. he smirks.

"yeah?"

"mhmm."

"then lean against the wall and let me give you what you deserve." he orders. for a second, I try to think through what he means. then I look behind me at the open space and back up, him following me closely. his hands move up to cup my breasts, kneading and tweaking my nipples as he kisses my lips. the coolness against my back causes me to gasp, and he swallows the sound with his tongue before moving down my body.

he's torturously slow, taking one of my nipples into his mouth while he shrugs off his suit jacket. he switches to my other peak, one hand splayed over my stomach, and then proceeds southward with his lips. his kisses are delicate, open-mouthed, as they find their way to the waistband of my panties.

he hooks his fingers in them and looks up at me.

"can I eat you out, baby?" he asks. I bite my lip.

"please." like a beg.

"oh, you're polite tonight." he smirks, tugging the garment down my legs and discarding it somewhere in the room. I don't respond, and he doesn't seem to need me to, because he pushes one leg up for better access to my pussy. "let's see if it lasts."

my back curves off of the wall involuntarily when he holds the flat of his tongue against my clit suddenly, trying to roll my hips against his face. my fingers tangle in his hair, one leg resting over his shoulder.

he starts to flick at my clit. I lose grasp of my own language.

"Matthew, that feels so good, I--"

he attaches himself to my bundle of nerves, seemingly turned on by the sounds I'm making for him. he groans as he laps at the wetness between my legs, dipping into my folds and sucking the soul out of me. I whine and use his curls as leverage to gain more friction. he peers up at me.

"needy little girl." he mumbles against my pussy. I shove him back into me.

"make me cum, then." I beg. I can practically feel the devilish smirk on his face as he devours me like he'll never get enough. every twist and lick of his tongue is sending me to new places. I'm panting, chest heaving, while I grab my own tits and buck into his mouth.

he moans. my orgasm hits me like a wave, causing me to nearly thrash with pleasure as I cry out.

"Matthew, keep going, fuck yes!" I feel tears prick the back of my eyes, the culmination almost too much to bear as we hold contact. he stares into my fucking soul as he eats me out, and I want to stay like this forever. it's hard to support myself with my legs going weak, but I love it. the sensations are otherworldly. it's only when I'm about to collapse that I push his face away from me.

"I love your pussy." he tells me, licking his lips as he sets my legs down. I grin and let my head fall back against the wall.

"thanks."

"come here, princess." he takes hold of my hips and guides me over to the mirror, turning me so that he's standing behind my frame. the pet name causes me to smile.

"what?" I reference our reflection. he stares at me, reaching around to squeeze my tits.

"I wanna fuck you in the mirror." such a vulgar thing, said so beautifully. he kisses my cheek. "if that's okay with you."

"I don't care what position we do as long as you're fucking me." I breathe honestly. he chuckles and draws me towards him so his clothed boner is against my ass. I reach behind and work the button on his pants. he undoes the ones on his shirt. we're silent, him watching my naked body move like he's trying to memorize every detail.

when he's finally stripped, he lets me stroke his cock for a couple moments before pushing my upper back forward so I'm holding onto the sides of the mirror. I see him biting his lip as he lines himself up at my entrance.

"you ready?" he checks. I nod and he smiles at me once. pushing in, the smile melts into a jaw-dropped haze, eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Y/N..."

"it's so big." I try to breathe. he's so deep, I grip the mirror until my knuckles turn white. he's going to snap my body in two with the angle of his cock, filling me easily.

"tight little thing." he grunts as he holds himself inside. I can only watch in shock as I try to adjust to the sheer feeling of him. Matthew runs his hands over my sides, my ass, touching whatever he can. "how's that?"

I start to wiggle my hips and he groans at the feeling of my walls desperately swallowing him up. "Matthew, I need it."

"need what?" he thrusts into me and I have to fight a scream.

"need you."

"fuck... yes." he hisses out, sliding into me. "you're so wet I don't even need to try."

I bite my lip to withhold my sounds and he stares me in the eyes in the mirror as he starts to fuck me harder, building a pace with his hips. he growls a little if he hits certain angles, getting ruthless.

"so many times when I wanted to be inside you, princess..." he trails off. I start to play with my clit with one hand, using the other to stabilize myself with the mirror. the idea turns me on.

"when?"

"whenever you have attitude," he pants. "tonight, in that innocent fucking dress. making me wanna pound you like a little slut."

I make a high-pitched sound at the shudder of pleasure that jolts through my stomach at his words, wanting more. I've never heard him talk this way before.

"Matthew, shit--" I rub myself in circles, caught between watching his face and watching the way his hips slam into mine.

"you're begging to be fucked, you know that?"

"am I?" I smile sweetly in the mirror. we're in our own world, locked in a fantasy that I never want to leave. I can feel him in every corner of my body, sinking beneath my skin. he digs his nails into my ass.

"mhmm." he hums. I can feel the familiar weight in my stomach that indicates how close I'm getting. a knot that screams to be undone by his perfect length. I would do anything for more of this. I can taste everything good in the world on my tongue.

"I'm so close." I whine.

"I can tell," he studies my face in the mirror. "so pretty when you're breaking."

"oh--" I feel my thighs tense and my body pulses, the euphoria almost overwhelming. we move steadily, rhythmically, and he pushes my climax to new levels. "faster." I cry.

Matthew is quick to respond, gripping me closer while he plows into me like he's never going to have my body again. the sound of it is filthy, perfect, a mess. he groans at the sensation of my cunt pulsating around his cock.

"cum for me, princess." he moans, losing himself in the embrace of my core. the foggy stare in his eyes is like drowning in the ocean. I sink below, not caring at all about the consequences of him inside me. fuck working together; I need him. "where should I cum?"

"in me." I groan.

"beg." he commands easily, watching my face contort in pleasure. I could pretend to fight it, to give a little attitude, but I don't want to. I love begging for him.

"fill me up, Matthew. please." each word punctuated by the breathlessness of my voice. he gets even more ferocious with me, beating up my pussy until I'm sure he's going to leave me sore.

"right there, right there," he gasps, hitting the same spot that makes me go cross-eyed. "such a good little slut."

his cum shoots into me, deep and warm and erotically twisted, and I nearly collapse. it feels weird, but so good at the same time. full. he groans out my name and withdraws, quick to grab my shoulders and hold me up as I almost fall. I hadn't realized that most of my body weight was supported purely by his thrusts.

"whoa." he lets out a tired laugh, gentle in his touch. I'm heaving air into my lungs.

"sorry." I apologize, my body unstable.

"are you okay?" he seems genuinely concerned and I nod.

"yeah, I'm fine. just a little overwhelmed."

"here," he scoops me into his arms and brings me over to the old love seat in the dressing room, laying his jacket down before putting me on top of it. "can I get you something?"

"Sprite." I gesture to the glass on the vanity, and he smiles as he goes to get it. I gulp down whatever remains of it. "thanks."

"of course." he keeps glancing at my face and the red marks on my hips where he was clutching me like a lifeline. "I'm sorry."

"what?" I set the cup down. "don't ever be sorry for fucking me like that."

"no, I meant--" he laughs, but then he sees my playful expression and realizes that I'm genuinely alright. I think my legs were asleep.

"you're a saint." I tell him. he frowns and shakes his head bashfully. I'm already getting up and collecting my clothes. "or maybe what we just did prevents you from reaching sainthood. I don't know."

he places his hand on my lower back, kisses my forehead tenderly.

"seriously. you're okay?"

"I'm perfectly fine," I assure him. "but I would be better with a milkshake."

Matthew breaks into a slow grin, staring at me like I've done something miraculous.

"how are you so perfect?"

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