#ngl I’m very proud of myself on this one

[megamindsupremacy]

Thank you so much for making and posting the Goncharov cross stitch pattern! Your final product looks so good!

Thank you!! Glad people are enjoying it

#i should make an ask tag #Ngl I was just posting the pattern for the hell of it #but then at least one person actually went for it making the pattern!! #so I’m very proud of myself now

[sytoran]

𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒 | 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐧𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐭.𝟏

you, a regular law-abiding citizen, saved the gods by accident. now, the goddess of lust, natasha, is going to grant you a wish. you could've had just about anything, but looking at the ethereal being before you, there's only one thing on your mind.

pairing: goddess!natasha x dom!fem!reader (G!P)

note: hello, folks! this is the long-awaited goddess!nat fic for the milestone event! i am quite proud of this fic, ngl... got a bit too carried away with some parts ;)

word count: 2.5k

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When you jumped in front of a speeding car to save a cat on the road, you had absolutely no clue that the cat was not, in fact, a cat.

This not-cat was a species of flerken, and it’s name was Goose. Flerkens were extremely dangerous alien creatures. At least, that’s what the Goddess of Galaxies, Carol Danvers, told you.

Trust me, meeting an intergalactic space goddess with a pet killing-machine (that looked awfully like a cat) was about as chaotic and unbelievable as you would imagine it to be.

—

“H-holy fuck!” you yelled, jumping in your seat, as a glowing woman materialised before your very eyes, in your shithole of an office. 

“I do not believe I am holy, even though I am a Goddess.” The woman stated, watching with curious eyes as you tittered over your split coffee. Lifting your laptop and muttering curses, then sifting through the messed up paperwork.

“You’re a what?” You asked distractedly, still panicking over the mess that is your desk. “My boss is actually going to murder me. Or maybe I’ll murder myself first. I am literally- Yeah, okay, how the fuck did you appear like that? And aren’t gods supposed to be like, really huge? You look kinda…… human.”

“I am a goddess.” Carol reiterated with slight annoyance. A literal extraterrestrial being was in front of your eyes, and the only thing you cared about was your damn coffee? 

“We are beings you could only ever fathom from the depths of your imagination, powerful beyond measure. Which is also why we can shapeshift to look like regular human beings, so we won’t scare the shit outta you. Which seems to have still happened.”

You let out a dry bark of laughter. Carol wasn’t sure if you thought she was funny or you were about to burst into tears.

“So, why did you decide to visit me, ever-powerful, omnipresent, all-mighty being?” You asked, half-sarcastically, half simply given up on life itself. The report you had been working on for nearly an hour had been ruined by the fiasco earlier. 

You dropped into your chair, kicking your feet up onto your desk. Loosening your black tie with a weary sigh, you looked at the Goddess’ eyes and continued. “I’m a nobody. I’m an overworked and underpaid attorney. I run on caffeine. I don’t know why or how you’re here, but I really–”

“You saved us. The Gods and Goddesses.” Carol interrupts, firm and unyielding. “We owe you, alright? You get one wish.”

“One wish, to get whatever it is you desire. Anything. Anything at all.”

—

Your story was absolutely one of zero to hero. From an ‘underpaid and overworked attorney’, to having the fucking gods of the multiverse indebted to you, it seemed like a rather unorthodox situation.

“So… what do you want?” Carol had asked you. 

“Uhm, I don’t need anything,” you mumbled, fiddling with your loosened tie. “Like, it’s totally chill between us even if I saved your cat.”

Great. Real cool, Y/N. The middle school boys could never compare to your level of failed attempts at being cool.

“Goose is not a cat, alright?” Carol commented, offended. You mutter an apology. 

“So, what do you want?” she continued impatiently. “Humans thrive off greed. You mortals always want something. What is it, money? A fancy car? A boyfr– okay, not to be stereotypical, but you’re definitely not straight. So, women on your mind?”

You splutter at her outright but nevertheless true allegation. Carol gives you this blank stare that makes you feel stupid. 

“Well, I guess, as a woman, there’s something I do want,” you speak up after a while. Carol raises her eyebrows in interest. “Something I have wanted to try, you know.”

Leaning closer to whisper your deepest desire in the goddess’ ear, Carol’s eyebrows disappear into her hairline. Her impressed, intrigued, embarrassed, and taken aback emotions all morphed into one expression, almost steals a laugh from your lips.

—

“You want me to grant you a cock.”

The Goddess of Lust sits in her throne, a picturesque image of perfection, the statement falling from her lips with such ease. There’s a lilt to her voice you can’t decipher. You just nod, looking unfalteringly at the goddess, as if it was the most normal request in the world. 

The Goddess was slightly perturbed by your lack of, well, awe. There you were, standing in her grand palace, unfazed by the multi-million dollar chandeliers and gold-framed pictures, unfazed by her.

Natasha was just about the most exquisite sight people would kill to lay their eyes upon. Soft curls framed her delicately sculpted face like curtains to a stage, magnificent deep eyes and a more than well-endowed body to complement her pretty face. Her rose-gold dress of satins and sequins dripped with money. There was the thrall she exuded, of seduction so strong that had men and women falling to their knees.

Natasha was the Goddess of Lust for sakes, and the only thing you cared about was redeeming your wish?

She would’ve been annoyed, if not for how unfairly charming you were, standing with your hands in your pockets, a charming gentlemanly smile on your face.

“What kind of cock do you want?” Natasha resorts to ask, a playful smirk on her features. “I’ve seen some interesting ones over the years, intergalactic sex is far crazier than you would imagine. Ooh, do you want tentacles to-”

“Uh, no thanks.” You say hurriedly, a hand going out of your pocket to rub at your nose. It’s the first sign of discomfort or embarrassment Natasha’s seen from you. She grins. 

“Just a regular human one?” She clarifies, pouting at you slightly. 

“That’d be great, yeah.” You respond, back to smiling brightly. Natasha frowns. She knows that there’s something under that stupid gentlemanly facade you’re putting on. She’s craving to get a taste of it.

“What size?” The Goddess asks bluntly, like a Starbucks barista asking for your order on a Monday morning.

“A regular size would be fine, I suppose.” You respond in kind, nodding to yourself assuredly. Natasha winks at you. “Ah, a regular size, I see.”

Before you can decipher that cryptic response, the Goddess stands up, a pillar of superiority and authority. She snaps her fingers, and you’re being pushed back into a fancy chair. Where did the chair come from, anyway?

You forgo the answer to that question as the Goddess begins what you would assume to be the procedure. “Sit tight.”

A surge of pain presses against your crotch area, and you almost keel forward in shock, but the pain goes as quickly as it comes. 

“Wait….. that’s it?” You ask, almost disbelievingly. Natasha nods proudly.

You look down, hands resting on your belt buckle. 

You look up at the Goddess, and she only smirks. 

You pull down your pants in swift fashion, letting out a quiet ‘whoa’ at the bulge in your boxers. It definitely feels bigger than would be regular, but then again you don’t have much knowledge of a man’s cock per se.

“Thank you,” You say, pleased with the results. Trying something new in the bedroom would definitely bring more life to your desolate days.

All too quick for the Goddess’ liking, you’re putting your clothes back on and getting ready to leave. “Thanks for your help,” You say calmly, turning to walk down the long passageway.

God, you just wanted to watch her fall apart.

As you walk, you feel Natasha’ eyes burning holes through your back. Oh, the tension was palpable, building with each step you took. It was getting harder to walk, with Natasha’s thrall like a heavyweight on your shoulders, willing you not to leave.

As you stand before the tall doors, you come to a standstill. Natasha waits in her throne with bated breath, so many words fighting to fall from the tip of her stubborn lips.

Your hand pushes down on the door handle, and that’s the last thing you can do before Natasha snaps her fingers again, and the tension is broken like a snapped coil. Suddenly, you’re pressed against her, looking into her dilated pupils.

“You’re so annoying, you know? I’ve been so fucking horny, looking at you this whole time, and you were about to get up leave?” Natasha asks, her tongue coming out to dart at her pink lips. Her hands have grasped your forearms, but your hands are cinched around her waist, disabling movement.

“No,” you breathe, head moving down to trail open-mouthed kisses along the column of her poised neck. “I was waiting for you.” The Goddess throws her head back under your fleeting touch. 

“Fuckin’ tease,” she mumbles, and you smirk against her skin. You’re rough with her, too, knowing that she isn’t made of glass, sucking purple marks into the pale skin of her neck, shoving your knee between her legs to spread them wider.

“Too much clothes,” Natasha breathes, and then with a burst of magic you’re stripped bare of any article of clothing. Her hands fly to your cock instantaneously, wrapping her delicate fingers around your semi-hard member.

You grunt against her skin, struggling to find a better position to properly have her. Since she’s sitting in the throne and you’re bent over above her, you can barely have her the way you want. Due to your lack of magical power, you resort to doing things the hard way.

Your hands slide under Goddess’ dress, going under her thighs, and then manhandling her up. Natasha’s whines of disapproval turn on deaf ears as you sit yourself in the grand chair, plopping her onto your lap. You don’t miss the way her thighs are already slightly damp.

“Need you inside now, fuck,” Natasha growls into your skin, climbing onto your cock as your hands squeeze at her thighs. You proceed to rip the fabric off her skin, deciding that there’s too much clothing restricting you from getting your hands on her.

And boy, was that a sight you’d never forget. 

“Oh!” The Goddess cries, when you lean forward to wrap your lips around her hardened bud. Your hands don’t rest for a moment, squeezing everywhere – hips, thighs, breasts, ass — whatever you can get your hands on. She’s fucking exquisite.

The stimulation seems to work wonders for Natasha’s pleasure, as she engulfs your cock in her warmth with fervour.

You gasp lowly, a throaty sound escaping your lips. Her hips and ass go up and down, working her cunt around the girth of your cock, wet and warm and slick. You can barely keep up with how desperate she is, and the fact that you have this wonder of a woman falling apart at your hands makes your heart soar.

Matching the rhythm of short upward thrusts with Natasha’s riding makes her moan out loud, a pretty melodious sound that imprints itself into your brain all at once. You wanna hear it a hundreds of times more.

Natasha gets more messy with her riding, as you suck hickeys, light ones and fierce ones, into her collarbone and her neck and breasts. You can’t resist the urge to slap her on the ass as she rides you like it’s the last day she’d be on this universe.

“Ah!” The Goddess moans, and you grip her thighs and push her down hilt deep, and her eyes roll into the back of her head. You feel her cum around your cock, so needy and desperate and mindless, and that triggers your own climax. 

Natasha hadn’t even begun to open her eyes again before she ends up on the floor and you hovering above her, your hands fervently spreading her cunt open. You duck your head down, licking a long stripe up her puffy clit. 

The Goddess writhes, unintelligible moans falling from her lips as you proceed to give her the best fucking cunnilingus of her life.

You’re more than determined to make this an unforgettable experience for the Goddess who probably had sex every other day. 

Natasha doesn’t know what the fuck you’re doing with your tongue, but you’re ravenous and your carnal desire makes her even wetter than before.

She’s slept with plenty of people, human or not, but none of them had ever been this uncouth about her pussy. Oh, it nearly drove her mad, but she was already seeing stars.

Before the Goddess registers what’s happening, your hardened cock slides into her cunt with a flippant ease once again. Natasha lets out a filthy moan as she feels it throb inside her, clenching around you hard.

You slap her thigh in retaliation, but feeling the sudden strike of pain only turns her on further. “Gonna fill you up so good,” you pant. “You won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” 

Natasha takes it as a promise, when you spread her thighs and line your cock up with her pussy. The Goddess of Lust doesn’t think she’s ever wanted anyone this bad.

You enter her roughly, your previously calm exterior completely faded away. You fuck her deeper with each thrust, opening the Goddess up. Pounding into the woman’s cunt like a woman starved, you hear her beg and cry with each thrust.

“Oh, please! More! More!” The Goddes cries, nearly screaming your name every time your blunt head pushes against her cervix. You only get spurred on further, going at a pace so painfully fast you don’t know if you’ll be able to walk tomorrow.

You swallow at the sight of this Goddess, completely breathtaking in her state of unravelling. 

“My divine Goddess,” You say, leaning down to press a kiss against the bulge of your cock at her lower stomach. 

Those words in itself have Natasha uncoiling before you, your name falling from her lips like a sacred mantra. Her walls are wrapped around your cock so tight, her nails digging into your back so hard it nearly draws blood.

“My divine Goddess,” you repeat, eyes glazed over, reaching your own climax inside her. Natasha lets out a filthy moan, feeling each throb of your cock in her as walls of cum pulse inside her, again and again. 

God, it feels so good, everything everywhere all at once, your world becoming Natasha, Natasha, Natasha. 

You think you could stay like this forever.

—

A long bath and a trip to the Goddess’ bedroom later, you’re laying on her expensive silk sheets, hair smelling like rosemilk or whatever that shampoo had been called.

You honestly don’t know how this gorgeous woman’s been charmed by your awkward humour and the coffee stain on your work shirt, but you’re definitely not complaining as she nuzzles into your neck, humming in satisfaction.

“You sure that’s the first time you’ve ever had a cock?”

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#natasha romanoff x reader smut #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #bottom natasha romanoff #sub natasha romanoff #x reader #marvel #marvel smut #marvel women #top reader #dom reader #gxg smut #wlw smut #goddess natasha #sytoran's 2k celebration

[lilybug-02]

Happy 2 Year Anniversary to The Chara Timeline ✨

I FINALLY made drawing references for you guys, yippie!✨

It’s wild how long I’ve been working on this comic without reference sheets. I’m never that consistent with my art style, so I figured it was a waste of time 🫥💀😔 this is my first full comic okay…

Thoughts and Feelings About the Comic Below ❤️💖💕💞

Wow. It’s been 2 years??? I thought I would be done with this comic in 2 months! I don’t know whether to feel worried or accomplished!!

(With months between each update, I understand why it’s been 2 years. I’m a slow writer and artist and well- many things have come up in my life that had to come first, like my sisters wedding! 💞 and college 😅)

I want to thank my family and friends (WHO DO NOT READ THIS COMIC- THANK GOD) 💕 AND I want to THANK YOU! The readers! 💐💐

You guys are relentless! I’m as impatient as traffic and yet you guys wait for weeks or months at a time for like 4 pages?! You guys don’t even complain!!! I truly want to thank you all for that ❤️ it helps me so much. Being busy and getting burnt out are common and it helps me feel relaxed that i'm not on a timer. Literally tho- you guys keep this comic chugging I swear. Tysm 💐

Unorganized rambling about the comic ahead :) ⭐️🔥

—

My feelings with this comic are actually so complicated. On one hand I hate looking at my older art because GOD IT LOOKS SO OFF I want to stab it, and then on the other hand I am so so proud of myself for even continuing it this far. Ngl the weird route has been one of my favorite parts of this comic. It took me FOREVER to figure out an ending, but damn do I still get chills >:) hehe.

I’m still miffed that I named this project “Deltarune: The Chara Timeline” I could have gone for something so much COOLER. Doesn’t help I use like 7 different titles for it either. We got Deltarune the Chara timeline, Deltarune chara timeline, THE Chara timeline, chara timeline, Ct??? Man,,, I’m crazy. I take after my family so hard. We have 3 names for each of our dogs 💀.

Comic/Animation Tip i have learned. It is VERY GOOD to make the character relatively simple in design. Shape language is also super important, ((but I never really got around to doing that before I was half way through the comic, woops.)) These things can make ur process go by so much faster. This whole comic has been a HUGE learning curve. LIKE OH MY GOD. I had to learn how to draw backgrounds, write dialogue, plan a story, learn how to draw fast and draw noses (which god damn I really still can’t). And I had to learn how the heck to squeeze art into a tiny page and make it not look grainy. It's intense!

Anyways.... this has been such an awesome opportunity! Thanks Toby Fox!

I totally ran out of “art time” for my iPad and wanted to finish this today. So it’s a bit rushed. I’ll add weapons and possibly the other characters later :)

Oh shi- I forgot to add this grainy image of the next few pages lmao

#chara is literally built like a rectangle. idk why ive never noticed that #a thick greenbean #and Asriel is kinda half and half when it comes to standing on his toes or regular foot. He has a more top heavy approach to his balance #bread #undertale #deltarune chara timeline #my art #chara #asriel #character sheets #character references #art #deltarune #happy 2 year anniversary!!!! #college chara #college asriel #darkworld

[pix3lplays]

So I've been in love with your writing for a bit now and am revealing myself as the anon who requested the therapist and short reader s/o. Thank you so much for those, btw!

I was wondering about a request about our darling HSR men with an s/o who excels in domestic tasks (cooking, baking, sewing) but especially sewing. Ngl had a daydream about patching up part of Sampo's coat that got torn and it being adorable. So probably Sampo, Gepard, and Welt.

Hey there! So great to officially meet you! Thank YOU for the wonderful requests, they were an absolute joy to write! And I’m so glad you enjoy my writing, that means so much to me💕 And I will gladly take this request! That daydream is So Cute, I wish I was good at sewing so I could patch up Sampo’s coat😭 (and Darling HSR men is so so accurate oh my gosh)

-Honkai Star Rail men with a reader who’s good at domestic tasks, but especially sewing-

Sampo Koski: Gets himself in a Lot of situations where he gets hurt and his clothes get torn. He insists he can patch himself up, that he’ll be completely fine, but he never knows what to do about the rips in his nice outfits. Enter you. Maybe he’s just using you, but he always heaps on many praises when you effortlessly stitch his coat back together, or mend his favorite shirt back into its original glory. He always comes to you when he needs something repaired. Partly because you do it for free due to your dating. Partly because you’re one of the only people who doesn’t chase him out when he shows up. Partly because he just likes being with you. You always scold him for being so reckless, but you’re always willing to mend what he brings you, so your little system never really changes.

Gepard Landau: Didn’t realize he needed a s/o that could sew before, until one day you called his name before he ran out the door for his daily patrol. “Your cape!” you said, pulling at the blue fabric before he could leave. “It’s all torn up…let me fix it for you.” (Not me having to recheck to make sure he had a cape lolol) “I can assure you that won’t be necessary…” he says, embarrassed but not wanting to make it your problem. “Thank you though…” “Gepard, seriously, let me fix it…” you argued with him for a few moments before he reluctantly clipped off his cape and handed it to you, leaving for the day. When he came back home it was good as new, and you looked so deservingly proud of yourself for all your hard work. He knew you were good at stuff like cooking and baking…but when it came to sewing…wow you were amazing! He’s very impressed, and he thanks you for repairing his cape for him. He tends to tear his cape a lot given his line of work, but now he knows he can always come to you for repairs.

Welt Yang: Probably didn’t even realize it about himself, but he loves having a domestic s/o with him aboard the express. He’s especially impressed with your sewing abilities though. He thinks you could really make a career out of it if you wanted to. He’s no clothes designer, but he is a bit of an artist. Sometimes he’ll sketch outfits for you to make and then you bring them to life. It’s a great little system the two of you have in place, and it makes you happy, so he’s happy to continue try and come up with outfits for you to make. Eventually they get more and more elaborate, and you keep proving you can do it. He’s so amazed by you. He encourages you to keep working on your sewing, as much as he admires how good you are at other tasks like cooking and baking.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #my writing #Sampo Koski #Sampo Koski x reader #hsr Sampo x reader #Honkai star rail Sampo x reader #Gepard Landau #Gepard Landau x reader #Hsr Gepard x reader #honkai star rail Gepard x reader #Welt Yang #Welt Yang x reader #hsr Welt Yang x reader #Honkai star rail Welt Yang x reader

[estrellami-1]

(I Will) Help You

Ngl I’m insanely proud of myself that this is 1) exactly 560 words and 2) I wrote this in ONE morning. I think less than an hour. With that being said, this literally was just a little fun thing for me, so it’s not perfect and I’m not upset about it.

Eddie first notices during a movie night.

The kids had been there, but it had gotten late and they’d all been picked up. Now it was just the older members, and everyone except Steve and Eddie were asleep or fighting it.

Eddie, for his part, likes the movie they are watching, even if he can’t remember the name of it. It was one Steve had suggested, so it makes sense he’d still be awake, too.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Steve’s hand move up to his mouth. He chances a glance over and realizes Steve’s biting at his nail.

He looks back to the movie, because he does find it very interesting, but he finds it hard to focus for the rest of the night.

The next time it happens is another movie night, this one with just Steve and Eddie. It’s one they’ve both seen, so Eddie feels more comfortable breaking the silence this time. “Why do you do that?”

Steve pulls his hand away from his mouth and hums in question as he drags his eyes from the screen in front of them. “What?”

Eddie nods to Steve’s hand. “Why do you do that?”

Steve follows Eddie’s gaze, flushes, and pushes his hand under his leg. “Sorry.”

Eddie tilts his head, leaning the side of it against the back of the couch. “I don’t want an apology. I don’t care if you do it. I just wanted to know why.” He thinks about it. “You don’t do it in front of the kids. I bet you try not to do it in front of us, even.” He shrugs. “Tell me to fuck off if it’s a sensitive subject or whatever. I really am just curious.”

Steve sighs. “No, it’s… I know I shouldn’t, I know it’s… it’s bad, and childish, and gross, and I should stop.”

Eddie hums. “Do you want to stop? Or were you told growing up that it’s all those things?”

“More the second one,” Steve admits. “But I know it’s true. I know it’s gross and looks bad-”

“Steve,” Eddie interrupts, leaning towards him, “I don’t give a shit what your parents said. As long as you’re not hurting yourself, I couldn’t care less what you do.”

Steve takes a breath, chews on his lip. “And… if I do hurt myself?” He asks. “It’s not on purpose,” he swears at Eddie’s expression. “Sometimes I just go too far.”

“Then I’d kiss it better,” Eddie returns with a salacious grin. Steve rolls his eyes and pushes Eddie away by a hand on his face.

He goes easily, relaxing back against the couch and watching Steve. “Maybe it’s not on purpose,” he says. “But does part of you like it?”

Steve furrows his brows. “What do you mean?”

“Do you want me to help you stop? Or is it okay when you go too far?”

Steve looks at his hands. Presses at a nail, one he’d gone too far on. “I don’t like it,” he admits. “I just don’t know how to stop.”

“Do you want help?”

Steve drops his hand, looks at Eddie. Nods. Strangely feels like tearing up. Whispers, “Yeah.”

“Okay,” Eddie whispers back.

With that, they go back to their movie. Eddie feels like something irreversible happened, and suppresses a grin. He also feels like it’s for the better.

#stranger things #pre steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #Steve bites his nails #it’s not specified but it IS an anxiety thing linked to the kids #if y’all got that. good fuckin job babes #this was brought on by my youngest brother trying to get me to stop biting my nails #fuck you it’s a comfort thing #anyways. hope y’all enjoy lmao #starambles

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Of Magic, Miracles, and Moonlight

a Stephen Strange x OFC Romance

genre: pre-Infinity War, slow burn romance, older man/younger woman, teacher/student to friends to lovers characters: Stephen Strange, Wong, Teyla of Hadeeth (OFC), Moraine of Hadeeth (OC), additional OCs as Kamar-Taj staff rating: general audience to begin with, later chapters contain 18+ material

Ngl - I'm really hoping some of the authors in the Doctor Strange x Reader community will be kind enough to give this a read.🥺🥺 Even more so, a reblog - because I'm quite proud of my writing in this work, and I believe it deserves some love. Maybe some love could see me on my way to updating, even finishing, this WIP. It's lain fallow for far too long!

Chapter One

“Stephen, it’s nearly time.”

Wong’s voice pulled him from his scrutiny of the thick, weathered tome that had become his latest project.  Since the passing of his mentor, the Ancient One, Stephen Strange was one of very few left in Kamar-Taj who made a regular practice of studying the advanced manuscripts, spell books, and obscure histories, which she had amassed during her centuries of service as the Sorcerer Supreme.  His eidetic memory served him equally well in this pursuit, as it had in his previous vocation; as one of the world’s most talented and successful neurosurgeons he had learned the lesson early on—that knowledge was power—though the power he sought now he would wield for a even nobler purpose than those of his previous life.  

“Remind me, Wong…it’s nearly time for…” Stephen let his voice trail off with the question, focusing just a few moments more on the script marking the page before him.

“For the arrival of the emissary from Hadeeth, Stephen,” Wong replied, “As well you know.  Need I remind you that our alliance with Hadeeth goes back nearly four hundred years?”

“Not at all, Wong.  I’m acutely aware—down to the smallest minutiae—of the terms of our accord the with the Hadeethans, having familiarized myself with every scrap of parchment the Ancient One left behind, detailing the particulars of our relationship.”  Strange closed the leather-bound book before him, stretched a mite, and then rubbed thumb and forefinger upon his closed eyelids. “I’ve got a rotten case of eyestrain in the process, but I suppose I’m as ready for this as I can ever be,” he grumbled, “Although I’m not entirely certain why I have to be the one to meet with their envoy.  A Master with years of experience—and not one with barely twelve months--would surely make a better representative of Earth. Let alone Kamar-Taj.”

Refusing to be pulled back into the ongoing debate, Wong remained impassive.  “Of the Masters left in Kamar-Taj, you are the best qualified by virtue of your life experience.  And in the absence of a Sorcerer Supreme, a Master of one of our Sanctums is the best that we can offer.” 

He clapped Stephen on the shoulder, “Accept that you’re destined for this bit of diplomacy, Stephen.  It can’t be anywhere near as complicated as navigating your way through the human brain to excise a pin point sized tumor.”

Strange rose to his feet, favoring Wong with a scowl, “As usual, Wong, your vote of confidence is underwhelming—but I will do my best not to provoke a diplomatic incident with an ally that has had Earth’s back for hundreds of years, and in some hairy situations.”

A young attendant placed the tray with fresh-brewed tea and a sampling of Nepalese delicacies on the low table before him.  Without a word, she filled a cup with the hot liquid, and set it down beside the pot, before sliding a plate of almond honey cakes closer at hand to him.  Stephen nodded, murmuring his thanks—though he was a little too nervous to partake of one of his favorite dishes.  Instead, he stirred a bit of honey into his tea, briefly reflecting on the first cup of honeyed tea he had partaken in this very room, barely more than a year ago.  With a shock to his system, he had been quickly educated as to how very much he did not know about the world, the universe, and the human mind and spirit; and since then, he had learned much more than he would ever had imagined of things he’d never even entertained as plausible.  He considered himself a work in progress, truly humbled for the first time in his life, when he took into account how much he still did not know.

Yet, he had earned the respect of his peers here and—just moments before her death--the Ancient One had appointed him Master of the New York Sanctum.  Strange took that responsibility ever seriously, having seen and experienced for himself the sort of assaults from other dimensions which Earth would be prey to were it not for the ancient protections provided by the band of sorcerers, bound in service to mankind.

The man he once was—before the accident that had deprived him of his livelihood, and the purpose by which he defined himself—Doctor Stephen Strange had the hubris to consider himself the best his specialty had ever known, and the ambition to pursue the loftiest positions of influence and power in his field.  Now, as he split his time between New York and Nepal, he was in a constant quest for knowledge that would enable him to do this job to the best of his ability, while never seeking glory for himself.  He would not—could not, in fact—allow himself to aspire to the title of Sorcerer Supreme…although more often than not these days, he was given--by some silent agreement (to which he was no party)--the deference and the responsibilities that came with that designation.  Today, he would prefer to be a mere rank and file mage—but he could not turn his back upon the service that was asked of him.

Stephen rose when Wong appeared in the entrance way, ushering a stately, robed woman into the room.  “Master Strange, allow me to present Mistress Moraine of Clan Kayolo, member of the Hadeethan Ruling Council,” Wong gave her a nod of respect, before moving to Stephen’s side.    

Following the formal protocol which the Ancient One had chronicled, Strange bowed at the waist before speaking.  “Welcome to Kamar-Taj, Mistress Moraine of Hadeeth.  We are honored by your presence, and offer hospitality and friendship to you, and any others under your protection, for however long you sojourn here.”

She bowed in reply, and recited her opening remarks smoothly, her rich voice that of a woman accustomed to oratory, “The honor is mine, Sir.  On behalf of my people, and in the name of our alliance, I accept your hospitality, Master Strange.”  Moraine paused, studying him closely, before adding, “May the worlds we serve continue to benefit from our partnership.”

Strange motioned her to take a seat, then sat himself, while Wong moved forward to pour tea for the Hadeethan woman; the ensuing silence enough to allow Stephen an observation or two.  She was definitely dignified (royalty was the first word that came to his mind), aloof and otherworldly; she wore her thick, silver hair loose and unadorned, for surely nothing could flatter her more than it’s natural glory; and the only subtle sign of age he could discern, were small crinkles at the corners of her pale grey eyes--but since he knew the average Hadeethan lifespan was upwards of 150 Earth years, they gave no clue regarding her actual age.  There was a palpable feel of strength of will about her, as though her spine were made of steel.  Moraine appeared—in short—to be a power to be reckoned with.  He vowed to tread carefully regarding whatever topic she had arrived to discuss.

She sipped her tea, then nodded her approval, “Ah…it’s been far too long since I sampled this welcoming taste of Kamar-Taj.  Though I regret I shall never raise my cup with the Ancient One again.”

“Her loss remains a heavy one for us to bear, Mistress Moraine,” he replied, a truth he felt most keenly every day, “And nothing would make me happier than for her to be here in my place.”

“I bear the condolences of my people for the dread passing of a wise leader and constant ally,” she told him, “And for myself, I share in your grief; for I had known the Sorcerer Supreme from my youth—as a teacher, then a mentor, and at the last, a friend.”

“I envy you that,” he admitted, “We all miss her guidance—but we have done our best to go forward as we believe she would see fit.”

Moraine narrowed her eyes, looking for the truth in his reaction, “And you do not seek to guide in her place?  To bear the mantle she wore for centuries?”

Stephen shook his head vehemently, “I assure you, I am not that man.  And honestly, I can’t think of anyone who could fill her shoes.”

She nodded, pleased with his reply, than raised her cup.  “It is always so with the best of leaders.  May we all do her proud in the service we provide to our worlds.”

“May we indeed,” he echoed, drinking from his cup as well.

Formalities now aside, Moraine was swift to reveal the surprising purpose of her visit.  “I come on a personal matter, Master Strange.  ‘Tis my hope you will entertain my request, if not for the sake of relations between our worlds, but for she whom we both miss.”

“I am certain we can accommodate you, Mistress Moraine.  The resources of Kamar-Taj are at your service.” 

“Even as I had anticipated,” she asserted, wearing a small relieved smile, “As you may know, Hadeeth has a good share of practitioners of the mystic arts.  And in our culture, this is a thing well-known, even aspired to.  In fact, by long standing tradition, the majority of those who sit on our ruling council are skilled in magic.”

Strange nodded, having gleaned those facts from the Ancient One’s notes, “Magic being the primary reason our worlds are well-suited as allies.”

Moraine bobbed her head in a brief acknowledgement, then continued, “On Hadeeth, we have found that the aptitude for magic, and the strength to wield it properly, are most prevalent in certain bloodlines.  As a result, it is not uncommon for a particular clan to hold a council seat for several generations.”

“I take it that is your own experience,” he inferred.

“It is, Master Strange.  But seats are not granted automatically—and those aspiring to them must pass a series of tests, unique to the individual.”

“And these tests involve the use of magic?”

“Exactly so—and thus arises my need for your assistance,” she admitted.

A bit perplexed, he might’ve asked, but Moraine had anticipated his question.  “Not for myself, Master Strange—for my daughter, Teyla.”  And then surprising him, she added, “A daughter of both our worlds.”

Not having known such a mingling of their races was even possible, it took a moment for him to respond, “You’re asking that we train her here, in Kamar-Taj?”

Moraine’s face took on a pleasant sort of softness, clear sign of the depth of her feelings for her child.  “She has ever been my greatest treasure, and from the moment in which I discerned that she possessed aptitude for the mystical arts, I had planned to entrust my own best teacher with her tutelage.”  She lowered her eyes, her voice become sorrow-tinged, “Who could have anticipated that such a plan would go unrealized?”

Stephen remained speechless, moved by her quiet show of grief.  In the months since the Ancient One fell, he had learned things about her he had never expected—always making him long for the fruits of the wisdom she might have shared with him.

Having set aside her sorrow, Moraine looked to him again, firm of purpose, “Teyla’s skill--her strength—lies in the healing of body, mind, and heart.  And though this ability is a miracle in itself, it does not suit well the sort of trials she is likely to face in the fullness of time.”

The doctor in him wanted to ask more of Hadeethan healing magic, but the situation would not allow for it—though he made a promise to himself to learn more of their practices when possible, with an eye towards the exchange of knowledge that might enable him to fulfill again that purpose of more than half his lifetime.  “What training would best prepare your daughter for these future trials?”

Moraine looked please at his show of willingness, “She will need to develop defensive skills, for both her own safety, and for those who may someday fall under her protection.”  She paused, gauging his reaction, and then concluded, “Teyla also possesses a small degree of prescience, although she is not yet capable of employing it at will.  She dreams, yet cannot tell when the images may come to pass; she has strong, yet unpredictable, flashes of intuition, which she finds difficult to interpret.  This gift is useless to her until she can cultivate the proper wisdom and discipline.”

“There are no teachers on Hadeeth that might guide her?” he asked, “Seers are rare, even in Kamar-Taj.  I can’t guarantee our knowledge is enough to guide her beyond the most rudimentary training.”

“They are rarer still, on Hadeeth,” Moraine shrugged, “So rare they come but a handful of times in each generation.  Though I am her mother, I haven’t even a touch of that gift.”   

Stephen nodded, considering her request a moment.  “We will do our best, Mistress Moraine—but in this case, I can make no promise.”

“I understand, Master Strange.  And with this understanding, I will entrust you with Teyla’s further education.  For the sake of our alliance,” she reminded him, “And for all the hopes a parent has for their child’s safety and happiness.”

They had concluded their meeting by settling upon three Earth days as the interval until Teyla would arrive at Kamar-Taj.  “Of course, we’ll need to see what magic your daughter is already capable of, before we proceed with any training plan,” he cautioned her, as he and Wong escorted her back to the courtyard for her departure.  “Please be sure she understands what lies ahead.”

“Oh, she is already more than prepared for that,” Moraine told him gratefully, “And she has spent a share of time on Earth--living with her father for several years--so you should find she will easily acclimate to your world.”  With that, she drew on her sling ring—the magical tool which the Ancient One had shared with the Hadeethans, in consideration of their partnership—and conjured a portal back to her home world.  Stephen could discern very little of what lay on the other side; a room half lit with what could be daylight, vague shapes that were likely Hadeethan furniture.

Moraine turned his way, and bowed low, and then rose to meet his eye.  “Please keep in mind, Master Strange, that some of the tests Teyla may come to face are dangerous.  I beg you to see she is properly prepared to survive, beyond the training I have already given her.  I will be in your debt, and Earth’s, for the remainder of my days—and look forward to the day when I can be of service to your world, in return.”  She stepped into the portal, and raised her hand in farewell, closing the circle before he could utter a word in reply.

“Well, this should prove interesting,” Wong observed, “How much experience do you have dealing with teenagers?”

“Barely to none,” Stephen confessed, “And I hadn’t counted on being asked to play a schoolmaster to a rookie sorcerer.”

Wong chuckled, amused at Strange’s befuddlement, “I’m thinking diplomacy will turn out to be child’s play, compared to the task you have ahead of you.”

“Yes,” Steven agreed grimly, heading back to the library to continue his studies of earlier. “And I’d much rather be navigating my way through the human brain, then babysit an angsty adolescent.”

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[shingekinomyfeelings]

Shh (Reiner x female reader; smut, PWP; mdni please)

nsfw. canon universe, alt timeline, 104th cadet training era in which characters are aged up to 18+. ~700 words. content warning for implied penetration and explicit dialog. contains dirty talk, reader getting railed on a dresser, and Reiner being a horrible little tease

You might be a little shy about being overheard, but Reiner sure isn't.

notes: let me say it again so we're super clear here - characters in my fics set during the cadet era should be assumed to be aged up to 18+, in a very slightly less miserable world in which training doesn't start at age 13. If this is really objectionable to you, that's okay, you don't need to read it.

This is by far my filthiest bit of writing as of yet, and my first pure PWP bit. At first I was kind of mortified about sharing it! I'd never even tried to write anything approaching dirty talk before and was worried it would be super 'off' and, you know, reflective of my being an asexual who's never touched a dick, and posted it sort of... hoping only a few people would read it - and then pretty few people did. But, somehow, over time I started feeling way more confident about and maybe even proud of this one, and honestly wishing I'd hyped it up more. It still feels weird for me to share smut with anyone, but I'm ngl, writing shit this shamelessly horny is actually a lot of fun. What's happened to me?

Anyway, love it or not, thank you for reading and for giving me an audience for trying new things like this. I think it's what pushes writers to grow.

Oh yeah, there are also some minor edits from the original version because I can't help myself.

originally published January 2023

Training exercises in the interior are rare, but they also come with a rare perk – you get to spend the night at an actual inn, with your own rooms and soft, comfy beds.

Currently, though, you’re not on the soft, comfy bed. Having slipped quietly from your room and sneaked off to Reiner’s, you’re currently seated on the dresser, clothes wantonly discarded across the floor, hair falling over your shoulders as your boyfriend stands, fucking into you with a desperation that you can only assume is inspired by the elegant change of scenery.

It’s certainly easier to sneak around at a place like this, and while you were a little tired after training and would have been content just to lay in bed with him and cuddle, Reiner was never one to waste an opportunity. He was also as charmingly persuasive as ever, those imploring golden honey eyes coaxing you into an exercise that was far more pleasant than training ever was.

Squeezing your breasts, kissing your neck, soft, deep moans offering a counterpoint to yours, Reiner is a sweeter and more exuberant partner than you imagine there may be behinds these walls...

That doesn’t change the fact that you’re currently in very close proximity to the rest of the 104th, though.

When a series of especially enthusiastic thrusts suddenly cause the dresser to rattle loudly against the wall, you’re more than a little mortified to imagine that the others are probably still awake in their own rooms and press your lips to Reiner’s neck with a hiss. “Shh! What if the others hear that?”

“Mm, hear what? The dresser?” He repositions you a little so that you’re forced to look into his eyes, a brow raised in amusement as he makes absolutely no effort to soften his pace. “That could be anything, for all they know, dove.”

But then a wicked little smile spreads across his face, and he slides your hips forward and angles them wider to let himself sink in deeper. Your tiny gasp only makes his smirk broaden.

“Or,” he continues, leaning in so his lips are nearly brushing against your ear, his thrusting into you becoming quite agonizingly deliberate, “Are you worried they’ll hear something else? Like how good I’m fucking you right now? Doesn’t bother me one bit.”

His voice is soft and just above a whisper, and his breath is warm against your skin. Your own breath is quickening a little and your cheeks feel like they’re on fire in response to his teasing, but you find you’ve lost any inclination to admonish him - and he’s so fucking annoyingly aware of it. A little huff of a chuckle almost feels like a caress against your cheek.

“Think they can hear how soaking wet this pussy is every time I slide my fat fucking cock into it? I sure can.”

A whimper escapes your throat and your voice slips out as a whine. “F-fuck, Reiner...” You’d hate to admit it, but his words affect you in ways he can feel all too well.

Reiner’s exhalations are growing shaky now, like your response is a call of encouragement. “Are you afraid they can hear those cute little sounds you make? Mmph – your sweet little whimpers? The way you say my name like it’s the only word you know? Shit--” He rests his forehead against yours for a few heartbeats, voice almost slipping into something softer. “Not gonna lie, I do like being the only one who’s ever heard those...”

He’s quick to recover from this lapse, though, and being keenly aware of how close you’re getting, he moves his hips against you faster, and sweetly kisses your forehead. “Don’t care if they hear the rest, though. Honestly, I fucking want them to hear it and know it’s my hot cum spilling out of you right now. I could keep on filling you up with my cum until they can hear it dripping onto the fucking floor.”

And then in an instant, he pauses, tilting your head back to fix you with that smug, infuriating, gorgeous grin of his. “Of course I can stop if you’re really that scared they’ll hear us.”

With mild irritation evident in your voice, you pull him against you so you can press your lips fervently to his neck again. “I think I can live with them hearing.

#reiner #reiner braun #reiner smut #reiner braun smut #reiner x reader #reiner x reader smut #dirty talk #pwp #literally just filth #cocky teasing smirky Reiner really uhhh does something for me

[game-set-canet]

hi!! i was wondering if you could write something about the reader comforting andrey over something? i think andrey needs a hug ngl. love you’re writing!! 🫶

A room without light

Pairing: Andrey Rublev x f!reader

category: fluff

warnings: self-doubt

Author’s Note: sorry that it took me so so long to write this, i hope you like it 💕 also: English isn’t my first language, so I’m very sorry for mistakes!

* Y/N = your name

MY MASTERLIST

(not my gif! credits to the owner/creator!)

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The door closes with a quite click behind you. The hotel room is completely dark and you can’t see anything. You know your boyfriend is somewhere here – or at least you hope so.

“Andrey?”, you whisper while you take a few steps into the room, “Andrey, are you here?”

At first you don’t get an answer, but then you hear a soft hum on your left. You feel some of relief rushing over you: You found him. Finally.

After the end of the match and a quick, rather unpleasant press conference Andrey disappeared. None of his team nor you had an idea where he went. Usually you would head back to the hotel together and so no one expected Andrey to actually go back alone. But after searching for him for nearly 30 minutes and hundreds of unanswered text messages and phone calls, you decide to drive back to the hotel and prayed that he is there.

You hesitate for a moment before you whisper again: “Can I turn on the light?”

This time the answer comes immediately: “No!”

The moment you realised that Andrey was sitting alone in the dark you knew it was bad.

“Okay…”, you take a deep breath, “Where are you?”

“Couch.”

It breaks your heart how sad he sounds.

“Can I sit with you?”

“Yes.”

Slowly you make your way to the couch, carefully not to bump into any furniture. Finally, you feel the couch armrest, but when your hand reaches over the seating surface, the couch is empty.

“Andrey, where-?“

“Floor.”

Andrey wasn’t sitting on the couch but on the floor, leaning his back against it.

You sit down next to him and slide your arms around his upper body. He immediately leans into your hug and hides his face in the crook of your neck.

Nobody says a word. You just feel Andrey's breath against your skin.

You run your fingers through the hair on the back of his head: “We…we were worried when you suddenly disappeared.”, you don’t know if that’s the right moment to talk about his disappearing because you would have to talk about the reason for it and you know he doesn’t want to talk about his loss.

Andrey takes a deep breath, it’s hard to understand him: “I’m sorry.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No. Not really.”, suddenly he lets go of you and leans back against the couch, staring in the dark, “And I mean…nothing happened. I mean…I played a good tournament, didn’t I?”

You mirror his sitting position while you left hand searches for his left: “Yes, you played a good tournament.”

He takes your hand in his and gives it a soft squeeze: “I could be proud of myself, couldn’t I?”

“Yes, you could be proud of you.”, you take your clasped hands in your lap.

“Why am I not proud of myself then?”

You smile sadly: “Because you are too hard on yourself.”, your thumb gently strokes the back of his hand, “Because you always focus on the few little things that went wrong instead of concentrating on the big, positive picture.”, you snuggle closer to him and lean your head on his shoulder, “Because you are an overthinker.”

He leans his head against yours and closes his eyes: “My god, I hate it.”

You instinctively know that he actually meant to say 'myself' instead of ‘it’.

It breaks your heart to hear him talking like that.

“No, you don’t. It’s just very difficult sometimes.”, you press a quick kiss on the back of his hand and turn your head, although it’s dark in the room you can see his eyes now, “But all of that makes you the unique person you are.”, you raise one hand and place your hand on his left cheek, “Makes you the person I love with all my heart.”

“And yes, you can be proud of yourself! You played a really impressive tournament with very good tennis-”, you feel Andrey twitch beside you and know he wants to say something, but you continue talking, “and yes, you lost the quarterfinal but that’s okay!”

He shakes his head and sits up, you lose all contact except for the interlocked hands: “I’m not good enough! I lost this quarterfinal and the quarter final in Wimbledon…I didn’t even reach the quarterfinal during the French Open…and the quarterfinal of the Austrian Open, and-”

You interrupt him quickly: “Andrey! Andrey, look at me”, you wait until your boyfriend stops muttering and looks at you, “It’s okay! You played a really good tournament! And you played a really good season! You won your first ATP 1000-tournament this season and your level is very solid this season. You ARE good enough. You are better than just ‘good enough’.”

Andrey takes a deep breath, before he shakes his head and - at first, you think you misheard - but then he chuckled: “You’re making it quite hard to be sad for a long time, you know that?”, he pulls you closer to him.

It feels so so good to hear him laugh a little, to know that got a bit happier again. “Good.”, you smile.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Always.”

You close the distance between you and kiss him softly.

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[magicalbats]

how do you get out of a bad writers block?? and what inspired u to get back into writing after ur hiatus?

Oof, I’m ngl that’s a bit of a difficult question for me to answer xmdkxkdnd for me at least, I wanted to write pretty much the entire time during my hiatus but I just couldn’t get my brain to function through the ✨ depression fog ✨ and even just opening up a word doc to force myself to write two sentences was extremely draining. My mental headspace just was not there. So what I did a lot of was read books.

I think I’ve read something like almost 60 books this year of different genres and topics - four out of five novels for the Court of Thorns and Roses series, Carrie by Stephen King, some old (really old xmxmdnd) Harlequin romance novels, a folk horror anthology, like six entries from the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter series, etc, etc - and that helped me get back into the mindset of creative thinking. I found inspiration in these works, ideas I wanted to explore, things that left me disappointed with their execution and wanting to do better, and I sort of relearned how to string a narrative together in the process. Then I started reading over some of my old WIPs. In some of them I saw real potential and was even occasionally surprised by my own writing abilities when juxtaposed against all those published novels I’ve read. I’d think to myself “oh, this actually isn’t half bad?” And that would make me want to finish that piece or rework it with things I’ve learned in the interim.

One of the very first things I wrote and completed was that Itto x reader x Gorou kinktober fic. I saw the prompt, had the inspiration and impulsively jotted everything down. When I was finished and I read it over I felt GOOD. Proud of myself for actually completing something from scratch. I thought “hey, maybe I could do another one of these” and then proceeded to write Scara’s (which I’m actually very proud of tbh cmdmxm) and from there it was really just a matter of keeping that momentum going. In particular I think writing them for myself at that point, thinking I might post them some day when I was feeling brave enough to come out of hiding and just enjoying the satisfaction of writing again in the meantime, was what really helped me find my confidence again. It kind of took some of the pressure off of having people perceive me and my work dmdmdmd and I was able to sort of let everything flow organically as a result without worrying about how terrible or messy it was. A lot of this was very spur of the moment and idk if it will actually help you anon but in my case these were the things that helped me kick my extremely uncooperative brain back into gear lol

So the TL;DR of it would probably be to read other stuff. Pay attention to what you like, what you don’t, what makes you excited, sad, horny, happy, grossed out, etc and basically expose yourself to different kinds of writing styles and topics. I’ve read some pretty terrible books over the last year and some amazing ones too, and each one taught me something, even if it was not to do a thing haha. When you revisit your own works approach it like it belongs to one of those other authors, look at it objectively and sort of remove yourself from the equation. I’d say a big part of getting over writers block is just tricking your brain out of it tbh. 🤣 Like I said idk if any of this is helpful but I believe in you, anon! I am cheering for you and I know we’ll get through this together!

#also I know buying books can get really expensive!! #but honestly my favorite thing to do is hit up different thrift stores in my area and buy books for like 50 cents a pop in some cases #I’ve found some really good stuff doing this and ofc some pretty bad too but overall I think it’s a really great way to expose yourself to #a wide variety of writing styles topics and settings without breaking the bank #I actually have a fairly impressive collection of V.C.Andrews novels just from buying them second hand xmdmdmd #currently reading Flowers in the Attic as we speak but it’s been slow going since I fell behind on kinktober orz

[nezumithewriter]

one last delay for Come Take a Sail Among the Stars

i'm very ill rn and currently stuck in bed, so the fox will be released tomorrow instead of today

as compensation, below the cut is the first two parts of the story. Note that some pats may be changed tomorrow when i do final proofread

enjoy while my throat burns :D

03/18/24

Xx_LordofWar: has anyone else been seeing weird shit lately

ReadyPlayerThree3: weird how ?

Snow_Bunny: in general or

Xx_LordofWar: like a bunch of stuff’s been happening when im trying to sleep

Xx_LordofWar: i keep hearing giggling and stuff near my window

Snow_Bunny: Sounds like a ghost

ReadyPlayerThree3: who’s vengeful spirit did you disturb lord

Xx_LordofWar: i don’t think its a ghost??? If it is its a very non-confrontational and very bright one

ReadyPlayerThree3: dude i think someone’s just shining a flashlight at yourw indow

Xx_LordofWar: if it was you’d think i’d be able to see them run off but no it just disappears whenever i open the window

Snow_Bunny: think i’ve had the same things happening to me ngl

Snow_Bunny: think the same things but also if i leave food for them they leave a coin on my window

ReadyPlayerThree3: average nj night behavior

Xx_LordofWar: is this only happening in new jersey though?

ReadyPlayerThree3: idk i’m fine here in pa idk what’s going on in your garden state

Xx_LordofWar: Pennsylvania mention. opinion invalidated

Snow_Bunny: even the moon?

ReadyPlayerThree3: ??

Xx_LordofWar: oh yeah the moon’s weird too

Xx_LordofWar: there’s a weird shadow on it that kinda looks like a rabbit

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“Jeremy, how--” The red-hoodie-wearing boy paused for a moment, before continuing, “Jeremy, how did you get a 98 in Chemistry?”

The din of gossip, laughter, and chewing associated with lunchtime filled the air as two teenagers, Michael and Jeremy, sat at a lunch table right next to each other.

The former held the latter’s report card, squinting, with his lunch of negimaki sushi sitting on the table, uneaten (for now). “I think the last grade you got for Chemistry was 72, man.”

“I… I really don’t know myself..” Jeremy’s leg bounced up and down as he took his report card back, flipping it on the back to check if there were any other notes to indicate that this was a typo or giving an explanation (there weren’t any), “Maybe I did better on my test than I thought?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of you, dude!” Michael smiled, “But you’re usually terrible at this kind of stuff. Is Ms. Rayburn being nice to you this time or--”

“Ms. Rayburn’s never nice to me. She hates me.” Jeremy folded the report card up again, placing it in his back jean pocket, “So it can’t be that. I haven’t even studied or anything... I just… I just..” Jeremy gestured to nothing with his hands, “Knew.”

“You just knew?” Michael nonchalantly pulled out his phone and googled something quick, “Well, then, pop quiz! Is PC1 with a little 3 on the end of it a…” He squinted, “ Is it a planar?”

“No?” Jeremy replied almost instantly, before blinking and holding his head in his hands, “That can’t possibly be right, right?”

Michael looked at the screen again, looking past the date at the top of his phone (March 24th) and tapping on the ‘no’ option of the chemistry practice website he found.

A small ding! sounded from his phone.

“God damn, you’re correct.” Michael confirmed. He leaned his head onto his free hand, looking at his phone and at Jeremy with curiosity, “Maybe you retained something from lectures afterall.”

“But we’re not even learning about planars in Chemistry!” Jeremy said aloud, loud enough to catch the eye of a couple passerby girls as he ran a hand through his hair, “How did I know that?”

“You’re a wizard, Harry.” Michael said cheekily.

“Not funny!” Jeremy playfully pushed Michael as the offending boy laughed loudly, “I don’t know what’s going on with me Michael!”

“Well… hm..” Michael calmed back down, humming for a moment in thought, “Whatever’s going on, it’s helping you through Chemistry, which is good. But it’s making you freak out, so that’s not so good.” He absentmindedly brought the straw of his slushie to his lips, before deciding, “How about we figure this out later and celebrate for now? Hooray! Some force beyond our comprehension is helping you get good grades!”

“Not exactly the answer I was hoping for.” Jeremy poked at his food with a plastic fork, “But I guess we have no choice. Maybe the universe is finally owing me one.”

“And it’s only a couple weeks late for your 17th birthday!” Michael joked, before his eyes lit up, “Let’s do something to celebrate!” He said, “You, me, my basement?”

“School grades aren’t exactly something to get high over, Michael.” Jeremy said, yawning a little.

“Fine fine… then how about some Apocalypse of the Damned with my best friend instead?” Michael wrapped an arm around Jeremy, bringing him close, “If we beat Level 9, then we get high. That way we aren’t doing it because of school.”

“Fine, fine!” Jeremy laughed along with him, “The school wouldn’t like us doing it anyway cause say no to drugs and all that.”

“I think I still have that D.A.R.E. pencil from like three years ago.” Michael mused.

“Isn’t that ironic.” Jeremy replied.

“Yeah, especially since I use it to mark my weed edible bags.”

“No you don’t!” Jeremy playfully nudged Michael in the shoulder as the two of them laughed, forgetting about the strangeness Jeremy had been experiencing altogether.

#be more chill #jeremy heere #michael mell #my writing #happy 20th anniversary #bmc 20th anniversary

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

Tag Game: Rec Your Own Fics

Credit to @chimaerakitten​ for creating. Full rules here but essentially it’s a “hype yourself and show off the fics you’re most proud of” post with an “explain why” component.

All fics are from the BatFam fandom unless otherwise notes.

Well first, I want to say I’m very proud of my three heaviest hitters—The Return, Nature and Nurture, and If The Sky Comes Falling Down (For You)—because they were hard to write and people ended up really loving them. Including me, I’m people! They are my three most popular fics for good reason. but outside of those obvious ones, here are a few more:

The End of Infinity (With You)

Why: This truly is a gift from me for me. I wrecked my own shop with this one. I love everything about it, from the non-sequential timeline to the world-building to the angsty affection. Hnngh.

Breathing

Why: I got to steal a scene from my favorite book of all time, give a nod to its predecessor, and write a really good Jason. Why wouldn’t I love it?

White Lighters / Afterglow

Why: May have made myself gut-sob with this one. I regret nothing. Because I took you all down with me.

Bang

Why: Maybe this is turning into the “I wreck readers’ shops with Jason Todd” but I don’t care, I did a good job. (How did this even happen? I feel like I’m known more for Tim??)

Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien

Why: It’s just a hecking weird little thing. Also it was my revenge on @audreycritter​ for sending me a gifset of Tenet with the note “They’re like an AU Bruce and Clark!”

Bloody Brilliant

Why: It was my first time borrowing the light of my life, and I was pleased that I didn’t horribly screw up.

Hello from the Other Side

Fandom: MCU (IronDad)

Why: NGL, I feel like I really nailed the voice on this one. Just crushed it.

#tag meme #fanfic reader problems #my fic #batfic #fic recs #bruce wayne #Jason Todd #clark kent #batfam #it's dev the light of my life #mcu #irondad

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Prisoner to Temptation | Chapter Five

Word Count: 7.3k

A/N: First of all, you guys are insane. Thank you so much for all the interaction! I love feeling like I’m getting something right. :)

Secondly, ngl, proud of this one right here. Maybe made myself blush, too... I have serious problems, okay? And heads up - smut with angsty feelings throughout the rest of the book from here on out. >.>

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Naran didn’t remember the walk back to their wing, but suddenly, she was standing in the seating area between two very different bedrooms with her new husband at her side. She vaguely remembered the emperor and empress giving the couple their blessings for a “successful first union,” but she could just as easily be remembering the same speech repeated dozens of times over the past several weeks.

A voice behind her echoed dimly in her mind. “Would Your Highnesses like for me to call for servants to help you undress?”

Hyungwon looked to his wife, but Naran was still too frozen to answer. With a grateful smile, he said, “Thank you, Magda, but I think we can figure it out.”

Even a seasoned servant like Magda couldn’t hide her dubious look, but she bowed nonetheless and wished them every happiness imaginable before leaving them in the stark, cold gulf between the two royals’ rooms.

The prince cleared his throat and asked, “Um, shall we head inside? It might be warmer.”

But Naran was already warm. In fact, she was boiling under the layers of her hanbok. She was on fire under her very skin. Still, she nodded and followed Hyungwon to his door.

It opened soundlessly though she had expected a creak or some other ominous noise. She hadn’t been in there since the day she’d arrived at the palace, and while everything should have looked the same, it didn’t. The room was bigger, or maybe she was smaller.

“Curtains?” asked the princess, gesturing toward the thick drapes that had been hung from the ornate canopy above his bed.

“It’s for our privacy since…”

Hyungwon didn’t need to say it. Naran knew all too well of this custom, for it was practiced even in her homeland. Heirs were the most important clause in any royal contract, and after too many shams in the past, at some point, it was decided that witnesses on the wedding night went a long way toward encouraging successful couplings. Of course, it also took an already awkward situation and amplified it by thousands.

“Let us change first,” suggested the prince, “and we can meet inside the curtains when you’re comfortable. Then, we can call in the others when we’re ready.”

“I—” Naran stopped, the sounds gummed up in her throat. What was wrong with her? She closed her eyes and pictured her next words since she couldn’t seem to say them without deliberate thought. “I cannot get out of this costume myself.”

Hyungwon bit his bottom lip and nodded. “What do you want me to do? Should I call Magda back?”

“It’s okay. Just… The crown and the hair twists—I can’t figure out how to remove them.”

Naran turned her back to him so Hyungwon could reach out with hesitant hands. At the first brush of his fingers against her scalp, the princess flinched and he yanked his hands back.

“Sorry,” she mumbled. “Sorry. Please continue.”

Naran felt his soft exhale along the back of her neck, and she prayed he could pull out all the pins quickly, but soon it became clear that she had no hope of such mercies.

“Maybe we should have asked Magda for help after all,” Hyungwon said as he fumbled about her hairline.

The hairstyle was even more elaborate than Naran had anticipated, and it took the prince a few minutes of roving through what locks he could loosen and sending shivers down her spine before all the pins were pulled and the loops were unwound. Perhaps he was right, but at the time, Naran had been too busy wishing to get everything over with to consider how elaborate her wedding gown truly was.

At last, she was free of the prison on her head, and Naran shook it to unfetter every last strand of hair. It tumbled down to her low back, and blood coursed through the relieved flesh, leaving a singular tingling that gathered in strength through her whole body.

“Hm.”

The sound was soft behind her, a borderline grunt.

“What?” she pressed.

“Nothing.” After a moment, Hyungwon added, “It’s just… Your hair smells really nice.”

Naran hadn’t even realized she’d been holding her breath until she opened her mouth to respond. “Oh. Yes, they—they washed it in something that looked like milk and flower petals?”

Why did she say that like a question? Even she knew she sounded ridiculous.

Slowly, the prince’s fingers combed through her locks, and it spilled over like ribbons of silk until there was only one ribbon left in his hand. He rubbed it between his thumb and finger and hummed again.

“So soft.”

Naran froze. “Thank you, my lord.”

The prince remembered himself, and he dropped her hair to step back. “My apologies. What else do you need me to do, my lady?”

The princess let her hair fall across her face just as the curtains did around the bed since it felt like the only way she could answer her husband. “Um, there is also a series of laced ties at the back of my waist that I cannot undo myself. If you loosen them, it should be enough for me to take care of the rest on my own.”

First, Hyungwon swept her blanket of hair over her shoulder, and even beneath the many layers of fabric, the temperature plunged as her heat fled elsewhere. The prince steadied her waist, and once she was still, Naran felt his fingers play about the curve of her back as he worked the knot she’d accidentally made in her attempt to break free herself. It felt like forever before the skirt over the hanbok slackened, and she hurried to catch it before it fell away.

“Thank you again,” she whispered. “Where shall I change?”

Hyungwon’s eyebrows softened. “Over there? Are you okay with that side of the bed?”

So, she had a side of someone else’s bed now…

Naran’s heart was beating so fast, she thought it might burst.

She nodded, and he added, “Let me know when you are comfortably in bed, and I will join you.”

Hyungwon was being so considerate—so patient—but all she could focus on were his words: I will join you.

Naran had never been embarrassed about sex. In those fleeting few trysts with the stablehand or the drunken soldier whose name she’d never even gotten, she enjoyed it and the power it brought her. It had been risky and exciting, and maybe part of it had been the notion that if she became pregnant, it might be an excuse to dethrone her, but at the last moment each time, she had always backed away from that particular ledge. Still, something about the way Hyungwon looked at her with his high eyebrows and parted lips made her feel an unexpected, stomach-tightening shyness. She decided to blame it on the wine first and then the fact that he was now officially her husband. It had always been easier when the men were nomads who would be gone with the next breeze, but she and Hyungwon were now bound—forever.

The princess circled the bed on jelly legs while praying not to collapse. Thanks to the thickness of the drapes, she knew she could change in peace, but it turned out there was no possibility of that either because, even though they offered blessed privacy, they could not block out the soft shushing sounds of her husband’s clothes falling away piece by piece.

Naran did not know how far to undress. She’d never been fully naked next to another person, and she wasn’t even sure if that was expected. In the end, she removed her hanbok and all the accessories and layers until she was left in the long underdress. If all that was expected was just the simple coupling, she could stay most comfortable this way and not have to worry about exposing too much of herself in all ways.

She parted the drapes and slipped into the bed. The comforter had already been turned down by some anticipatory servant, and when she put her hands to the sheets, she found they’d been warmed, too. Naran climbed under the covers and pulled the sheet high up on her waist. She wondered if she should lay down, but she wasn’t convinced her spine would allow her at the moment.

“You may enter,” she called softly in a voice that did not sound like her own.

Candlelight splintered the silken cocoon through the crack when the prince slipped inside, and the second the drape cascaded back into place, their little universe seemed to unmoor from reality. It was dark within, not pitch thanks to the halo of light that made it over the canopy frame but enough that she could only make out a silhouette of her husband in her periphery.

Neither of them risked looking at the other.

Hyungwon cleared his throat and announced louder, “Come in.”

His words rebounded off the curtains with the same drama of a thunder rumble, and Naran was just as shaken.

They heard the door open and two pairs of feet walk into the room. She had no idea who was out there, but she knew she wouldn’t hear them leave until the royal obligation was fulfilled.

The couple sat in silence for a long minute before Hyungwon finally turned to look at her. “This is awkward, isn’t it?”

Through the dim light, Naran found his one-sided, dopey smile and rallied the courage to breathe again.

“It is,” she agreed.

They kept their voices low to protect what was left of their privacy, but it had the ill-intended effect of making the prince’s voice deep and raspy. Vaguely, Naran remembered the voices and sounds of the other men she’d been with, but they hadn’t sounded like this. Hyungwon sounded like sin itself.

“Shall I call for a drink?” he asked.

“I’ve had more than enough wine, thank you.”

“Very well. If you want, we can talk for a bit while we relax?”

Naran shook her head. “I’d rather not.”

“You just want to get it over with…” he concluded, and the richness in his voice flattened with his words. At last, she looked at him head-on. He was staring at his hands in his lap, tracing one of the pomegranates embroidered on the ceremonial wedding night comforter. “It’s okay. I get it. It’s been a very long day, and it must be especially overwhelming for you.”

“Yes, but…” Naran trailed off and he looked up, his eyes even bigger in the darkness. She let out a frustrated sigh. “How do I say this? Even if all those things are true…”

Hyungwon leaned into her words. As close as they had to be sharing his bed, it felt like he was already inside of her.

“…my body still responds to you.”

She had said it at last, and now that it was out, the princess wished she could gobble it back up. Here was the man who’d taken everything important from her. She should hate him, but instead, she felt magnetized to him. Worse yet, in many ways, the truth was unavoidable: she needed him.

Hesitantly, Hyungwon reached out, his hand resting over hers in her lap.

“You’re ice cold,” he murmured.

From the moment they entered the bedroom and she’d caught a glimpse of the shadowy outline of his luscious lips, her heat had pooled to a single place.

“Sorry.”

But Hyungwon shook his head as he switched to massaging her hands, and they warmed quickly. “All better, see?”

“Thank you,” she mumbled.

He released her hands, and instead, he rested his on her thigh. It didn’t matter that there were two layers of blankets between them—she felt him keenly.

Their eyes met. The temperature in the bed rose exponentially, as did her expectations. Naran could feel it, the shift between them.

His thumb moved along the top of her thigh, strokes so slow that they could either be reassuring or exploratory. Hyungwon smiled at her.

“Would you like a massage? You know, to help you relax?” he suggested.

“That sounds nice.”

Naran swiveled on the bed so that her back was facing him, and she idly braided her hair as she waited with every fiber of her being for his touch.

She felt his breath on her neck first, and the next thing she knew, his mouth was by her ear, whispering, “Leave your hair down please.”

Her hands fell to her lap at once.

“Thank you,” he added and underscored it with a trace of his thumb along the neglected skin behind her ear.

Her gasp was out before she could stop it.

Hyungwon curled his fingers around the base of her neck, his thumbs meeting over her spine. Starting at the base of her skull, he rubbed small circles that had Naran purring already, and gradually, the chill of her resentment, sadness, and fear turned to kindling for the match he’d just struck.

From there, his thumbs traveled in unison down her spine to the base of her neck, over and over again, at last parting so his hands could sweep over her shoulders. He gripped her there, pressing gently into her stiff muscles. It was easy for him to find the tension there, but with each wave of the prince’s hands, Naran’s spine softened until he stopped altogether.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

Whispering again, Hyungwon said, “You’re pressed up against me. I can’t move.”

The princess tipped forward, her cheeks hot and her back cold now that it wasn’t conformed to her husband.

“It might help if you lie down,” he suggested.

At this point, if she didn’t, Naran would probably collapse, so she squirmed under the sheets further as she rested her head on the pillow and stared blankly at the ceiling. The warmth of the wine made her limbs feel heavy while, at the same time, it made her mind feel lighter.

Hyungwon chuckled, and her head snapped toward him as did her voice, “What’s so funny?”

“I figured you would lay on your stomach, but I’m happy to oblige either way.”

“Should I roll over?”

Hyungwon raised his brows as he looked down at her. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes.”

“Then don’t bother, my lady. This way, I get to see your pretty face.”

Naran scoffed at him. “You’re very good at getting what you want, aren’t you?”

“Am I?” But she could tell by the tone of his voice that he knew it to be true. “What is it I want then, Princess?”

She considered him from her pillow. Hyungwon knelt beside her looking every bit as royal and penitent as he should, but not his eyes. In his eyes, Naran saw mischief.

“Nothing that I can say out loud in the presence of other ears,” she replied.

This time when he laughed, Hyungwon tipped to the side almost like a boy instead of the heir incumbent to a massive and feared empire.

“You’re a very clever woman, Princess Naran.”

“And you’re a terrible royal, Prince Hyungwon.” He frowned at first, but she smiled coyly. “I’ve never heard of a prince letting his princess set the pace on their wedding night.”

He watched his hands sail up her bare arms onto her shoulders as he said, “I did promise you that we could be different.”

“You did,” she murmured as those wonderfully dexterous fingers of his worked at the muscles along her collarbone.

Naran let her eyes drift shut as the subtle warmth of the prince’s strength spread through her. She felt heated from inside out, and it parted her lips for a series of soft sighs. Hyungwon’s hands flattened across the top of her chest, his thumbs dipping into the recesses at her collarbone as the tips of his fingers slipped under the edge of her gown. They traveled underneath her straps, and, gently, he slid them toward her shoulders. Her eyes fluttered open, and she found her husband's exquisite face a hair’s breadth away from her own.

“Princess,” he said softer than the down in the pillow.

Naran’s throat ran dry, and she wet her lips.

Hyungwon dipped to close the last of the distance between them, but she pivoted her head on the pillow at the last second. His hands released her at once, and she shivered under the sheets.

“No kissing on the mouth,” she said.

“Why not?” he asked. It was a borderline whine.

“Kissing leads to feelings, and feelings lead to dependence.”

“But I’m a good kisser,” Hyungwon insisted, his eyelids heavy and his bottom lip parted so plump and inviting that Naran almost gave in, but she had to stand as rooted as a tree if she stood any hope of holding the prince to his premarital promise.

“Kiss your serving lasses then. This isn’t a romance, my lord; it’s an obligation, and while I don’t want us to dread it, I do want to keep our boundaries clear.”

He sighed but nodded.

At a stalemate now, neither seemed sure who should make the next move, but after thwarting his efforts, Naran decided it was her turn, especially since she was the one to impose the hard lines.

“For the throne,” she said, gouging that line unmistakably in granite.

“For the throne,” he echoed. With their understanding now clear between each other, Hyungwon leaned down before stopping once again. “If I can’t kiss your lips, can I at least touch you? It will help, you know…”

Naran nodded numbly, and the prince let out a long, shaky breath. His mouth descended to her neck instead, and at the first brush of his lips, her hands fisted the sheets. It was intense, the way his skin glossed against hers. At first, it was just gentle pecks, sweet and chaste without demand, but after a few of those, Hyungwon’s mouth parted, and the warm flick of his tongue teased a sharp gasp from her. It was nothing, though, to the way he sucked in a little taste of her—just lightly, just briefly—before he moved lower toward the arc where her neck met her shoulder.

Meanwhile, his hands roved along her form, tracing the length of her arm, cupping her neck and then her jaw, or tangling in her loose hair, his nails scraping along her scalp in a way that showered sparks throughout her chest.

“Please, my lady, touch me just a little, too,” he begged.

Why did he have to ask such a thing like that? It made her even more lightheaded and careless than the alcohol.

Naran let her hands wander without thought, and the second they curled around him—one between his massive shoulder blades and the other on the back of his head, Hyungwon collapsed against her, kissing more fervently and knocking the breath right out of her. With no space left between them, it was impossible to ignore his hardness strengthening along the meat of her thigh.

She was losing control far too fast and responding to this veritable stranger far too much. Naran needed to find some footing quickly before she was swept away or she would be at the prince’s mercy forever, and that was the last thing in the world she wanted to happen.

Suddenly, she placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed up. Hyungwon sat back immediately, his eyes wide and black and his lips swollen.

“What?” he stammered.

Naran sat up, too, and stamped down the tremors she felt in her limbs. She kept the line of her mouth as firm as her eyes as she said, “Your turn, my lord. Lie on your back.”

The prince looked at her questioningly, but with a nudge of her chin, he complied. It was quite a sight, looking down on such a handsome, desperate man with his black hair tousled and his tan skin flushed. His broad chest heaved with his deep, expectant panting while he watched her with hooded eyes. Hyungwon wore only a billowing night shirt, so his thin, bare legs stretched to the very end of the ample bed. Toward the hem of his shirt, there was an unmistakable tent that fueled the heat between Naran’s legs to unbearable degrees.

She straddled his legs, and the heady scent of arousal flooded their den. Hyungwon swallowed loudly.

“It is expected that I’m on top,” he insisted, though there was no bite to his words, only a current of trembling excitement.

“Sire, didn’t you just get through telling me this whole marriage is predicated on us not following others’ expectations? Now, let me have my way. Besides,” Naran said with a cocky smirk, “I promise a lazy prince like you will like it.”

Her husband loosely held her waist then, keeping her hovering just above his thighs much to her growing frustration.

“I can feel—” Hyungwon stuttered. “Ah, I can feel your heat from here.”

“Against all reason, my lord, my body demands you,” she admitted sheepishly.

Slowly, Naran’s fingers glazed his mid-thigh, where his shirt rested, and at the brush of her fingertips against the muscle there, they both jolted. Hyungwon let out a shaky breath. A little higher, she trekked, her nails tickling enough that it left him visibly twitching. Her thumb brushed against his covered length, and she sucked in a sharp breath while a groan spilled up from the pit of his stomach.

When he came down from the sensation, the prince met her gaze. He licked his bottom lip before he said, “Do you feel how my body responds to you, too?”

Naran nodded absent-mindedly. Her attention was far too consumed with the tantalizing secret beneath his shirt, and gently, she pushed it up.

Despite her few dalliances, the princess had never seen a man’s sex up close. Her trysts had been short-lived and ill-lit, and even though the light was soft here, too, Hyungwon was in perfect focus. His manhood strained in all its glory, tall and proud and wet at its tip. Thanks to his intense hardness, each ridge was defined and underscored by a long, pulsing vein.

Naran didn’t even realize she’d been gnawing on her lip until her skin began to shred.

“I’m getting a little embarrassed here, Princess,” Hyungwon grumbled under her scrutiny, and she blinked hard to shed her hypnosis.

Her fingertips wavered, but at last, she indulged in her first skim along her husband’s length. The prince sucked in a breath, his massive wingspan arching off the bed, while Naran marveled at how soft skin could feel over something so rigid. It was like satin draped over marble.

“Give me more,” he begged.

Hyungwon’s eyes were shut, as though he couldn’t handle more than one sense at a time, or perhaps he only wanted to indulge in one. Either way, pride or not, Naran didn’t feel like playing shy any longer. She was beyond keyed up, her sex now throbbing insistently for attention. Whatever else came tomorrow, tonight, nature demanded satisfaction.

She wrapped her hand around his base to position him as she needed. Hyungwon uttered something dark in Goryeon, and though she had no idea what it meant, the ragged throat clear on the other side of the curtain told her it was something never said in a palace.

Naran knew if she wanted to maintain the boundaries she spoke of, she should get this over with, but it was impossible to be reasonable when she wanted something so ardently.

Pushing up onto her knees, she hiked up her nightgown to the top of her thighs. Hyungwon sat up on his elbows, eyes straining to the shadows beneath the fabric, but his view was veiled, and he crashed back onto the pillow with a frustrated groan and another curse she didn’t understand.

Instead, Naran dragged his swollen, leaking head along her seam as much to prepare him to enter her as it was to savor the little fireworks of pleasure that ignited within her at every swipe, but abruptly, he stilled her wrist.

“You have to stop,” he ordered. “I can't— It's— If you don't put it inside you right now, Princess, it will all be wasted!”

Naran was stunned. She hadn’t thought twice about teasing him since Hyungwon was known around the realms to be a man of experience, but it was hard to form words when she knew he was losing control because of her.

With a simple yes, she angled up her tight entrance, nestled his tip just inside it, and after a deep breath, Naran sank to his hilt.

It had been too long since she had bedded anyone, but it wouldn’t matter if it had only been yesterday. Prince Hyungwon was different.

The stretch was otherworldly. The depth was mind-emptying. The heat was exhilarating. Together, their eyes slammed shut against the sensory overload.

“Do not move,” he warned, his hands fastened like vices on her waist.

His head lolled on the pillow, his brow scrunched and a snarl on his lips, as he calmed down. Eventually, his grip loosened enough that his hands slid to her covered thighs and kneaded them slowly. When he opened his eyes, Hyungwon found his wife looking back.

“Does it hurt, my lady?”

Naran smiled and folded down toward his ears, her breasts flattening against his chest under the thin chemise. Lips to his ear, she whispered, “It did the first time.”

“I’m—” Hyungwon glanced toward the curtains that surrounded the bed and lowered his voice even further. “I’m not your first?”

“Nor the second, so don’t worry on that account.”

He was frozen in shock, and Naran had to take pity on him. She imagined that was rarely talked about in a court, if ever, and certainly not when it came to halo-wearing princesses.

She curled down his body a bit further, shifting him inside her, and both of them let out chaste little groans, enough to no doubt perk the ears of their observers but, more importantly, each other. Naran pressed a kiss to her prince’s throat, but he was still too surprised to move.

“Come now, my prince. I know I’m not your first either. We can be free with each other. After all, we’re in this together. If we have to do this, let us have a little fun.”

Hyungwon’s ears were crimson along with his cheeks, and combined with his swollen lips and sweaty throat, it was truly a sight to behold. For once, he could not look at her.

“I thought—” he spluttered.

“You thought what?”

“I thought it wasn’t necessary for the lady to have fun in order to make a child.”

Naran almost laughed, but he was struggling enough with the shift in power, and she liked the feeling of how hard his length was inside her. She didn’t want to trouble his mind any further.

“It’s not, my prince, but it’s also not very fair that you would get all the pleasure and I nothing, is it?”

“I never wanted that. I just— I thought you might want this to be over as soon as possible,” he confessed. “I didn’t want to help myself to more of you than you would allow.”

Naran might have been having a little fun at the prince’s expense, but something about his consideration for her brought a seriousness to the moment that surprised her. Her body’s reaction surprised her even further as her walls constricted. Hyungwon bit his lip to fight back a moan while his nails scratched at the meat of her hips, which only made her that much tighter for him. She needed to regain her control quickly before this became about something more than sex.

“I’ll allow it, my lord.”

The prince looked up at her with eyes so full of reverence, or maybe it was gratitude, that her mouth went dry.

Naran busied her fingers at the collar of his undershirt, toying with the loose strings there because it was much safer to shift her attention to anything other than his gaze. Softly, she asked, “Do you know how to make a woman feel good?”

His eyes widened and then narrowed. “Is that a challenge?”

“Mm.”

“I don’t take those lightly, princess,” Hyungwon said, his voice perilously gruff. Even the way he’d said her title had changed from respectful to something decidedly more intimate. An unexpected gauntlet had been thrown down, one that even a lazy prince such as himself could hardly refuse.

At his warning, goosebumps peppered her arms, and when he noticed, his hands switched from her waist and soothed them from wrist to shoulder. Naran had never paid in-depth attention to Hyungwon’s hands before, but watching the way his incredibly long fingers splayed over her skin made her feel very, very funny.

“You’re shaking,” he observed, and his hands pressed more reassuringly into her muscles. “Are you nervous?”

“That’s not it…”

Their eyes met. Hyungwon sat up suddenly and wrapped his arms around her back for support, and Naran could feel every fingertip desperate to possess as much of her as his huge hands could manage. She gasped, and, with the spell broken, the prince placed kisses along the column of her neck down to her shoulder, where his fingers unhooked the clasps on her underdress down to her waist. Hesitantly, he parted the bodice and exposed her soft breasts to the increasingly warm bedroom sanctum.

“Wow,” murmured the prince as he leaned back to take in her body. “You are incredibly beautiful. I’ve never…”

Hyungwon trailed off as his hands wandered over her sun-worshipped flesh. The skin there was already attentive and sensitive, but with each touch, the ache in her nipples increased. At last, his glorious mouth closed around the first bud and suckled with lewd appreciation for their pertness.

It was true Naran was experienced in many ways of pleasure-seeking, but something about the way Hyungwon adored her breasts made it feel like the first time. She arched into his mouth, and his hand was quick to slither around her and press her further and deeper into him.

He devoured her deliberately, a little here, a little there, while her body held his manhood warm and safe. Through the red haze of pleasure, she felt him stir inside her as he grew hungrier, and the more his tongue chased that need, the more anxious the rest of his body became. His hips struggled in vain beneath her, but Naran held him in place. Hyungwon’s breaths became shorter and more ragged as his frustration mounted.

“They’ll grow impatient, my lady,” he hissed with an eye toward the curtains.

“Then they can leave,” she retorted.

“I’m impatient.”

At this, Naran raised an eyebrow. “I suppose that is another matter, sire. Finish what you started then.”

With a sigh of relief, Hyungwon hooked a finger beneath the strap of his wife’s dressing gown and slipped it down her arm. He repeated his motions on the other strap, leaving the dress helpless against gravity. The garment puddled at their hips, and were it not for the thick drapes encasing them, the princess would have been exposed to all eyes in the room. The thought was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.

“You’re getting louder,” said the prince. “You enjoy this, don’t you—the audience?”

Drunk on ecstasy and the prince’s unfiltered attention, Naran’s lips were far too loose. “Mm, yes. I want them to go back to their rooms hard and deeply unsatisfied.”

Hyungwon moaned roughly, heedless of the unseen company. “I’ll bet they wish they were in here instead. But they’re not. They can’t be.”

Suddenly, his hands latched onto his wife’s shoulders and forced her deeper down onto his manhood. Naran’s head tipped back and let out a yelp of surprise followed by a whimper of pleasure.

“I’m the one inside you,” Hyungwon asserted right beside her ear.

The princess burrowed her forehead into his collar and rocked in his lap, her knees tight to his side. It was impossible not to quiver when he held her this close.

“I felt that,” the prince said through heavy panting, “the way you squeezed me. You feel incredible, princess.”

Naran rose up a little higher this time and sank back down firmly, and they both moaned. “I do?”

“Better than anything I’ve ever felt.”

Her walls tightened again at his praise, and she rocked a little harder against him. Their sexes met in a wet grind, each sweep of her hips adding friction to her most sensitive places, but as good as that felt, she wanted more. Besides, his embrace was suffocating.

Naran placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed Hyungwon back to the mattress. His head hit the pillow, and when he looked up at his wife, he looked intoxicated by her. There it was again, that dopey smile paired with a slow blink and flushed cheeks. He was too beautiful this way, and the princess had to look away.

She shifted her attention instead to her knees and focused on building a rhythm of rising up and down on his length. At her first full stroke from tip to base, Hyungwon grunted followed by something that almost sounded like a whimper.

“My lady…” he cooed.

The prince’s hands sailed up her figure to her breasts, adoring them with gentle brushes and playful tweaks of her nipples before moving to her waist to help her rise and fall on his manhood.

“You’re right,” he said, “I am enjoying this.”

“I can tell, sire.” Naran drew a hand over her belly, pressing back against the incredible hardness that was splitting her wide open. Her head lolled back as a sigh bubbled up. “So hard…”

But as good as he felt, the longer she rode him, her thighs began to burn and her pace fell away. She didn’t want to sacrifice her control, but she wanted faster and harder, and her well had been so tapped from the day, that she knew she couldn’t make it.

Hyungwon read her easily or perhaps he just needed the same, so his grip on her waist seized her in place mid-air. When Naran looked back at him, gone was the patient prince with the soft eyes, replaced instead with a man of dark needs who was hell-bent on having them satisfied.

“My turn,” he said, and a second later, his hips thrust up from the bed to drive his member into her at breakneck speed.

Naran was unprepared for the overabundance of stimulation that came with this new momentum. Her head tipped back and her mouth opened, but nothing came out but frantic breaths.

Unlike her, her husband showed no signs of slowing down. His grip on her was bruising as his pistoning became more emphatic. A fire was building quickly in her walls as an overwhelming sensation took hold of her.

She was going to scream.

She could feel it in her throat the way the lid on a boiling pot chattered. The pleasure was too intense, and she gripped his hips hard to stop him because something about letting go felt like giving in, and she was terrified of just the thought.

“Wait! Wait!” she demanded in the tatters of a whisper. “Just give me a second.”

Sweat dripped from Hyungwon’s brow and along the curve of his jaw. His eyes were frenzied and his lips tight, but he nodded. “Just let me know when I can move again.”

The desperation in his voice broke her, and even though Naran had chased away the pressure in her hips, his hunger for her body threatened to set her back on the precipice instantly.

“Go, go,” she urged.

Hyungwon took her at top pace immediately, and even though she had stopped herself from an obscene scream, the wetness between her legs announced her depravity to every invisible pair of ears beyond the curtains. Her chest reddened and her eyes winched tight, and as her husband barreled into her, she choked back the urge to call his name.

“I can’t hold back any longer,” the prince said through gritted teeth.

“Give it to me,” Naran begged, and he did.

A foreign warmth flooded her core with a chaser that felt strangely like drunkenness. She teetered on his hips, ready to pull off, but Hyungwon pulled her against his chest and used her imbalance to push up with one leg and roll them over. Naran blinked up with clouded eyes at the sweaty face of her husband.

“You can—”

Hyungwon shook his head. “I should probably stay just a little bit longer, you know, to… encourage our efforts to take?”

The princess nodded dumbly. With what was left of her senses, she ordered her hands to stay on the bed instead of wrap around the prince’s back like they seemed determined to do.

“I’m not crushing you, am I?” he asked.

Hyungwon's chest flattened to hers, and part of Naran wished his bare skin could kiss hers back because somehow, despite how gentle and accommodating he’d been all night, she still felt used. Something scratched at the back of her mind that maybe that wasn’t exactly it, but it was safer to lean into that interpretation, so she did.

“It’s fine,” she said.

A shiver tore through the prince, and before she could stop her gut reaction, her arms hugged him. A smile bloomed on his face. Naran dropped her hands back to the mattress and rolled her head, red-faced, away from him.

“Sorry,” said Hyungwon. “Just a little chill.”

She mumbled her indifference even though a shiver of her own threatened to overtake her, but a twitch of his length inside her distracted her instead. A little moan escaped her lips, and she could feel Hyungwon’s eyes burning into her profile, so she closed her own to avoid it.

“Are you okay?” he asked now. His voice remained in its raspy whisper, and Naran could feel his breath on her neck. Her body was still balking at her for running from its desired release, and again, her walls contracted around him. He shifted inside her, burrowing just a little deeper at her core’s insistence, and she knew she had to put some distance between them before she couldn’t.

“Getting a little hot,” she replied, which seemed like a fair enough answer considering how suffocated she was by his looming presence and how blatantly needy she still was.

There was no disguising the flat disappointment in the prince’s voice as he acknowledged her words. Before he pulled out, he gave one subtle rut of his hips into hers, as if willing as much of his seed to stay inside her as possible, though when, at last, they separated, it rushed out filthy and insistent. Naran grabbed a blanket for modesty and rolled onto her side, squeezing her thighs shut and blotting their mess into an indecent exclamation.

“I’ll be right back,” Hyungwon added as he donned a robe.

A sudden gust of fresh, cool air swirled about the stuffy space as the prince parted the curtains just wide enough to slip his head through. Naran caught a glimpse of one of the witnesses through the crack. He was a short, middle-aged man with small eyes made smaller by heavy lids. The servant did not look at the prince as Hyungwon said through still-rickety breaths, “It is done. You may go.”

“Forgive me, Your Highness,” said the attendant with suspiciously tremulous breath, “but I must wait the customary hour.”

“You may wait it outside then. I will remain here.”

“Oh?” the other man said, shocked, before he remembered his decorum. The servant tried to keep his rigid posture, but the unexpected conflict made him waver. “I am under the Emperor’s orders, Your Highness.”

“We will say nothing on this matter, Seojun. The other side of the door is no different to you than if you stayed put, but it makes a great deal of difference to my wife, so please do as I ask.”

He and the other servant slipped through the door with flushed cheeks, leaving the couple alone on the bed.

Hyungwon flopped back onto the mattress. “Sorry about that. I shall have Hansol talk to the staff about manners.”

“It’s fine,” Naran said with a little laugh, but as she shifted, it morphed into a cringe at the stickiness coating her thighs. “I know I must lay here a bit in hopes that things will take, but could you fetch me a cloth so I’m more comfortable?”

Hyungwon slipped into his robe and then disappeared through the bed curtains before he returned with a damp rag from the wash basin. Instead of handing it to her, he eased her legs apart and mopped along the inside of her thighs. Fear of judgment at being seen so naked and so filthy faded as the coolness of the water brought soothing relief.

“Is that all right?” he asked.

“More than,” Naran assured. “That’s never happened before, having a man finish inside me. It’s very new.”

Hyungwon nodded, though it was accompanied by a funny knit to his brow that she couldn’t read. “I’m sorry if it’s unpleasant.”

She stared into her husband’s dark eyes since she was not allowed to move from her back for the next hour. “No, it’s— I liked it.”

The prince let out a shaky breath. “Is it—is it okay if I admit I liked everything about what we just did?”

“I liked it, too,” she said quietly.

Her stomach tightened a notch until Naran almost felt nauseous.

“You know, you don’t have to stay,” she suggested. It was true, but the moment the words were out of her mouth, she wished she hadn’t said them.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“You may stay if you wish.”

The cloth was still against her thigh, and his thumb pressed noticeably but perhaps accidentally against her folds. Hyungwon narrowed those beautiful eyes as he studied her. “Do you want me to leave?”

Naran was definitely queasy now. She shook her head a little and turned her attention back to the canopy. “No, my prince.”

“Mm,” he said throatily.

Maybe that thumb wasn’t so accidental after all. It traveled up the part in her folds before Hyungwon withdrew the cloth and rolled back over to stare at the ceiling, too.

“I should have asked earlier, but how are you feeling about today?”

“I’m not sure I know.”

Hyungwon didn’t move. He stared unblinking for a while before he collected enough of his thoughts to ask, “Was the ceremony bad?”

“Just… not something I ever pictured for myself. Not bad though. I’ll just have to get used to it.”

“I’m sorry.”

Naran was not supposed to move, but the shock of the prince’s words twisted her onto her elbow to study him. “Sorry for what?”

“I wish I could go back and undo things.”

“To what end, my lord? I know I already told you I would never forgive you, but also, I would have had my freedom only so long as it took your father to invade my country.”

Hyungwon sighed. “Still, I’m sorry. I regret it.”

Naran couldn’t even kid herself—that stung her pride. She sagged back into the mattress, her hands squeezing the soft swells of her stomach.

“I regretted it the moment I saw you on the terrace this morning. You were so stunning, and I thought, ‘I’ve taken her from every man forever.’”

But he didn’t sound sad or sorry anymore. He sounded pleased.

Naran wanted to remind him of their pact to not interfere in each other’s affairs, but lying next to him in their matrimonial bed after an admittedly pleasurable encounter, it felt unnecessary. She didn’t mind if, for now, he wanted to feel like a victor reveling in his spoils. Looking over at his gentle smile gilded by candlelight, Naran felt rather spoiled, too. With her pride intact, she gazed at the canopy and let herself sink into the heaviness of exertion and the warm, swimming feeling of pleasure.

#monsta x smut #multichapter #prisoner to temptation #hyungwon smut #royal au #arranged marriage #romance #slow burn #bodice ripper #third person

[nickeverdeen]

Hi! Can I get a match for The hunger games, MCU, Harry Potter, and the umbrella academy? I get if it’s too much then just the first one is fine.

I’m 5’7 almost 5’8. My hair is a little more than shoulder length; my roots are black but lead into a dark hunters/forest green and my bangs are auburn. Then I have 2 braided strands decorated with beads. I have a eyebrow and nose ring with 13 ear piercings and really dark brown eyes. I have kinda pear build w a little pudge ngl. I also always have acrylics (stiletto ofc :) )

My mbti type is INTJ. I definitely keep to myself and wait to be approached by others. Although I tend to take a leader role in almost any situation. My anxiety is through the roof especially in social settings. I have very few friends because people don’t meet my expectations or they “can’t break through my wall”. I have no filter and am overly blunt. People think I’m super rude and bitchy but I genuinely think I’m a sweet person; just very very selective. Overlay sarcastic and monotone too. I enjoy reading books and writing and listening to music. I write my own poetry too. I have the biggest soft spot for animals. I’m not very athletic. I’m definitely the brains instead of Braun. Not to brag but I’m extremely smart. I rely on logic more than feelings. I have a hard time opening up and caring about people. But when I do it’s one of those things where I do it hard. I’m a different person in public than behind closed doors for sure. My love language is gifts either giving or receiving and acts of service. I have really bad and unhinged irritability/anger and tend to lash out a lot. I shut off and isolate then tend to struggle with expressing myself. I’m super super stubborn and ambitious, only assertive too.

Idk if this is relevant or not but my favorite quote is: “Who is it that can tell me who I am?”

Hey there, thank you so much for requesting!

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Your Hunger Games match is…

Johanna Mason

Likes that you can be the leader

No filter and blunt?

You two have that one in common

Johanna ain’t really into books, but she’d listen to you telling her what happened in the book etc

She would have some comments though

You’re the only person she cares about

Very protective

Makes fun of you for being “smart-ass”

Not in a bad way

But she secretely likes how smart you are

As we all know Johanna also has a problem with anger

But she’d never lash out at you

Is actually a softie when it comes to your feelings

She cares about you

Likes the fact that you’re ambitious and stubborn

Even though the stubborness would annoy her sometimes

Johanna is also stubborn so she has no problem arguing all day long

She hates arguing with you though

Your MCU match is…

Eddie Brock

Firstly: Venom likes you too

Eddie is definetly awkward at first in the relationship

Makes fun of the fact that you can be bitchy

Teasing

Likes the fact that you’re smart, but won’t admit it

Backs the fuck up when you lash out at it

Which makes Venom tease him about being scared of you

You’re the only one who he trusts enough to tell you about Venom

He likes how you look like

And how you behave

Is acting slightly like a bitch ‘cause that’s just part of his personality

He actually wouldn’t dare to lash out at you

Thinks you’re pretty much badass

Cocky bitch

Gets awkward whenever you and Venom talk to him at the same time

Your Umbrella Academy match is…

Five Hargreeves

He really likes how smart you are

Protective very much, thank you

Five really enjoys your personality

He ain’t good with feelings or comforting, but he’s here for you 24/7

The Hargreeves siblings like you

Mainly Diego

Doesn’t like it when you lash out at him and tries to calm you down

Or just lash out at you too

Extremely proud that he’s dating you

He can kill for you easily

Likes the fact that you can take the leader role

Luther doesn’t really like you, but who cares?

Lets you help him when he has a problem

Shows off about the fact that you two are together

Actually intrested in what you read

#request #headcanons #matchups #the hunger games #johanna mason #johanna mason x reader #marvel #eddie brock #eddie brock x reader #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader

[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - watching scary animes with kane

pov: title says it all!

warnings: scary animes, mention of blood, kane call you a good girl (not in a 18+ way lol)… i think that’s all? Let me know if there’s more!

type: fluff (but there’s a bit of comfort too if you’re the kind of person to be scared of horror)

member: kane ratan

REBLOGS AND LIKES ARE VERY APPRECIATED!

So as we all know, kane loves animes

He recently made you watch a lot of animes and let’s say you became a fan

A big fan, actually..

(More under the cut!)

It was a ‘tradition’ : every saturday you would watch at least one episode of your favorite anime

You would sit by the couch (on in the bed), cuddling with each other while eating your favorite snacks

That way, watching animes at the end of the week felt like a reward after studying for so much time

Usually, at Halloween, you would have watched an anime series, not really minding if it was Halloween themed or not

But this year, since you both wanted to do things a bit differently, you both decided that you would watch scary animes

I can’t lie saying that idk if Kane loves horror or not. I tried to watch as much videos as possible and doing researches, but i can’t find if he likes it or not 😭

So I’ll do both: if he was scared or if he wasn’t, so we can have both sides

You get what i mean?

Let’s start if Kane was scared while you weren’t!! 🤪

So…

it was Saturday and you decided to watch this horror anime you’ve been wanting to watch

« Babe, are you sure you really want to watch this? We can continue our anime series we’ve been watching, you know…? »

« me? Scared? I’m not scared! I was just asking! I totally do not mind if we watch this horror anime! »

He would be the type to say « I’m not scared! » then do 34 jumpscares after it

This man would never says he’s scared

Unless it’s like very very very very very very very scary, and even with that, idek if he would say it

He would be like “this make y/n’s happy! I can deal with that!”

He would be really close to you

And whisper « hey, are you scared? »

And then you would say no

But then, he would ne like « okay, alright, me too, i am definitely not scared in any ways! »

But if you do are scared, he would try to comfort you in any way he can

« Hey, I’m here, it’s okay… »

« Me? Scared? No, i told you that i wasn’t scared, why would i-OMG!!! WHY IS THE DOLL SO CLOSE TO THE SCREEN?!!! »

He would try his hardest to act like he isn’t scared too

But what if Kane wasn’t scared of horror movies and it was YOU who were scared of them?

Omg, he’d be the cutie patootie

Like he would either make fun of you or comfort you (and still make fun of you)

Not make fun like « omg ur such a loser bc ur scared, ur so dumb » no.

Making fun like « that’s not even scary omg, c’mon!! It’s not even that bad, babe! »

All for teasing, obvs.

But if you’re reeaaaalllyyyy scared, he would be next to you all along the movie, he wouldn’t leave you one sec

He would also hold your hand

“Hey, I’m here, baby. Nothing’s real. It’s all fake!” (Also, if its based on a real story, he wouldn’t tell you)

“Hey do you want us to stop watching it? Could it help you?”

He would also say at the end of the movie (btw, he would not be mad or upset if you ask him to turn off the movie if its too much for you… like this man would not hesitate any seconds to stop the movie just to make you feel more secured) that you did so well and that he’s proud of you for trying new stuff and doing this with him

« I’m so proud of you, y/n! »

« You did so well, baby! »

« Look at you watching horror with me… such a good girl! » (not in a 18+ way dw)

Watching horror movies with kane would be fun ngl

I, myself, do not really like horror that much, but im sure that with him, it would be fun!

Btw if kane see this (prob wont), can u tell us if u like horror or not, bc i am really curious 👀 thank you

Do not know how to end this headcanon, but hope you guys enjoyed!!

Taglist! (Open! Send an ask if you’d like to be in it!) : @nsb-rkive @kentisbaby @firebenderwolf @hyuneee0 @yawnzzznnn @ghostyycat7

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#ghostiiess #nsb #northstarboys #north star boys #headcanon #headcanons #nsbheadcanons #northstarboys x female reader #northstarboys x you #northstarboys x reader #north star boys x female reader #north star boys x reader #nsb x you #nsb x reader #nsb x female reader #kane ratan #ratan Kane #kaneratan #nsb headcanons #please reblog #reblogs really help

[joelsdagger]

HELLO GORGEOUS GIRL!!!!

I bring forth some questions for you

6 (PAYBACK), 9, 11, 24, and 28!!!

I LOVE YOU <3

naya my love ily 🥹🫶🏻 STOP CALLING ME NICE THINGS BACK 🤺 telling me to yap is a very bad idea bc….well LMAO

6.) three nice things about myself (i really wanted to kms with this one 💀 and i hate you for asking me this, i dont actually hate you i adore you but ugh this one was 🥴🥴🥴)

three physical things;

-my eyes are pretty

-my lips are soft the hue of them is a cute shade of pink (but its so hard to find a nude lippie that matches exactly 😭)

-my natural hair color and texture is nice, typical arab curls that i completely ruined with dye and permanent straightener that i’ve spent the last two years reviving and i’m so happy with the results!

three nonphysical things

-i dont let ppl walk all over me and deter me from my opinions and that’s something that was very hard for me growing up so that’s something that im proud of.

-i consider myself pretty loyal and protective and will fight for the people i love no matter what

-my work ethic is pretty intense and im ngl im proud of how fast and efficient i get once i put my mind to it.

9.) things that calm me down; my cat 🥹 when i’m upset its like she can sense it and she gets really lovey and cuddly, its so cute. nature, sometimes just sitting outside and being in the rain or the sun or looking up at the moon and the stars and the beach???? my escape 100%. going on drives with some music playing, and lately i’ve found that writing helps too

11.) im so easy but a chill, quiet night in with some good food (home cooked or take out, doesn’t really matter) and curled up on the couch, watching a good show/movie while cuddling is PERFECT. im a big introvert and homebody so anything away from people in the comfort of my home is everything to me. i’m also gonna say [redacted] at the end of the night would be nice too LMAO

24.) working out really helps me de-stress, i’ve found boxing, swimming, dancing helps keep my mind off of things. i’ve heard pilates is really good and i really wanna become a pilates girlie i wont lie. baking and gaming helps me de-stress too (although sometimes if the game gets too intense it stresses me out but i dont mind it bc it takes my mind off of the other things worrying me)

28.) i LOVE hand holding but i’m gonna be honest i’ve gotten really insecure of my hands these last 3-4 years, they’re very rough and dry now bc of my ocd :( so hugs are the safer option for me !

#she had to send these to me again bc my dumbass deleted it by accident 😭 #naya <333 #ask games #this is why i dont yap

[simpjaes]

omg NO i will for sure be coming back for part 2 pls ✋ u don’t get the chokehold ur fics have on me (i still think about frenzy jake every now and then like woah… u really did that.) i only said that as im mostly a silent reader & don’t send a lot of asks to authors but as mentioned before your fics are on a whole different level i could not help myself & had to just let smth out in ur inbox. but anywho !! i will for sure be back for part two in fact im really really excited for it :D cant wait to fight for my soul to not leave my body again & i hope u have a great day !!

oh and since i’m ur anon now it’s only respectful i come back with a gift so here https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFaECRNd/ because from what i’ve heard you like jay 🫶🏼 and jay edits 🫶🏼 have a great day !! can’t wait to fill ur inbox again with (probably) a (very very long) rant !! <3

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ahhh! i'm glad to know you'll be back! had me sad for a second there ngl. (i also still think about frenzy jake, mf still has a hold on me)

i'm proud to be one of the authors you come out of your cocoon for <3 while i will always beg and encourage silent readers to be loud, imma just be selfish here and boast about you coming to when you it's not something you usually do :D

[the gift of jay]

not to be rabid but *deep breath* I LOVE HIM SO BAD I JUST THINK HE DESERVES THE BADDEST BITCH ON EARTH AND EVEN THO I AM LIKELY NOT THE BADDEST BITCH FOR HIM I DAMN WELL WILL TRY BECAUSE I MIGHT GENUINELY SUFFER FROM SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION IF I CANNOT TELL THIS MAN I LOVE HIM AND HAVE HIM SAY IT BACK

#ask #🪻 anon #<3 #need to eat him out