#seriously idk how to thank you enough for your kind words

[ssreeder]

im chronically on ao3 and stumbling upon LIAB is something that i will always thank fate for! literally i binge read it the first time I found it back in may and ever since have been re-reading and recommending it to every single person I know! it’s an amazing piece of literature but also illustrates how awful war can be but how good it can get if you have the right people with you! anyways i could ramble about how amazing this fic is for hours (more like days) but just wanted to let you know im super stoked for the next update and can’t wait to see what happens! literally love seeing the reunion between all the characters (especially sokka and zuko) and think everyone’s dynamic is coming together great! you are an amazing author and fantastic writer and i just thought u should know <3!

I would love nothing more than to ramble with you for hours days weeks years about liab because I packed so much shit in there we could probably find shit to dissect for a while haha. I really love that you took the time to send me this ask I’m sorry it took so long for me to get back to you! I have read your ask 100x haha

If you’re excited about characters interacting you will really enjoy the next update! Lots of people getting together haha, & surprisingly a lot of Zuko.

Thanks for this amazing ask sorry it took me eternity to respond

#THIS WAS SO NICEeeeee #seriously idk how to thank you enough for your kind words #whenever I get in a funk and I get a random kind ask it serious lifts my spsirts #IM FUCKING FLOATING RIGHT NOW THANK YOUUU #after I go a long time without answering asks I for #I forget how to answer asks #I seriously will open them and the stare at them until my brain melts and my eyes water and I forget how to be a person #BUT I LOVE THEM SO MUCH #so thank you seriously #I’m going to make myself post the chapter tonight #you’re amazing #thank you thank you thank youuuuuu #cha1amour #MAKING MY DAY FRIEND #liab #ask

[boywithpinkcarnation]

tbh kinda wanting some jealous!jb like if someone is filtering w her gf OR ESPECIALLY IF IT WAS A ANOTHER GIRL AHH THE DRAMA 🕳️🕳️

alrighty... i am in no way a writer, so this is. going to be bullet point, blurb, word vomit, unedited chaos. additionally, this is gonna be so incredibly self indulgent and catered to me so i hope it suffices for u bug 💝

frankly posting this is very scary for a little tumblr baby like myself, but i feel a need to serve my community 🫡

they style of writing and tbh most headcannons/lore is coming straight from @gingerjolover their blog is lowkey bible and they are the sweetest pookie pie ever. luv u g fr <3 like seriously i recommend you go just read through their masterlist bc this will not compare (not trying to fish here, just being very real as someone who is a like fein for fics as a source of comfort, i fear this will not fully suffice)

rpf content under the cut (no hate if that's not ur jam, just ignore me!), minors dni!!!

refering to jb's parter in this as "gf" and sense i am a selfish selfish girl in this scenerio she is roughly jb's height/a little shorter bc i am and theres no shorter than julien rep ANYWHERE

personally, i see julien as lowkey so possessive in a cutie non toxic way... and sometimes that manifests in some cutie jeleousy that gf can not get enough of. i think it obviously would come out in like flirty enviornments like bars and parties where people are loosey goosey... but sometimes it's just like and about on a normal date. here's a little thought i cooked up for like a more domestic environment jealousy:

aquairum date

the date starts out very normal, classic boyfriend!julien activities are happening

she's making sure y'all are touching at all times. like she'll die if you guys are not physically connected

i'm talking arm around your shoulder, iron grip within intertwined hands, hand in ur jean pocket 16 candles style, hand on the small of your back,,,, but i think eventually (and her favorite, albeit a little awkward) she's hugging you from behind as you walk, almost hanging on you, head perfectly slotted on your shoulder kissing your head and neck at every stop to look at the pretty fish

"jay! look at this one" "real pretty princess" *kisses your head* (its over i can'tttt)

then maybe she leaves you to go get you like a bottle of water or a jacket from the car (idk something to make you more comfortable, very "can't have my baby thirsty/cold" vibes)

then of course, you are looking so cute and so gay, a girl approaches you

you are very focused on the fish bc they are truly just so pretty (can you tell i love fish?) and only look up when mystery girl nudges you

"omg i'm so sorry" "oh uh, you're good" "sorry, i have a bit of a habit for running into pretty girls"

and your're kinda caught off guard bc like... this is an aquarium??

"haha um thank you" "so what are you doing here all alone"

mystery girl is sooo fuck boy coded just go with it

"well um my girlfr-"

julien is back behind you, re koala latching twisting open the water bottle for you and handing it to you, GLARING at this girl

"sorry it took me a second princess, who's this?"

then her grip tightens pulling you even closer to her chest

mystery girl, bless her heart, replies "we just bumped into each other. i was just letting her know how beautiful she was"

oh jb did not like that

she reaches over grabs your jaw tilting your head to the side and back to look at her

"she is beautiful. my sweet girl" and kisses you DEEPLY

and ur blushing because you know jealous/protective/possesive!julien is in the room with us now and kind of giggle out of the kiss

"well then... i should be going, sorry again for running into you"

instead of letting you respond or responding herself jb keeps your face turned and starts kissing all over ur face as you giggle letting mystery girl to just shuffle away.

for the rest of the date she is SO overly affectionate

squeezing ur hips

keeping you so close

kissing your cheek and neck as you tell her about all the fish and animals

"really baby? that's so cool" "my little biologist" "ooo princess what about these?"

it's times like these julien wishes she wore lipstick to leave a mark on your face so everyone knows

she's probably taking you to the gift shop and buying you some random thing for fun because when she's jealous she doesn't take it out on you, she's secure with you and knows you aren't doing anything but being your pretty self

in fact it just makes her softer and more affectionate

when you finally let her drag you out she had you against the car kissing you lovingly and deeply and sets her forehead against yours

"i just love you so much. my sweet girl. my priincess"

"all yours j."

note from c: i hope this is at least semi ok? literally no editing or even proof reading, just love sick delusion.

#i am so in love with her #julien baker x reader #julien baker fanfic #julien baker x fem!reader #boygenius fanfic #boy with the pink carnation writes!

[yuri-is-online]

Hello Yuri!! Congrats on 500 followers!! You deserve it, your writing is amazing and makes me so happy whenever you post something new! (・∀・)

If it’s alright, could I request Ace Trappola, Ruggie Bucchi and Cater Diamond with prompt four if that’s okay? About the reader meeting someone at the ball and ranting to the boys about them.

Thank you so much in advance, and congratulations again!! ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

4. You met someone really wonderful at the Masquerade Ball and have been ranting about how he was totally the love of your life to your abnormally quiet friend. Actually, wasn't he invited too? Maybe you should ask him how that went.

Hello Rhea! It's always a pleasure to see you in my notifications, though you did give me a bit of whiplash with how fast this request came in (;ﾞ°´ω°´) It makes me very happy to hear I have managed to make you happy, I hope you like this post too. Also thank you very much for the kind words, they made me feel much better.

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, I know the prompt says "quiet" but these three are sort of the chatty type so it's more like dodging the question (sorry), the other event requests can be found on my masterlist here. There's a movie reference hidden here (kind of) that if someone gets I'll probably scream idk.

Ace

There is a god in some sort of heaven and he hates Ace Trappola. Well maybe not a god, maybe it's just Riddle, and he certainly doesn't hate him, Ace is just being dramatic. But there has to be some sort of rule Riddle is breaking here, seriously what beacon of morals and etiquette sits pretending to sip tea while obviously eve's dropping on what should be a terribly private conversation. It's a nightmare made substantially worse by just how long he has been wanting to have this talk.

"Honestly I wasn't expecting to have so much fun, I thought Crowley was just going to put on a cheap tacky formal, not an actual ball with proper costumes." You feel light headed with joy for a change, technically half of the things you've experienced in this world you never would have in yours but a real, fancy Masquerade somehow felt more surreal than the overblots or flying brooms. Maybe it was because you had seen pictures of real ball costumes and masks that made it feel more tangible, like this was something you really were meant to be a part of.

"The costuming was indeed very impressive." Riddle swirls his cup just gently enough to avoid spilling his precious tea whilst making sure to pour Ace's all over the Heartslabyul lounge. "I was surprised at how impossible it was to tell who was who."

"I know! That's the whole problem." You practically jump up from the couch, before remembering yourself and settling down again. Ace notices you still move subconsciously closer to him, even if your silly head doesn't know just who he is. Or would it be was?

"Is it really?" Ace really wishes you weren't so used to ignoring his whining. "The entire point of a Masquerade is to be anonymous, isn't that why you and Deuce thought it was 'romantic.'" He had wanted to have this talk in Ramshackle where it was guaranteed to be private- scratch that he wanted to have it last night while he was trying to imagine what your eyes looked like under your mask. What they would look like if he moved his aside and just said what he was trying to for once instead of flirting more with the subtext than you.

"Well yeah I guess." You mumble. Your chest has been tied up in funny knots and Ace's unenthusiastic tone isn't helping with the pain. "But it's driving me insane to think I could have met my soul mate and all I know about him is that he makes a really attractive clown." Riddle chokes, tea cup clanking onto it's saucer as he politely tries to pass off his laugh as a cough. "Well not just that..." you mumble, closing your eyes to conjure up the memory of the jester who had produced a rose from behind your ear and insisted on leaving it there for luck.

"What sort of luck?" He held onto the rose just a second too long for your poor heart to bear, you swear he could feel it if he pressed his fingers that much closer to your pulse point.

"Well mine of course, how else am I supposed to find you when this is over." It's odd not to see the man's lips, your heart tells you it suspects he's smiling but it won't confirm it.

"That's not luck!" You laugh. "That's cheating!" He shrugs, as if to say he knows, that's the whole point. As if to say it's worth it to break the rules where you're concerned. It's daring, the way he holds you as you dance, the way your heart is screaming for you to just-

"I should have kissed him." You groan, remembering how Grim had charged in between you and your date screaming about how he'd never approve or something dumb like that. Just who did he think he was anyway?

"Well then why don't you!" Ace cringes as he says it, neck beet red as you go to sass him back before the oddly serious nature of his tone and the implication of his syntax force you to stop. Riddle's exit barely registers as you stare each other down, Ace from the corner of his eye and you with the full force you can gather.

"Would you have let me?" You whisper. A familiar touch lights just behind your ear, pressing in this time to trace the speed of your heartbeat.

"Only one way to find out, prefect." You expect him to run. Make some sort of joke about how he was pranking you, or say kissing before marriage being against the rules. But he doesn't. He waits, perhaps in the way he has been since the first night he showed up at Ramshackle, collared and crabby, just waiting for you to close the gap.

And embrace you as you fall.

Ruggie

Ramshackle was closer to the main castle than Savanaclaw. That was the excuse Ruggie had used to get you to agree to let him crash there, in his mind anyway. Really, all he had needed to do was ask, but you know that's not exactly how he works. Your relationship has always been a series of scratches, offers of give and take that tend to be minor but offer just enough of a technicality for true feelings to remain hidden just out of sight. That doesn't change how surreal it is to see him here so late, or the sharp contrast between all the stiff collars and plaster faces you both had been drowning in just a moment ago and the worn gym clothes you both wear for pajamas.

"Man I'm beat." Ruggie says, sinking into the couch. You aren't in much better shape, if he wasn't taking up a part of it you would be sprawled face down across the length the couch. Instead, you satisfy yourself with curling up into the far corner. You have a dreamy smile on your face, content like how he usually looks when he eats a large meal, or when he thinks you aren't looking.

"I think I found your soul mate hanging around the buffet tables tonight." You lazily tease, tracing nonsensical shapes on the floor to amuse the nervous energy from your earlier encounter.

"Oh yeah?" Ruggie sounds vaguely intrigued, but he doesn't move much. If anything he settles his neck more firmly into the sofa back, eyes intentionally trained on the ceiling. "What makes you say that?"

"He was stealing all the apple fritters." You say, dreamy smile widening when Ruggie snorts. "Too bad I intend on stealing him from you."

"Do you now." He murmurs, head tilting back down into his palm. He rests his elbow on his knee, but he doesn't look at you, not immediately. Your well into your little rant before he does.

"Well at first I was just going to steal the food-" that was the whole reason he had wanted to stay here, the two of you had hatched a plan weeks ago to smuggle in some containers and smuggle out as much food from the banquet hall as possible and it just made more sense to take it to Ramshackle "but he offered to give it to me so long as I danced with him." There is a container of said fritters in between you both, sticky with caramelized sugar and a good reminder of just how expensive the Masquerade Ball must have been to throw. It's odd to have food last so long in Ramshackle, odder still with Ruggie so close.

"Nice try." You said. "But you won't trick me like that. My friend trained me well and I need to bring those back to him."

"Are you sure about that?" The man's voice is muffled by his mask, white plaster forming three faces obscuring any meaningful detail of his real looks. He's radiant, something about the way he's managing to thread the needle through the crowd despite his exaggerated mask is holding all your attention despite Ruggie's warnings. You're supposed to be competing to see who would bring the most food home, but instead you're dancing in the arms of someone else, laughing as he kisses your hand when he dips you in tune with the song. "Your friend is missing out, I have the best tasting thing in the ballroom right here."

"I'm sorry I was so distracted I only managed to snag a couple things. Did you get anything good?" You roll out of the corner closer to the center, just out of his reach but oh so obtainable.

"Nope~" he says, letting the word pop and looking away with more shame than you have seen on his face... ever now that you think about it. "I uhh. I may have... also.. gotten distracted." Both of you look at the single container of apple fritters, suddenly very much aware that neither of you actually brought anything else back to your dorm.

"Laugh with me." You try to protest but Ruggie has both your fingers up to your lips, his trademark smirk looks good on you, he wishes he could take a picture. "Embarrassed prefect? You shouldn't be so worried, I told you how I felt didn't I?"

"But you don't know how I taste!" You manage to wail and he finally cracks, shaking with laughter and letting you curl your blanket around you in a ball of embarrement. You stay like that for a good long while, trying to beat down the smile that twitches at the corner of your mouth until Ruggie reaches over to unwrap you casing and pull your head into his lap.

"Well then, maybe you should let me test you." He's wrong you think as your lips meet, Ruggie has got to taste much sweeter.

Cater

"Well someone looks like they had fun last night~" Cater says and you giggle in response. He allows himself to pause before he continues, Cater really hates the sound of his own voice. How anyone can stand him is beyond him, and he knows the conversation he's about to have has a pretty good chance- no.

It's going to destroy the carefully built illusion he's woven around your "friendship" even if you react positively. Losing you would be painful, but keeping you in the dark would be even worse. He has to play this smart, play you correctly so he can try and keep your eyes with him even if they only look at the superficial face he wears.

Yes, Cater has to play you carefully, but he is off to a bad start. You know before he sits down that something is wrong, it's written all over his face sewn into his unwashed hair and dark circles under his eyes.

"I want to say 'you too' but honestly you look exhausted Cater, you sure you want to be awake right now?" You don't want to press him in case that makes him run, but you also know Cater a bit better than he wants to acknowledge. You don't really think the bit of yourself you have to share will help soothe him, but he goes along with his script anyway.

"Seriously, you worry too much!" He can't say about me because he wants your worries, and he knows that denial would crack his mask. "Besides I've just been dying to hear about the dance, you seemed really excited to go!" There's a sparkle in your eyes, a flush to your cheeks that he desperately wishes he had put there.

"It went well." That’s all you can bring yourself to say as your hands go to fiddle absent mindedly with the sleeves of your blazer.

"That's good?" He tries to poke at the topic but you don't go further. "Or was is it not good and you just don't want to think about it?"

"No! No it's just. I met someone. Or I think I did anyway." Cater blinks. Once. Twice. Three times just for luck because he knows, or at least he thinks he knows, that he was the only one with you all night. What you're saying just can't be right, there's no way you didn't know it was him all night. "He was just so easy to talk to! I completely lost track of time and didn't meet up with anyone else..." Your little embarrassed smile confirms it, you didn't know. He laughs.

"Sorry," he doesn't mean that "you're just too cute Yuu." He pulls his phone from his pocket as you desperately stutter.

"Look I'm really sorry I know I said I'd look for you, Riddle, and Trey but I was just... I don't know, moonstruck?" He laughs more, practically chokes as he quickly types an apology to Trey and savors your embarrassment just a moment longer.

"Don't you mean starstruck?" He teases and you suddenly find a bit of your fight back and fiercely shake your head.

"No way! That's for famous people. Moonstruck is for when you're overcome with ridiculous love for someone even if you don't know them." You pout and Cater looks at his phone, not to do anything really just to center himself and his thoughts. He has a choice to make, and he doesn't know where either path will go.

"Are you alright?" Cater should have known you would find him, there should be something scary with how unconsciously in tune with him you are. He doesn't say anything, but that doesn't seem to discourage you. You settle yourself next to him, sitting quietly keeping him company until he's ready to speak.

"It's all just a bit too much." He gestures vaguely at the room, uncertain why he's decided to speak about this now and not run from it. "Everyone's here wearing masks and hiding themselves like it's a fun thing to do."

"It can be." You say calmly. "But always dressing like this would be a lot." You look over the crowd with the stranger, the conversation lulls, and you try to examine the man's costume for a hint of what might be best to say. "You know," your voice is uncertain, but the words that come to you aren't ones you don't believe in, "everyone wears a mask sometimes, especially when they're afraid or lonely." The man says nothing, but something about the way he sits suggests you still have his attention. "You're not obligated to remove those masks for anyone, it has to be done when you are ready to accept the consequences of how other people will see you."

Cater isn't ready. He somehow doubts he ever will be. He wishes there was a way to confess this with a guarantee that the consequences won't burn him.

"You weren't the only one moonstruck." You look hopeful almost, exactly like you did when you'd pulled him from his corner to dance. Exactly the same as when you had when he had teasingly pulled your mask aside to kiss you, the same cute look he would never be sorry to see on your face. "Say are you busy prefect? I think there's something I need to tell you."

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trappola x reader #ruggie bucci x reader #cater diamond x reader #500 followers celebration #side note #but i think riddle would be very pro aceyuu #if for no other reason than it gives him something to hold over ace's head #“follow the rules or I'm taking away your prefect time :/”

[sugaimhome]

cybersex - jm

pairing: cam boy jimin x anxious reader non idol au

genre: friends to lovers? smut, fluff, 18+ pls

warnings: ig jimin is a sex worker, smut, voyeurism, mentions of anxiety, reader is insecure, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of masturbation, he has his hand around her neck, MISSIONARY other smexy things yk, soft jimin. i love them, jimin is rough one minute then soft the next

summary: jimin's only source of income is his livestreams, when he starts loosing viewers and money he admits it to his friends, including you and secretly you agree to help him... on camera, but things are more complicated than it seems

parts: one shot (i do have an idea for a second part if this goes well! i really wanna write it ah)

words: 8.7k

as per, not proof read.

A/N: i have been working on this since november and that's the longest i have worked on something, idk how i feel about this but i love the way i wrote jimin so theres that. also i intended to post this on more like the 20th but i am posting now! ahead of schedule go me. i hope you enjoy! thank you for the support!

Jimin had arrived at your weekly group meetup 10 minutes late. He was late a lot of the time but today he was grumpy, he was only talking to Taehyung, who was looking as worried as Jimin, and he was seriously avoiding the alcohol. All of this you observed from your vantage point of your spot half way up Seokjin’s stairs. Your shoulder was pressed against Yoongi’s and as you did in most group gatherings, the two of you were trying to escape socialising. You tended to exchange a few words, then when Yoongi had drunk enough, you’d both venture down to the rest of the group. By the end of the night Yoongi would be dancing on the table with Tae, but before then he’d need at least two more cups. For a moment your attention is taken away from Jimin as Namjoon’s head appears through the wooden panels of  the bannister. 

“I brought you socialising juice.” he smiles, handing you up two shot glasses.

“Thanks Joon, I’m not drinking tonight” you smile back at him, he shrugs as Yoongi reaches for both glasses.

“No worries” he smirks, “I’ll drink them both” 

Both Namjoon and yourself watch as Yoongi tips his head back and downs one of the drinks, his adam's-apple bobbing up and down. He pauses, not even wincing before bringing the other to his lips. 

“We’ll be down in five minutes, I should imagine” you joke to Namjoon, who like you is staring wide eyed at Yoongi, not necessarily shocked, more impressed.

“I give it two minutes,” Namjoon replies,"that stuff's heavy." You giggle, and sure enough, two minutes later Yoongi is telling the rest of the group about something, or someone, he had done last night. You weren’t really listening, you’d probably hear the story again in the car as you drove him and Jungkook home later, your attention was on Jimin, who would normally be listening intently to this kind of story. He’s staring absentmindedly into Jin’s ceiling, a ceiling with no great interest. Yoongi's story ends and the attention turns to Jimin. “What’s wrong man?” Namjoon asks, with genuine care in his voice.

For a moment you don’t think Jimin will reply. He stares at Namjoon as if he’s asked the most difficult question he's ever heard, nervously rubbing his nose with his hand. Just when you think he’ll shrug it off he says “I’m losing viewers” you tilt your head, not completely understanding the context of his comment for a moment.

“I’m losing viewers” he sighs, as he does, you realise how much weight he’s lost recently. “I’m not making enough money” 

It then clicks what he’s talking about, and it does with the others too as they all collectively gasp. He looks around the room, when he realises that everyones still paying attention to him he continues. “It’s been happening for months, I am barely making enough to live”

You wondered why Jimin had called off the meeting scheduled at his house the other week, if he couldn’t afford to live, he couldn't afford to buy alcohol for seven of his mates. “I applied for a job at a supermarket” his head is down, it must be pretty embarrassing to admit that in front of all his friends who, like he had up until recently, been doing very well with money. Too well.

“We’ll support you” you remind him, not caring if it insults him, because you would support him. You’d support any of them. 

“I know,” he replies, smiling at you. Though the moment of eye contact doesn’t last long as he looks back down to the floor.

“Have you tried spicing it up?” Yoongi asks, Hobi actually groaning at the word “spicing”. It was funny how they swapped personalities when they were drunk, you find yourself smiling despite the heavy and weird topic.

“I’ve tried everything.” Jimin explains. “Different toys, different positions, I even tried losing weight, but apparently no one wants to watch me jerk off anymore.”

There was once, years ago, when Yoongi had dared you to log into one of Jimin's livestreams and watch it. You knew the others sometimes watched him, for whatever reasons you could not, and would not think about. The thirty seconds you had experienced were bliss though, you couldn’t imagine how anyone could stop watching it. You blush slightly at the thought of the very clear memory of Jimin rubbing his hand up and down his dick and whimpering in a way you never thought could be hot. You close your eyes, trying to block out the image as you had done countless times. 

“You should have special guests” Yoongi suggests, his voice is slurred now as he leans forward in his chair. “Invite some girls on, people would like to see that.” 

“I have had no hook ups in the past year that would be comfortable with doing that Yoongi. Plus it’s special to me. I wouldn't want some random pornstar screaming all over my cam like that.”

“There's nothing worse than a screaming girl.” Hobi replies, staring into the bottom of his glass, disappointed with the lack of liquid, he glances at Yoongi, as if he had stolen it, even though it had been in Hobi’s hand the whole time. 

“Let’s not shame them” you say. “It’s their job and if people jerk off to them screaming and that's how they get their money, who are you to judge?”

They all stare at you a little shocked, you wonder yourself where the sudden burst of confidence came from. “Are you a screamer?” Seokjin asks. “You seem to be quite defensive of the subject”

“No! I’m not!” you exclaim suddenly, as Seokjin had suggested, very defensive of both the subject and yourself. Your exclamation earns a laugh from some of the others, cut short when Yoongi speaks. 

"That's perfect then" Yoongi decides. You look at him with your head tilted to the side for a moment. What did he mean?

When it's clear both you and everyone else don't understand what he means he continues. "If Y/N isn't a screamer, and Jimin doesn't want screamers on his cams. You can join him." He's looking at you. Pointing at you.

Before Yoongi even finishes you're staring at him wide eyed with a blush high on your cheeks. All these years of friendship and this is how drunk Yoongi repays you. 

No one speaks, you realise that it's your time to say something and, voice shaking, you reply to him. "You know I don't feel that way about any of you"

You see Jungkook pout out the corner of your vision. The rest of them stare at you wide eyed, as if you hadn't said that before. The fool himself opens his mouth to speak again but Jimin's there before he can start. "That's enough Yoongi" he sounds demanding, defending you and you feel your pussy pulse in response. You're so embarrassed. This whole thing, your reaction, your apparent attraction to Jimin and everyone staring at you wide eyed makes you want to curl up in a ball and cry. You'd do anything to get out of this situation.

The thing is, you realise with a startling surety, you would join Jimin on one of his cams. It had fascinated you since the day you'd learnt it was his job. You trusted Jimin, if there was anyone to do something so daring with, it would be him. There was no way, however, you'd ever admit that to him. 

The conversation, as Jimin had demanded, had moved on. Now it was both you and Jimin staring into Seokjin’s ceiling. Great. Min Yoongi had really ruined your night. Having no interest in the new conversation and more interest in eating your sorrows away, you get up and head towards the kitchen to raid Seokjin’s cupboard for something. 

The kitchen, like the rest of Seokjin's house, is an organised chaos, nothing seems to have a place but if you were to ask Seokjin where anything was, he'd know. However, you didn't, and when you hear footsteps behind you, for some reason you assume it's Seokjin coming to prevent you from turning the place upside down. "Do you know where the chocolate is?" you ask innocently, as if you were just wondering and didn't intend to eat your way through it all.

"No" you freeze, it's not Seokjin, it's Jimin. You could tell from his voice alone. "But I can help you find it" 

"Oh, hi." you mumble "thank you." You're still feeling a little nervous around him. For no reason. He wasn’t the one who had suggested anything. 

"I'm sorry about earlier" he admits, offering you a little lopsided sympathy smile. "You know no one would ever expect that of you. I don't know what's wrong with Yoongi ."

You gulp. Nodding and muttering something along the lines of "It's not your fault"

"I know but it's not something you'd ever want. You looked so embarrassed." 

You want to scream at him. How can he not see that it is something you'd want and you have no idea why? How can he not see you want him?

Sighing when you reach the last cupboard you reply to him. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

He laughs, it's a sweet laugh, one that shows he's thankful. "Unless you're offering yourself up like Yoongi suggests, then no, but thank you." 

He's kneeling on the floor now, searching through the cupboard next to you. You side eye him. Now would be your moment. If you had the guts. Your mind flashes back to Yoongi, speaking as if he knew your exact thoughts, he knew you better than any of the others and you wonder if he fabricated all this to give you this one moment. This chance.

"And what if I did" you want to slap your hand to your mouth to stop yourself talking but it's too late, you've committed now. Jimin has frozen his digging though Seokjin's cupboards and is staring at you with a mixture of confusion and shock. "What if I did want to offer myself up like Yoongi suggested?"

He looks at you speechless for a moment. "How much have you had to drink?" He asks.

"I'm driving." It's an adequate answer as his mouth drops a little. 

"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" He whispers, looking to the door, as if to keep it from the others. 

You only nod and he shoots to his feet, walking back and forth across the kitchen. All this time you'd been obsessing over wanting Jimin. You hadn’t considered that he might not want you and that causes your body to freeze up and tears to form in the corners of your eyes. You think the pacing is part of him thinking of a way to say no to you, to say you weren't attractive to him. "I'm sorry" you apologise, a reflex of yours when things seemed to be going ever so slightly wrong. "I don't mean to make it weird. Gosh I'm so sorry it is so weird. I know you don't see me like that" you put your hand to your forehead. You're still on the floor by the cupboard, Jimin turns to you, he's shaking his head.

"Are you sure?" He asks, and like an idiot you think he's asking if you're sure it's weird, but your answer is the same anyway.

"I am sure"

"And if the others saw it? How'd you know if you'd be comfortable with that"

Your eyes widen. He's considering it. Despite this being your idea you feel like your eyebrows are touching your hairline. “I don’t think I care” you reply, the thought did unsettle you a little, the thought of all the others seeing you naked, seeing you that intimate with someone. But you always tried to live by the motto of “you only live once” - at times your anxiety seriously got in the way of that, but not this time. 

Jimin is pacing the room again, walking back and forth in front of you. It's making your head hurt. “What if you regret it?”

Your heart melts when you realise all the pacing back and forth isn’t about Jimin, it's about you, he's worrying about you. “I don’t think I will. Plus that would be my responsibility Jimin, not yours.”

Then, to your amazement, he stops his pacing, running a hand through his hair before saying “Okay.”

For a moment you’re too shocked to even speak then all the words start coming out at once. “You’ll have to tell me when and where, what to wear, what to say. I have no idea what I’m doing.” your hands are folded together on your lap, both them and your voice shaking as you speak. “I want to help you but I don’t want to make it worse and-”

He’s sitting on the floor in front of you now, holding your shaking hands in his. “If you’ve agreed to do this, why are you so anxious about it?” he asks, running his thumb over your hand.

“I get anxious about anything, no matter how much I want to do it.” you reply, watching him hold your hands in his, enjoying the closeness to someone for a moment. He only hums in response.

“I’ll message you later okay?” he tells you, helping you to your feet. After all of that you never found any chocolate. “If you change your mind, you don’t have to do this.”

“I know” you smile, he's still holding one of your hands as you talk. Then he's walking away, like they do in the movies. His fingers sciming yours. When you allow yourself to breathe again he's back in the living room and you’re standing in the kitchen by yourself, a little confused with all that just happened, and still very upset with your lack of chocolate. 

*** 

After the kitchen incident earlier it had taken you 10 minutes to find the confidence to walk back into the living room. When you did no one really paid attention to you and you spent the rest of the night under one of Jungkook's arms, one of your favourite places to be, until it was time to go home. Now with Yoongi in the passenger seat and Jungkook alone in the back you finally had some silence. If you could consider whatever Yoongi was playing on your stereo silence. You see Yoongi turn it down out of the corner of your eye, then you feel him staring at you. “How did it go?” he asks, whispering as if Jungkook couldn’t hear. You blush, you don’t know what he’s on about, but he seems to know.

“I don’t know what you mean, Yoongi.” you can hear the tiredness in your voice, and how upset with him you still are.

“With Jimin” he continues, Jungkook has leant forward in the passenger seat to listen to the conversation. 

“Yoongi you’re delusional” you tell him, a small blush rising on your cheeks.

“So nothing happened?” he pouts.

“No, Yoongi.” 

The three sit in silence for a moment, the music impossible to hear over the sound of your car. Then, in the comedic fashion that was your life, the speaker announces “A new SMS message from Jimin” 

Yoongi’s mouth drops open and all you can do is laugh. Jungkook rushes back to his little space between the two front seats, waiting to see if the rest of the message would read out; but that's something else you turned off long ago because they couldn’t keep their noses out of your business.

“Oh my goodness” Yoongi breathes. “Something did happen.”

“Nothing happened. It's completely unrelated, or it's an apology for your behaviour Min Yoongi” you take your eyes off the road for a moment to stare at him.

“What would Jimin be messaging you that's unrelated?” Jungkook asks from the back seat. 

You sigh. “How many times a month do you message me to tell me you’re constipated Jungkook?” you ask him. Nodding whilst muttering a small fair enough, he sits back in his chair. 

"So no Jimin x Y/N sex tape?" Jungkook sighs. "I was looking forward to that"

You sit in silence for the rest of the trip home. How did you end up with a bunch of idiotic friends? It's almost comedic how they will be getting a Jimin x Y/N sex tape if they log into one of Jimin's live streams at the right time. You're blushing and, embarrassingly, clenching your legs together as you drive along. 

You only allow yourself to look at your phone once you're back in your flat, fully relaxed on one of your sofas with your legs up on the coffee table in front of you. Alone. The message is what you expected it to be. 

“My place tomorrow? If you’d be more comfortable at yours I'd have to bring my setup over, but that's not a problem of course! Just wear anything you like but anything fancy underneath would probably be appreciated by the people but idm. I'll talk about the rest tomorrow, come round mine at 5? xx”

You gulp, not really sure how to reply, you settle with a simple “Okie (:” before throwing your phone down beside you. Staring at the ceiling you realise the exact scope of everything you’ve agreed to, you begin to question everything. 

*** 

At exactly 4.55 the next day you’re sat in your car outside jimin's place, you’d been sat here for nearly half an hour, convinced that if you’d have left on time you would have chickened out. You’re sure you’re going mad. 

It's your feet that lead you from your car to his front door, it's your hand that raises to press the buzzer, your mind feels absent, like you left it in the car, or maybe at your flat. When he finally opens the door it's like he’s taken half a day. He's wearing stonewash jeans and an oversized purple cardigan, you’d definitely never seen him in this before.

“Hi” he says, stepping aside so you can enter the similar hallway. It's as it always has been  and somehow the familiarity of it brings you back into your senses. 

“How are you?” you manage to say, a small smile covers his lips before he replies. 

“Excited.” 

You blush, looking down at the shoes you’re taking off to avoid his eyes “me too.”

He leads you upstairs and, with his hand on your lower back, into his bedroom. You had only been in this room once and that was so long ago that it had completely changed since. Two cameras rested on two stands and instead of a rushing feeling of dread like you’d expected your heart only beats in anticipation. You are heading towards the cameras when Jimin speaks.

“Y/N?” he's asking you to turn to you and you do. “Just promise me that if you didn’t want to do this you’d say? And if you change your mind halfway though you'd tell me?”

“I promise” you are sure about this anyways. This always happened with you, everything before the moment was terrifying but once the moment had begun things were a little less scary. When you properly look at Jimin however, he looks worried.

“Do you want to do this?” you ask him. 

“Of course I do, I'm just worried about you.” 

“I would tell you Jimin. Would a safeword make you happy?”

“A safeword would make me happy” he replies, a little of the worry falling from his features. 

“How about Chocolate?” you suggest. He smiles before nodding and leading you to his bed. You sit on the end of it not quite sure what to do with yourself. 

Then he’s kissing you. You would have gasped in shock but his lips were covering yours, he’s stood between your legs leaning over to kiss you and it's so amazing, he kisses so well. When he pulls away you’re both speechless and breathless for a moment. “The camera wasn’t on?” you ask him, a little confused. 

He's messing about behind the cameras now with wires and lights, the whole setup looks less intimidating than you had imagined, he replies “I wanted a moment between just the two of us.” You stand from the bed, moving behind the cameras to watch him set it up.

Your heart rate increases, you realise there's no time for swooning over Jimin and push those feelings away. “Is there a plan?”

“I’m gonna eat you out first. Then I’m gonna fuck you. How good is your arch?” he's not looking at you as he speaks, and you are glad of it, your knees almost knocking together as they strain to hold you up. How can he say such things so absent mindedly?

“Arch is good. I think.” you reply, trying to hold the excited shake from your voice. As if you hadn't been practising in front of your mirror for the past 12 hours. 

“I think I’m going to lay you sideways, like this” he is up from the floor now, gesturing towards the bed and where he will want you to lay. “This way, they'll get a good view of your pussy” he pauses to glance at you and gauge your reaction “as long as that's okay with you?”

You nod. 

He continues. “And a good view of the rest of your body, but your face should be too far away for anyone to really recognise you, unless they know you really well.” you realise that he’s referencing all the others. It doesn’t phase you as much as it had before, if anything it excites you. Blushing at the level of dedication he seems to have put into keeping you comfortable and your mind wandering happily towards what was about to happen, you can feel wetness pooling in the fancy lingerie you had put on for the occasion. 

“Right.” he slaps his hands together and gestures towards the cameras. “They're on. We just need enough people watching before we bring you in.” 

That's when things start to get really interesting. You’re surprised at the casualty of it all as Jimin strips off his t-shirt. He sits in front of the camera and just watches as views increase, shirtless.

You’d seen them all shirtless before of course, at the beach, at pools but this was different. So so different. He’d obviously been applying oil and his abs were all shiny and slightly veiny you gulp. Jimin must notice as he gestures for you to move behind the cameras, from this angle you can see him as they see him, and you can see the comments and viewers streaming though. 

“He’s hot”

“Is he gesturing towards someone?” 

You look up at him, he's looking directly at you, then he winks and your knees go a little weak again. “You can strip now. If you're ready?” You can see it in his eyes, he doesn’t want to be pressured and that's why he's done it like this. It's your decision whether or not to enter the camera in a moment, and until then you can watch the increasing views.  And what he’s saying on the stream seems to be working fine. Working too well for you to back out now, 

“Wankerjane69 donated £20”

Your eyes widen, giving a thumbs up to Jimin. He, however, can’t see what you're putting up your thumbs too and tilts his head in confusion. 

Putting your bag down that you hadn’t realised was still on your shoulder you begin to strip off your clothes, you start with your jumper, an oversized one you are pretty sure you stole from Yoongi. There was no point wearing a shirt underneath so you’re instantly in your black lacy bra. When you appear from the inside of your hoodie, Jimin is staring at you with lust in his eyes. Suddenly you want to cover up and you fold your arms over your chest. “Don’t be shy. It’s okay” he whispers, ignoring the limited intimacy you thought the camera would bring, Jimin obviously isn’t afraid to express his emotions in front of it.

Glancing over to the comments they’re coming though so quickly you can hardly read them before the next one replaces it. Adrenaline fuels every muscle in your body. You drop your arms, Jimin relaxing a little as you do. It's clear that he expected you to back out of this, but you’re so turned on you couldn’t care less if everyone watched you right now. You step out of your trousers, fighting with them and your balance without a chair to sit on, scared of tipping over the camera and everything going up into the air you try to slow down your shaky movements. Maybe you were feeling the anxiety more than you liked to admit. 

Thousands of comments later you’re finally out of your clothes, standing there in front of Jimin in just the fancy lingerie you had put on for the occasion. His eyes roaming every curve and impurity of your body is scarier than the aspect of the camera recording you. You knew he wouldn’t agree to this if he didn’t find you attractive or if he thought that his viewers wouldn’t find you attractive and that does give you a little more confidence. He stands from the bed, moving closer to the camera so all that viewers can see is his crotch area, it makes you smile a little. He smiles at you in response, tilting his head to the side, it's to question if you’re ready, and in response, you nod your head, it was now or never. 

Out of the view of the camera Jimin touches your bare arms, ghosting his fingers down your arm where he gently grips your hand with his, pulling you slowly in front of the camera. Every step you take in front of the viewers he gages your reaction, watching your emotions, presumably to pull you back out of the frame if you changed your mind. But despite the anxiety, the way it made your heart feel smaller, your stomach 6 feet underground, you still wanted to do this. With him. 

“I’m okay” you whisper, trying to sound confident, and it must work, because he grins, walking you backwards until the bare backs of your knees are against the soft bed sheets, he leads you backwards onto the bed so your legs hang over the edge, Jimin standing between them as your back presses against the cold sheets, nipples hardening with both the arousal and the cold. Jimin stands over you for a moment, using his legs to prevent you from closing yours. Your body is placed right in front of the camera, when Jimin moves away your whole body will be on display to them. 

The weight of Jimin's body on yours feels a little distant as you space out, too scared to think about the situation at hand. His kisses on your neck are what bring you back to crystal clarity. “It's okay,” he mumbles into your ear, his lips ghosting your skin. “Don’t overthink it just have fun” 

When people had said this to you in the past it had sometimes made you upset, anxiety was never as easy as that, there was never a switch on or switch off button, it happened when it happened and there was really no changing that. But Jimin was right, the worst that could come of this was the others seeing you, and you had already established that you didn’t really care about that. So you pushed the anxiety away as Jimin began to kiss down your body, stopping at your breasts, peppering nippy kisses on the over-spilled area of your tits, unhooking the back of your bra and setting them free, before carrying on down your body, your stomach, then the area above your pants. As you suck in a breath of anticipation, Jimin toys with the elastic band. The sheer lace doesn’t leave much to the imagination in the first place, but the second he starts to wiggle them down your thighs everyone can see everything. Including your glittering entrance, coated in a liquid that proves your arousal.  Your breathing increases, not from anxiety but from how shockingly turned on it made you that so many people were staring right at the most intimate area of you right now. You watch Jimin as he watches you, knelt between your legs. Your soul sets alight and you wish he would just bury his head into your cunt. He must read your thoughts, beginning to slowly press small kisses to the inside of your thighs. Then he’s level with your pussy, your pants long gone, disregarded somewhere across the room, your mind goes numb, feeling his breath against you, just waiting for him to touch you. “Please Jimin” you whisper, hoping the camera won’t pick up on it, but you know that microphone is designed to pick up every little noise, every little whimper.

“You like begging for my tongue?” he asks, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit, you let out a little sigh of relief, but it was nowhere near enough. “Beg for me, like a good girl.”

You clench so hard, how did Jimin seem to know exactly what you liked? Were your kinks really that obvious for anyone to see? It brings a heat to your cheeks, but Jimin only chuckles, watching you clench around the air. “If you’re so desperate, beg for it slut.” 

Almost crying with how good you felt, and he hadn’t even touched you yet, you allowed yourself to speak. “Please Jimin.” When he doesn’t take action you realise it's not enough. You’d need to say more. “I need your tongue, your fingers anything, please” you huff out in a single breath.

Blushing with how pathetic you felt, Jimin praises you “good girl” before diving straight into your pussy, he doesn’t even bother with little kisses or another lick, just straight to sticking his tongue into your pussy, his nose hitting your clit. You almost jolt back with the overwhelming shock of it. He's so overwhelmingly good, your legs raise and you almost turn away from him, but he catches your ankles in his hands, holding your legs above you as he presses his tongue into you harder. You hadn’t expected Jimin to be this good, your breathing laboured as he lets one of your legs drop to the floor, using his free hand to replace his tongue at your entrance. Jimin sucks on your clit as he curves his finger up into you, hitting a place you hadn’t known about until now. It hit you then, that in agreeing to this, you had agreed to the best orgasm of your life. It built with a slow surety of being unbelievable, you let out little moans, a second finger entering you. With both fingers fucking into that sensitive spot and his tongue flicking over your clit, your orgasm threatens to wash over you like a wave. “So close, Jimin” is all you can manage to say, and you regret saying it when he pulls away from you, letting your orgasm burn out like a flame. “Jimin!” you almost shout, genuinely annoyed that he’d stopped just as you were about to descend into what you knew was going to be your best orgasm ever. 

“I only want you cumming when it's around my cock” he turns a half smile to you, his chin coated in your wetness, with his head still between your legs, the image is entirely erotic. The possessiveness in his tone both turns you on further and terrifies you. He certainly hadn’t seemed this concerned about where you came when you discussed this arrangement earlier. Was there something else going on here?

But there's no time to think of it when he’s standing up again, pulling down his trousers and boxers at the same time, you’re up on your elbows, making sure that Jimin's bare ass is protecting your face from the camera. It doesn’t surprise you how big he is, you’d seen him on stream before but in person it looked so much more ethereal than on camera. It rested snuggly to his stomach, his head red and pulsing slightly from his arousal, veins wound like vines up his shaft, you couldn’t wait to feel that inside you. Jimin has an undeniably male smirk on his face, one that suggested he knew well how to use his dick, and was proud of it, as you sat there open- mouthed. He turns on his feet, showing his erection to the camera as he pulls his trousers off his legs, kicking them across the room. With his back to you, you reach down to play with your clit, but he turns his head, your eyes meet. You are obviously visible from the camera, he sneers. “If you want me to fuck you stop touching yourself” its purely demanding and your hand drops from your cunt straight away. He turns back to the camera. “She's such a good girl” he's addressing the camera, telling his viewers about you and you clench around the air again. “Knows that my cock is ten times better than her fingers.”

This side of Jimin is one you had never seen before, dominating and confident, it was obvious that the confident part of his personality was a given considering he had enough guts to post his dick all over the internet, but he had always been soft, and you still felt safe. Even if it did seem he knew all your kinks and turn ons, like he had been analysing it for a while. Your praise kink was no secret, you blushed when any of your 7 friends said you’d done a good job, or the dinner you made was good, because you strived to please others and that extended into the bedroom. You’re pulled from your thoughts when Jimin turns back to you, pulling you further down the bed by your ankles, you hadn’t realised how much you’d slid up the sheets as he had eaten you out. You expect him to fuck you like this, with your ass slightly over the side of the bed, so you spread your legs in anticipation. A small chuckle falls past his lips, it's not a cute laugh, but a mocking one. “So eager” he says, gripping your waist gently and flipping you over, so your breasts press against the soft material of his bed covers. You can't see where he is at this angle and it only causes your core to tighten with anticipation. His shaft presses against the inside of your thigh, one move and he would be pushed inside of you. Jimin’s arms appear on either side of your upper body and his whole weight presses into you, his warmth is comforting. With his breath close to your ear he whispers “are you okay to continue?”

Knowing he wouldn’t expect the nodding of your head as an answer, you whisper back “yes, please.”

In response he huffs out a breath of air, laughing at your neediness, you blush. “Move up the bed a little, I want you in doggy.”

The wetness pooling between your thighs seems deeper than any ocean, you wish he’d just fill you already. Using the muscles that sculptured his stomach and arms perfectly, he pulls you up the bed, you push your ass into the air, a kind of instinct as you arch your back. You're further away from the camera now and you’re careful to look away from it instead of towards it. “Everyone can see how wet you are for me” he tells you, you shudder as he runs a finger though the juices at your pussy, climbing off the bed, presumably to show the camera how his finger glittered in the light, coated in your wetness. Letting out a little whimper that you hope will encourage Jimin back onto the bed, to bury himself into your cunt. “You’re such a good girl for waiting” he admits, the bed dipping with his weight again. Jimin's hands meet your waist, his cock brushing against your ass. You moan again, only inciting a laugh from him. He removes one of his hands from your waist to wrap around the thick base of his cock as he moves it up and down your folds. Every time it notches into your entrance, or pushes against your clit you moan, almost thinking you could orgasm like this if he kept up. 

Then his head is pushing into you, it catches at your entrance, you’re stretching to accommodate him as he pushes further and further into you. Mouth open in a satisfied ‘0’ every inch he sinks into your core, you let out little sounds of pleasure. You had never felt someone sit so perfectly in you. His cock stretched you in all the places that you needed to be stretched and he just felt so good with his balls pressed against your clit. When he starts to slowly thrust into you, as if to test the water of how comfortable you felt, to test you wouldn't break before he went full pelt into you, something you had no doubt he would do, your whole frame of existence almost falls out below you. It had never felt this good. No man  had ever felt this good. Clenching around him at the thought of it, Jimin lets out his own little “please” it’s more like the Jimin you’re most familiar with and you allow yourself to smile. 

There's no time for your smugness as Jimin must realise you are more than ready to take his cock at a faster pace, he moves one of his legs up, allowing himself smoother and faster movements as he begins to pick up the place. Every time he pushes into you, you feel him everywhere, from his hands pulling you back against him, his cock dragging your walls, and his skin brushing against yours. It's bliss. You suppress your moans, figuring the people watching are here for Jimin, not you. Looking behind him slightly to camera, making eye contact with it as he reads some comments, Jimin continues his brutal thrusting, your moans stuck in your throat, so desperate to escape into the void of the air between the two of you. When he turns back to you he says “you don’t need to hold back, they want to hear you too. I want to hear you.”

Your whines and moans fall from your lips, everything you had suppressed coming out at once.  “Good girl” he says, almost absent mindedly, but the effect it has on you is undeniable as you clench around his cock. Groaning in response Jimin removes his hands from your waist, grabbing your arms almost harshly to pull you up to his chest, his muscles contract under your skin as he continues his thrusting. You are pressed flush against him when one of his hands presses into the soft skin of your throat, the other latching onto one of your breasts, pinching and pulling it to heighten your pleasure. The hand around your neck applies a weak pressure, applying all the blood in your body into your pussy, increasing the intense feeling in your core, the building orgasm that you know will leave your body limp building undeniably fast in this new position. Jimin must be able to tell, whispering into your ear. “Do it. Come on my cock.” 

It's a very tempting suggestion. “Jimin” you manage to breathe, struggling with the pressure around your neck. All you can think about is him, all you can feel is him. His dick dragging up and down your walls, his head hitting that place he found with his fingers every time he thrusts into you. His hand around your neck, his other pinching your nipple savagely. 

You fall, your body almost spasming as you descend into the amazing orgasm you knew was coming. Its light floating on a cloud, then falling, tumbling as you pulse uncontrollably around his cock, your mouth open in a silent scream, hands clawing at his arm just for something to grip onto, to ground you as bliss consumes you. As the fireworks that had started in each and every muscle of your body dwindled out, Jimin continued his thrusting, his hips less smooth as he neared his release. You're so sensitive but you don’t want him to stop so you let him use you until his breathing becomes uneven and he asks, the breath from his voice hitting your hair “where should I cum?” his voice is weak, as if it used some of his energy to even speak.

The fact you hadn’t discussed this before was slightly concerning when you realised he wasn’t wearing a condom, but you didn’t care. “In me, please” you say, your core starting up with another orgasm, you doubted you could chase it before he came, but he's thrusting harder now, his head almost hitting your cervix. He thrusts two more times before burying himself to the root of his dick against your cunt, he hadn’t yet pushed this far into you and he seemed to focus his whole weight on being astronomically deep inside of you that when the strings of cum shoot from his dick into your pussy, the feeling of warmth sends you spiraling again, stars covering the corner of your eyes as you come for the second time.

When you escape from the all consuming bliss that has covered you, Jimin is soft inside of you, kissing the back of your neck sweetly. When he pulls out, and cum drips from your entrance you resist the urge to get up and show the camera, this was the art of sex, this evidence of two bodies being intertwined. But Jimin is up from the bed, looking at the camera and pressing buttons until you hear a definitive click, looking over to see the screen that had previously shown comments and donations blank. “You turned it off?” you ask, your throat a little raw from all the moaning. 

When he doesn’t respond you assume you have done something wrong, maybe you said the wrong thing during the stream, something he hadn’t wanted you to say at all. Blush covers your cheeks and you instantly seek the side of Jimin's bed cover, to pull it over yourself to preserve some of your dignity, as if you could have any after that. When he turns back to you, his face drops from a smile to a frown. “Are you okay?” he asks. You must look like a mess wrapped up in his blanket like this. Nodding, you try to convince yourself that it wasn’t you that had caused Jimin to turn the camera off, but your traitorous mind told you it was your fault. Jimin stands in front of you, fully nude, his fingers pulling absently mindedly at the covers that you’d wrapped yourself in. “Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?” he pulled at the covers, as if he needed proof that you were okay underneath them. His lip pouted. 

"No" you say, surprised you had the confidence to even speak. "You turned it off so quickly I thought I'd done something wrong." 

"No, Y/N not at all, I just wanted you to feel comfortable" Jimin says, one corner of his lip falling down as he speaks.

"Oh" you reply, suddenly very embarrassed. "I'm sorry"

"No need to apologise." Shifting up on your elbows, you get a proper view of Jimin's lower half, something that had previously been covered by your angle. He was half hard again, your mouth fell open in shock. You'd assumed that once the camera was off, it'd all be over, but apparently not. Part of you doesn't know how to feel about this. 

"Jimin?" you whisper, a bright red blush lights itself across his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, I can leave if you want, you just felt so good and I was thinking about the camera more than you and" He's running through his words, they tumble over one another like water over a cliff. "Just wanted to feel you again, just you and I"

He runs a hand through his hair, taking a step back from you, he's fully erect now. Speechless, words leave you. He shuffles away from you, apologies falling from his lips as he goes. The fear on his face was unmissable. You don’t want him to go, you want him back with you. But no words fall from your mouth. With words failing you, you take the next best action you can think of, throwing the blanket from your body, leaving you stark naked in front of him. 

Freezing his shuffling and apologies, Jimin accepts the hand you reach out to him as you sit up, letting you pull him on top of you again. Without the camera the whole thing feels almost too intimate, with the camera you were helping a friend out, but without it you were going against everything you had said for years.

"You know I don't feel that way about any of you"

Is what you had said only the night before, but it was obvious that you were wrong, and perhaps in saying that, you had admitted something you had always known. That you did feel something. You don’t have much time to sit in these thoughts when your eyes snap to Jimins, he is staring at you in a way that makes you feel naked beyond your lack of clothes. You fight the urge to pull the blanket over you again. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N” he smiles, hovering above you, his arms trapping you safely under him. 

You couldn’t remember the last time someone had called you beautiful with that much sincerity in their eyes. You’d had boyfriends in the past, but they’d been scared off by something about you, probably your closeness to the others, your comfort around them, like the way you had sat with Jungkook last night, with one arm over your shoulder, curled into his side and you thought nothing of it. It was a good enough reason to make anyone jealous. So in the past couple of years boyfriends had been a thing of the past, and so had such comments. Tears well up in your eyes. Part of you had started to believe that it wasn’t true, that anyone who had said that in the past was lying. But you know Jimin wouldn’t lie. 

You close your eyes as he leans in to kiss you, something he hadn’t done when the camera was on, as if this was something he just wanted to keep for the two of you. His erection rubs against your thigh as you kiss, you’re surprised how quickly he managed to get hard again. You revel in the feeling of him against you in one of the most intimate ways, realising how much you had missed this. Letting a hand fall down your body to play with your clit, this time Jimin didn’t tell you to stop, you don’t touch yourself to reach orgasm, but just to tease yourself. This doesn’t have to be rushed, but when Jimin finally pulls away, lips swollen, and presses a kiss to your forehead, his cock rubs against your folds and you open your legs in anticipation. Huffing out a little laugh Jimin smiles, “I take it that's a yes.”

You nod, appreciating that he asked you again, having sex once did not mean consent for the second round, “yes” you say, feeling a wave of affection for Jimin and his consideration. Jimin reaches down between your bodies, using his hand to drive his shaft to your entrance that was lubricated by his cum and your wetness, as he had done before. This time he seats himself into you faster, his length sitting snugly in your walls, but unlike last time, he takes longer to move again. The feeling of him pressing into you, his head flopped down to your neck, as if he had accepted defeat, kissing gently over your skin, trading the sloppy and teethy kisses for soft and considerate ones. His whole body is pressed against you, his skin suffocating you in such a pleasuring way. And he wasn’t even moving yet. 

He feels so good inside of you, as if you fitted together, two pieces of a puzzle that were crafted to interlink so perfectly. He stretched you enough for you to feel immense pleasurable shocks through your body every time he moved, but not enough to make you feel that uncomfortable burning feeling that happened when a dick was just a little two big. He was perfect. 

He shifts back a little, nearly pulling out before slowly plunging back into you, and staying there as you run a hand through his hair affectionately and he sucks into a place on your neck that you knew would be bruised and red now. Out. In. A pause. Out. In. A pause. Out. In. A pause. No one had put this much time into you before, this much care and not broken half way through, an orgasm was already burning low in your stomach. “Jimin” you say, his voice coming out though the little whimpers you had been letting out periodically. 

“Mmh?” he hums, his face pulling away from the artwork of bruises he had created on your neck. “You okay?” and the look he gives you is one full of such concern that you almost cry again. 

“Close again” you manage to breathe as he pulls out and pushes back in again.

“Me too” he replies, dipping to kiss your cheek, then he latches his lips to yours again, as if this was the only correct way to end this. “Let go” he says, not changing his method, continuing his periodic but hard thrusting. You could feel him so deep. 

And as he pulls out one last time, pushing back into you again cum. It's a blinding orgasm that filters out anything that isn’t your pussy pulsing, Jimin or the fireworks that go along every muscle in your stomach, washing over your body from your core like waves. His eyes go wide, as if you had done something he hadn’t expected before he pulls out one more time, your pussy clenching around the space he leaves and then plunging back in one more time, his load shooting out into you, warming you from the inside. “Y/N” he mutters. You shudder, loving the feeling you get so full of cum. Jimin doesn’t move from inside of you, but flips you over so that your whole weight is against him, his dick soft inside you. You let him run a hand through your hair as you lean on his chest, hoping that he'll never pull out of you. “I think you squirted a little” he says, you can’t see his face from where you’re resting but you can feel the rumble through his chest. “I have never made a girl squirt in missionary before.”

You have never squirted before, but you didn’t want to inflate his ego by telling him that. “I was happy to be your first” you mumble back, still a little out of it from your orgasms. He chuckles, your head moving up and down with the movement. The fact he had made other women squirt before did make you feel a small prickle of jealousy you had no right to feel, but you push it away and just enjoy the skin to skin contact and the way he felt, still soft inside of you. 

You feel him suck in a breath, as if going to say something but changing his mind. “What is it Jimin?” you ask, hoping you’re not suffocating him with all your weight on him. You're relieved when he says “Would you stay the night?” 

Nodding, you feel enthusiastic about it. Having sex again does worry you a little, you are so tired, but he’s still soft so you assume he just means to cuddle, and you can’t help but agree, it's been so long since you’d been held properly. So you stay, letting him caress your skin, pulling the covers over the two of you so you don’t go cold, all thoughts of the camera gone from your mind, apart from one thing…

How would the others react to this?

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les améthystes du ciel | neuvillette — part 14

two individuals under pressure to marry. one has the hydro archon on his back, and the other has her matchmaking friend pushing her along. when the two meet at a ball, and both in dire need of peace from two meddlesome females, what better arrangement is there than their own betrothal?

pairing : neuvillette x fem!reader warnings : crack and (attempts at) funny ha-ha humour at the start (massive failure), ANGST (again, surprise surprise), ermmm idk what else, this is sfw. word count : 4.5k (another short one...) note : SOSOSOSOSOOOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT, school has been WHOOPING my ass (and love and deepspace is taking up all the remaining gb in my brain) and I've hardly had time (and motivation 😔) to write 💔💔 BUT ANYWAYS!! better late than never <33

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“My goodness, Neuvillette, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with such heavy eyebags.”

Neuvillette releases a sigh through his nose and continues perusing the documents before him, not even glancing up at the Duke of Meropide. “How fortunate am I to have a friend that is unfailing in pointing out the obvious.”

“In all seriousness, though, are you alright? You look like you haven’t slept a wink for a week.” Wriothesley’s perceptiveness strikes again. The Chief Justice dips his quill into the ink jar and scribbles his signature on the dotted line of a paper upon some recently-overseen hearing. “I haven’t.”

“And you’re not your usual amiable self either. You know, if you’re worried about your wife, there’s a nice Inazuman restaurant that just opened downtown. The Tonkotsu Ramen is divine.”

“I don’t even know if she likes Inazuman food.” Neuvillette isn’t really in the mood to entertain Wriothesley’s company today, but the dark-haired man seems to be making no move to leave. The warden of the Fortress appears to be more than eager to give the Iudex some unsolicited love advice from the ‘love expert’—Wriothesley’s words, not his.

“Everybody likes Inazuman food. Oh, and did you hear that Lyney and Lynette’s holding a massive magic show in two weeks? Maybe you could take her along, have some fun.”

“Did you forget that this marriage is contractual? There isn’t any real reason to take her on dates, Wriothesley.” The Duke’s eyes widen in incredulity at his words. “You don’t mean that. I can just tell that the very cause for your lack of sleep as of late is the very woman you don’t have ‘any real reason’ to take on a date. Do you think I’m stupid? You’re like an open book, Neuvillette.” “The thing that I don’t understand is how adamant you all seem to be on making us into a happy, loving couple. Have you been colluding with Furina in secret?” “She’s had a few cups of tea with me, but that’s besides the point. Isn’t the Madame bedridden with an awful cold right now? I bought some of my favourite tea up here so you and I could share some, but maybe you could take it and have it with her instead. What kind of husband would you be if you didn’t help nurse your ill wife back to health?”

That worries Neuvillette. “Do you think she’d be offended by my lack of checking-in and visits? I already had some chicken soup made for her yesterday, though.” Wriothesley’s spirits lift once he sees he’s starting to get through to the clueless man. “If I was your wife, I’d be insulted, whether contractually married or not. And chicken soup, Neuvillette? How cliché. I bet you told her maid to not let her know you requested it for her.” Neuvillette’s subsequent silence was answer enough.

Wriothesley rolls his eyes. “Whatever happened last week that caused this rift between you two is just silly. So, tell me—what did happen?” “Uh…” Neuvillette’s ears flush red at the memories that instantly flood him. “N-Nothing much.” “Did you two kiss or something? Oh, yeah, real scandalous. It’s almost as if husbands and wives don’t do that kind of thing!” 

“We’re husband and wife on paper and by arrangement only, Wriothesley. It would be going against the contract to initiate any kind of intimate contact with each other like that. And no, we didn’t ‘kiss’. It was just…” The Duke leans forward in anticipation for the Iudex’s answer. “Well?”

“…Well, we ran into each other at the beach in the dead of night and talked.”

“Did you two do the deed?” “No!” The Chief Justice’s entire face flares bright pink at Wriothesley’s innuendo. “Goodness, Wriothesley, how on earth did you come to that conclusion? Did you just come here today to bother me about such private matters?”

“Yeah. Anyway, you’re blushing like a maiden on her wedding night. If you just ‘talked’, didn’t ‘kiss’ and didn’t get it on, then why are you so hesitant to divulge what unseemly act you both committed on the beach that night?” “Alright, since you keep insisting—we almost did.” “As in, almost kissed or almost had se—”

“Kissed! Kissed—we almost kissed.” Neuvillette waves a hand in front of face in defeat, trying to ease his embarrassment. He didn’t want to think about how if they weren’t interrupted, it probably would’ve escalated way further. Archons, I sound like a right idiot. He shoots the smug man before him a look. “What books have you been reading? You’re making me seem like an airheaded teenage girl giggling about her first kiss to her gaggle of friends.”

Wriothesley looks almost offended. “The only things I have time to read are reports upon convicts and the management of the Fortress, Your Honour. And I’m sorry, but I really didn’t know you were so sensitive about this matter. As if I didn’t see how you carried her out of the tea party, all bridal style and everything. Looked way too real to just be an act. Isn’t that just so interesting?” Neuvillette purses his lips, throwing Wriothesley a side-long glance. “You have just as wild of an imagination as Furina. I’ll take up your suggestion about the tea, though.” “What about the magic show and restaurant? You could go dine at the restaurant after the show. Don’t you think she’d like that?”

Quiet, the Iudex stares blankly at the document before him, contemplating. Would that be overstepping my bounds…? Oh, to hell with it—I’ve already done so too many times to count. What hurt is a small date going to do?

“…Alright. Your counsel is sound, I suppose.”

“Of course it is. Oh, and do you know when the banquet will be?” “…In two weeks’ time. What day is the show?” “It’s on the Tuesday.”

“The banquet’s on the Friday. Are you going to attend?” “Furina’s…coerced me into attending. I’m going to be stampeded by frenzied mothers desperate to marry off their equally crazed daughters again.” “Careful, or—how do the youngsters call it these days?—she’ll ‘hitch’ you up with someone, too.”

Wriothesley gives him a look. “You sound like a ninety-year-old.”

Neuvillette side-eyes him in return. “And why do you think that is? I can never keep up with the ever-changing colloquialism of the kids these days.”

The Duke shakes his head in amusement, seeing he’s succeeded in his mission and thus can leave. “Alright, old man. Send my get-well wishes to your wife for me. And don’t tell her I sent the tea. It’s supposed to be all you.”

Neuvillette is too polite of a person to tell someone outright to get lost, so he opts to wave for the door. “Yes, yes, I get it, Wriothesley. I’m sure you’ve got plenty of things to attend to, or would you like me to assign you some documents to peruse for me?” Wriothesley instantly gets the message and hurries for the door before Neuvillette can follow through with his threat. “I’ve got a date with the Pankration Ring, so sorry. Have fun with your wife!”

His office door quickly clicks shut. Neuvillette shakes his head and continues on with his work, perturbed.

・・・・

Neuvillette debated with himself over whether he should deliver the tea to you anonymously, say Wriothesley heard of your sickness and sent it out of friendly well-wishes, or just man-up and go personally brew it for you.

Eventually, Neuvillette decided on the latter.

Now, he stands hovering outside of your bedroom door, hand raised to knock, but hesitance keeps him back. He’s worried you’re sleeping, and would disturb you—and that’s why you knock, idiot—or, if you’re awake, subject himself to even more embarrassment upon the remembrance of what almost happened a week ago. This is a bad, bad idea.

He almost leaps out of his skin when your voice calls out from behind the door, a slightly muffled: “Neuvillette, I know you’re out there. Stop dawdling and come in.” Resigning himself to his fate, he clicks open the door and shuffles in, embarrassed. “My apologies. I was worried you were sleeping and that I would be disturbing you.” You haven’t looked up from the book you’re reading. He recognises the book title with a start—The Soul of a Human. The box of tea in his hand almost slips out of his grip at his shock. “Well, you were fretting over it outside my door for five minutes.”

“I…apologise. Am I intruding?” He understands why you would be grumpy—your voice is awfully stuffy from the cold, and your face is pale. And lo and behold—you’re in the very same nightgown as you were that night. Neuvillette averts his gaze, ears burning. Ugh, what’s going on?

“No, you’re alright.” You pick up a bookmark to your side and slide it into the book, closing it, giving him your full attention. You look up at him, before your stare falls to the item in his hold. “What’s that you’ve got there?” “Oh, uh…” He glances down at it, searching for the right words. Wriothesley told me not to tell her he sent it… Neuvillette finally manages out, “…I brought some tea to clear your head. Care for a cup?” “How thoughtful of you!” An abrupt swell of pride at your thrilled affirmation envelops him, and confuses him. Ignoring it best he can, he ahems and turns for the coffee table. There’s a rustle of bedsheets and covers and you’re padding across the carpet for him. “Here, I’ll go ask Anaïs for a fresh pot of tea.”

“No, you must rest.” Neuvillette doesn’t even think before he’s already put a hand upon your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks for the door. You turn to look up at him in surprise, and he quickly removes his hand. “Erm—I can go and ask her. Just relax. You need as much bed rest as you can get, yes?” You stare at him silently, and he takes in your appearance. Hair unbrushed, up in a messy bun with wild strands of it flaring out, lips pale and chapped, nose red with your cold and your eyes are sunken with fatigue. I was a fool, staying out for as long as we did that night. But, despite it all, seeing your complexion bare and sickly, he’s rather struck with admiration.

He doesn’t realise he’s staring even more intensely than you when your quiet call of his name snaps him from his stupor. Blinking, Neuvillette takes a small step back. “Uh, sorry? Yes, I’ll go brew it.”

“That’s not what I sai—” But he’s already rushing for the door, leaving your hand outstretched in a feeble motion to stop him. Now it’s your turn to blink in bewilderment.

Man, he sure likes to stare. The bouts of chills you’ve been getting are traceless now, heat left in its place. You’ve never had someone look at you so appreciatively, and you’re sure you look like a gremlin right now. Neuvillette was dead silent and just studying you intently, like he was looking at the moon. 

You move to pull open a window, disliking how abruptly hot the room has gotten. Should I do something about my appearance? He’s already seen you practically naked, and that thought makes you blush even more. Anxiously patting at your hair, you head for the bathroom and take a look at your reflection, almost recoiling in disgust. I look ghastly! You quickly run the tap water, splashing at your face, sucking in a breath at the chill of it. Goodness, no wonder he ran out of here! I look like something out of a nightmare.

You jump when the sound of your bedroom door clicking open reaches you and, with a rush of panic, you whirl around and shut the bathroom door. Soft footsteps pause, and Neuvillette’s voice calls out, “[Name], are you alright?” “Fine! Just—one moment, please.” You hurriedly pat your face and hands dry, then moving to yank your hair tie from your bun, wincing at the sharp pull. That’s right, I haven’t brushed my hair for a few days, I was so sick! It must be a rat’s nest, and I probably have split ends now! No matter how much you try to pry the tie from your hair, it won’t budge, and it hurts like hell.

Okay, stop panicking. Why are you even panicking anyway? It’s not like you can help looking so dreadful at present. What are you trying to do—impress him?

“Ow, ow, ow, ow,” you softly whimper, bent over the sink awkwardly, gently trying to untangle the snag your hair tie has hit. You forget Neuvillette has exceptional hearing when three soft taps knock on the bathroom door.

“Are you sure you’re alright? You sound like you’re in pain.” He catches you by surprise, and you jump, hand still in your hair, ripping some strands out. Involuntarily, you yelp, cursing under your breath, arms sore from the angle. You hear Neuvillette’s polite, “I’m coming in” before the door clicks open. 

Great. I wouldn’t blame him if he started laughing. One look in the mirror and it’s quite clear just how ridiculous you look right now. Hair flopping over your face, the end of it still tied together. Hot with humiliation, you rush to explain. “I…was trying to untie my hair, since it’s been up like this for a few days—” “Would you like some help?” Neuvillette shuts the door and approaches, hands reaching for your hair slowly, as if awaiting your permission. Seeing no other way, you nod feebly, your hair bouncing comically with the movement. “…Yes, please.” Neuvillette begins to remove his gloves; biting down on the material covering his middle finger and sliding it off smoothly. The action is so minimal, so natural—but you can’t help but find the sight extremely attractive. His eyes meet yours, and he tilts his head slightly in silent inquiry to your ogling of him. You look away, fidgeting. Things are starting to get out of hand.

At least there isn’t a hint of amusement in his face—he doesn’t seem to find your current state funny at all. You were expecting him to tease you, maybe chuckle at your silly state, but he’s perfectly expressionless. As usual, you suppose. Although, he does seem to smile a lot at you. His eyes are soft, too.

“Where is it tangled?” His voice is quiet. Neuvillette’s fingers wind into your hair, quickly finding the hair tie and observing the state of it. You have to keep your head bowed awkwardly—but you suppose it’s nice that he’s significantly taller than you, so you don’t have to lean over too far. You reach up and lightly grab his hand, guiding it to where it is specifically twisted. “There. It’s knotted, I think.”

“Mm, it is.” His fingers are gentle, never tugging or pulling, just carefully working away at untying the knot in your hair as best he can. “It’s not so bad it has to be cut, though. You are fortunate.”

Relief fills you. “I’m glad. I suppose you have to deal with such incidents yourself with your hair?”

Neuvillette chuckles. Gods, his laugh is so nice. “From time to time, yes. But I take very good care of my hair. Wouldn’t it be so silly if the Chief Justice oversaw a trial with matted hair?” “They wouldn’t let you in,” you laugh back, straightening slightly as your back muscles are beginning to ache. “Do you ever tie your hair up? Or try different hairstyles?” “I…can’t say I have.” Neuvillette shakes his hand, some strands of your hair falling to the floor, before he continues untangling your hair again. “I think I prefer it out, with just the ends tied.”

“I see.” You’re the opposite—having your hair down all the time gets in your way. So, you opt to have it up in a hair claw or gathered on top of your head in a messy bun. You really can’t fathom how Neuvillette gets around so easily without sitting on his hair or getting it stuck in doors. But then again, you suppose, he has been wandering around like this for centuries, so he ought to have learned how to manage it by now.

But the little girl in you always wants to reach for his hair. It looks perfect to braid and brush to your heart’s content, but you wouldn’t dare ask. All you know is that it’s soft and very well-kept, considering its lucent shine and the handful of times he’s picked you up and you had to hold onto his neck. 

Such a train of thought makes you curious—what’s his morning routine? Nightly routine? Does he put his hair up in a net before sleeping? How long does it take him to brush it out each morning? Doesn’t it get bothersome at times? Has he ever had a haircut? And what are those blue things in his hair?

You voice that last question. “Neuvillette, what are those pretty blue ornaments hanging down from your head?” The movement of his hands in your hair freezes, and you immediately wish you could take your words back. You and your big mouth, [Name]! Haven’t you learned how to mind your business yet? Biting down on the inside of your right cheek, you move to apologise. “I’m sorry if it was a personal question, they’re just so peculi—”

“They’re, uh…” His quiet reply silences you, and Neuvillette begins to untangle your hair again. “I can understand why you’re curious. I can’t explain it, but they’re just…well…” “I dare say, they look like antennas,” you offer amiably, hoping to ease his clear awkwardness. “Or horns?” Then you giggle lightly. “Are you a dragon or something?”

Neuvillette swallows, beginning to sweat bullets. You just hit the nail on the head, and I can’t even tell you. He really can’t think of an excuse for them, but he isn’t about to indulge you in his secret. “I’ve been around for a long time, [Name], so surely it can’t be strange to realise that I may be some kind of mystical creature.”

“You said you’re not a vishap, so are you a dragon?”

“…Not exactly. I can’t really tell you, to be frank.” Sometimes, he wishes you weren’t so perceptive. It’s a valuable trait, yes, and he admires you for it, but it’s uncomfortable when he witnesses you practically unravelling his own secrets he’s kept very down-low right before his very eyes. Your quiet, observant demeanour is worth its weight in gold, but he wasn’t aware that you had been silently studying him also.

Well, it makes sense, if you think about it. You’re both married, and live in the same residence. It would be more logical to consider it strange if you weren’t curious about him—as he is you.

“Oh, I won’t pry, then.” It isn’t that factor that bothers him, he’s just a bit worried you’ll become suspicious, connect the dots—and it’s game over for him. If you haven’t already. 

Silence reigns for a few moments, Neuvillette just gently unknotting your hair from the tie before finally pulling the band from your hair completely, holding it out to you. With the de-tanglement came a lot of pulled hairs, and a clump of some is still latched onto the tie. “There you are. Would you like to shower and wash your hair before joining me for tea?” “Uh, yes, I will.” Embarrassment fills you again. You glance at yourself in the mirror, letting loose a humourless laugh. “I look ridiculous.”

Neuvillette surprises you by patting your head, much like he does to the Melusines he’s so fond of. He’s smiling at you with that same gentle smile, too. “You look cute, if anything. There’s no need to be embarrassed. Things like this happen.” You stare at him. He thinks I look…cute? 

Neuvillette appears to be perturbed by his own words. His eyes widen a fraction. “Uh—that is, there’s no need to put yourself down. Feel free to take your time.”

You, again, don’t get a chance to answer as he’s already whirled around and shut the door behind him. 

・・・・

The bathroom door clicks open and you step out, towel wrapped around your head, hair up. You look and feel much more refreshed than before, face washed and moisturised. Neuvillette glances up from the newspaper he was reading and turns to you. “You look much better. I managed to keep the tea warm. Care for some?” “Of course.” You take a seat beside him, briefly shooting a glance towards the newspaper. And, as expected, the headlines are still going on about the announcement of Neuvillette’s marriage. One of the most notable headlines, Will There Be A Wedding? lines the top of the front page, along with a long string of columns holding articles on the matter.

“The Steambird is just eating this up.” You’re somewhat amused. You’ve, effectively, thrown the entirety of Fontaine into chaos. There’s a picture of you both at the tea party someone must’ve managed to snap just in time—Neuvillette’s lips upon your cheek, your expression perfectly surprised—displayed across the front page. You pick up the paper and begin reading the first few sentences of the article aloud, “For once, Fontaine has been graced with something much more exciting and shocking than the latest murder mystery resolved at the trials—the very man known for overseeing such hearings, Iudex Neuvillette, has recently announced his marriage to a young woman, Madame [Name].” It’s so ludicrous. Furina must be overjoyed.

You hear Neuvillette sigh from beside you, then the trickle of tea being poured sounds. “It gets better. The subtle slights thrown your way, in particular, are especially riveting.” Sarcasm drips from his tone. “I don’t recommend reading it. I’ve half a mind to send for them to halt publication of such an offensive article.”

“No need, I was prepared for this.” Society is fueled by vanity. Everyone likely expected Neuvillette, an unreachable, enigmatic figure with the face of an angel, to follow down a fairy-tale storyline. He would choose a woman equal to him in appearance, someone gorgeous and loveable, not someone who looks like every other person you pass by on the street. Not someone normal.

You’ve long grown a thick skin to scornful comments from those around you—commonly people you don’t even know, and who don’t know you—but it hurts a bit to be compared to the man next to you. So you opt to ask him what he thinks of your appearance.

“Well, Neuvillette, what is your opinion on me?” You brace yourself for the worst. But he’s too nice a person to give it to you straight. Perhaps his hesitance to confide in you of his true, maybe even superficial, views on you is a factor that could wound you deeply.

“Opinion?” He echoes, surprised. Neuvillette sets down his cup upon the saucer in his hand with a soft clink, mauve eyes rather bemused. “…Could you be a little more specific?” You have to choose your words carefully—you don’t want your deep-seated, pushed-down insecurities revealed, nor do you want to look like you’re fishing for compliments. For attention. You just want honesty, not flattery. “Erm…well, have you found that you would have rathered a more comely wife?” “I will be perfectly frank.” Neuvillette places his cup and saucer on the coffee table before you both, before leaning back and facing you fully. “I am not someone who goes for what’s on the outside. However, in this sense and our situation, I never had a choice anyway—not that that’s turned out to be a bad thing.” He, too, seems to be having trouble wording it right. “What I mean to say is, I like you. Your personality. And it’s very easy to look past all those superficial, facile ideals of beauty and appeal once you understand the heart of who you’re dealing with.”

Yeah, he should’ve been a poet. You want to tease him, but now is not the time. You also didn’t expect his words to comfort you so much. Beauty is a double-edged sword, and so is being average. Then it hits you—wait, could this be considered a…confession, of sorts?

“So, you’re saying…you don’t care about my appearance? Like how the entire country and Furina does?” “I never did. Why do you think I chose you? If I wanted a beautiful woman, I need only have taken my pick. I could send a letter to some nobleman with a particularly attractive young daughter and solved all his problems with marrying her off. But I didn’t. Although this situation is unromantic and unideal, that doesn’t mean I wanted it to be unrealistic.”

His words make you ponder. He had options, but he selected me. “…You could still say you had no choice, Neuvillette. The only reason I wound up here is because we danced and sent the ball rolling—a ball Furina herself put there, waiting for someone to kick.”

“Yes, you could. But you had a level head, could manage yourself under pressure, and you’re not the type to take much to heart. I needed someone rational, and it seemed like you were the only logical woman there.”

But it’s not like you were different from all the others. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, really. You give him a rather rueful smile. “You’ve misunderstood me once more, Neuvillette.”

“Sorry?” He almost flinches at your words. “Misunderstood you? How do you mean?” “I am not some sensation. We were both in sticky situations and we both appeared before each other in the nick of time. And I didn’t see you talking to any other woman apart from Clorinde that night. You didn’t try to seek someone out—it’s like you just hoped the right person would come along. And they did.” Neuvillette’s gaze drops, hurt flashing across his features. You feel pierced, like you just hurt yourself too, but you push that guilt down. This is not going how I intended it to. Miscommunication strikes again. And it’s the only thing you’re both capable of, because you have some silly little piece of paper to stick to and blurring lines to stay behind.

It’s frustrating, actually. You want to know more, but the contract says no. You’ve both come so close to breaking those rules you set for yourselves, only to pull away just in time. A chemistry you never asked for sputtered to life between you both, but it’s something to be adamantly—indefatigably—avoided. Why is it such torture?

Torment like no other. Ha. You’re talking as if you know what this is. But you don’t. And you won’t. All you know is that you can’t.

“I…” Neuvillette seems to be at a loss for words. “I’m not sure what to say.” “It’s alright.” You lean forward and pat his hand, which is curled into a tightly clenched fist. “You didn’t have a choice. This isn’t your fault.” But it will be your fault if this continues on and becomes something it shouldn’t. No matter how you strain to touch his face, you will be lost beneath the waves.

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Between the Shadow and the Soul║ ⒸⓄⓁⓁⒺⒸⓉⒾⓄⓃⓈ

| Between the Shadow and the Soul | part of the A Savage Place collection ║ series masterlist ║ main masterlist ║

| PAIRING(s): sub!Joel Miller x dom!fem!OC | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 6.4k | CONTENT: exploration of power dynamics, submissive and domination practices, dirty talk, rewards and punishments, pegging (YAY!), some degradation type kink stuff idk, one moment of mommy kink I guess, Joel loves to throw himself a pity party & dom!fem!OC has no interest in letting that fester

| SYNOPSIS: Pegging, but make it therapeutic. And maybe a little romantic?

“It’s right back here,” Chris calls over his shoulder to you. He waves his arm in a wide arc without glancing back, motioning you to the storage area of his shop. 

You follow with barely contained excitement at what awaits.

“Here’s the loot,” he chortles. He reveals the items in question with an abrupt yank on a heavy blanket shrouding it. He gestures broadly at several dingy looking boxes that were hidden beneath.

You peer into the closest one that’s open and can’t help but gasp at the glorious sight before you: a variety of sex toys and intimacy products still in their original packaging. No sun bleaching. No molding. No wear and tear. Almost perfect condition.

“How?!” you practically shriek. “In the back stockroom of some toy shop. Shopping center next to a mall,” Chris readily explains with a shared enthusiasm. “Must’ve been in the middle of unpacking a new shipment or something because most of it was in the box still, like you see it here.”

“But they’re in such good condition!” you marvel.

“Yeah, the stuff closer to the front that wasn’t picked over already was damaged by sunlight or whatever else, but this treasure trove right here was tucked away near the back. Still got some sun and air, but not enough to damage them. I told Alex I officially believe in miracles now,” he snorts.

“Yeah, no kidding!” you laugh with effusive mirth. “I can’t believe this. Seriously. You know how long I’ve been looking for this kind of stuff?!”

“Probably about as long as I have,” he titters gleefully.

“Hey, you have the real thing at home, and I know Alex is hung like a horse based on how he carries himself,” you point out with feigned indignation.

“Yeah yeah, but it’s still fun to have toys!” he retorts with a wistful edge to his voice.

You couldn’t argue with him on that account. You thank the heavens above that Chris and Alex have a soft spot for you after you helped them link up. Alex routinely oversaw more of the specialized patrol missions, and you’d known it in your bones the moment you met Chris that the two of them would hit it off. When you and Alex set out on a 3 day scouting trip all those moons ago, you’d convinced him by the end of it to strike up a conversation with Chris just to “see where things went.” Of course they didn’t even make it through their first outing to get drinks together before they were infatuated with one another.

“And the real thing I have at home was just about as excited as you and me are,” he adds. “Has his eye on a few things, but don’t worry, though. I already old him it was only right that you get first pick.”

You waste no time rummaging through the goods. You snatch up several items you know will serve you well. When your hand hesitates over the packaging of a strap-on harness, Chris lifts a curious brow. You grin and roll your eyes at his silent probing.

“Dare I ask who the special lady is?” he questions in a sing-song voice.

When you purse your lips into a poorly contained smirk, his eyebrows lift into his hairline. “Oh, a special man?”

He eyes the strap harness before looking back at you with a wicked grin. “Okay, I’m not gonna ask about it today, but you WILL be spilling all the details at some point.”

You giggle and agree you’ll eventually share some of the particulars about your “mystery man.” After going through each and every box, you set out with a hefty bag of goods, satisfied with your haul and all the possibilities it facilitated. You could hardly wait to get into all of it and surprise Joel with a few things. You thankfully didn’t have to wait long for an opportunity as it was only a few days later that he was able to meet up at your house.

It had been almost two weeks since you’d been able to spend time together outside of patrols. His mood had shifted into something closer to his previously staunch antagonism, and you weren’t sure if he was dealing with something privately or if he was just sulking over your stringent expectations of his behavior when you were apart. If it was the latter, not being allowed to get yourself off for a little while certainly didn’t warrant such a surly disposition.

Something felt off, though. It wasn’t just the bitter, grouchy temperament that you’d come to know and dismantle over the months you’d been seeing each other. No, there was something else bubbling under the surface. Something more than sexual frustration, although you’re sure that didn’t help.

His sullen knock at the door was the first reminder of the semi-detached doldrum he’d taken to lately. You beckoned him inside and gave several languid kisses along the column of his neck the moment the door closed. Instead of meeting your physical advances, his hands gently wrapped around the span of your back and cupped you closer to him. When he released a ragged sigh, you knew it was going to be one of those times where he needed a little extra tenderness.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Joel drawls in a lazy hum.

“Hey, baby. What’s going on?” You push a few of the graying, curly strands from his forehead, taking the occasion to search his face for any indication of what had him so squarely in the clutches of unrest.

“Just havin’ a time right now with Ellie, is all,” he mumbles after a moment. His eyes focus on your shoulder and collarbones - anywhere but meeting your gaze - but there was a faraway look in them. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask carefully. The topic of Ellie always had the potential to be a sensitive one for Joel, and you had your suspicions for the past couple of weeks that there was some sort of unresolved issue between the two of them.

Joel shook his head gently. “Nah. Not ready.”

You nod and immediately back off the topic. Joel needed a safe place to run to, and you didn’t want to be another thing he was running from.

“Let’s get you cleaned up so I can take care of you today, okay? How does that sound?” you offer in a sultry, low voice.

“Sounds perfect, honey,” he agrees, his shoulders slumping at the pacifying reassurance you always provided.

You help him out of his jacket and boots before guiding him to the bathroom. You turn the shower on and strip him down while it warms up. The growing heat of the water begins to plume into a fog of cloudy steam inside the bathroom.

“Go on and sit,” you shoo him into the shower. You strip yourself and join him. Even with his large frame and broad shoulders, Joel looks so small in this moment, sitting wide legged on the built in shower bench with his head leaning against the wall behind him. You can see just how tired he looks when you’re eye to eye like this.

He appraises your naked body with a wanton, gluttonous fixation. His cock twitches in response to the gains yielded by his unabashed ogling. His hand edges towards where he’s already half-hard, but he doesn’t touch himself yet. Not without your permission.

You take your time angling the showerhead so the outpour of water cascades over his crown and downward between the stretch of sore muscles of his shoulder blades and back. His eyes close with a satisfied groan at the feeling of the heat over his tired, aching body.

You divert some of the water with your hands to douse his upper body. You grab the shampoo off to the side and spurt a small puddle of the rosemary and lavender scented liquid into the cup of your palm.

“You been a good boy?” you gently ease into some teasing. You rub the shampoo between your hands.

“Haven’t got off in over a fuckin’ week, if that’s what you’re askin’,” he snips impatiently.

You balk at his impolite tone. “Well don’t ruin all that now with such a bad attitude,” you chide.

He sighs and drops his shoulders. “Sorry,” he mutters, looking away and grasping his hands together in his lap before looking back up at you with a chastised, contrite expression. He extends a tentative reach and curves his hands around your waist in a meek bid for forgiveness.

“I’ll accept your apology, but don’t test my patience,” you warn.

You lather up the shampoo in his hair and work it over in kneading circles. His brows knit together. His eyes peacefully drift shut. You scratch at the base of his scalp, just where he likes. He lets out a low groan of relief.

“I know you’ve been having a hard time lately, Joel. That’s what I’m here for. I’m here to take care of you, give you what you need. So are you going to be a nice boy for mommy today and let me give you what you need?”

His eyes remain closed as you rinse the suds from his hair.

“Yes, ma’am,” he promises.

“That’s what I like to hear, sweet boy.”

You work up a soapy foam and wash him top to bottom. His cock is soft again by the time you make it down his legs, but there’ll be time for that later. Right now you need to get Joel into a clearer headspace, one with a less turbulent response pattern. You take extra care to wash his feet, knowing he doesn’t ever take the time to really look after them as well as he should. He moans at the kneading motions you rub along the arch of his feet.

“God that feel so fuckin’ good,” he murmurs.

You spend a few extra minutes massaging his knees, never able to forget the day that raider had knocked him down and added even more strain to his already bad joints. When you finally finish working over his muscles and washing him up, you direct the water back and forth to rinse any remaining residue.

Once the final specs of soap have been cleared away with the rush of hot water, you massage his temples and jaw where he endlessly overtaxed the muscles with incessant clenching and grinding - a longstanding bad habit that had made a return as of late. 

He sighs and leans into your palliative hold, letting the hot water wash over his back. His arms circle your middle and hug you closer to him. Sometimes it was sloppy messes, wet kisses, and blood surging between thighs from the moment he came through your door. Other times, like today, it was something more intimate, a give and take. 

He’d nestle himself right into the crag of reprieve and sanctuary you’d cleft into for him. You let him stay there for as long as he wanted, whenever he wanted. It felt good to be needed. It felt gratifying and substantial to guide something broken through the thick of it all and into someplace less fraught with the realities of life. You, too, could escape there right alongside him, swept up in the creation and execution of taking someone into yourself to safeguard and mold into a dulcified, amenable thing.

You cut the water off and wrap a soft towel around Joel’s shoulders. You help him towel dry his hair and upper body before exiting the shower and hug a towel over yourself. Joel drapes another clean towel around his waist and heads for the bedroom. You smile to yourself at the familiar routine that’s already been established between the two of you. As expected, he’s lying over the towels, spread across your bed, as he waits for you to join him.

You grab a clean, oversized t-shirt and pull it on to stave off the chill in the air. You grab the container of lotion from your dresser and head for the bed. Joel watches you with a soft fondness as you climb onto it and straddle him. You take a dab of lotion and rub it into his cheeks and nose.

“Still don’t see why I gotta get this stuff every time I shower over here,” he objects gruffly.

“Because you don’t ever lotion, Joel. Seriously, the only time you ever take care of your skin is when somebody else is forcing you to,” you huff in a laugh. “You’re sexy and all that, but nobody can pull off lizard skin. Not even you.”

He belly laughs at that and runs his palms over your bare thighs as you sit atop him. It’s nice to hear him laugh. You feel proud that you’ve already gotten him this relaxed.

“Besides, I know it feels good to finally get some moisture on this goddamn sandpaper you call skin. It just about drinks up every drop of lotion I’ve got every time I do this,” you point out.

“Mmmm, yeah. Does feel nice,” he admits with a sheepish, lazy grin.

You smile back at him and shake your head. “Silly boy. Already told you that’s what I’m here to do. To make you feel good if you’ve behaved yourself.”

“And, uh… today, do I…” he trails off.

You realize he thinks showering and some light pampering is all he’s getting rewarded with today.

“I mean, I just… you know, after a whole week - OVER a week, actually - of not havin’ any ‘stress relief’, especially when I really coulda used some,” he emphasizes.

“You’re the one that canceled last week,” you remind him pointedly.

“I know, I know. Didn’t want to. Somethin’ with Ellie came up, and … anyway, I didn’t cancel because I wanted to. God knows I’ve been goin’ outta my fuckin’ mind tryna follow your fuckin’ rules,” he gripes.

“Joel Miller, are you pouting because you couldn’t jerk yourself off for a few days?” you taunt.

Joel huffs loudly but doesn’t respond further.

“I asked you a question,” you caution.

He breathes out a weighted puff of air and nervously readjusts his body. “Look, it’s not- I’m not pouting. I just.. I missed bein’ with you, I guess. Needed you, like this,” he admits quietly.

You heave a half-exasperated sigh. It was hard to stay annoyed with him when he got like this. He sometimes put forth a weak effort to regain some of the control in your dynamic, but you could understood how hard it was for someone like Joel to give up control in the first place. If it wasn’t working for him anymore, you might’ve relented, but deep down you both knew he needed the reinforcement and structure you gave him. What you had worked for both of you, even if Joel sometimes tried to self-sabotage.

 “I missed you, too, baby,” you yield. You rub lotion into the rest of his body and watch the rise and fall of his chest start to slow. After a few moments of comfortable silence, Joel shifts again under your touch.

“I guess I just–I dunno. I didn’t know what to expect comin’ over today. Never canceled on you before. Didn’t know if it was gonna be some punishment or somethin’ for it. Didn’t know if I’d done good enough to get rewarded,” he explains stiffly, nervously.

“You know if you follow my rules and obey me, you get rewarded. Why would that change?” you contend.

“I dunno,” he blows out in an exaggerated exhale, staring up at the ceiling. “I guess I just feel like I don’t know much of anythin’ anymore.”

Before Joel could slump any further into his own pity party, you decide to give him the swift kick to the ass you had to dole out every now and then to get him back on track. You lift away from straddling him and place both knees on one side next to his hip. You lean forward, one arm firmly planted beside his head.

“Well then let’s clear it up, Joel,” you hiss. His eyes light up excitedly at your change in tone.

“This–” you grit out, roughly grabbing his soft dick “–belongs to me.”

You slowly stroke him a few times, enjoying the way blood starts rushing to his cock and hardening under your touch. All too avid and supplicant at your directive.

“And you don’t need to worry your pretty little head about what happens to it because that’s for me to decide. Are we clear?” you press.

He lets out a choked moan and nods.

“SAY IT.”

“It’s all yours, sweetheart,” he grinds out with effort.

“What’s mine, Joel?” you push.

“My dick. It’s yours. All yours,” he grits out when your strokes get firmer and faster. Beads of precome start to trickle freely from his swollen tip.

“Mmmmm, that’s right. Glad we could clear that up,” you chuckle humorlessly. Your hand drops lower beneath his balls, garnering a hitched breath and exhilarated stare from Joel. 

“And this little hole is mine, too,” you murmur. You swirl the pad of your middle finger over his asshole and smile when you feel it pucker inward.

Joel swallows harshly and nods in agreement. “S’yours, baby.”

You hum with delight and agreement. “Good boy.”

Joel’s cock jumps at the simple plaudit, and you’re relieved that he’s finally veering away from feeling sorry for himself. “I just love when you obey me, Joel. It means I get to take such good care of you. Give you just what you need.”

You slide off the bed and saunter lazily to your closet where all your new goodies are tucked away. You bring out the opaque plastic container you’d housed them all in after sterilizing and cleaning everything.

“What’s all that?” Joel asks, almost breathless with anticipation.

“Just a few things I picked up,” you respond coyly. “Couldn’t pass them up once I realized I could find new ways to use you.”

Joel emits a needy groan at the possessive and maddeningly vague language around what was going to happen to him at your hand today.

“I’m going to sort through a few things here, and when I turn back around you’d better be on your belly with some pillows beneath you. I want your ass UP and waiting for me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Joel agrees in a rush. You smile to yourself when you hear his hurried repositioning. You take your time pushing things around the container, tacking a few moments onto the process just to draw out the intoxicating thrill of anticipation.

When you turn and see him splayed out for you just as you commanded, you have to stop yourself from reaching between your legs.

“You’re such a good listener when you’re weak, honey,” you needle. “Haven’t gotten off in over a week, right? So fucking pussy drunk you’ll do whatever I say, just so you can come, huh? Pretty fucking pathetic.”

“Fuck,” Joel hisses under his breath. His cock is rock hard and pressing straight down between his thighs against the pillow. He grinds it pitifully against the pillows propping him up, searching for any sort of relief.

“I’m goin’ outta my fuckin’ mind,” he grates through his teeth. He really does sound pained.

“If you don’t stop complaining, I will find something to shut you up,” you warn him flatly.

“Just fuckin’ need you, baby, please,” he grumbles with a touch more humility.

“Where do you need me, Joel?” you tease.

“Anywhere,” he groans desperately.

You crouch down behind him and run an admiring pass of your hands over his backside. You spread them apart and shoot a hot ball of spit onto the opening in between. Joel jumps and moans at the sensation, and you give him no time to process it further before sliding the flat of your tongue against the glistening wet you spit onto him.

He bucks his hips into the pillows beneath him and lets out a loud, strained moan. He already sounds completely wrecked. You lap gently, delving your tongue inside of his opening every few passes, and settle into a slow rhythm until he relaxes beneath you. You only break away to grab at Joel’s mouth and command for him to spit into your hand. He gives you everything he can gather and makes a mess of your palm. You work the slippery wet over your fingers until they’re coated.

You gently cup and massage his balls while you advance your index finger inch by delicate inch into his taut ring of muscle. You laugh quietly under your breath as you watch your digit get practically swallowed into him without any effort from you.

“Such a needy little hole,” you mock. “Didn’t realize it craved my attention this bad.”

Joel groans and shifts his hips higher for easier access.

“Talk to me, baby. I wanna know how it feels.”

“Mmm, s’g-good. Like it. You make me feel–hnn–so good,” he answers in a stilted gasp.

When you pull out just enough for your fingertip to be all that’s still inside him, Joel’s hips cant backwards towards you, chasing the fill of you. He mumbles something quietly that you don’t catch.

“Speak up,” you reprimand, laying a harsh swat to the flesh of his backside. He jerks forward and moans before repeating himself.

“Fuck – just, maybe could you … just – more?” he asks in a hushed tone.

You exhale a laugh through your nose and spit on your index and middle fingers before gliding them inside. Joel tenses slightly at the added girth, and you rub encouraging circles against the back of his thigh with your free hand.

“You look so good opening up for me like this, baby,” you coo. “I wish you could see yourself spreading around my fingers. So fucking tight, but you’re taking them so well.”

“How can I–” he grunts, cutting himself off as he tries to relax into the intrusion.

“Just breathe through it and know it makes me happy when you take my fingers like this. So proud of you when you open up for me like this.”

It takes a few minutes, but eventually Joel is taking the gentle push and pull of two fingers without any resistance. He’d only ever taken one before today, and you needed to get him more worked up if you wanted to do what you had in mind.

“God that feels fuckin’ weird but so damn good at the same time,” he huffs. 

You can’t help but smile at the hint of confusion in his voice, the mystery of the pleasure his own body holds. The pillow beneath him is smeared with dribbles of precome, and you need to back off for a moment before he comes everywhere. He makes a noise of dissent when you slide your fingers all the way out.

“As much as I love that needy little hole of yours, mine comes first,” you remind him. You wipe your hands and between his thighs with one of the towels from the shower and make your way over to the box of goodies. Joel turns on his side to watch what you have planned for him. You take out the mid sized dildo to gauge his reaction, which turns out to be an almost comical look of panic.

“Don’t get too excited, baby boy. You haven’t earned this one yet,” you tut.

You pull out a bottle of lube that was revived once a little water was added to it and squirt a small amount onto the tip. It wasn’t as big as Joel - and therefore wouldn’t be as satisfying -  but it would do for now in taking care of the throbbing feeling between your legs as well as getting Joel even more worked up and accepting of anything you gave him.

You pull your shirt up and over your head, tossing it carelessly on the floor, as you head over to the bed once more. You kick the pillows to the side and lay on your back beside Joel. He eagerly scoots closer to you and runs his hands up and down the expanse of your body.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful. So fuckin' perfect,” he breathes.

You’ll never get over the earnest admiration in his voice when he compliments you during these quiet, shared moments. The gratitude and reverence in the lilt of his extolling makes your chest feel warm and light.

“Can I help you feel good, too?” he pleads with big eyes.

“Only because you’ve been so good for me.”

He breathes a smile and watches as you slowly insert the toy into your aching core. You sigh at the small but welcomed stretch, working it in and out with a steady rhythm. Joel’s mouth is on your hardened nipples, your neck, your earlobes, your ribcage, your clit. Anywhere and everywhere he can worship you with his mouth. It isn’t long before you’re clenching repeatedly onto the toy. Joel releases the suction of his mouth against your clit to watch the spasm of your muscles.

“God, I could watch that all fuckin’ day,” he muses, staring intently at your pussy as your orgasm starts to ebb away.

You pull the toy out and let him admire the glistening mixture of lube and your slick. You sit up slowly, with Joel mimicking the movement, and offer it to him. “Clean it.”

He quirks an eyebrow and reaches for it, presumably to take it to the bathroom to rinse it off. You grin at his misunderstanding. “With your mouth.”

Joel’s eyes narrow at you for a moment. “You really want me gaggin’ on that stupid thing and pukin’ all over your bed?” he scoffs. 

“Never said that, but if that’s what I wanted then that’s exactly what you’d be doing,” you snip sternly.

Joel’s brow pinches together in a fluid movement before returning to something more neutral. He remains silent, but you notice the way his breath has picked up with the lift and sink of his chest. It was no secret to you that Joel got off on the idea of you commanding every idea, movement, and action of his, yet somehow he still managed to be surprised sometimes by his eagerness to be dominated and subjugated by someone he trusted and knew would never actively seek to harm him.

“On your knees,” you bite. He groans but positions himself as you instructed. You stand on the bed in front of him and hold the toy between your legs, right at his eye level. “Open your mouth and lick this cock clean.”

Joel considers the toy for a moment, a flush of heat gracing his cheeks, before looking back up at you.

“Tongue out, baby boy. Don’t get shy on me now,” you taunt.

He closes his eyes and sticks a sliver of tongue out. He starts grazing a small area near the base but doesn’t seem all that enthusiastic about it.

“You keep your eyes open and on me when you’re licking my cock clean,” you snap with a forceful grab to his hair.

Joel growls at the sudden pull on his scalp but keeps his eyes opened and trained on you.

“Stick it out, wide and flat,” you instruct. Joel complies, jutting his tongue all the way out and wide open for you. “Good boy.” You thrust the toy slowly against the flat of his tongue with a rolling motion of your hips as you use his mouth to clean it. You grow impatient with the task before it’s even halfway cleaned.

“That’s good enough. I’m ready to take that little hole of yours again,” you drawl.

You ignore Joel’s excited breathing as you exchange the toy for the smaller, curved one you made sure wouldn’t be too small to fit the strap harness. It wasn’t what you wanted to see shoving in and out of Joel’s asshole, but you had to start somewhere.

“On your belly, just like before,” you call over your shoulder.

You hear the rustling of Joel positioning himself, eager to please and eager to see what you’re gifting him with next. In the months you’d been exploring this dynamic together, you’d found that Joel liked a constant barrage of unknowns you’d throw at him, only to safely guide him to the other side of it where he’d be trying to catch his breath after being catapulted into yet another overwhelming, blissful climax. There was a thrill to it now for him, one that he hadn’t embraced at first. You can only hope he doesn’t fight you too hard on this one.

You quickly fasten the harness around your waist and legs and attach the small, curved dildo to it. You grab the bottle of lube to take with you back to bed. You spread Joel apart and dribble a cold stream of it onto him, letting it slither down to his hole that’s begging to be filled with you. Your index and middle fingers slide in without resistance. He was so worked up from everything that he was just about ready to take what you had for him.

“Roll over.”

Joel obeys, and you watch with stifled delight as he takes in your get up. His eyes snap up to yours with uncertainty.

“Knees up.”

Joel slowly draws his heels onto the edge of the bed and removes one of the pillows underneath his hips. When you stroke some lube up and down the small toy, something seems to snap in him. He huffs a sigh and drops an arm over his face.

“Joel, you need to use your words if this is something you don’t want,” you assert slowly and firmly. “You know how this works by now. You can’t expect me to know every little thought you have. If you want this to stop, it stops, but you have to tell me.”

“I know that. It’s not that. I trust you, I do–” he sighs, lifting his arm from his face and resting it above his head, “–I’ve just never done this shit before, alright? I’m tryna enjoy it, but that’s kinda hard to do when I’m wonderin’ if I’m gonna be shittin’ weird for the next week or somethin’.”

You suppress the urge to roll your eyes. You wanted to tell him you’ve taken much bigger without any life-altering results, but you know it would only get the conversation incredibly off course.

“Have I ever hurt you, Joel?” you level at him.

He lets out a deep breath after a moment. “No.”

“Do you think I’d take advantage of this thing we’ve got?”

He shakes his head thoughtfully. “No.”

“I’m going to ignore the fact that you’re not referring to me correctly because I know you’re distracted, okay? But you need to trust me if this is going to work. So, you need to decide if you trust me to make you feel good and to take care of you how you need.”

Joel locks eyes with you and nods. “Okay. I trust you.”

“Good. Now put your fucking knees up and say thank you.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you,” Joel obliges.

You grab the base of the toy and guide the tip of it right to his rim. You slowly push inside, studying Joel’s face for any sign of pain. 

“You’re opening up so good for me,” you praise as your gaze settles onto the toy already halfway inside.

“PLEASE CAN I FUCKIN’ TOUCH MY DICK,” Joel chokes out in a gasp.

“Go ahead, baby,” you answer calmly.

Joel grabs his rigid length and strokes himself vigorously. His eyes roll to the back of his head when you push the toy inside him all the way to the hilt. When you draw back out, a broken moan catches in his throat. You watch the pace of his hand up and down his length and mimic the same rhythm. It’s not long before he realizes you’re matching his movements, and his brow tightens and releases with the realization and acceptance of this novel pleasure. 

“There you go. Just how you like it,” you coax softly. You smile as his eagerness intensifies. You love to watch him catch onto things, make these small discoveries about himself. This is a bigger leap than you’ve taken before - and maybe he still needs to be in control somewhat - but that spark of hunger you’ve ignited in him will only grow. You know one day soon he’ll be begging for you to fill him up with the biggest toy you’ve got while he’s on all fours.

You lean down for a moment to give him a slow, gentle kiss. You pull back slightly, rubbing your nose against his for a moment.

“Joel, what happens here - between us - it’s safe. So you can say what you’re dying to say. I see it all over your face how much you want to.”

You pull up and resume the steady thrusting motion from before. Joel’s hands grip the sheets in hard fists by his sides.

“You can say it, Joel. Tell me how much you love getting your tight, needy hole fucked by my cock,” you urge.

“Hrrmmpphh-fuck!–yesss–hnnffff,” he pants. Sweat is gathering in glimmering beads along his hairline and forehead.

“You’ve got such a greedy little hole for me to fuck, don’t you?”

“Gahh–AGH—YES,” he croaks. He’s starting to writhe underneath you. You wrap your hands over his hip bones and thrust harder.

“You know I wanna hear you say it, baby.”

“I–GOD, fuck yes–please,” Joel pants. “I fuckin’ have a — god dammit, such a - have such a greedy little hole I want you to fuck.”

“Yeah, you do, huh?” you chuckle. “I love watching how well you take it. You take my cock so well, Joel. You were just made for me to use.”

“Feels so fuckin’ good, honey,” he moans as you pick up the pace.

The muscles in his stomach begin to tense up, and you watch as it dawns on Joel that he’s coming. His mouth stretches open to a silent scream as his hands fly over top of yours, squeezing and grabbing for something to keep hold of him.

“Oh, fuck yeah. There we go,” you laud as you watch heavy beads of semi-clear white spend dribble from his angry, red tip. 

You fuck him through it, tilting his hips up when they drop so you can keep nudging against his prostate. When you pull out of him, he’s still coming down from what you can only assume is his first prostate orgasm. Just in case he could ever forget how good you make him feel, you want to add on one final novelty.

“Hands and knees,” you instruct coolly.

“I-I can’t,” Joel exhales heavily.

“Hands and knees or it’s two weeks without coming.”

As expected, Joel complies to avoid the punishment. You squirt more lube onto the toy and settle on your back beneath him, once again moving the pillows out of the way with a quick kick. Before you can give him his next instruction, Joel’s mouth is on yours with a heavy, impassioned kiss.

He groans into your mouth, sucking and licking into it as if the oxygen from your lungs is all the air that he has in order to breathe. The intensity and undeniable intimacy of it catches you off guard, and you quickly fall into the movements of his tongue against yours.

Joel pulls away, breathing fast and heavy, with a look of complete deference. “Tell me what you want me to do, baby. Anything. Anything for you. Just tell me, and I’ll do it.”

“Sit on my cock,” you pant, out of breath from the kiss.

Joel clumsily lines himself up with the toy and sinks onto it with a heavy groan.

“Fuck yourself with my cock, and you can come all over these pretty tits,” you goad.

Joel starts jerking himself and grabbing at your breasts. You caress and stroke his balls. He awkwardly rolls his hips until he finds something that works for him, settling on a slow, deep grind. His face quickly contorts to one of imminent release.

“Such a good fucking boy for me today, Joel. So good for me. You wanna come all over my tits, baby? Make me all messy with your come? Give me something to taste?” you ask in a sickly sweet voice.

“FUCK, yeah–yes, baby, fuck yeah I do, so fuckin’ bad,” he rasps.

You take a free hand to pinch one of his nipples, and he jerks forward with a moan. You watch the small space where he lifts himself from the toy as he grinds against it.

“Keep going. Taking my cock so good. You look so perfect spreading open for me like that,” you spur him on.

You keep a steady, massaging motion on his balls as you open your mouth wide for him. You make a playful, teasing moaning noise beneath him, wordlessly begging for him to come all over you.

Joel’s hips stutter with a hitched whimper as hot white ropes start to erupt all over your chest and face. He falters forward, catching himself with his free hand against the mattress at the last moment.

“FUCK! Got my fuckin’–christ almi–FUCK,” he groans as the last bit of his spend lands with a soft splat onto your belly.

He lifts himself off the toy and slumps into a heap halfway over your body. He doesn’t seem to notice or care about the feeling of his come spreading against his skin where his weight bears into you. He slowly catches his breath and opens his eyes to meet yours. You wait, watching him with a satisfied smile. His face is relaxed and open. The grooves and lines of stress and upset are no longer as prominent as they’d been when he first arrived.

He drags a thumb through a half-crusted glob of his spend drying against your cheek and brings it to your lips. You open your mouth and suck on it. He scrapes and feeds you the rest of his release from your neck and face. You smile contentedly at the look of sleepy wonder he has for you.

“Don’t know what I did before you,” he muses in a soft hush.

You lean in with a gentle kiss, letting him taste himself on your tongue for a moment, and pull back. “You know we have to get a shower again, right?”

He shuts his eyes and grumbles. “You’re gonna make me use lotion again, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely,” you laugh as you pull him into a tight embrace.

This is not the last of Joel getting pegged, so please don't fret. Just wanted to explore the *~first time~* for him. Please trust I have every intention of this man getting his cheeks clapped hahaha.

Title is from Pablo Neruda:

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,    or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:    I love you as one loves certain obscure things,    secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

catch ya later, ♥Puddles♥

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[kazumist]

EPISODE 7 ★ FUZZY FEELING

FAKE IT TILL WE MAKE IT — A SCARAMOUCHE SMAU

masterpost / prev ep / next ep / timestamps don't matter

scaramouche must have been crazy.

seriously? a date? it was the last thing you expected! however, if you were going to pretend to be a couple, going on dates is actually a given. and like you said in your message to him:

we both have to suck it up.

even if that means having your first date with the guy you hate.

luckily enough, the awkward ride to the aquarium ended faster than you expected. but now that you’re here, how does one enjoy an aquarium date anyway? or what does one even talk about on their first date in general?

these were the questions running through both of your heads as you mindlessly wandered around.

“hey,” scaramouche starts.

“hmm?”

“this fish looks a lot like childe for some reason.”

when you turned to look at what he was looking at, you seriously had to hold back a loud laugh. because why does the fish actually look like childe? “that’s a clownfish, right?” you ask him.

“you know about these things?”

“not really; i just watched finding nemo back then as a kid.”

“oh wait, here’s the description. yeah, it’s a clownfish, and it seems like even their description fits childe even more,” scaramouche says, pointing his head at a podium nearby with his hands inside his pockets.

“clownfish are active and territorial fish with an erratic swimming pattern who sometimes appear to be doing acrobatics while defending the area around their anemone," you read aloud. “see? it fits him perfectly.”

“are you saying childe seems to do acrobatics sometimes?”

“no, i’m saying that he’s way too hyper for his own good.”

“isn’t that supposed to be venti, though?”

“they’re practically the same kind; does it really matter who is who?”

you laugh at his response. 

maybe this isn’t so bad. just maybe.

with the sun almost setting, your little trip to the aquarium ends, and you both decide to stop by a cafe on the way home.

but unfortunately, the awkward tension comes back.

what now? are you supposed to say, “hey, i had fun today,” and just move along? are you supposed to ask, “so how did the date go for you? did you have fun like i did?” you couldn’t find the right words to say, but you couldn’t stand this awkward atmosphere either.

“i… kinda had fun today.”

can this guy read minds or something?

"likewise."

time flew by faster than you expected, and now you were walking out of the cafe with scaramouche. “thanks for today, even though i was kinda against it at first,” you said.

“i hope you realize that we have to do this often if we really want to be convincing.”

“yeah, yeah, i get it. give me a break. who would’ve thought that i would be going on a date with you, of all people?”

“why do you sound so icked by the thought of going out with me?” he rolled his eyes.

“because i am icked by it, smart ass.”

“says the one who equally enjoyed the day like i did?”

“sorry, my pride is too high to make me admit that i actually enjoyed your company.”

he shakes his head at your response. how very… likely of you to say such a thing.

“i guess this is goodbye, then?” scaramouche asks.

“yeah. why? do you not want the day to end?”

“don’t put words into my mouth.”

“you didn’t really deny it, you know.”

“why are you like this?” 

“why shouldn’t i be like this?”

from your peripheral vision, you could see a familiar sight of blue-ish white hair as well as a blonde walking nearby. since they didn’t really know that this wasn’t real, you acted out of impulse. but what did you do exactly?

you kissed scaramouche on the cheek and waved him goodbye, just like that.

extra notes.

i didn't expect this chapter to be so long uhm idk im 50/50 on the narrations bc deadass it was hard 2 write for me ... OTL

theyre kinda getting close! emphasize on kinda though

more silly little romance in the next chapter haha pls stay tuned

synopsis.

what happens when scaramouche, your rival since the first year of highschool, had some annoying admirers on his back? easy—he (fake) dates you to shoo them off. nothing can possibly go wrong with faking a relationship with the guy you hate, right?

spoiler: apparently, a lot can go wrong.

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[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Just Let Me Adore You Pt. 10

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: idk... the ex returns lmao oh and there's a break in/kidnapping

Genre: Mostly fluff, some angst

Summary: You’ve been dating your boyfriend, Bruce, for 3 absolutely blissful years. He’s a scientist and professor who is as smart as he is kind and if anyone asked, you were sure you’d spend the rest of your life with him. That is until two mysteriously charming men that Bruce swears are dangerous take an interest in you that threatens to turn your entire life upside down. I mean… what exactly are you supposed to do with two gorgeous men telling you something that suggests that basically everything you think you know is a lie? And why does part of you have enough doubt to wonder if they might be telling the truth?

Series Masterlist

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The bell over the shop door rings and you give the standard greeting you always give without even thinking.

"Hi welcome in." Your smile drops when you actually look at who just walked in. "Bruce." You say. "This is my place of work, what are you doing here?" You ask as he walks right up to you at the counter.

"You moved all of your stuff out of our apartment."

"Of course I did. I no longer live there, we are no longer together, why wouldn't I move everything I own out of that previously shared apartment? Did you think I was coming back? I mean it's been months at this point. Why show up here now?" You roll your eyes.

"I thought if I gave you time-"

"What? That I'd forgive you? Are you completely out of your mind?"

"Don't do this y/n." He says quietly.

"Don't do what? I wasn't the one who lied." You scoff.

"Y/n-"

"Hey y/n I need- oh- Mr. Bruce. Hi, it's been a while." Peter walks out from somewhere in the back of the store.

"Hey kid, how ya been?" Bruce asks goodnaturedly.

"Peter honey what did you need?" You ask stopping Peter from answering Bruce.

"Oh- right, I can't find the box cutter." He says. You grab the one from behind the counter and toss it, closed, towards Peter.

"Here. Use this one but you have to bring it back up here when you're done. I'll help you find the other one later." You say.

"Cool thanks." Peter disappears.

"You didn't tell him?" Bruce asks.

"If you're asking whether he knows that we're not together of course I told him but Peter is always polite. He's a sweet kid plus I didn't tell him why just that we broke up." You scoff. "Not that it's any of your business what I'm telling my coworkers."

"Come on, we used to be everything together, that doesn't just go away." He frowns.

"Poof." You say. The bell rings over the door again and you look over to see Steve and Bucky strolling over to you. "Steve, Bucky, what brings you here?" You ask, part of you is relieved to see them but it's not like you can't handle Bruce yourself.

"We were in the area, thought we'd stop by to say hello." Steve smiles.

"Hello Sunshine." Bucky says.

"Hi." You chuckle.

"You still talk to these guys?!" Bruce looks from them to you.

"Who I talk to is none of your business Bruce so don't start, not to mention only one of you three has lied to me and what a surprise it's not either of the guys you accused of being mob bosses." You say. You wanna be careful with your words. Bruce has no confirmation of their involvement and you don't want to be the one to give it to him.

"Accused?! Wait a second are you telling me you don't think I'm right about that? You seriously don't think they're running a crime organization?! If that's what they've let you believe you're still being lied to."

"It doesn't matter Bruce." You sigh.

"Yes it does! They are dangerous."

"Bruce, you are the one who betrayed my trust. Not them. You lied to me. You lied in a way that can't be forgiven, repaired, or even understood. So don't talk to me about danger." You say.

"Y/n." He breathes out.

"Steve, Bucky, I want him out of here, please. Don't hurt him, just get him out. And come back to me when you're done." You say.

"With pleasure." Bucky says.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! WE WERE TOGETHER FOR THREE YEARS Y/N! THREE YEARS!" Bruce continues shouting as Bucky and Steve haul him out of the store.

"I heard shouting!" Peter comes running to the front, box cutter in hand, posed like a weapon.

"What was the plan here Peter? Were you gonna stab someone with the box cutter?" You laugh at his defensive stance.

"Maybe. If I had to. I dunno I just- wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Are you done with the box cutter?" You ask him.

"Oh- yes." He nods.

"Well I'm going to take that. You will not be allowed one of these unsupervised again." You say grabbing the box cutter from him. "Go back to what you were doing. I'm fine." You chuckle.

"Fine. I'll be shelving stuffed dragons if you need me." He says.

"Thank you Peter." You smile. A few minutes later Bucky and Steve come back into the shop.

"Problem solved." Bucky says.

"You didn't hurt him, did you?" You ask.

"Nope. Just, sent him on his way with the help of some friends of ours." Steve says.

"They didn't hurt him did they?" You narrow your eyes.

"No ma'am, strict orders not to just as you asked." He says.

"Good. Thank you. Now that you're back you can explain what the hell brought you here because I am not buying 'just in the neighborhood' for one second. You hardly have reasons to be around here besides me."

"The kid works for us." Bucky says suddenly.

"What?" You shake your head. You suspected as much since he's friends with Sam and Clint, but it's still shocking to have it confirmed.

"Parker. He called us because he works for us." Steve elaborates.

"HE'S JUST A KID!" You blink at them.

"Nothing dangerous. He's never even had to hold a gun outside of training." Steve defends.

"You trained the kid with a gun before he could even buy a drink?!" You ask.

"Kid's been alone a long time and we've been looking out for him since he was 15. Of course, we did, our work is dangerous and we need to make sure our people are protected somehow and we couldn't exactly send him to school with security guards." Steve says.

"Oh but they can follow me around."

"Your situation is different, your security is out of sight, and you're an adult nobody would notice other adults in an adult space, unfortunately, two guys standing at the back of your classroom like the secret service draws too much attention at a public high school." Bucky shrugs.

"Did he tell you that?" You ask.

"Yes." Bucky nods.

"Okay. So he called you to come down here because of Bruce. Is that why he works here? To watch me on your behalf? Is that why he got this job?" You ask.

"No! We didn't even know you worked together for a while." Steve shakes his head.

"Peter!!" You shout. He runs up to the front of the store and takes in your faces with a grimace.

"Am I in trouble?" He asks.

"No, I just have a question. Why did you call them? Did they tell you to do that?" You ask.

"No I just- I know Bruce and you broke up and I thought things could get ugly and you could use backup and I'm not so great with the violence even though I'm trained for it so I figured it'd be best to call them." Peter explains, wringing his hands together.

"Are you a werewolf too?" You ask.

"What?" Peter looks at you with wide eyes.

"She's one of us. You can answer the question." Steve says.

"Yes. I'm a werewolf." Peter says.

"So you heard my conversation with Bruce I'm guessing." You say.

"From the minute he walked in yeah. I called them and then came up here so he'd know you weren't in here alone." Peter says.

"I appreciate it, Peter. Thank you, that's all." You say.

"Cool, I'm gonna finish up with the dragons." Peter says.

"Dragons?" Steve asks you.

"He's putting some stuffed toys out in the kids' section." You say. "Thank you for, solving the Bruce issue but you boys can leave now."

"We'll talk later tonight?" Steve asks.

"I will call like I always do don't worry baby." You smile.

"Enjoy your shift sunshine." Bucky leans over the counter to give you a kiss on the cheek and Steve follows his lead to do the same before the two of them leave the bookstore. You finish your shift without any other interruptions and eventually head home to have dinner and call your boyfriends, a nightly routine that you've all become rather comfortable with.

~*~*~

You sit on your couch and turn on the TV to find something to watch. You're off today so you're planning to spend the day chilling. Within moments of the TV coming on Wanda rushes out of her room and into the living room where you are.

"You're off today." She says.

"I am." You nod.

"Do you have plans?"

"No but I take it you're about to change that." You say.

"I'm blocking you off for the day. I feel like between work and relationships we hardly have time to hang out so, we'll be doing that today." She tells you.

"Alright, that's fair. I'm cool with that."

"Good. I have like two emails to answer and then we'll go out."

"Take your time! I'll be here all day." You tell her. She dashes back to her bedroom. The emails don't take her long to finish and soon you're out the door with her. You get lunch together and play a mini game of catch up where you tell about Bruce coming to your job the day before and then you go shopping for a few hours. Eventually, you return home to have dinner together and watch another movie from your shitty movie roaster. The one you pick however is so boring you actually start playing cards at some point and the movie just becomes background noise to your game.

"You know, you are so very happy these days." Wanda chuckles midgame. "It's nice."

"Yeah- Bucky and Steve have been very sweet to me." You muse.

"Good. You deserve it." She nods. A knock at the front door interrupts your game and Wanda gets up to open it. There's a short exchange that you pointedly try not to eavesdrop on and eventually Wanda scurries back into the living room with a guilty smile that tells you exactly who's at the door.

"Vision?" You ask with a smile.

"He made surprise plans for us tonight. I know we were going to hang but-"

"Go! I love Vis and he makes you 'so very happy' these days so you should definitely go. We've been together all afternoon we can continue this any other night of the week." She hops over to you excitedly and kisses your cheek.

"You are the best!" She squeals rushing to her room, presumably to grab her things.

"Hey Vis! Come on in!" You shout to the door.

"Hello y/n. Sorry for disrupting your evening." He says walking into the apartment.

"Nonsense. You never have to apologize for spoiling our girl. I want her happy so you do whatever keeps her that way."

"Affirmative." He nods as Wanda walks back in from her room.

"Ready to go." She beams.

"Okay go." You say shooing them. Wanda loops her arm around his and practically drags him out of the apartment. You clean up the cards, since your playing partner is gone, and cut the TV off. If Wanda's leaving you can't finish the movie without her.

Wanda and Vision started seeing each other a couple of months ago. They met while Wanda was out shopping and they had the most rom-com meet cute ass moment when they reached for the same thing at the same time. He seems like a perfect match for her from what time you've spent with him and she talks about him like he's the best thing that ever happened to her. You're glad she met him. She's been so invested in your life since her breakup with Wesley a while ago that it's nice to see her enjoying herself. It's nice and they're an adorable couple.

Since you're alone, you decide to put away some laundry that's definitely just been sitting in a basket since you washed them a few days ago. With music playing from your speaker, you fold and hang your clothes accordingly humming along to your playlist. Just before you're done, a sound pricks your ears. You stop the music and poke your head out of your room to double check that you're not imagining things. Someone is jiggling your doorknob rather aggressively. Your eyes scan the room quickly to find something for self defense while you frantically grab your phone. You grab a frying pan from the dish rack in the kitchen and wait by a slightly obstructed corner of the living room while you call Wanda. You have an SOS code and truthfully you trust her to get here quicker than cops would. You gasp silently, dropping your phone in the process, when you suddenly hear your door cracking. They broke it. They just broke the door, how annoying. One, two, three sets of footfalls. There's no way you're gonna take all three of them on your own.

"You're sure she's home?" One of the voices says.

"Yes I'm sure. Find her." Another one grumbles. You see two shadows walk down the hall towards the bedrooms while one walks further into the living room. Before he can turn around you swing the frying pan at his head with full force. He stumbles back and lets out a curse, shouting for his accomplices while you make a dash for the door. You make it out of your apartment and down the hall before hands suddenly snatch you at the waste. You barely manage to fight against the hold before you feel a prick in your neck and your body starts to go limp on you.

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Part 10/???

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[onskepa]

Tsyeytsyip

HELLOOOOOOOO EVERYONE! I have received two requests that were nearly identical so once again I have decided to combine them into one!

@rebellizards : It's me again! I requested neteyam x tiny!human!reader where she is smol and cute and he's big and tall. How I said, for her, Neteyam it's the size of Gulliver from Gulliver's Travels compared to the Liliputians. And she is half of his little finger (idk if i should call it pinky). I rly don't know what to choose, maybe he traps her in his hand or put her on his nose while he is lying down on the grass just for fun. Like, it'll be sooooo cute to see them, the mighty warrior playing with the little human girl. Of course she enjoys it too but she won't admit it

Kisses kisses

BIRTHDAY ANON: IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!

As my birthday present I wanna request you because, with all honesty in the world, you are my favourite writer and I love your work so much there are not enough words in this world so I can describe my love and appreciation for your work!

With other words:

I. Love. You.

Soooo I want a neteyam x human female reader who it's smoll. Like, I always liked the huge size difference between a giant and a human. I have a sick weakness about giants. One time I watched Gulliver's Travels and I. Got. Wet. Hell knows how but ehh.... Back to my request!

Neteyam x human female reader where reader is super smol, maybe half of his index finger and he traps her in his hand or let's her sleep under his chin or teases her. Like threathing to lay on top of her jut to see her adorable face filling with fear hehe.

Super Duper Cute

p.s.: i read "Hi'i" (idk if i wrote it well) and I love it sooooo much. It's perfect!

Thank you both for requesting, AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANON! I didn't want this one to be delayed even a day! So hope you all sit back, relax and enjoy this gift!

P.S: I have taken some inspiration from the movie "secret world of Arriety" such a good movie! XD

Little pouch

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[for reference, reader is 5 inches tall, not tiny for us humans but tiny for na'vi]

If one were to look at neteyam sully, as he talks to himself, people would think he is out of it. Or he could be talking through an earpiece but no. If you look carefully, there is something small sitting or standing on neteyam's shoulder or laying on top of his head.

What is the tiny thing?

Why that would be none other than Tsyeytsyip, or Tey for short. Tey is a small tiny human, smaller than a new born, smaller than anything tiny in the world of pandora. How she became like this is unknown, since she was born from a long line of small humans back on Earth, and the RDA hired her parents to work with them in working the smaller stuff.

But that was a long time ago. Now tey lives her best life in the massive giant world of pandora and the creature that inhabit the planet. Well as best as she can. Literally anything can kill her. Tey has a higher chance of being crushed by something than an average size human.

Which is why neteyam, even though no one asked him, has decided he would protect little bite. Every since they met, neteyam has been nothing but a tease to little bite.

You see, despite being so tiny, Tey has a bite, and she isn't afraid who to bite. Many will flinch from the sharp pain and leave her alone. But neteyam? he just laughs.

That is the thing with neteyam. He adores his good friend little bite, she is sweet, kind, yet oh so tiny. Neteyam cant help but tease his cute little friend. Yes, she will try to bite his finger off but he cant help it! She is too cute! So whenever they are together, neteyam wont let the day end without some cute reaction from little bite.

"neteyam for the last time GET YOUR STINKY ASS FOOT AWAY FROM ME!" little bite screamed at the top of her lungs. Angry and cant be taken seriously. little bite was glaring up at neteyam, who was having a fit of laughter.

"hahaha! I'm sorry tey, I cant help it" neteyam grins happily. Playfully, he would pretend to almost step on little bite and would feel a small poke or prick on her "little weapon". A toothpick.

"cant help my tiny ass! you do this to me all the time!! Using your big blue giant FEET to scare me! and if is not you trying to step on me, it would be your sharp teeth or your massive hands!" little bite huffs out. Neteyam grins as he picks up little bite onto his hand.

"You know I am only playing with you little bite, its just my way of teasing you. I would never hurt you, you're my cute little human" neteyam says while smiling innocently.

Being careful, he strokes little bite's cute face with adoration. Little bite blushed seeing how genuine neteyam is being. Placing her small hands on his finger, feeling his cool body temperature. Leaning her head on his finger, enjoying neteyam's 'embrace'.

"Well...try to tone it down. Every time you scare me, I feel as though my heart will explode" little bites says. She should be used to neteyam's tactics by now, but its hard when it looks like every movement will end her.

"I wont have that, your tiny heart is meant to beat for me" the giant blue boy smirks handsomely. Revealing his sharp fangs with the sunlight reflecting. Slightly pouting, little bite says "no, my heart beats for me to be alive". Neteyam chuckles, his vibrations sends little bite's mind wild. Why must neteyam be so good looking?

"if you are done laughing, I am starving! lets get a snack or something to eat" little bite says while rubbing her hands. "you are always hungry" neteyam comments. Placing her hands on her hips she looks up at him, "I am tiny, so my energy quickly goes down". Rolling his eyes, neteyam places little bite on his shoulder as he searches for some berries.

"during the mean time, we should also make new clothing for you" neteyam says. Little bite looks down at her outfits and it is starting to show wear and tear. Materials made for her outfits are not always the best materials to make clothes out of. Using grass, dried leaves, or scales of an animal.

"Bit tricky to find lasting items to make clothes out of" little bite replies. Finding a berry vine, neteyam gives little bite a single berry which looks like a large ball in her hands. "YES!" she shouts happily and munches away the juicy berry.

Neteyam sits down and collects some grass to make something while little bite eats. A comfortable silence was there between them.

It was like that for a while, when little bite was full she rubbed her belly in satisfaction. "phew! those were good berries" she says happily. "I can tell, your face is covered in berry juice" neteyam chuckles. Little bite touched her face, feeling the stickiness of the berry juice. "Can you take me to the pond near by?" she asks. Neteyam nods and carries her in his hand, being careful as usual. Reaching there, he gently puts her down. "Going to take a quick wash!" little bite says and goes to the stones that makes a tiny cave.

Neteyam nods and looks at the little waterfall. It is his favorite place. It is where his father taught him how to fish, relax, play around, and where he met his tiny friend. A special place he holds dear to his heart.

"When you are done, wear this" he places a tiny item near the little cave for little bite to take. He didn't had to wait long, Little bite came out from the rocks and fresh and clean and wearing the new outfit he made for her.

"Huh, this is very nice comfortable" little bite admires her new outfits. It was made with the petals of her favorite flower, the woven ends design as a flowy dress with its colors complementing her skin. Tied neatly with the flower vine and The texture of the petals are so soft and light, its easy for little bite to move around. Truly the best outfit she has had so far.

"Do you like it?" neteyam asks, a bit nervous and anxious to hear her response. Smiling happily, her bright eyes looking up at him, " I LOVE it! its perfect!" her bell like laughs rings in his ears, a pleasant sound he enjoys hearing. Little bite gives a twirl for him, the dress flowing lightly, giving her a soft look.

"I am glad you like it" neteyam replies. He lays down, letting the warmth of the son cover him like a blanket. Little bite climbs on top of him. Looking like a mountain in her eyes. She goes to his right eye and gently poke his eye lid. "Neteyam? are you gonna take a nap?" she asks. Neteyam smirks, "yeah, the sun feels good right now, we can head back later".

Little bite agrees and decides to lay on his nose as her napping spot. Since she hardly weight a thing, it wont cut off the air circulation for her blue friend. Letting sleepiness take over, both get a comfortable and sleep away through the warm afternoon sun.

Aaaaaaaaand that is all for this one! Happy birthday anon! I hope you enjoy this fic as my present to you. Enjoy~!! ^^

Tsyeytsyip = Tiny bite

#avatar #avatar the way of water #na'vi x reader #na'vi avatar #avatar 2 #na'vi x human #neteyam fluff #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam #avatar neteyam #neteyam x human reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x you

[dinomite2]

Male Neo Agent 3 x Male Human reader (Platonic)

(I Made this gif !)

( idk why I'm doing this I'd just kinda liked this Idea I had)

■ Humanity civilization was starting to grow along with its technology and at a surprising rate and everything looked like it was starting to flourish

■ and at start of your life everything was simple and everything was nice and peaceful you lived a nice young teenager life and had great buddies and friends and had great parents and everything felt like it was a all good

Until Everything was Gone....

■ a war sprung out a massive one, bombs were being dropped, bullets were flying it was brutal for all of you

■ and during this Gigantic worldwide war a random big missle hit the arctic causing The ice there to melt and The whole world to be covered In a gigantic flood

■ some part of humanity including you rushed to their cryogenic pods to pass the time and hope that this worldwide disaster will end

■ but a sudden disaster hit the location of the cryopods and all seemed to perish except for yourself, you survived the entirety that moment and slept and drifted away for what the future could hold for you....

■ You woke up tired, groggy, feeling a subtle cold sensation all over your body you raised your body up and looked at your surroundings It was all just sand, sun and dust and large foundations made of slightly rusted metal and empty cryopods with survival packs on them.

■ You were worried about of what happened to the entirety of your home planet and to see all to turn into dead wasteland of its former peaceful life

■ But you Decided to not to worry about the now ,your new goal was to find human life and or survivors In this barren sandy wasteland and live to the fullest if you could so that is ,so you took a survival pack and headed off

■ You walked and walked and walked and walked until your legs felt like cooked spaghetti and your feet were like under-frozen jello And just over the far horizon you were about to give up and sit for awhile ....

■ But just right over the sandy horizon you saw ... A Human Head ! It was pure bliss to see another Face in this empty desert you Scream out in pure excitement and curiosity while waving your hands erratically

"HEEEYYY OVER HERE !!!"

*silence*

"Men Uniii!!"

"WHAATT"

"Un-nya-giiii!"

You squinted your eyes but still couldn't see who this lone stranger in the desert thanks to the blowing sand in the horizon, Then you walked up a few steps closer still curious to who's saying these randomized gargled like words

And it was ... wait what is that no seriously WHAT IS THIS PERSON it had two black outlines between their eyes and had yellow tentacles as hair and was wearing ragged white shirt.

"What are you?" You said slightly I fear of what this person is and probably what his intentions are

"Oomi!"

"Um Ok how do i do this? Ummm" you quickly questioning yourself of what to do in this current situation while the octopus person tilted their head in curiosity

" I " you said loudly phrasing and pointing to yourself

"HAPPY" you made an exaggerated smile by using your two fingers

"MEEEEET" waving out your two arms upwards

"YOUUUU" clasping your hands together Slightly causing the cephalopodic like stranger to be taken aback

" IT HAPPY TO SEEEE PERSON HERE YOU?"

"Uh its nice to meet you too?"

"Oh god you speak English too"

■ ok so that was an experience you were so panicked about what was happening around in this dry and sandy place , did you die? , are you in a dream?, is ANY of this real ?!.

■ You talked it out with this ..... Squid? Kid? Whatever this person is About where we're you and what this place and what his name is which was Neo

■But enough about you time to talk about Neo he was marveled about who you were and you pretty much said that you were a Human and he went insane upon you were revealed

■ Turns out that your kind was quite a popular thing around this world in museums and he asked if he could say a few and I mean few as in so much that your brain could explode

■ he asked about what you do , eat sleep or like or watch and anything that would be fun for him to know

"How do you eat? "

"Through my mouth "

"What does your hair feel like"

"fuzzy and .... hairy"

"Can I put my hand in your mouth?"

"No"

"Please?"

"No"

"Please?"

"No thats gross dude"

■ he also kind of have to hide you cause if anyone else knew about this who knows how this new world to you could react to this so he gave you a disguise and by placing a paper bag over your head and weirdly it worked!

■you also got few weird looks by some inklings and octolings by of course the paper bag and you walking normally but upon that you made it to his apartment

■ Now spending time as new permanent roommates would feel like a weird fever dream and you trying to get your bearings that half squid half human people were now the dominant species in your world

■ if you somehow have your phone intact and still powered on and still somehow have downloaded videos Neo will watch the HELL out of them Family guy ,Tmnt , Shaun the sheep he'll watch it all right

■ Please PLEASE NEVER introduce any squid or octopus related foods to this octoling will think that you'll eat him in his sleep someday and have some nightmares weekly if you even mention a certain ingredient in takoyaki balls

■ Neo will also take any simple thing that you do and take a extreme curiosity to what you do even if it was a simple human function of yours

■But overall you and Neo will be a great friends even with weird questions and high body differences he'll be like the Bro you never even had or knew! .

And that's it I hope you enjoy this new fan fic and of course stay cool stay safe and most importantly stay on the cool side.

And also two things sorry for the wait I was kinda occupied mostly by school again and should I make requests? soon ill make a poll about it but lemme know what you guys think about it.

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #splat3 #splatoon x reader #Neo agent 3

[3-2-whump]

Friend needs cheering up?! *busts in your window with your favorite food and drinks*

So gush about your favorite whump tropes!!! 👀

-- @whumperofworlds

Thank you 🥹 you brought my favorites I see!

*slurping and munching noises*

So, my favorite whump tropes…

Well, I love an unequal power dynamic. Especially when it comes to the NSFW side of things. Rarely is consent asked in these circumstances, and if it is, does the disadvantaged party really have any choice but to say yes? Do they have the freedom to say no?

I love bondage because I am a human being with eyes and a working blood circulatory system. Idk how to fully explain it, but when I saw Aladdin at the impressionable age of …what, like four?… that was it for me. Just didn’t know what it was called or that I didn’t have to be embarrassed about it until semi-recently.

I also love culture whump, particularly as it pertains to language barriers. I haven’t published anything on this blog about it yet, but in my personal copy of Whumpee and Whumper’s stories (Khaled and Thomas), they can’t understand each other. One has limited English comprehension, the other doesn’t even know what language his pet is speaking. Of course, this changes as the story goes on, Khaled becomes fluent and forgets his natal tongue (with some encouragement), and that makes it all the harder on him when he’s eventually rescued and returned to his family.

Hang on to your hats, everyone, shit’s about to get real under the cut

My love of culture whump and language barriers probably stems from my long-underaddressed adoption trauma. I only just realized as I began seriously writing whump this last year that I also had my culture and my mother tongue ripped away from me without my consent, and, like my Whumpee, I may never be able to fully reclaim it in a way I would have if I had grown up within its framework my entire life. (No wonder I always write about it!) That is why, when my Whumpee recovers, he is never the same person he was before he was taken. But he is doing better than he was, even though his tongue stumbles clumsily around words his siblings could say in their sleep. He is happy enough. And that is enough.

Wow, making me emotional again. But it feels good to kind of lore dump/give backstory about the author now and again. And I do feel kinda better. So thanks!

#whump asks #whump tropes #whump community #deep dive into authors backstory #culture whump #language barrier whump #loss of culture #adoption trauma #interracial adoption #intercultural adoption #writing is cheaper than therapy

[wouteke]

Hi! I'm sending you Wouthieu and the word hot tub. Do with that what you want 😇

ik i said this last time BUT THIS TIME I MEAN IT THE NEXT ONES WILL BE SHORTER...also if any of these make it to ao3 in longer form ignore that <3

this one is explicit lol and some kind of established relationship IDK dont think too hard about it okay!!

Wout walks out of the bathroom, and Mathieu is gone.

His stomach drops for a second, before the rational part of his brain takes over. Mathieu’s not in bed where Wout left him—but he’s not gone. His clothes are strewn all over the floor, shoes kicked off by the door, bag lying open on the armchair. The windstorm Mathieu leaves behind takes longer to clean up than the couple of minutes Wout let him out of sight. 

And across the room, the sliding glass door is cracked open just enough to let some air in.

Mathieu’s in the hot tub when Wout walks out, sunk down far enough that only the tops of his shoulders are visible. Still, Wout can see how his skin is already turning pink from the heat, and Mathieu watches him keenly as Wout approaches the tub. 

“Jumbo splurges on you, eh?” Mathieu says. “You didn’t tell me there was a hot tub.”

“Next time I’ll give you the full tour beforehand, if you can wait a little longer to get my cock in your mouth.”

“Hey,” Mathieu says. “I could’ve waited.”

Wout snorts. “Sure you could’ve.”

The hot tub is really only big enough for one person—and Mathieu’s big enough on his own that Wout isn’t planning on getting in and risking overflowing it. He scratches through the short hair on the back of Mathieu’s head instead, and Mathieu leans into Wout’s hand like a cat.

“I’ve never fucked in a hot tub before,” Mathieu says. “This one’s a bit small, but it’ll do.”

“No,” Wout says. “I can’t believe you’re already thinking of going again.”

Mathieu pouts. “You’re no fun."

“Slut," Wout says, too affectionate to really be taken seriously. He tugs Mathieu’s head back lightly, although his hair is still too short to really get a hand in and pull. Still, Mathieu’s eyes go a little hazier. Wout wouldn’t be surprised if he was starting to get hard again.

“Really, Matje?” he says. “Already?”

“I didn't deny it, did I?" Mathieu says. "Of course I'm thinking of going again."

Wout’s not doing anything in a hot tub—they’re not going to fit, no matter what Mathieu thinks, and Wout’s doesn’t love the idea of dealing with the aftermath. But he reaches below the water to get hands under Mathieu’s arms, hauling him out and sitting him on the side of the tub, kissing him how he knows Mathieu likes. It's a strange sensation, touching Mathieu when he's all wet and warm and Wout isn't, but he's thankful that he at least had the foresight not to get dressed yet.

#vacancy90 #my fic #i do want to revisit and revise the dialogue but im supposed to be CHILLING and HAVING FUN not going for canon typical sex talk. #<- person who has never not stressed about in character dialogue ever

[drunkenkazu]

Hi There 👋

I wanted to request for a genshin smut, where yae miko x fem reader fingering and teasing the reader and a mention of yae using electro element while fingering her, idk why but i just imagined this in my head and it looks like a cool idea😅 i really can't wait to see someone write about this

All the love ❤️❤️

i thought about you

- hiya! i think i’ve written something remotely similar to this and i honestly just love the thought of it. i was really running low on ideas. but seriously this kind of thing actually makes me go buck wild.

pairings: yae miko x fem reader

synopsis: miko decides to add a little spice if it wasn’t spicy enough

warnings: fingering, electro stimulation, teasing, pet names (love, darling, little one) lowercase writing, potential spelling mistakes (lmk if i missed any)

MDNI: this content is for 18+ users. if you are under 18, please do not read/initiate. thank you!

NSFW below ↓

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aren’t you a restless little thing. taking a walk at this time of night? you were out walking the streets of inazuma, it was quiet, maybe a little too quiet. you often have restless nights like these, so it’s no surprise that you’re out this late. the reason why you’re always out so late has never changed

ever since you met yae miko. the first time you invited her over. a night you truly won’t forget, and miko made sure of it. the flirting, the light touches, the kissing, that knot in your stomach. you remember it all.

some time had passed and you figured it’s about time to head back to your home. it was nothing big, just enough for you, considering you live alone. as you made your way back, you heard light footsteps behind you. the scent of sakura pedals, you knew that smell anywhere. “aren’t you supposed to be in bed, little one?”

you turned around, face to face with the one and only yae miko. there really was no need for formalities since you and miko have been spending some time together for the past few months. “aren’t you supposed to be reading a new novel, miko?”

“feisty as ever i see. perhaps i should fix that for you?” you froze, you knew exactly what she meant. the butterflies in your stomach grew in numbers. “aww~ it’s all coming back to you now, isn’t it?” of course it was, you remember ever spot she’s touched you. “i- you-“ “stuttering now are we? come here, y/n” miko grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a tight hug. your face smushed into her chest, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

miko played with your hair and slowly slid her hand down your back. “why don’t we take this inside, darling.” you nodded and quickly turned around, your face flushed from how close you were to her. her intoxicating scent, how gentle she is with you.

you opened the door and held it open for miko. once the door was closed, you turned around, only to meet miko gently pushing you against a wall. your heart was pounding, you could hear it beating in your ears. “tell me what you want, my love.” your face became a dark shade of pink as miko trailed her fingers down your torso.

“i want- i-“ you gasped under her touch. how were you supposed to tell her what you want? how do you tell her you want her to ruin you the same way she did back then? “use your words, little one.” for some reason, that name affected you more than ever, she always used that name for you, but this time was different.

“i want- you..”

before you knew it, miko was all over you. she closed the gap between her lips and yours. her hands touching every part of your body. she was eager. miko removed most of your clothing, leaving you in your undergarments. she parted from your lips for a moment, “perhaps your room would be better suited for this activity.” she took your hand and lead you to your own bedroom.

she laid you down while roughly making out with you. her hands travelled everywhere, she kissed down your neck, leaving a few marks and bites. but she paid the most attention to one specific spot, kissing, biting and sucking. “m-miko- i need you closer-“ you moaned between words, and miko only chuckled.

her hand slid down your stomach and passed the lining of your underwear. “say please.” that’s it. she broke you. her voice and hands were all you could think of. “say please, darling.” her hands slowly retreated the longer you made her wait. “please- please miko-“

“please what, y/n?”

“please- i need you-“

she chuckled, leaning in to kiss you as her hand slid down your panties. she toyed with your clit before roughly pumping her fingers in and out of you. you moaned and squirmed under her, the knot in your stomach grew as she sped up. “you need me that badly, little one? i know everything you’ve done since then.” what was she talking about? you’re too focused on how good she’s making you feel, it’s hard to keep yourself from straying into a lustful mess.

“aw don’t tell me you forgot.” she moved closer to your ears and whispered, “i know who you think about when you’re touching yourself.” your heart sank. how does she know? her fingers pumped and curled inside you, and your brain became mush. “you’ve wanted this since the first time it happened, haven’t you?” your moans filled the room. all those restless nights and lustful thoughts coming back to you. you remember everything.

as you came closer and closer to the one thing you’ve been enduring all of this for, waiting for miko to let you release, miko sent not one but two shocks of electro through you. you screamed miko’s name as she sent one more. “when i ask you a question, i expect an answer, my love.” miko sent shocks of electro through you with every pump of her fingers. “i- i’ve wanted this- i want you-“ miko sent one more shock through you and that was it. miko chuckled as you came. you released all over her hand, making a mess on your own bed.

miko licked her fingers and leaned in to kiss you, “aren’t you going to tell me who you thought about all those restless nights?” before you could say anything, you pushed miko down on the bed. you stripped her from all of her pretty clothing and sat between her legs.

“i thought about you.”

#genshin yae miko #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #yae miko x you #yae miko smut #genshin girls x reader #yae miko x reader #yae miko #yae miko fanfiction

[ladyanidala]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

@sleepingbeauty21 thank you for tagging me!! This looks like a lot of fun!! :D

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

46! (That's wild, dude)

2. What's your total A03 word count?

Total AO3 word count is 127,857.

3. What fandom's do you write for?

Almost all of my fics are for Star Wars, but I do have four that are in the Attack on Titan fandom! (Still gotta watch the end of the show, rip)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

We're Not Needed Here - 709 kudos (oh crack fic, my beloved <3)

Her Step Forward - 155 kudos (this is my first published fic on AO3, and I love it, even if I'd rewrite it differently now, haha)

(Galactic) History in the Making - 125 kudos (this is an Obitine proposal fic! Qui-Gon meddles too, and it makes me happy)

Though Darkness May Be Our Companion, I Will Watch Over You - 121 kudos (this is a Merrical fic that I wrote after I either finished playing or watching a gameplay of Jedi: Fallen Order. I love those babies :') )

Sparring with Buir - 110 kudos (Korkie and Obi-Wan spar after reuniting on Mandalore.)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I like to interact with everyone who reads my stories. I like building community!!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oooooh, that's a hard one. I don't write super angsty endings, bc everyone deserves a happy ending, dangit, but the one fic that does foot the bill is Ghost Star, Are You Very Far? This is a fic centered around Kata Akuna and her love for stories. Sounds cute, yeah, but BROOOO there's some angst in there, I promise.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The happiest ending? That's a hard one as well. The one I love the most is Tequila. Very cracky, and very fun to write.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, not really (and that's not an invitation to start, lol)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No, I don't write literary pornography. It's all kinds of damaging to your brain (see increased anxiety and depression rates) as well as the rest of the body (see erectile dysfunction). Click here if you want to see more of my reasons.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No, I don't. My brain honestly has such a hard time making characters from different universes meet like that. They stay separate in my head XD

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope! (And again, not an invitation to start XD)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes!! The beautiful @sleepingbeauty21 is translating We're Not Needed Here. Check out No Nos Necesitan Aqui!!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Kinda?? My brother helps me out and writes some things in my fics sometimes, but I've never done an intentional co-authored fic before.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Anidala, hands down. I love them so much :')

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I doubt that all my WIPs will get finished, does that count? XD

In all seriousness, my very first WIP - that's still unpublished - is sitting in my docs folder, just begging me to write more, but I feel like I'm at an impasse. I don't know where to go from where I stopped, haha.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Ummmmm, my ability to keep characters in character when I write crack??? Idk, dude, I just put stuff on a page and people like it enough XD

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I definitely don't describe things as well as I want to. I often feel like I'm jumping from point to point in my writing without connecting it on paper. It all connects in my head, but it comes out clunky on paper.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Would that I could :') I'd LOVE to become fluent in German or Spanish one day and write a fic!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Wars!!

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Oh, dang, that's hard XD Ask me to pick a favorite child, why don't you? :P For the sake of finishing this, I choose Tequila again, lol. I love it so much XD

Tagging: @screwtornadowarningsimsouthern, @clawedandcute, and anyone else who wants to join, I don't speak to too many people on here XD

#star wars #fanfic #fanfic writer #ao3 #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #obitine #kata akuna #merrical #calmerrin #jedi survivor #nightsister merrin #cal kestis #padme amidala #anidala #tag game #this was fun

[gemsofgreece]

any pronunciation tips when pronouncing greek names? any common errors i should avoid? trying to impress a very important greek teacher in an interview and hoping to convince them that im competent enough to start studying the language! any other general tips would be super appreciated hahah x

You didn’t tell me what kind of studies it is (classical studies, modern studies, just linguistics, generally Greek culture and history studies) to be more precise but I believe I can give some tips anyway!

Use modern Greek pronunciation for any instance of speaking Greek to them, including addressing them. Even if you go for classical studies, outside the classroom you should use modern pronunciation to earn their attention.

If you are going to speak any basic Greek with them, you should definitely apply plural of politeness. Greet them with a “Ya sas” or a “Hérete” or a “Kaliméra sas” if it’s morning or “Kalispéra sas” if it’s afternoon. Always with plural of politeness. In the language that you are going to do most of the talk, use please and thank you and all forms of polite talk when it’s necessary within the context. These things are valued in Greek academic communication.

Address them with the word κύριος / κυρία + their surname. Kírie + Surname, if it’s a man, Kiría + Surname, if it’s a woman. You don’t have to address them after every answer or anything, just in the beginning and whenever it feels like it makes sense to do it. And plural of politeness. Please note that they may not apply plural of politeness to you, they may not call you mr or mrs and they might call you with your first name. All this is totally normal in Greek dialogue etiquette, you are the student, the younger person, and they can address you informally. THIS DOES NOT MEAN you can drop the plural of politeness. No matter how they talk to you (I mean unless they would insult you or something LOL) you have to use the plural. You can drop it ONLY if they explicitly tell you to do so which I doubt they will but anyway. And even if you drop the plural, you will still address them Kírie / Kiría + Surname unless they also tell you to call them by their first name which I also doubt and then you will STILL have to address them as Kírie / Kiría + First Name. Don’t drop the Kírie / Kiría under any circumstances. Unless they also tell you specifically to do that but the chances are very very slim.

Go in there with a pleasant but serious demeanour, you know, like in a typical interview. Depending on how they are, you can follow along their demeanour but always be one step more reserved. So if they are serious, you stay serious. If they are relaxed and humorous, you can loosen up as well but do remain a little more serious than them.

If they take note of you speaking Greek (regardless of how well or bad you do), you can smile reservedly and be like “Yes I am trying, I am really hoping / looking forward to learn more / improve”. But don’t make light of it, like “hehehe I am speaking Greek… opaaaa!” . Show you are interested in it seriously, academically.

I am pretty sure the professor will value much more your genuine interest to study the Greek language or culture, rather than any technical mistakes you might make. Show a contained mix of fascination and focus to them and you will win them over, I am sure! But don’t go in there like “idk the alphabet looked cool” XD

You can of course add how it might be very aesthetically appealing to you or having some practical significance for you to learn the language. But keep this supplemental and focus on scientific fascination and Greek’s academic / cultural impact.

I think I got the ultimate trick to impress them. Whatever they ask you about why you want to take these studies, push modern Greek culture in your answer or, even better, talk about how it fascinates you to explore the continuation or evolution of Greek culture / language / history through ancient, medieval and modern times. Talk about the special case of Greek being so well attested, giving us a window to explore cultural evolution in big spans of time with more precision. If these are modern Greek studies, definitely do not talk about how you love Greek mythology or ancient philosophy. I mean, it’s not bad to say that, it just won’t make the difference you hope for to the professor. Show that you value all eras of Greek history / linguistics and if it’s modern studies, then do emphasise on the modern era and maybe talk about exploring the impact of Byzantine / medieval in modern history and literature and culture. Maybe talk about how perhaps you were exposed to Modern Greek history and culture and realised how overlooked / under appreciated it is and how, I don’t know, it could prove to be impactful in certain ways. I mean, use the one of these that applies best to you and work around your answer, I am just giving you some ideas! But the point is, don’t focus on classical Greece or Greek mythology. Express an interest for the civilisation / linguistics throughout time, talk about exploring continuation, evolution and impact and I believe you got them :)

To summarise, be serious, focused and pleasant. Show respect and interest in all Greek linguistics / culture / history without discrimination. Talk about continuation. If they ask you if you have some niche interest about it, definitely choose something less known, more overlooked like something from medieval or modern times. Don’t stress over potential mistakes you might make. Use polite language.

And success is imminent 😁

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Hey Abby,

Now that this part of our fight is over, I just wanted to say thank you for everything you‘ve been doing these past months. Your daily recaps were wonderful and really helpful. You collected all the resources on how to help a renewal and I‘ve come back to those many times. And even now you‘re there for everyone who needs a hug or someone to talk to. You‘re a wonderful person and you really make a difference for people. Thank you so much, and don‘t forget to take care of yourself as well!

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