#that one guy who joined the black parade

[y0urnewstepp4r3nt]

Spot the difference

#ghost the band #that one guy who joined the black parade #papa emeritus iv #this is so stupid #i thought it was funny

[emjayewrites]

Fuck A Title (Lewis Hamilton x Black!Fem Reader) (1/5)

SYNOPSIS: Lewis and his former FWB try to navigate the murky waters of being official.

PAIRINGS: Lewis Hamilton x black!fem reader

WARNINGS: cursing, sexual content, angst, racing vroom vroom stuff. RATED R (minors DNI/18+)

SONG REFERENCE: "Title" by Kiana Lede

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A/N: Not back fr, but had this in my drafts for a minute, so..... [Please comment & reblog]

You sucked in a sharp breath as Lewis pulled you flush against his rock-hard body, his intoxicating male musk enveloping her. "Damn, Lew..." you husked out as his full lips trailed searing kisses along your neck.

Lewis rumbled a low chuckle against you skin, the gravelly timbre shooting tingles along her spine. "You know you want to stay." His mouth found yours, kissing you with a slow, hungry intensity.

"I can’t," you mutter as you arched shamelessly against the solid wall of muscle, whimpering into the heated kiss. These intimate nights used to be your steamy little secret - just two badass workaholics blowing off steam as commitment-free FWBs whenever you craved each other's bodies.

"I'll have your breakfast waiting in the morning, baby girl," Lewis purred in that panty-melting accent, charming and rugged all at once. "Let me take care of you like you deserve."

Your thoughts went to last season; it was stress-free, almost reminiscent of an endless vacation with you being flown out to see Lewis at some of his races — Monaco, Japan, Las Vegas, and Abu Dhabi, to name a few. There was also that two-week getaway to Turkey during summer break with his close guy friends.

But nothing could ever prepare you for how quickly things changed between you and Lewis. Just a few weeks ago, he wanted to make things official.

You blame that Brazilian girl. Jackie, Josie, Julia-something-or-the-other. Lewis's other sidepiece. The one who didn't know how to be discreet.

She's been kicking it with Lewis and his inner circle since 2019, and their off-and-on cycle can put anyone's head in a tailspin.

But, it wasn't your problem to deal with.

As messed up and unusual as it may sound, you knew what you had with Lewis. The conversations were always on par, the sex was bomb, and his friends were nice.

It wasn't until JuJu leaked his whereabouts to a tabloid journalist during his winter getaway to Brazil that Lewis finally put the nail in the coffin for whatever situation they had, and in return, it was you whom he had invited to join him in Paris, testing in Bahrain, and even a race in Saudi Arabia. It was you who he eventually grew close with, closer than what you envisioned, causing him to have an epiphany or midlife crisis moment, but he wanted you for some reason.

You and only you.

Against your shot-caller instincts, you had agreed to try monogamy with your long-time friends-with-benefits partner, yet could you really live up to the ride-or-die girlfriend role?

In the racing world, Lewis was F1 royalty - the kind of megastar talent that sparked a panty parade from groupies with each arrival. At thirty-nine years old, the British race monster had already stacked up multiple championship wins, the insane looks of a cologne model, and a net worth balling enough to buy a private island.

Cradled against his frame, you almost forgot your doubts about your newly-minted relationship status.

Almost.

Lewis was a whole meal with his tattooed body: wide shoulders, chiseled chest and biceps, and a tempting vee that disappeared beneath his form-fitting Tommy Hilfiger briefs. It almost felt criminal for one man to be so incredibly attractive.

"You're doing it again," that baritone washed over you as Lewis smirked knowingly. "Getting thirsty for me. This is why you need to stay." He flexed his pecs in a ludicrous muscle-man pose, making you throw back your head and laugh.

"Bye, Lewis," you shot back, eyes sparkling with mirth as you ran an admiring hand along his sculpted torso. "My mind was on work."

The lie was smooth, but he knew better.

"You think about work more than I do," Lewis chuckled richly, catching your roaming hand to tug you close once more. His skin glowed temptingly in the dim light, and you felt your resistance swiftly melting as his lips crashed into yours again. He tasted like your ultimate indulgence. But soon, much too soon, Lewis drew back with obvious reluctance. "Best not keep tempting me, baby girl. Let me walk you to your car like a good boyfriend."

And there it was - that word reminding you of your new reality. Boyfriend.

Swallowing hard, you began gathering your scattered clothes. "I should really go," she said, aiming for a breezy tone that fell flat even to your own ears. "But raincheck on the morning cuddles and all that, yeah? I've got an early call time."

Lewis watched you with that panty-dropping stare, shaking his head in fond exasperation. "Will you call me when you get to work at least?"

"Of course," you replied, sliding into your dress and avoiding his intense gaze. "I'll see you later," you said with a forced smile before turning and making your way out of the bedroom.

Like a dog to a bone, Lewis followed closely behind in nothing but his briefs and that all-too-obvious aroused bulge that he proudly sported. Bending over to put on your heels, you flinched slightly at the unexpected touch from behind.

His hands flattened against your spine, trailing downwards until it reached your hips before settling on your ass.

With a sharp intake of breath, you turned around to face him, eyes wide with shock and arousal as his fingers squeezed the plump flesh of your backside. "You can’t just grab me like that," you protested weakly, even as your body leaned into his touch.

A devilish grin crossed Lewis’ face. "But you like it," he murmured huskily, gazing down at you with hooded eyes. "You sure I can't convince you to stay?"

"Nope."

Lewis pouted playfully, his hands still lingering on your hips as he leaned in for one last kiss. "Fine," he sighed dramatically, before pressing his lips to your forehead and releasing you with a parting slap on your ass. "I'll see you later, then."

You grinned up at him as you straightened your dress and made your way towards the front door. "Bye, Lewis," you called over your shoulder.

As soon as you stepped outside into the cool London air, reality hit hard. Your mind was a cyclone of emotions.

Why were you still craving the easy detachment of your previous arrangement? Surely you were just going through an adjustment period of cold feet. A big part of you felt skittish about going from independent and free to somebody's boo'd up ball-and-chain, especially with someone who equally enjoyed working as you did. Though you weren’t on Lewis' level of fame, you still had clout as a fashion stylist and worked with prominent magazines, such as Vogue and Vanity Fair. You faced plenty of trials and trepidations in your life, yet navigating this new realm of commitment would be your ultimate challenge.

The drive to your hotel was quiet, with your mind filled with thoughts of Lewis and the budding relationship between the two of you. Shaking off those thoughts for now, you focused on reaching the hotel safely and getting some rest before another long day on set tomorrow.

The next morning came far too soon for your liking. Despite having only slept for a few hours due to work calls and texts from Lewis throughout the night (something he did often but never seemed to tire), you dragged yourself out of bed when your alarm blared loudly.

After a quick shower and a strong cup of coffee, you were dressed and ready to head to the set for another long day of styling. As you arrived at the location, you were greeted by familiar faces - the models, photographers, and other crew members whom you had worked with countless times before in the last couple of months. You were currently on a six-month contract for Schön! and even though there was some shoots that required long work days, you appreciated the flexibility of the work.

Everyone was scurrying around, setting up equipment and making last minute adjustments before the shoot began. You made your way over to the fashion rack where designer clothing was carefully organized and ready to be styled on the models.

"Morning, Y/N!" A voice called out from across the room.

You turned to see one of your bosses, Tara, walking towards you with a smile on her face.

"Hey, Tara," you replied. "How's it going?"

"It's going good," she said, glancing around at the busy set. "Looks like another long day ahead of us."

You both chuckled, knowing that long days were just part of the job.

"So, what are we working with today?" Tara asked curiously as she looked over at the fashion rack.

"A mix of high-end brands and some vintage pieces," you replied, pulling out a beautiful Dior dress from its garment bag. "I'm excited to see how this looks on one of our models."

Tara nodded in agreement before getting pulled away by one of the photographers who needed her assistance. You went back to organizing and styling the clothes for each look on your mood board.

As the day went on, you couldn't help but feel a little distracted by the constant buzzing of your phone. Every few minutes, another text from Lewis would come through, each one more persistent than the last.

"Come with me to Australia," one read. "I'll book your flights."

"Wasn't it your fantasy to be bent over the railing of a hotel overlooking Hobsons Bay?" another said.

You sighed as you set your phone down on the table next to you, trying to focus on the task at hand. The shoot was going smoothly but with every text from Lewis, it became harder and harder to concentrate.

One thing was for sure: this nigga was extremely persistent.

You couldn't deny that a trip to Australia sounded tempting - it had been on your bucket list for years now. But at the same time, it wasn't practical for you to just drop everything and go away for an undetermined amount of time.

Or could you? an intrusive thought bubbled in your head. The hoe side of yourself was speaking, coming out from the depths of her hoeness cave. It often appeared whenever Lewis was involved, and let's be honest, it was probably the reason why you found yourself in this weird ass situation in the first place.

Think about that tongue of his, girl! ‘Member how he had you walking funny for three days straight after finishing in eighth place?!

You couldn't forget it, as it would always be ingrained in the fiber of your very being. You enjoyed seeing Lewis angry, especially when there was a mistake during race weekend. Not that you blamed him for losing, as the car wasn't up to par, but he had a unique way of channeling his anger through sexual pleasure.

A familiar shiver ran down your spine as you hit send on a three-letter response to him.

Well, there goes the idea of keeping my distance and any modicum of self-respect.

Bitch, you know you can't resist that dick, quipped your inner hoe.

And as usual, she was correct.

The hotel didn't have a direct view of Hobsons Bay, but the Yarra River and Botanical Gardens could still be seen from the balcony. It was nighttime, and as Lewis moved in a steady rhythm, your vision may not have been top-notch, but the sparkling city lights served as a focal point amidst the familiar feeling building up in your pelvic region, signaling an imminent orgasm.

You couldn't help but moan loudly as Lewis hit that spot inside of you that always made you lose control. He had you bent over the railing, one hand gripping your hip while the other played with your aching nodule. Each thrust sent bolts of pleasure shooting through your body.

"Fuck," he grunted in your ear. "You feel so good."

You couldn't respond, too lost in the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. As his pace quickened, your moans grew louder and more desperate. The height from the penthouse's balcony was both terrifying and exhilarating, deafening in its intensity. It was a common choice for him whenever he visited Australia, as if being that high up meant less chance of encountering any spiders.

Just as you were about to reach your climax, Lewis stopped to bend down to bury his face in your core, working that sinful mouth of his. Your legs began to tremble as two of his fingers pushed inside you, matching the movements of his tongue.

He had always been a master at eating pussy, and it didn't take long for you to reach your climax. You cried out his name as waves of ecstasy washed over you, leaving you breathless and satisfied. Lewis stood up, a smug grin on his face as he saw the effect he had on you. He turned you around to kiss you deeply, tasting your own essence on his lips.

"You're still the best I've ever had," he whispered against your lips.

After catching your breath, you put a smirk on your face. "That's because I am the best," you teased.

"You’re right 'bout that," he concurred, leading you to the patio couch.

He sat next to you, his hands running up your sides and causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. You leaned into his touch, enjoying the sensation of his hands on your body.

"You always know how to make me feel good," you murmured.

"I aim to please," he replied with a wicked grin, before leaning in to kiss you again.

Without breaking the kiss, Lewis maneuvered you so you were now straddling his lap. His lips moved down your neck, causing shivers to run down your spine. Your hands roamed his muscular back, feeling every ridge and dip of his body.

His hands traveled to your hips, guiding them as you began to grind against him. The friction between your bodies was building a delicious heat, making it hard for you both to control yourselves.

"God, I need you," he growled against your skin.

You moaned in response, eagerly meeting his lips again. Lewis thrust upwards, filling you to the hilt and causing a soft gasp to escape your lips. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned back slightly and rocked your hips faster against his. The pressure was building between the two of you and it was becoming harder to keep quiet. Your nails raked across his skin and he hissed in pain.

"Mmm...easy there, baby girl," he rumbled out a low warning, giving your earlobe a gentle nip of reproach. "Can't have you mauling me before the big race this weekend. Need to look pretty for my adoring fans."

You scoffed and ground harder against him in sweet retaliation, making him curse roughly. "Please, I'll mark you up anyway I want," you husked.

Lewis chuckled and tightened his grip on your waist, holding you still as he thrust up into you with more force. Your head fell back in pleasure, a loud moan escaping your lips.

"Jesus Christ," he groaned, his movements becoming more frenzied as he chased his own release. He reached between your bodies to stimulate your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, along with your moans and Lewis' low curses.

"That’s my girl takin' this dick so well," he croons softly. "You’re so fuckin' wet, baby. You like this dick, huh? This yours?"

Lewis' words only spurred you on, as you continued to ride him with reckless abandon. The pleasure was building inside of you, threatening to consume you completely.

"You know it's mine," you gasped out, your nails digging into his shoulders. "No one else's."

"Damn right," Lewis growled, his own release approaching fast. He gripped your hips tighter and slammed into you one last time, pushing you both over the edge.

Your walls clenched around him like a vice as you came undone, screaming his name as he followed suit shortly after.

Panting and sweating, the two of you collapsed onto the couch in a tangled heap. Lewis held you close, kissing your forehead gently.

"You're amazing," Lewis murmured, voice rough with satiated desire. His arms tightened around you, pulling your flushed body flush against his sweat-sheened skin.

You hummed out a breathless laugh, nuzzling your face against the solid warmth of his chest. "So are you."

For a long while, the two of you simply held each other close, basking in the post-coital glow. Lewis traced idle patterns across the exposed skin of your back, his touch reverent and tender.

Finally, with obvious reluctance, Lewis stirred beneath you.

"As much as I hate to move right now, we should probably get cleaned up."

The two of you stood up, still tangled in each other's embrace, and made your way to the bathroom. Lewis turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature before pulling you under the warm spray with him.

You leaned back against his chest, feeling content and blissful as he washed your body with slow, gentle movements. His hands lingered on your curves and crevices, eliciting soft moans from you.

"I could get used to this," Lewis murmured against your neck, pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot behind your ear.

You chuckled and turned around in his arms, wrapping yours around his neck. "Me too."

And even though you are apprehensive, there is no denying that Lewis was still the best thing in your world, but it all can't be butterflies and rainbows...

TO BE CONTINUED.....

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[theostrophywife]

mariposa.

i just need a quick fix, i ain't gonna miss this we've already crossed that line before, i won't get addicted tell me lies girl say it softly, you'll be sayin take it off me

author's note: you guys know how much i adore lucien. i'm absolutely unwell just thinking about our overprotective, feisty fox boy. there's also a surprise guest appearance that i think ya'll will appreciate 😏 song inspiration: lacrimosa by matt kent.

The rhythmic pounding of hollow drums echoed throughout the spring manor, its seductive beat beckoning you to come outside and join in on the festivities. Your gaze flickered to the shimmering lock placed on your bedroom door as Tamlin’s warning echoed in the dark and empty bedchamber. 

Stay in your room.

You huffed, crossing your arms. Who the hell was he to tell you what to do? Tamlin may be the High Lord of the Spring Court, but it didn’t grant him the right to forbid you from attending Calanmai. Especially not after you spent the whole day being paraded around the countless lords seeking your hand in marriage only to then be tucked away when your presence was no longer convenient.

No, that simply wouldn’t do. 

With a wicked grin, you pulled a rhinestone pin out of your hair and knelt in front of the door. You whispered an incantation and the pin glowed brightly as you rattled it against the lock. With a flick of your wrist, the door propped open. You peered out into the hallway and confirmed that the coast was clear before carefully creeping through the quiet house. 

The spring manor was empty for the night. There wasn’t a single servant present to stop you from making your way downstairs. They were all probably at Calanmai already, dancing and drinking and doing all the things that Tamlin had barred you from doing. He already had the Great Rite to worry about, your brother had said. The High Lord didn’t need his troublesome little sister getting in the way of his duties. 

You would make him regret it. 

The thought put a spring in your step as you strolled through the gardens, taking in the balmy evening and the cool spring breeze. First thing was first, you needed to conceal your identity if you hoped to avoid being spotted by your brother or any of his cronies. With a wisp of magic, conjured an intricate golden mask, its ornate swirls and whorls fanning out into deep yellows and oranges as white spots dotted the edges of the black borders and veins. The accessory matched your copper dress perfectly. As you placed the mask over your eyes, the wings flickered and mimicked the graceful movements of a monarch butterfly.

Donning a satisfied smile, you crossed the clearing that would lead you to the festivities. Your skirts whispered against the earth as you winnowed atop the hill at the edge of the manor. Down below, you watched as High Fae and faeries alike danced around the fires lighting up the lush landscape. 

The savage beat of the drums summoned you across the grassy knoll and you gladly surrendered to its call. Smoke curled through the air and enveloped you in its intoxicating haze as you reached the heart of the crowd. Someone grabbed you by the waist, dragging you into the throng of dancing bodies circling the large bonfire burning at the center of the field. 

There was something magnetic about the movements, a ritual awakening deep within your bones as magic unfurled its golden glow through your entire being. You tipped your head back and laughed, twirling in dizzying circles as you changed partners again and again. One of them—a handsome dryad—handed you a goblet filled with a golden, sparkling liquid. 

The drink was unlike anything you’ve ever tasted before. You could feel the edges of your vision blurring, every thought and worry ebbing and flowing through your mind, and your surroundings turned fuzzy as though someone had placed a lace veil over your eyes. The carefree feeling it brought was delicious and addicting so you drained the drink down to its last drop, greedily licking the sparkling remnants off your lips. 

The dryad you were currently dancing with twirled you across the field and you clumsily stumbled across the soft grass before a pair of strong arms steadied you. 

You looked up to thank the stranger, but the words died in your throat as soon as you beheld the male standing before you. He was the embodiment of sensuality and seduction with raven hair as dark as night and golden brown skin gleaming against the backdrop of the burning bonfire, the flames mimicking the intricate tattoos peeking out above his perfectly fitted tunic. Fine clothing adorned his body, its deep ebony color matching the shimmer of darkness that seemed to waft through his shoulders like the night sky. 

But it was his eyes—those deep violet eyes that shimmered with amusement that seemed to set off your internal alarm. Danger lurked behind that amethyst gaze.

“Be careful, little butterfly.” A voice as smooth as velvet drawled. “We wouldn’t want you flying away now, do we?” 

With feline grace, the male placed one hand on the small of your back and the other on your shoulder as he swept you across the crowd. This dance wasn’t like the wild, jovial traditional dance of the Spring Court. It was smooth and steady, every twist and turn performed with calculated precision. A lethal waltz with an equally lethal partner. 

The stranger spun you around and the silks of your skirts hugged his dark trousers as he reeled you back into his arms. 

“I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of being introduced,” the handsome male purred. “Where has the High Lord been hiding a treasure like yourself, my lady?” 

You swallowed thickly. The music and laughter echoed all around you, but they sounded slow and distorted as though your mind had been dipped in a jar of honey. Faces blurred in your periphery and dragged across the forefront of your consciousness like molasses, there and gone with the blink of an eye. It took a considerable amount of effort to bring your focus back to the stranger.

“I’m new to the Spring Court.” 

It wasn’t technically a lie, given that you’d only just made your formal debut a week ago. The stranger raised a brow, but if he had any qualms regarding your statement, he didn’t voice them. 

“Allow me to extend the warmest of welcomes, then.” He took a gloved hand and pressed his lips against your knuckles, mischief sparkling in those star kissed eyes. “My name is Rhysand.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Rhysand,” you said with a shy smile. “I’m—”

“Spoken for,” said a voice from behind you. 

A figure emerged from the trees, tall and lean and all too familiar. A flash of scarlet glimmered in the night as Lucien came into view. 

Of all people, it had to be your brother’s best friend catching you sneaking out of the manor and dancing with the most beautiful male you’ve ever laid eyes on. Still, there was the matter of the stupid little prattling of your heart as you turned to face the handsome red headed male.

Despite the increasing effects of that damned faerie wine, the sight of Lucien never failed to take your breath away. 

As befitting an emissary, he was dressed in fine clothing of a deep, rich green that accentuated the crimson locks flowing behind his back. Intricate braids crowned his head as soft tendrils kissed the planes of his elegant face. His sparkling amber and golden mechanical eye affixed on you. A heated spark flashed through his gaze, but it was gone before you could decipher its meaning. 

You’ve fancied Lucien for as long as you could remember. At first, it had been a harmless little thing. You were so young when you first met and he’d always had that older, mysterious allure made even more enticing by the fact that Lucien was forbidden fruit. He was Tamlin’s best friend and constant companion and you were the younger sister with an innocent crush.

But now that you were both fully grown, the tension between you and Lucien was anything but.

“Calanmai is for invited guests only,” Lucien said sharply, his shoulders tensing. "And the last time I checked, you weren't on the list."

A lazy smile tugged on Rhysand’s lips. “Now, now, Lucien. Is that any way for an emissary to address a High Lord?” That violet gaze winked down at you. “Especially not in the presence of a beautiful maiden.”

Lucien gritted his teeth. “The lady is spoken for.”

Now that was interesting. Lucien could’ve easily identified you as Tamlin’s sister, but he chose not to. Perhaps he didn’t want word of your escape to reach your brother.

“Stunning creatures, butterflies.” Rhysand said with a knowing smile, reaching out to caress your mask. Lucien bristled, but the High Lord of the Night Court only smirked seductively. “Though I’ve found that they tend to get restless if not properly stimulated.” 

Lucien angled himself between you and the handsome stranger. “My lady has had enough excitement for one night.” 

You frowned, glaring at your friend’s back. You wanted to dance and laugh and drink until dawn. You wanted to feel the wind in your hair and the music in your chest, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through your body and making you relaxed and pliant, but as Lucien pinned his gaze on you, the fear and concern swimming in his eyes kept you from speaking.

“It’s time to escort you back to the manor,” Lucien announced with finality. He spoke into the smoky night, not once looking at you. An argument sat on the tip of your tongue, but you thought better of it as your friend's fists clenched at his side.

Violet eyes met your own as Rhysand dipped into a bow. He kissed your hand once more, making you blush fiercely. “Until we meet again, little butterfly.”

You watched as the male sauntered away, but not before winking back at you with a sultry grin. 

Without a word, Lucien grabbed your wrist and winnowed into thin air. The sudden transition was jarring and you barely had time to gather your wits before you were being ushered through the doors of the manor. The black and white chequered marble floors blurred beneath your feet as you and Lucien passed through like a furious wind, his deep auburn hair nearly whipping against your cheek as he stomped up the sweeping staircase. 

He didn’t look back once. Didn’t speak as he threw the door open and watched you walk through the threshold. Alone in your bedchambers, Lucien whirled around with barely contained rage coloring his handsome face. 

“Are you fucking insane?” The Autumn Court male finally spoke as you plopped down on the bed, the aftereffects of all the dancing and drinking weighing heavy on your body. “Do you know how utterly idiotic it was to venture out alone? On Calanmai, of all nights! You’re lucky that it was me who found you and not Tamlin.”

“And dancing with Rhysand—Rhysand of all fucking people!”

“At least he bothered to talk to me!” you yelled, voice hoarse and strained. “All you and Tamlin ever do is lock me in here like I’m some child that needs to be constantly coddled.” 

“Could you blame us?” he said harshly. “One night on your own and you managed to attract the attention of the most dangerous male in all of Prythian. Rhysand may have flashed you pretty smiles and flowery words, but it doesn’t change the beast that lurks within. He is the High Lord of the Night Court. He could have ripped your mind apart without lifting a single finger.”

You blanched at the realization. “I—I didn’t know.”

“That’s precisely the point,” your friend snapped. “You jump into things headfirst without any regard for your safety.” Lucien released a shaky breath, his hand trembling as he raked his fingers through his hair. “If anything happened to you…”

The worry dancing in his eyes momentarily sobered you. Enough for you to take his hand and squeeze in reassurance. “I’m fine, Lucien. Rhysand didn’t do anything to me. We just danced, that’s all.”

His grip tightened around your wrist. “He made you smile. Made you laugh. And he called you little butterfly,” Lucien said the last word softly, but it laid heavy between you. 

“It was because of the mask—”

A burning fire raged within Lucien. “I don’t give a damn why. He doesn’t have the right.” He titled your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “Only I get to call you that, mariposa.”

You whimpered at the gruffness of his voice. Mariposa was Lucien's nickname for you and he usually said it with soft fondness, but the there was nothing gentle about the way he was wielding it now.

There was a part of you that knew Lucien was angry. His words echoed, but they didn’t fully register and were instead swallowed up by the haze clouding your mind. The only thing you could focus on was how badly the room was spinning and how your internal temperature seemed to spike higher and higher as Lucien pulled back to pace in front of the crackling hearth.

Heat blossomed in your core and snaked its fiery tendrils throughout your body, making you feel flushed and overheated. Your skin felt too hot and your dress too suffocating as you crumpled into a nearby chair. You hadn’t even noticed that your hands were shaking until you haphazardly wiped the sweat off of your brow. 

“Y/N?” Lucien’s voice sounded hollow and distant even though he was kneeling right beside you. You blinked, murmuring softly as he took your face in his hands. Gone was the wrath and fury from earlier, replaced now by worry and concern. “You’re burning up.”

His mechanical eye focused on the golden flecks covering your mouth. Lucien cursed lowly as he wiped his thumb across your bottom lip. The action made you shiver and you involuntarily leaned into his touch, his warmth, his scent. It felt good, so good, to have him touching you. 

“Did the High Lord give you anything to drink?” Lucien tilted your chin and you groaned, lashes fluttering against your cheek as his rough, calloused hands brushed against your skin. “Think, Y/N. I need you to answer me, sweetheart.”

You blinked, recalling the goblet of wine. “No, no, it wasn’t Rhys. It was another male. A dryad. Your fingers brushed against the flecks on your mouth and you furrowed your brows in confusion at Lucien’s deep frown. “He gave me some wine. It was gold and sweet.”

“That bloody bastard.” Your friend’s tone was sharp and biting, anger rippling through him in waves. 

“Why?” you asked as spots blurred your vision. “I feel fuzzy and warm and it’s so godsdamned stuffy in this room. What’s happening to me, Lucien?”

“You drank Amortis,” Lucien explained. 

The mention of the potion sent a course of panic through you, but it was swallowed up again by the flame of desire burning hotter and hotter underneath your friend’s intense gaze. Somewhere in the abscesses of your brain, you knew that this was bad. 

Amortis was an aphrodisiac used as an aid during the mating rituals of Calanmai. You vaguely recalled learning about it during your lessons about the Great Rite, but you’d been too drunk on faerie wine and music for the significance of the drink to register.

“The dryad must have slipped it into your wine when you weren’t looking.” His expression darkened, a snarl rippling through his chest. “I’m going to rip him apart bit by bit. Tamlin can have what’s left.”

His eyes widened. “Oh gods, I have to tell Tam.”

You shook your head and tugged at his wrist. “No,” you pleaded. If Tamlin heard about any of this, he’d never let you out of his sight again. “Please don’t tell my brother, Lu.” 

Lucien softened at your given nickname for him. Try as he might, the Autumn Court male couldn’t deny that he had a soft spot for you. Having known you your entire life, he was just as protective over you as Tamlin was. Growing up with brothers, he hadn’t been prepared for the antics and schemes that you always seemed to get yourself into. You were trouble personified and you had him completely wrapped around your finger. 

Always have, always will.  

So he sighed in defeat. 

“Fine,” Lucien conceded. “But we have to do something. You’re burning up.” 

“A shower,” you suggested. “I need a cold shower.”

Your friend helped you onto your feet and escorted you into the large bathroom attached to your bedchambers. The marble tiled shower hissed and groaned as Lucien eased the handles. Mist fogged up the mirror and you leaned against the countertop, wriggling out of your shoes. 

The effects of the potion reached its peak and took full control of your body. Every sensation felt intensified as you doubled over in pain. You nearly ripped the dress off of your body, leaving you in nothing but your lace underclothes as you stepped into the cold shower. 

Curled up into a fetal position, you hugged your knees to your chest and allowed the freezing water to cool your body temperature. Lucien knelt down beside you and wrapped an arm against your shoulder, stroking your hair and murmuring words of comfort. 

The warmth of the Autumn Court male enveloped you in cinnamon and sunshine. Whether it was the Amortis or your natural attraction to Lucien, you found yourself leaning in closer and nuzzling into his neck. His grip on your shoulder tightened as your lips brushed against his skin. 

“Y/N.” 

A fiery tendril curled around your finger as you looked up and met Lucien’s gaze. Water fell in rapid droplets, soaking through his white shirt and clinging onto his golden-brown skin. You traced the scar above his brow and his eyes fluttered close in response. Lucien’s ragged breathing filled the room as you traced the elegant planes of his face, your thumb brushing against his lips. They looked so lush and inviting, you wanted nothing more than to lean in and take a bite. 

You tilted your chin up, nuzzling your nose against his. An inch closer and his lips would be on yours. Lucien's lashes kissed your cheek as his eyes fluttered open. Meeting his burning gaze was like looking directly at the sun.

“I want to kiss you,” you whispered. 

A flash of something dark and dangerous glimmered in Lucien’s hypnotic stare before he clamped down on your wrist. For a second, you could see the conflict raging within him. He wanted this as much as you did. All he needed to do was give in. The shower above you hissed and Lucien blinked, snapping out of whatever moment the two of you had been in the midst of.

He pulled away, clearing his throat. “It’s just the effects of Amortis.” 

“Amortis lowers your inhibitions,” you countered. “But it doesn’t alter your desires, which means I’d want to kiss you even if I were sober.”

Lucien gently removed your hand from his face and set it on your lap. “Maybe so,” he mused before reaching up to turn the shower handle. “But I’m not going to kiss you tonight. Not like this.”

You frowned, crossing your arms. “Why? Because I’m Tamlin’s pesky little sister who’s had an embarrassing crush on you for centuries?” 

The redhead pinned you against the tiled wall, his stare burning holes into your skin. “Because I care about you. Because the first time I kiss you won’t be because you accidentally consumed an aphrodisiac.” He braced his palms on either side of your head and you swallowed at how much he towered over you, how easily he caged you in. “When I finally kiss you, mariposa, it won’t just be a kiss. It’ll be everything and there’ll be no going back from it. So I need you to be sure.” 

A shiver crawled up your spine. “I am sure,” you said softly. “I’ve always been sure about you, Lucien.”

He smiled. A devastating sort of smile that sent sunlight into the cracks of your soul. “Then tell me in the morning, little butterfly.”

Dawn broke over the horizon as golden rays speared through the bruised sky. Someone had left the curtains in your bedchambers spread apart. Probably you. Or maybe it was Lucien. 

Lucien. 

Memories from the night before flooded your thoughts. After your embarrassing confession, Lucien had helped you get dressed and carried you to bed. You shot up in the large four poster bed, rustling the pillows and blankets that he’d carefully tucked you into. A glimpse of red snagged your attention and you found your friend sprawled across a velvet lounge chair, his long legs hanging over the edge. 

The sound of your shuffling roused the red haired male from sleep. He pitched forward, alarm spreading through his face when he found you staring at him. Lucien crossed the room in two strides and knelt beside your bed. He scanned your features, gently cradling your chin between his fingers. 

“I’m fine, Lu.” 

Relief washed over your friend. There was something endearing about the way he fretted over you. 

“Never scare me like that again,” Lucien said. 

You grinned. “I think that’s the last time I ever drink Amortis. Though I can’t promise to stay out of trouble.”

Lucien sighed deeply, running a hand through his fiery locks. “I’m serious, Y/N. In all of my immortal existence, I’ve never felt terror like I did when I saw you dancing with Rhysand.”

“Is the High Lord truly that horrifying?” 

“I wasn’t scared of him,” Lucien said. There was no bravado in the statement, just pure honesty as he fixed his gaze on you. “I was scared for him. Of what I wanted to do to him for simply breathing the same air as you.”

You swallowed thickly. “What you said last night…what I said last night. I meant it, Lucien.” 

Lucien went still as death, his mechanical eye whirring to life as he scanned over you. Checking for any traces of Amortis. Confirming that you weren’t still under its spell. Your heart pounded in your chest as you caressed his cheek. 

“I’m not under any spell,” you whispered softly. “What I feel, it’s real. I wanted to kiss you last night and I still want to kiss you this morning. I’m sure, Lucien.” 

His slender fingers curled gently around your wrist, his breathing low and ragged as he brought his gaze up to you. There was something primal and possessive in those eyes. 

“I won’t insult you by attempting to describe how I feel about you in words,” he declared, his voice like honeyed wine ebbing through your very core. “I’ll just show you instead.”

Lucien’s slender fingers curled through your unbound hair, tilting your head at just the right angle before he gently pressed his lips against yours. The kiss ignited a fire within your core. It was soft and sweet yet demanding and possessive. You could tell that Lucien was barely restraining himself by the way his breath hitched as your lips met. 

You melted into his touch as he brought you closer, setting you on his lap as he leaned against the headboard. Centuries of curiosity was satisfied as you raked your fingers through his hair, the feel of it smooth and silky like you’d always imagined. Shy pecks turned into lingering heated kisses as you explored one another. Lucien groaned when you shifted your hips, greedily leaning down to taste more of him. 

He tugged you by the top of your thighs, placing you chest to chest. The sunlight streaming in from the window crowned him in glorious day, his auburn hair shining brightly like a living flame as though Lucien was the embodiment of fire itself. There was a wildness in him that drew you in like a moth to a flame. 

Lucien stroked your cheek tenderly as though he were convincing himself that you weren’t just a figment of his imagination. His features softened as you took his hand and kissed his fingertips. 

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed. “You put the flowers in this court to shame with the way you bloom.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, filling you with a wave of emotions. It was a rare occasion for you to be rendered speechless, but Lucien was more than capable of stunning you into complete silence. 

You pressed your lips against his in response, the kiss turning urgent as you poured all of the words you weren’t able to articulate into one single action. Lucien groaned as you gently tugged on his bottom lip. He teased his tongue past the seam of your lips and you gladly obliged, welcoming him in. 

There was no trace of his restraint from earlier as Lucien flipped you over, pinning you underneath him as he completely devoured you. It was in that moment that you realized that you’ve never been properly kissed. Because this…this paled in comparison to every other kiss you’ve ever had. 

It nearly knocked the breath out of you. From the way that Lucien’s chest was rising and falling, you weren’t the only one. As the kiss deepened, the desire to feel him, to truly feel him, became overwhelming. You tugged on the hem of his shirt and Lucien pulled away to allow you to pull it off of him. 

He toyed with the straps of the nightgown that he had helped you change into a few hours ago, a question in his expression. You merely nodded and shrugged out of the silky material. Lucien watched as you laid yourself bare before him, his fingers brushing against your delicate skin. 

You tugged at the front of his trousers and he gently wrapped his fingers around your wrist. “Are you sure?” 

“I told you, Lucien.” You said, meeting his burning gaze. “I’ve always been sure about you. I want this. I want you.”

“I want you, too,” he whispered. “More than anyone has ever wanted anything in this entire realm.” 

“So take me.”

Lucien didn’t need to be told twice. He kissed you again but this time it was desperate and full of need. His hands roamed over your body, tracing every line and curve with devotion. Lucien kissed every surface of skin as though he were committing your body to memory. His fingers dipped low as he parted your legs, groaning when he found you wet and ready for him. 

You watched as he lined himself up at your entrance. Every move was filled with tenderness. Lucien teased the tip in, his gaze never leaving yours while he eased his cock inside of you. His length stretched you beyond your limit, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Once he filled you to the hilt, he paused. 

“Are you alright?”

You nodded, brushing a stray strand of red hair from his cheek. “Never better.”

Your friend smiled before slowly pulling out, monitoring your reactions as he established a steady pace. By no means were you inexperienced, but as Lucien rolled his hips into yours, it felt like you’d been starved of touch your whole life. He seemed to echo the sentiment as awe and bewilderment took over his features. 

It had never felt like this with anyone else. 

The way he touched you was full of devotion as though your body was a temple and he was making his burnt offerings upon the altar. Lucien lavished you with worship, his large hands easing your leg up so he could angle himself deeper. You moaned as he brushed against a particularly sensitive spot. 

“Gods, Lucien.”

His forehead dropped to yours, eyes blazing with fire. You didn’t have to say the words. Lucien knew exactly what you meant. “I know,” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours. “I know, sweetheart.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he buried his face into the crook of your shoulder, his breathing ragged. His muscles tensed underneath your fingertips as you raked your nails across his back. Lucien growled into your mouth as you dragged him down beside you, flipping positions so that you were perched on his lap. 

His skin glistened in the early morning light, beads of sweat glimmering like crystals along his perfectly sculpted torso. You braced your hands on his chest and rode him slowly, moving your hips back and forth while he watched through heavy lids. A large hand clamped down on your right hip hard enough to bruise, but you kept the steady rhythm as the male underneath you groaned. 

From this angle, the friction on your clit combined with Lucien’s upward thrusts unraveled that familiar feeling in your core. Lucien felt you clench around him and he sat upright, sucking harshly at your neck. 

“Let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he whispered gently. You closed your eyes, giving into the rush of sensations. “That’s it. I want to watch you come undone.”

The impact made your vision blur with white heat. For a split second, you felt as though you were floating above your body, watching as you writhed in pleasure. Lucien’s voice brought you back and you relished the way your name tumbled so prettily from his mouth, like the prayer of a devoted believer. He roared as he finished, his head lolling against the crook of your neck. 

At some point, his braids had come undone and you giggled as crimson locks tickled your cheek. Lucien lifted his head, observing you with a soft smile. Behind him, the sun reached its peak over the horizon and formed a golden crown upon his head. 

You propped an elbow up against your pillow, a small smile spreading across your lips as you admired the male beside you. 

Lucien grinned back, brushing his nose against your cheek. “What are you thinking about, mariposa?”

“I’m thinking that I should endanger myself more often if this is what it leads to.”

The redhead frowned, flicking your nose. “You do seem to have a special talent for attracting trouble.” 

You shrugged lazily. “I attract a lot of things. Including stubborn, possessive redheads.”

Lucien chuckled before pulling you into his chest. His arm snaked around your waist as he nuzzled against the back of your neck. 

“Falling for you is by far the most reckless thing I’ve ever done,” he whispered softly. You turned slightly, worry marking your features. Lucien smoothed the creases on your forehead. “But I don’t regret it. Not one bit.”

You sighed in relief, melting back into his arms. Comfortable silence stretched between you as the reality of what you’d just done settled. Lucien was right. There was no going back from this. 

The spring manor came to life, voices filtering in and out as everyone started preparing for the day. You turned to fully face him, speaking the words that you were both thinking. 

“What are we gonna tell my brother, Lu?”

Lucien brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “We’ll tell him the truth. That this was inevitable. That nothing in this realm could’ve kept me away from you.”

“Are you sure about this?” Your heart pounded in your chest as you met his gaze. “About me?” 

“I am sure,” he said with a smile. “I’ve always been sure about you.”

As he echoed your words from last night, you leaned in to kiss him. You were part thrilled, part terrified of whatever came next. 

But as long as Lucien was by your side, you were ready to face the dawn of a new day.

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[miniisunshine]

It's here! My Kappa x new girl is out

Synopsis : Was he yours if he wanted me so bad

Warnings : AFAB ready, P in V, swearing, dubious consent?, dom Kappa, sort off humiliation kink

Being the new girl in an already established group is never easy, even harder when there's princess treatments for one, but boy oh boy were you determine to move that bitch and take her place sooner or later.

You've met Kappa for the first time in an alleyway; while you were trying to steal from a creepy guy, your plan failed miserably and you ended up trap inbetween him and a brick wall. Trying to escape from his strong grasp, delaying the horrible nightmares who would come next, you were lucky enough to be saved by the long black haired cult leader. Immediately hypnotised by his cold icy gaze, you didn't need to think one minute to accept his invitation to join his "human-robots killers group". I mean, you were already in the crime industry, what could go wrong?

Already head over heels for this man, you were greeted with a cold shower when you first met Kappa's favorite one : Theta. And she made it veeery clear to you that he was hers and she was his, like a prince to his princess.

But what she didn't know was, at night, the one she called "mine" was in your bed, carressing and kissing you, whispering sweet words into your ears as he fucked you until you couldn't see clear and you loved it, even though you still wanted to be more than just his midnight love.

So one night, as you were laying on his chest, drawing circles on his skin, you poured your heart out for Kappa.

"Are you gonna claim me as yours one day?"

"Why are you asking that Sugar?"

You sighed

"I'm tired of being your dirty little secret, i should be the one you show proudly, not Theta.."

"But i love you just like i love her, isn't that enough?"

"No it's not! And you clearly don't LOVE her if you keep coming in my bed every night! Stop lying with those words."

You almost screamed.

Shocked by your anger he got off the bed, raising his hand to slap you, but didn't, like a force prevented him from doing so. Without a word, he stormed out the room, leaving you crying quietly on your matress, deeply affected by his unequival feelings to you.

As the night goes by, sadness grew into anger and anger became vengance: let's see how long he could resist keeping you a secret to the rest of the group.

In the morning, you threw off the sluttiest nightgown you could find, parading in front of everybody, purposefully getting the attention of every man who would get an eyeful of your body.

Bending over to grab the milk in the fridge, your eyes met Kappa's furious gaze, as you slowly poured the liquid in a glass. Because Theta was peacefully eating her breakfast next to you, he knew nothing could be done right now to stop this show you put on before lunch, preventing "his" men from looking at you like lions looking at their prey.

You finished your milk, winking at him while licking your lips, as you went back into your room, changing yourself, ready to attack this beautiful day.

Since nothing was scheduled today, you decided to take on the tasks you were given one your first day : cleaning the house. Washing and scrubing was something you enjoyed a lot and with a boring day like this, it was the perfect activity to waste your time one.

As the hour passed, you were left all alone in the house, cleaning the dining room, while the others benefited from the great warmth outside, or so you thought.

Deeply focus into your work, you didn't heard Kappa's footsteps rapidly approaching, caging you with his chest on your back and his hands trapping yours on the table.

"You have 5 seconds to explain what happened this morning Sugar."

He asked calmly, with a bittersweet undertone.

"I don't know what you're talking about.."

You said innocently, but deep down, this moment was all you hoped for after what you have done earlier.

"Don't act fucking stupid with me. Is it because of last night? Are you now punishing me for telling you the truth sweety?"

You couldn't respond. His dark tone and his tall body towering behind you were making you unable to let any sound come out of your mouth.

"Let's see who's really getting punish in all of this."

You couldn't process what he had said before he forcefully slamed your upperbody on the table, pressing his hard on in your ass.

"W..wait Kappa.. We can t..talk!"

"Too late pretty face, you've reached my limit and now you have to pay for it."

His peaceful voice would have calmed everybody, but the situation made it bone chilling as the words reached your ears.

He cuffed both your hands behind your back with his right hand while he stripped you from your pants and underwear before doing the same with his.

You couldn't deny the excitement in that moment, but you could also feel the anxiety going up as you knew you were in for a rough one.

Against all odds, you felt Kappa's fingers carressing your wet folds, making you whimper.

"Already so wet for me.. Do you really think i believed you when you told me you didn't put that little show on purpose this morning?"

He landed a hard slap on your ass, obtaining a hiss from you, as he lower himself to your ears.

"You want me to show everybody who you belong to?"

You nodded weakly before he inserted himself harshly into you, with a low groan. You loudly cried out of pleasure, but also from pain, as a tear made his way on your cheek.

"Nhg... K..Kappa.."

You tried to tell him to go softer with you but his rapid thrusts could only make you moan.

"Yea, keep calling my name like that"

He grabbed your waist, bruising it with his grip, as if he was scared you were gonna try to escape, but you weren't. The pain you felt earlier was far gone and replaced by pure enjoyment created by Kappa's dick into you.

Both your moans filled the dining room, creating a perfect melody for anybody to hear, and by anybody you meant Theta, who was watching everything from the window, outside. You catched her staring as Kappa kept drilling into you and that's what pushed you to the edge: knowing his favorite girl was watching him gaining pleasure by you was enough to make you come.

Screaming his name, you gripped the table as hardly as you could, legs shaking from the things you were feeling.

"Is my girl already done?"

Kappa's didn't let you came down from your high as he grab you by the shoulders, forcing you to face him and kneel before him.

"Now finish me off"

You licked your lips, pumping his length with your hands before licking it from balls to tip, making him drop his head backwards. As precum started to leak, you take him whole into his mouth, adjusting to his size while your fingers found their way on his balls.

His hands firmly grabbed a chunk off your hair, as he guided your head, sucking him off just the way he liked it.

"F...fuck just like that.. Good girl.."

Tears were creeping from your eyes and spit dripping from your mouth, butyou could only focus on the ungodly sounds Kappa was producing, making you unable to not touch yourself as your clit was throbbing.

Both your paces increased as his breath fasten, signifying he was reaching his limits. Your moans vibrating on his dick, he released his load into your mouth while you came for a second time on your fingers.

Swallowing the milky concoction, Kappa helped you get on your feet, dressing him and you back as he placed small kisses on your body, telling you how good you did today.

You innocently smiled as you leaved the room to go wash yourself up in the bath before Theta blocked you in the hallway

"What do you think you're doing with MY man?"

"I mean, is he really yours if he wanted me so bad?"

Omg i am so sorry it took so long and it being so badly written. I had an idea, but it was done poorly! Hopefully at least one you appreciate it lol

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[blankwashed]

Rules R Rules

(description: naoya, your husband and also clan leader found out that you were teasing some of his army personnel. you weren't exactly all that innocent, being his wife meaning you weren't able to leave the clan quarters much. you had your eyes on toji fushiguro, his sergeant. you took this chance to live your dreams, to have sex with mr. fushigruo.)

“n-naoya darling, please, we can talk about this. don’t jump to conclusions when you haven’t heard my side of the story, please!” you begged while you were practically on the floor, inching yourself away from naoya, your husband.

naoya rolled his eyes, whip in hand. the whip was slender, black and thin.

“oh really?” he growled, with a lower tone of voice. “you really expect me to believe i wouldn’t do anything when my when my wife of the head of the zenin clan, flirts with my generals and soldiers?!”

“i didn’t do anything, promise! i was just worried that they needed some sort of entertainment, i know it’s dreadful to work as a soldier…promise, it’s an innocent mistake that i meant no harm,” you defended yourself, despite knowing it would never work on naoya.

a brilliant an interesting idea popped in your head. “naoya, my master...i’ll make it up to you. right now, even. j-just call in your sergeant. trust me dear,”

“if im not pleased by whatever you’re going to do, im sure you know what’s happening,” naoya snapped, glided the whip on your ass and pressed on his intercom, calling in said sergeant.

after a few seconds, heavy boots were walking in his office.

“good afternoon sir! how may i be of assistance for you?” it was sergeant fushiguro. the sergeant fushigruo.

your heart skipped a beat when you eyed him.

handsome, muscular, broad shoulders, chiseled jaw, muscles ripping through his army top. a scar beside his lips which made you bite your lips thinking of all the dirty things you could do to him, or that he could do to you.

“trust me darling, i’ll make this worthwhile for you..” you said to naoya as you sashayed towards sergeant fushiguro.

raising an eyebrow, naoya clicked his tongue, already knowing what kind of performance you wanted to do. a teasing one, one that will make him jealous. on purpose? you’re not that gullible to make such a mistake.

“i know what you’re trying to do, peasant. you’ve been eying my sarge for quite some time. d’you think i won’t notice those quick and naughty glances you give him?” naoya revealed to you.

“i’ll join in with the parade, im sure you can take two cocks at once am i right? such a good slut for me, aren’t ya slut?” naoya walks towards the both of you and grabs your hair tightly, causing you to moan.

“you’re lucky i like sergeant fushiguro here, or else i would’ve have both your heads tomorrow,” he continues proceeding to sit comfortably on a chair, prepared for whatever performance you were going to give.

horny as hell, you nodded your head.

“let’s just ease mr. toji here into it, okay daddy?” you said while tugging on the sergeants belt, removing it swiftly with your hands.

“w-what’s going on?” toji was alarmed at your pair of hands reaching for his army pants. you gave him a sly wink, ensuring to him that everything was fine and that he will not be fired tomorrow.

“what can i say sarge? she’s a horny little minx,” naoya said as he takes you up and starts massaging your breasts through your shirt. you did not expect naoya to react this way, a way where it would make things easier for you.

playing with your nipples, he licked and suckled on your earlobe. “let’s see who you take in better, huh? me, leader of the zenin clan or toji, sergeant of my army,” he whispered into your ear.

naoya grips on your thighs tightly, spreading them wide open. your wet slick already drippin' down your legs. it was that easy to turn you on, especially with two guys ready to take you.

"d'you better behave, little slut," he slaps your already aching cunt, sending waves to your thighs. "there's someone new here, be on your very best okay? don't ruin daddy's reputation," he said with gritted teeth.

"sergeant toji..don't be shy. have a taste of her, she's not going to bite," he mischievously said. he allows toji's fingers to play with your nipples that have hardened. twisting, turning and lapping on them. you whimper as you give your body to be used, touched by two men.

naoya brings you closer to sarge's leaking cock while he finds his way to your plump breasts. "put on a good show for sarge here. if you please me well then i might let him fuck you," your husband reminded you.

he knows how much power he has over you and is clearly swimming and drowning himself in it. without a thought, your hands wrapped around his surprisingly thick and long cock.

naoya winched , not really understanding the feeling of seeing his wife holding on to another man's dick but he let that slide. as you started to take toji in, he grabbed the back of your hair pushing you deeper. naoya was impressed, impressed at how much more could take in with that small mouth of yours. what could you say? you were trained by the best (naoya).

you knew that you were blessed, having a husband that would definitely be able to hit the spot that made you see stars all the time.

toji was hesitant still, unsure of whether he would be punished if he were to continue to touch you. you notice how uncertain his shaky hands were. snickering, you wiped your mouth clean from your saliva. naoya noticed your actions.

taking a deep breath in, toji stepped closer to you, no longer worried about what his leader might say about him. daringly, he lifted you up by your thighs and placed you on a nearby table. without asking for permission, his dry lips were on your wet pussy, slurping. you were shocked by the sudden intrusion, reaching out to grab anything.

toji placed two of his thick index and middle finger inside your pussy. it was easy, since you were terribly wet. because of his finger's long length, he was able to reach into your g-spot immediately, making you see stars.

gripping onto his muscular shoulders, you couldn't help but to yelp and moan in pleasure, "ah f-fuck, t-toji....you're so fucking bi-". his ego was boosted and he was ramming into your tight pussy at an intense speed ; faster than naoya.

scoffing, the clan's leader didn't take this lightly. who does toji think he is? fucking his wife better than him?

he grabbed you by the arm, simultaneously removing toji's hard cock from you. you mewled due to the emptiness you felt.

"aren't you enjoying his cock? this better teach you who's in charge over here," naoya slammed himself into your abused hole.

tears came pouring down your face from the pain, it wasn't pleasurable anymore. did naoya care? no.

"my. fucking. hole."

toji noticed your discomfort and wanted to caress your limp hands and legs.

"s-sir, she's in pain...she's bleeding sir i think you should sto-" toji's pleas for naoya to stop was only greeted by a menacing glare.

"who's your leader here, general?" naoya cut him off, not liking how he wanted to come in between the sadistic pleasure he was getting while torturing you.

"y-you sir, i'm sorry.."

toji was asked to leave the room, with blue balls, and a worrisome thought about how you were doing.

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The requesters (you guys or your TWST! OCs) will be workers at Cafe Amor. Either by being baristas or behind-the-scenes chefs. Your TWST! partner will be the customer and I'll write a small drabble of your and his interactions! All Twisted Wonderland characters will be allowed even Royal Sword Academy. Noble Bell College will not be included because as a TWST ENG player, a Glorious Masquerade hasn't appeared yet.

You may send in more than one request, the more the merrier ♡! However, please include your/your oc's character's personality (linking their profile is also okay) so I can know how to canonly write for you.

If you want a specific interaction, go ahead and request!

This will last until September 15st!

I accept any Twisted Wonderland character (except Noble Bell College students and spoilers from Chapter 7 on TWST JPN), even the teachers as long as it is either platonic or your twisted wonderland OC is around the same age (no toxic age gaps allowed!)

If you're confused, here is a simple format!

Example: [insert yuusona/twst oc] and azul ashengrotto! what if my yuusona was serving azul coffee but it accidentally spilled on him?

Have fun, darlings! I can't wait to see what you have in store for me~ ♡♡

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"I'm glad we could come to an agreement, Headmaster," Siren gives Crowley a closed-eyed smile, folding her well-manicured hands in her lap. He sweats nervously, wiping away small beads of sweat that formed.

"Yes, yes," He sweatdropped. "Indeed, the negotiations are finally over! Am I not gracious for agreeing to your...demands."

Siren nodded, a pleasant smile plastered to her face. "Of course. Now, the down payment, as promised? 500 thousand madols, if you would."

The headmaster fake sobbed as he took out his black credit card and with shaking hands, passed it to a passive-looking Siren who took it from his grasp.

"Oh, woe is me!" He cried out. "Alas, as a kind and generous headmaster, I must honor my word!"

She nodded, standing up and patting her legs to rid of the dust.

"Don't worry, headmaster," Her sapphire eyes gleamed and for a few seconds, Crowley felt the same shiver go down his spine when he spoke to young Azul Ashengrotto but a year ago. "My cafe will be an astonishing success!"

The golden-masked headmaster nodded feverishly. "A-Ah and the 20% of the profit will be mine yes?"

Tapping the rolled-up contract in her hand, Siren gave him a frosty glare. Did he really think she would fall for it? "15%, Headmaster. Please do keep up."

He slouched and nodded, pretending as if he never spoke. "But of course! Apologies, my dear, it seems that my memory has become weaker and weaker!"

"Until next time, goodnight Headmaster," Siren gave him a quick bow before retreating. The moment the doors slammed closed behind her, Headmaster Crowley let out a giant sigh and leaned back in his chair. His sharp, golden talons tapped against the other copy of the agreement, and he hummed.

"Cafe Amor...I wonder what will happen?"

On the other side, Siren quickly made her way back to Ramshackle. Even the dark, dusty, grimy condition of the building couldn't sour her mood. She let a smirk crawl up her face.

"Cafe Amor, you will be my greatest success!"

#battle of the restaurants #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #leona kingscholar #jack howl #ruggie bucchi #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #jamil viper #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #silver #sebek zigvolt

[arsnof]

Robert Evans as the Riddler.

It is 2019 and riots are breaking out all over Gotham. What started as peaceful protests over police violence, accountability, and the death of Joe Chill quickly escalate when the GCPD GCPDed. People are angry that the police managed to solve the Wayne family murder in under a week while thousands of existing cases are ignored.

Moreover, just as quick as elderly black man Joe Chill was implicated in the murder, he was also shot dead by police. The cops said they exchanged gunfire with Chill and he was struck while running away. The autopsy showed that he was beaten before being shot point blank in the back of the head. The cops were never even put on leave. Gotham exploded.

Enter journalist Ed Nigma. Nigma, a brash, 30 something thinkpiece writer has covered conflicts across the globe and even he has never seen violence on this level. He jumps into the streets, covering the inner-city war zone.

Police tanks parade down the street. Rows of armored police shoot tear gas and beanbags into teenagers with gas masks and cardboard signs.

Ed is interviewing first aid teams carrying milk jugs when he is caught in a kettle. Despite wearing a vest and helmet loudly declaring him as PRESS, he is beaten into a coma.

Six months later, the riots have been suppressed. A handful of cops have been suspended as a concession to the people. Tanks still roll in the streets. Ed disappears from his hospital bed.

Another year and the security theater has only grown. The police coffers swell and they are spending as quick as they receive. New transfer Jim Gordon doesn't get it. Drones and acoustic deterrents and crowd suppressants andAI facial recognition.. Jim's too old for that.

A beat cop from Chicago, Gordon keeps it clean. Descendant of militant abolitionists, Jim will do what's right, no matter the cost. His sense of justice led him to police work. His sense of morals led him into the path of his superiors, who punished him by sending him to the dirtiest precinct in the country.

His first assignment is reports of a strange podcast (what is that even? You have to what? What's an app?) that seems to be threatening local industrialist Derek Powers. Jim listens through the three available episodes. They cover Powers; his early life in South Africa and Venezuela. Inheriting his fortune. Claims of slavery and rape and murder. Each episode ends with a promise to kill Derek.

The episodes are listed as a four parter, with the last one streaming tonight. Jim tunes in with the help of his daughter, Barbara (that girl is smart!). Jim makes her leave as the host has a rather filthy mouth and is quite raunchy.

It starts normally enough. A list of social connections that reads like a terrorist watch list. Flights to isolated islands. Associations with the police. This last part catches Jim off guard, as it details Powers' involvement in the Joe Chill protests. The host alleges that Powers paid off commissioner Loeb to get extra protection around his building and giving them permission to get extra hands on if necessary.

"And that's it for ol' international pervert and expert trout seducer Derek Powers. Hey, Sophie, you know what- what really.. really.. uh, explodes? My office building? Aw, fuck, I fucked up that transition. Anywho, join us next week on the podcast whose name is literally just a question mark when we start a three parter on Ace Chemicals and the incredible world of crowd control!"

Gordon sits in silence for a minute. If what this.. 'Riddler' says is true.. Powers is a monster. A sick Bastard. A.. a.. His phone rings. It's Bullock. Jim thinks Harvey Bullock is only putting on the airs of a dirty cop. Somewhere under that trench coat and cigar is a decent guy trying to do good in a place that actively tries to beat you down. Bullock says to turn on the news. Powers Plaza has been bombed. Derek and six shareholders are dead.

His eyes move from the burning tower on the TV to the podcast app on his computer. The question mark logo purple on green. What the hell is going on in Gotham City?

#the riddler #robert evans #behind the bastards #ed nygma #jim gordon #batman

[e-wills-afterhours]

Pretentious Coffee, Chapter 6

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Hiccstrid

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The first thing Astrid noticed was how clean and organized Hiccup’s bedroom was compared to the rest of the house. His carpet was spotless, unlike the living room and hallway floors sporting questionable stains. The second thing she noticed was Hiccup shutting the door behind him, muffling the party until the blood pounding in Astrid’s ears easily drowned out the rhythmic bass beats.

She was anxious, but she wanted it—to be alone in that room with a guy she hardly knew, open to just about anything that transpired between them. One bottle of beer was not enough to obscure her judgment and completely level her inhibitions. It was her decision alone to take the risk, not the alcohol.

She was not acting like her usual self, but her usual self had not done her too many favors. Life as expected had left her bored, miserable, and stewing over years wasted.

Wasted on what?

She had been certain once, but she didn’t know anymore.

The only clear thing was Hiccup, crossing the room in those sweatpants, like he paraded around that way in front of strange girls on the regular.

He pulled out his desk chair. “I hope you like dogs,” he stated in a manner that more implied she had better like dogs.

Astrid furrowed her brow, confused. “I—yeah. I mean, sure. I like them. Why?”

No sooner had the question fallen from her lips when something stirred on the bed, and she nearly yelped, taking a step back. Her nerves had made her initially blind to the large, black German shepherd curled up on the dark comforter.

The dog raised his head, seeming to eye her with equal wariness. In his stare was something wild and intelligent, reminiscent of his untamed ancestors.

“Allow me to introduce you to Toothless,” Hiccup said, his voice saturated with fondness. “It’s usually just him and me around here. Tuffnut’s often sequestered in his room, doing God knows what, and Snotlout is hardly ever home unless there’s a party. I would guess he was studying on campus if I didn’t already know he hasn’t got two brain cells to rub together.”

Astrid nodded distractedly, eyes locked on Toothless and the way he sniffed at the air, like he could smell her trepidation.

“It’s okay. He won’t bite you,” Hiccup said, joining his dog on the bed. He scratched Toothless behind the ear and added, “Unless you give him a reason.”

“I can’t imagine I would,” she replied.

“He, uh, well…he never liked Heather much.”

Astrid grinned. “Smart boy.”

Hiccup chuckled and gazed up at her expectantly, making her bristle.

Was it some kind of test? A screening process, perhaps? Did she really have to appease his dog before he would get any closer to her?

She stared down at the inquisitive animal, hoping that Hiccup was not the kind of owner who was in denial of his own pet’s temperament. Too many people got injured that way.

Toothless’s ears were perked up, and his muzzle was smooth and relaxed, not wrinkled back to bare what was surely an impressive set of fangs. Knowing the tiny bit about Hiccup that she did, the name “Toothless” was likely in jest.

It was very fitting.

Astrid took a deep, inaudible breath and held out her hand, praying that if the dog took a snap at her, he’d at least leave her with a few fingers intact. Thankfully, she did not tremble, betraying her fear. It would have been a blow to her dignity—a side of her she was not ready for Hiccup to see.

She needed to come across as confident and collected, to project a “don’t screw with me attitude” that would ensure Hiccup didn’t knowingly, or unknowingly, take advantage of her recent vulnerabilities. She was treading in new waters, far out of her comfort zone. It was exhilarating, but she didn’t want to get swept away in the undertow—that  heady rush of the new and drastically different. She was still Astrid Hofferson, and her knees buckled for no one. She swooned for no one. She was not the type to be seduced, and in all honesty, there was nothing about Hiccup that could be described as particularly sexual.

The way he carried himself was less flirtatious womanizer and more unassuming, highly intellectual introvert. His physique didn’t turn heads. That voice wouldn’t make girls shudder with desire. In all likelihood, his demeanor would sooner earn him a slap in the face than a phone number.

And yet, after being stuck in dead end relationship with the kind of jock every girl seemed to chase, Astrid wanted Hiccup’s unique appeal for reasons that didn’t entirely make sense, beyond the fact he seemed to fit perfectly into a void that needed filling. It didn’t matter, though. She had thought too hard about relationships for too long, and she was prepared to fall into his gravity.

Consequences could be dealt with later.

Astrid pursed her lips, feeling awkward with her hand outstretched for a non-compliant dog. “Is he just going to stare at me, or…?”

Toothless was undoubtedly powerful, with substantial bulk beneath his glossy coat, and he seemed happy to make her squirm, taking a brief eternity to consider her.

Finally, a large, wet tongue graced her hand from palm to fingertip. Both she and Hiccup smiled when the Toothless nudged her. Whatever reservations she had toward the dog melted.

“Oh, Toothless, you’re not so bad, huh?” She sat on the other side of him, scratching at his thick neck with both hands. “You’re not so bad!”

It registered with a sudden jolt to the gut that she was on Hiccup’s bed. There was an inherent suggestiveness to it, regardless of what unfolded. Or didn’t.

Toothless rolled onto his side, shamelessly drawing up his leg to better expose his chest. His tail thumped against the bedding.

Hiccup seemed satisfied, even a little relieved. Astrid was optimistic she had just earned his favor. After all, Toothless had not been so welcoming to his owner’s previous girlfriend. She already had a leg up on Heather.

“Well, that settles it,” Hiccup said, leaning back on his hands. He glanced down at his dog and shook his head with pity.

“Settles what?” Astrid asked, humoring Toothless and rubbing his chest and belly.

“I don’t have to kick you out,” he teased.

Astrid snorted. “Good thing. Think of all the ex-hating gossip you’d miss out on.”

“Hm. So, this is all about badmouthing Eret and Heather in private, sharing secrets and giggling about all their intolerable quirks? Wonderful. I’ve always wondered what it was like to be a teenage girl,” he quipped.

Astrid shot him a sardonic stare and he laughed, lighting up the space around him again, like he had back in the kitchen.

She could get used to it—his unusual sense of humor, their playful exchanges, and the secondhand happiness she absorbed just by being near him. Once she got past the somewhat off-putting first impression, there was something about Hiccup that was infectious—unconventionally charismatic.

His smile faded, replaced with a compassionate furrow of his brow and an uninvited hand on her knee that woke every nerve in her lower half.

He said, “In all seriousness, I’m sorry for what Eret put you through—not that it’s really much consolation, one jilted lover to another.”

His voice was as soft as the contact, hovering just over the line of innocent and acceptable.

“It’s fine,’ Astrid replied, trying to make her brain focus more on the conversation than his touch, assaulting her senses despite its gentleness. “I—thank you, by the way—I figured you’re the only person I know who actually gets it.”

Hiccup nodded and Astrid once again appreciated the understanding, though the circumstances were not ideal. She didn’t have to explain herself or show more of her wounds than was absolutely necessary. Hiccup knew they were there, but he was not interested in making her show them off, to give words to the bitterness that they shared.

“If I had only known, I would’ve given you free coffee that day. I wouldn’t have given you a hard time,” he said.

It was as close to an apology she would likely ever get for his behavior in the shop, but Astrid found she didn’t need one.

“And here I was thinking you didn’t know how to do anything else,” she teased.

Hiccup’s eyebrow quirked up and Astrid decided it was endearing.

Everything, from his freckles to the gap in his teeth, to his inexplicably magnetic wiry frame, hit the right notes. Maybe it was because she was desperate and delusional, swayed by rebound goggles that made any man that wasn’t Eret potentially worth a lay?

But surely there was a wealth of options besides a sarcastic coffee barista, yet she had zeroed in on him.

“I’m full of surprises, I’ll have you know,” Hiccup retorted with a mock-scowl. He started counting off with his fingers. “I’m a pretty decent mechanic.”

“Ohh,” Astrid hummed with a playful shimmy of her shoulders. “How irresistible.”

Hiccup grinned and continued, “I can make my own pizza, I’ve seen every episode of Doctor Who…”

He rambled off a few more things, but Astrid wasn’t listening. She was watching his lips instead of hearing the words they spoke. She was mesmerized by the upturn of his lips and the exuberance in his voice. The way the brightness of his smile extended to his eyes made her own recently burdened heart feel lighter. She wanted to card through his hair—a rich auburn—that sat in a sort of organized mess atop his head, fanning out over his ears.

Her gaze continued to his jawline, sharp and defined, unlike Eret’s rather broad structure. He was sporting the beginnings of facial hair, likely the result of shutting himself away from Snotlout and Tuffnut for the weekend. It only complimented him, and Astrid wondered what it might feel like to graze along her cheek.

She suppressed a shudder. Never before had she thought so sensually about a man—not even when she had been so certain she loved Eret.

She didn’t have any serious feelings for Hiccup, of course. She hardly knew him, and that would’ve been ridiculous.

No.

It was an attraction in the rawest sense of the word. A need, not to feel whole or complete like a dime store romance novel might suggest, but to connect with someone; to get the most out of life.

If she didn’t make a move, the missed opportunity would be a nagging reminder in the back of her head. It was about peace of mind and taking the bull by the horns. She didn’t want to wonder about him; about them; about what they could be in the confines of those sparsely decorated four walls. She could be bold, for no other reason than to simply know and—after weeks of sulking—experience something positive.

She could kiss him.

“…I actually have a sketchbook,” Hiccup admitted. “I could show you if you’re into that sort of—“

And kiss him, she did.

His lips tightened beneath hers and his whole body stiffened, and a flash of panic crossed Astrid’s mind.

Maybe she had misread him? Maybe she had assumed too much?

She grasped at a suitable apology, anticipating Hiccup’s quick break away…

But he did not recoil. His mouth twitched against hers in bewilderment.

Astrid leaned in, hands folded in her lap, hoping to reassure him that it wasn’t some kind of mistake; that she didn’t accidentally fall on his lips. She was asking if it was alright. A little after the fact, but she would take it no further without reciprocation.

Hiccup got the message. When his wide eyes fluttered closed, there came the warmth and gentle pressure of him kissing back.

The weight in Astrid’s chest lifted. She couldn’t even remember the last time she and Eret had been affectionate. It felt like eons ago.

“I guess engineering sketches really do it for you, huh?” Hiccup chuckled against her lips.

“Shut up,” she retorted, snaking a hand up his long torso to tangle in his hair.

It was every bit as soft and pleasant to the touch as she hoped it would be.

“Okay,” he murmured. “Toothless, down.”

Astrid pulled back as the dog nearly sandwiched between them leapt down from the bed. He was rather indignant about it, flopping down on a deflated pillow with a dramatic groan. Hiccup rolled his eyes. Toothless stared back at him, and he scoffed; an entire nonverbal conversation playing out between them.

Yes, it was a very good thing Astrid liked dogs. Hiccup seemed particularly connected to his.

“Sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “He thinks he owns the place.”

“Spoiled, huh? Whose fault is that?” Astrid smirked.

“Ahaha, yeah…” Hiccup trailed off as she inched closer, her knee pressing against his thigh. They leaned forward simultaneously, the momentum between them was dizzying. “He really is a good…mmm.”

“Dog” was muffled, lost in the slow melding of their lips.

Astrid’s fingertips mapped his jaw, tickled by stubble on the return journey to his hair. She twisted russet strands idly as things escalated. Warm and tender kissing gave way to deeper, open-mouthed drinking of one another.

It was a little awkward, trying to learn new contours while avoiding the scrape of teeth. Hiccup tilted his head, and the new angle was better. Each hot, moist breath they shared stoked the fire growing in Astrid. It fueled a hunger she had never felt so earnestly. Even the simple, loose curl of his hands over her shoulders was scintillating.

He heightened her senses and re-calibrated her body to his touch.

She moved closer to him, capturing his top lip between her own. His grip tightened, sliding down her arms to settle at her waist. She felt the subtle twitch of his hands, wanting her closer without demanding it of her—also a departure from the rougher, grabbier sex she was used to. There was something to be said for the slow burn and exploration, enjoying the journey as much as the destination.

She had not been aware sex was compatible with manners, never giving it much thought. But, she was glad it was.

A simple brush of tongues made her feel like her heart would explode. It was already racing beneath her ribs, fit to burst like contents under pressure. The bolder she became, the more Hiccup responded in kind. The occasional breath was all that could part them before their mouths crashed together again. Both of them were looking for release—a satisfaction that had been denied for long enough.

They needed something more than what they had known.

Astrid grasped at Hiccup’s shirt, falling back against his bed and taking him with her. He landed on his hands, propping himself up, though their lower halves were pressed together. Whoops.

She could feel the beginning of his arousal against her thigh, through his pants. Her own desire spiked wildly and her patience waned. She bit her lip, gazing up at Hiccup with as pointed a stare as she could manage.

In spite of everything—their good rapport and trajectory of lust—he seemed taken aback by her obvious interest.

“Y-yeah?” he asked, a faltering smile conveyed his giddy disbelief. “Really? Are you sure? I-I mean, I’m flattered, but if this is just because—“

“Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?” Astrid sighed, grasping the hem of her sweater.

“Yes, on multiple occasions. Nervous habit.”

She paused, cocking her head. “I’m making you nervous?” she replied.

With a wiggle of her eyebrows, she exposed the tiniest bit of skin of her abdomen to titillate him.

“This whole situation has caught me a little off-guard,” Hiccup confessed. “I mean…I don’t even know your name.”

Astrid felt like she had been walloped by a ton of bricks. She quickly scanned her memory and, indeed, she had never bothered to divulge that information.

How cliché of a college party hookup—and they were not even intoxicated.

Her hands shot to her mouth. “Oh my God! You’re right! It didn’t even cross my mind! I just assumed I had told you at some point.”

“You see, only one of us ever had the name badge,” Hiccup said. “It’s an honest mistake.” Astrid laughed and his soft chuckle mingled with it. He shook his head. “I’m all for unorthodoxy, but…”

“Astrid,” she replied, hands falling against the bed,exasperated with herself. “My name’s Astrid Hofferson.”

And she felt like the world’s biggest dunce. He smiled.

“Astrid,” he repeated, testing the way it rolled off his tongue. “I’m Hiccup Haddock. Pleased to meet you.”

“Properly,” she added.

“Right, and now that we got that out of the way…”

Astrid rolled her eyes and grabbed the hem of her sweater again. She pulled it off and threw it on the floor, cursing herself for not picking more exciting underwear—the pair with the polkadots and lace. Things were not unfolding in the way she had predicted when she had left her dorm earlier in the evening. She did not think, for even a moment, she would be lying beneath Hiccup, hot and bothered, and ready to part with some of her long-held moral scruples.

But there she was—and there he was, admiring her shirtless form. He was not the least bit phased by her old, rather dull bra.

He touched her with a warm, gentle hand on the curve of her bare waist. It was a shock to her system, unfurling an almost agonizing heat beneath her skin. His thumb stroked idly just beneath her ribs. It was intimate, but restrained. Every step forward was reintroducing her body to sensations that she had been missing deep beneath the surface layers of anger and wounded pride.

“You know, Eret’s an idiot,” Hiccup commented, running his hand over her tense abdomen.

She relaxed instantly at his tenderness.

“I keep hoping he’ll have an epiphany and realize that,” Astrid huffed.

“Would you take him back if he did?”

It was a loaded question. She could tell by the earnestness in eyes, and suddenly, things were more than casual “getting over it” sex. That night, in that bed, with that particular lanky coffee barista, things were pivotal. Greater forces were at work besides the carnal urges of young adults. She couldn’t give it a name yet, but she felt some kind of cosmic realignment hinging upon her answer.

“No,” she said, brief but resolute.

Eret was a chapter in her life with a definite end, and she was finally voicing it aloud. There would be no revisiting it; she wasn’t just using Hiccup in the interim.

“Good.”

He kissed her again with the same passion, undeterred by the interlude.

Astrid pulled at his shirt and it came off in an instant. They were a tangle of limbs, bare skin, and busy mouths.

Hiccup was much thinner that Eret, but with definition that was uniquely his own. There was an understated power to his back and shoulders that Astrid could appreciate.

She arched up, deftly unhooking her bra with one hand. Keeping the blush from her pale cheeks, she tossed it to the floor to join the pile of unwanted clothing.

Hiccup was accomplishedly ambidextrous, cradling the base of her head in one hand, weaving his fingers in her hair. His other hand fondled her breast, inherently knowing how she like to be touched…

Probably because that’s how Heather liked to be touched, and how Eret was caressing her at night—but Astrid smothered the thought.

Her brain was divided. There were too many pleasurable sensations all at once. Hiccup’s lips ghosting over her neck gave her goosebumps. Every breath they drew pressed their chests together, all the while skilled fingers toyed with a nipple like it was second nature. Their hearts were mirror images, beating in tandem, and the final shred of her awareness was dedicated to the obvious need in Hiccup’s pants.

His mouth latched on her neck, alternating between sucking and a graze of teeth. He was in no hurry; deliberate in effort but languid in pace. He caressed the other breast, and she filled up his palm like they were lock and key.

Everywhere their bodies met was seamless, like some grand hint that they were meant to be entwined. It was an absurd notion, but Astrid still moaned softly at sweep of a tongue along the line of her neck.

Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, and she whispered a tremulous apology. Hiccup breathed reassurances against her skin. His lips fluttered along her pulse—that was the kind of warmth that lingered, leaving her nerves charged and thrumming down to the very epicenter of desire.

“Please,” she murmured; it was a simple and quiet request.

She wouldn’t beg him and she knew he wouldn’t ask her to.

His kisses continued to her collarbone before hesitating the on swell of her breast. Green eyes flickered up to meet hers, and her skin protested when he withdrew his lips.

“I will do whatever you want,” he told her. “I can be pretty agreeable at times.”

Heat pooled between her legs as she imagined quite a few things—mainly, other places he could put his mouth—but their encounter was not the adventurousness of established lovers. What she needed from him, in that moment, was to satisfy a persistent itch.

“Still working hard for that tip, I see,” she teased.

He laughed. “Always.”

“I’m not looking for anything extraordinary, Hiccup.”

Not that she wasn’t already filing away excuses to see him again…

She hadn’t been physical with anyone since days before things had ended rather abruptly with Eret. Sex with Hiccup could be a drawn out experience later. At that moment, it was an obstacle to overcome, to prove to herself there was more that life had to offer—more that she was worthy of.

“What’s wrong with extraordinary?” Hiccup replied, quirking an eyebrow. “It’s kind of what I do.”

“Ha,” Astrid retorted dryly. “Just…tonight’s not the night for it, I think.”

She could almost see the cogs turning in his head, figuring her out. He wasn’t upset or annoyed that she wanted to keep things brief. His face was full of that same curiosity he often wore around her, like she was a puzzle he longed solve.

“Not tonight? As in, there could be more nights to come?” he asked, trying to keep his face placid, though he was less successful at suppressing the hope in his voice.

“Isn’t that the point of good service? You garner repeat customers,” she answered.

He chuckled and conceded, “Okay. You win. Just a second…”

He rolled off of her and stood up, rummaging around in the nightstand. Astrid took the opportunity to shed her boots and socks, scrambling up the bed as he turned back around. There was a small, foil packet in his hand and she could’ve smacked herself for the lack of forethought.

At least Hiccup considered those kinds of things.

She didn’t know where her mind was, but it was nowhere in the realm of common sense.

Hiccup gave her an almost bashful sort of grin, like amorous kissing and groping was nothing worth batting an eye over, but contraception was suddenly too risque.

Astrid, however, was more preoccupied with the fact the condom had most likely been intended for Heather.

Once.

She wiggled out of her jeans as his sweatpants hit the floor. He, apparently, didn’t wear anything beneath his lounge clothes—a detail worth remembering.

Her eyes did a quick dart to his naked body and back, trying not to stare. She was so used to Eret that she had taken the male form for granted, but Hiccup made her want to ogle and admire like it was the first time. She wondered if there was any real etiquette about that sort of thing. It had been so long since sex had felt new.

Her eyes settled on the ceiling as Hiccup crawled back into bed. She hooked her thumbs in her underwear, pulling it down while keep her thighs as close together as possible—not that modesty would count for much in a minute.

“Are you alright?” Hiccup asked. “We don’t have to do this.”

The fact that he had no expectations, even though they were both naked and poised, made her more certain that yes, she really did have to do this—because the timing was right, and he was right, and how ungrateful would she be to pass up what the Universe had so carefully arranged?

It was more than coincidence she had agreed to accompany Ruffnut to the party, and that Hiccup lived in the very same house. What were the odds he would have come out of his room the same time Astrid had retreated indoors? Eret and Heather’s arrival has actually been quite fortuitous—the final push Hiccup and Astrid needed to connect on a deeper level than playful banter alone.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, flashing him a confident smile. It was fine, because she was neither nervous nor vulnerable to any degree Hiccup needed to know.

“Are you stalling?” she replied.

His face fell flat. “Yes,” he answered sarcastically, “because I love long chats right before I get down to business. Really builds up the anticipation. It’s not like I’m urgently hard or anything.”

Astrid laughed and buried a hand in his hair, guiding their mouths together again. The kiss was sweet and comforting, their lips brushing and holding, as a shared breath lingered thickly between them. Astrid could taste him in the air with a hint of herself in the relish she left behind.

Somewhere, a foil packet was torn, but she barely registered it over the sensual movement of thin lips over her own.

But no kiss could distract from the hand roaming over the curve of her thigh.

She crashed back to reality, granting him permission with a nod and anxious twist of her stomach—the kind of virginal jitters she never thought she’d feel again.

She anticipated a quick contact, but Hiccup only settled between her legs with measured patience. His arms came around her as their kiss deepened, and she grew accustomed to the weight of him.

She could feel everything—the ardent pulse of her need echoed by the throbbing of rigid flesh in the crease of her groin. She drew her legs up in a sort of intimate embrace, her thighs resting against his hips.

Hiccup pulled back enough to hold her gaze in tender manner that brought the color to her cheeks, more so than his deliberate rubbing against shamelessly wet folds. She imagined he might’ve told her he loved her then, had they been anywhere close to such feelings. Heather had seen that same look and heard those three meaningful words, and yet she discarded all of it without a shred of decency.

Their exes were idiots and they deserved each other.

Astrid curled up, burying her face in Hiccup’s shoulder as he sank into her. It was a few seconds that teetered on the edge of an eternity.

It was different—new friction in new places—as every inch was an unexpected sensation, an unfamiliar length with an unfamiliar thickness. Her body was both delighted and confused, satisfied and alarmed, as years of the same old routine was replaced by a new and unpredictable pleasure.

It was amazing. It was bliss. A tiny voice in the back of her mind dared to whisper it was better.

Hiccup agreed, if his moan was any indication. Astrid could get used to that sound—primal and gratified. it was good and it was right.

Her breath hitched when his hips surged forward with purposeful rhythm. She wrapped herself around him fully, using her crossed ankles to encourage deeper thrusts by pushing down against his ass. She couldn’t get enough of him, and he complied by increasing his pace and vigor.

Astrid’s head fell back against the pillow with euphoria. It felt like they had done it all before. After some initial correction, they moved together effortlessly, rocking to meet each other with mutual pleasure. They sighed together, like a sensual harmony.

She grasped at his hair—the easiest thing to hold onto—and his hand found their way between them. She arched up at the first skilled pulse of his fingers against her clit.

Everything was searing heat and perfect friction, burning away any remaining doubt that she had made a good decision. Hiccup’s skin felt as feverish as her own, gliding over her abdomen and encircling her as they clung together with more desperation.

Minutes flitted by without notice, and Astrid couldn’t care less if they carried on until daybreak. She wanted release, but she never wanted it to stop. It was sex as it was meant to be: more than just the empty mechanics of it. She had always enjoyed the act itself, but Hiccup was taking her to ecstatic new heights.

She was arching into him, and he was driving her down against the sheets; over and over, harder and deeper, while they clung to each other like vices. The room was full of rapturous moans and soft gasps.

Astrid squeezed him as his talented fingers struck up sparks to ignite already slick heat. The tension coiling below her navel finally snapped, throwing her into a blank state of wonderful, where every nerve tingled, and every hair stood on end. She was no more responsible for what spilled from her lips than she was for the automatic grinding of her hips against Hiccup’s unrelenting hardness.

Maybe she said his name, and if she did, she hoped Eret had overheard. Then again, he was quickly dissolving into a vague shadow of a person, and she couldn’t recall why she even cared what he thought.

Hiccup was the only man who mattered. Her toes were curling, and he was the reason. She was enveloped by his scent and his warmth, melting beneath him as he drove through her orgasm with every thrust.

How long had it been since she had a really good climax?

Hiccup wasn’t far behind her, grasping her hips as came. It was the first possessive gesture he had displayed all night, only when overcome by a carnality he couldn’t restrain. He moaned into the bend of her neck, seeming to climb her body with each wave of release, rubbing against her overstimulated sex, drawing unabashed whimpers from her throat as delightful aftershocks coursed through her.

Hot. Damn.

The world was still spinning, but there were no fireworks, and no triumphant horn blaring out their victory. There was only the two of them, naked and panting. Residual tingles and sweat were all they had to show for their efforts, but they shared exhausted, identical smiles. A few soft kisses punctuated everything, and their fingers entwined as Hiccup collapsed beside her.

Still nowhere close to love, they could at least exchange a meaningful gaze. They were, if nothing else, very sated.  It certainly wasn’t a fanfare, but Astrid would take it—a better afterglow than she had ever known.

The mood was only slightly dampened by the unceremonious disposal of the condom. Then, Astrid was curled up against Hiccup, absently connecting the freckles on his chest in invisible shapes with her fingers. He rubbed the small of her back, and maybe they were being too affectionate for a rebound tryst, but Astrid would worry about that in the morning.

“You know,” she murmured, shockingly loud in the wake of such comfortable silence, “I’m glad I took a chance on some pretentious coffee.”

Hiccup laughed and replied, “I’m glad that your not-hangover didn’t deter you from going out again.”

“So, what happens now?” she asked, propping herself up on an elbow.

She wasn’t expecting anything, but she at least needed to know where they stood. Would they share phone numbers? Would they settle for casual, intermittent hookups? Would they simply use a good experience as a springboard into the next relationship?

Hiccup took a long breath, blinking up at the ceiling. His lips pursed as he considered the options.

“Well, I know you don’t care much for coffee, but there’s a diner near here open twenty-four hours. They make good milkshakes, if you care to give it a shot.”

Astrid’s eyebrow shot up. “Are you…asking me on a date?”

He shrugged. “I know we’re doing things a bit backwards, but I did say I’m no stranger to unorthodoxy.”

“Milkshakes, though? In the winter?”

“I, uh…I mean, it was just an idea,” he backpedaled. “I’m not assuming that you—“

She smirked and bent over, interrupting him with a kiss and stifling that nervous habit.

“I’ll take milkshakes over terrible coffee any day.”

And so their first date was set.

#hiccstrid #hiccstrid fic #hiccstrid modern au #pretentious coffee au

[yeastinfectionvale]

https://www.tumblr.com/shooters4logan/747998909178200064/you-know-who-i-blame-for-me-enjoying-rpf-fucking?source=share

When I was

A young girl

My father

Took me into the circuit

To see some bikes go fast

He said girl when you grow up would you post

Your most delulu visions

Portray them all as gay

He said will you defeat them

The normies

And all the non-believers

Who hate on rpf

Because one day I'll leave you my tumblr

To lead you in the fandom

To join the nerd parade

real rpf this, real rpf that, but what if i told you that you’re seeing Dani as a wildcard in Jerez. Everyone is having a great time. The VR46 team seem a little excited. “We have a surprise for you guys.” Uccio says. All of a sudden Diggia come out and start singing “this is gospel.” When Diggia gets to the chorus, someone else starts singing… “When I was a young boy my father took me into the city to see a marching band.” Lights flash everywhere, and you see Pecco singing “this is gospel” along with Diggia, while Bez is singing “Black parade”. Everyone in the crowd is going wild and crying. Then if things couldn’t get any better, Vale and Marc walk onto stage and kiss, holding the gay flag.

#asks??? in this economy??? #yamahussy!!! #sorry i had to use this copypasta

[nyaskitten]

Lloyd.

(original post)

Favorite thing about him: He's just so silly I love him and his silly silliness so much...

Least favorite thing about him: I don't like how Crystalized decided he should generalize every single Oni ever as evil and cruel when Mystake was literally one of the Oni Warlords, who went to find the FSM, and she turned on everyone and joined the FSM instead, proving Oni to be capable of change.

Favorite line: "I cannot fight you, but I can resist you!"

brOTP and OTP: I don't ship him with anyone! Aroace hc as well

nOTP: Ll*rumi

Random hc: I like to think Lloyd does gardening in his free time because it's very calming. Maybe he observes the ways different plants grow?

Unpopular opinion: I'm not rlly mad that the posterboy main character of Ninjago gets to be the main character... OBVIOUSLY I'd love some focus for other characters but, like, wow I still remember how big of a deal some of u guys made when it turned out Crystalized would be a Lloyd season.

Song I associate him with: The Tornado by Owl City, Welcome to the Black Parade by MCR, and Monster and The Resistance by Skillet!

Favorite picture: just LOOK at him...

#ninjago #lloyd ninjago #ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon #anon asks #raine's rambles

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

The 90s song ever - ROUND 2!

Guess who's back?

SIDE A1

When You Sleep vs Barbie Girl Firestarter vs Born Slippy Sabotage vs I Want It That Way Losing My Religion vs Stratford-On-Guy Freak On A Leash vs Doll Parts Bulls On Parade vs All Star The Distance vs I Could Fall In Love Bitch vs End Of The Road Sour Times vs 1979 Sunburn vs Wakko's America Around The World vs Nothing Compares 2 U Pepper vs Law & Order Theme Black Hole Sun vs Unfinished Sympathy No Rain vs Free Your Mind The X-Files Theme vs Fear Of The Dark Deceptacon vs The Tourist

SIDE A2

Beetlebum vs River Of Deceit Hunger Strike vs Bills, Bills, Bills Doo Wop (That Thing) vs Tearin' Up My Heart Everybody (Backstreet's Back) vs Boombastic Yakko's World vs Amish Paradise Basket Case vs Dagger Rebel Girl vs Hallelujah Only Happy When It Rains vs U Can't Touch This Cornflake Girl vs Don't Walk Away The Boy Is Mine vs Juicy Buddy Holly vs Pony All I Wanna Do vs Santeria Birdhouse In Your Soul vs Brain Stew/Jaded Kiss Me vs Black Bullet With Butterfly Wings vs Tank! (Everything I Do) I Do It For You vs Friday I'm In Love

SIDE B1

Everlong vs California Love Glory Box vs Livin' la Vida Loca What's Up vs Personal Jesus Glycerine vs Semi-Charmed Life Amor Prohibido vs Rhythm Of The Night Heart Shaped Box vs Insane In The Brain Tornado Of Souls vs My Own Summer Californication vs No Scrubs Bitter Sweet Symohony vs Waterfalls Army Of Me vs Self Esteem Under The Bridge vs No More Tears Pure Morning vs Lump Girls and Boys vs Waking Up You Oughta Know vs Your Woman Cannonball vs Even Flow Tubthumping vs I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That)

SIDE B2

Closer vs Loser

Wannabe vs Kiss From A Rose

Killing In The Name vs Ordinary World

Estoy Aquí vs I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone

Criminal vs Enjoy The Silence

This Is Halloween vs I Will Always Love You

Istanbul (Not Constantinople) vs Virtual Insanity

No Diggity vs Common People

Gangsta's Paradise vs What Is Love

Linger vs Venus As A Boy

Macarena vs Violet

...Baby One More Time vs Creep

The Kids Aren't Alright vs Bruise Violet

Killing Me Softly With His Song vs Jump Around

Don't Speak vs Dreams

Smells Like Teen Spirit vs Poison

Round 1 results // playlist with all the songs // join ColosseumCord

Past tournaments: #most attractive 90s musician // #90s album battle royale

Other music poll blogs: @the-80s-music-colosseum @the-70s-music-colosseum @60s-musician-tournament @80s-music-tourney @siblings-in-music-bracket @opera-music-tourney @70s-music-tourney @bestalbumsincethe80stournament @best-of-basslines @bestalbumcovertournament @80salttournament

Admin's main where I regularly lose my mind over bands, cars, and sci-fi - @goodmotorfinger

#the 90s song ever #masterpost #tournament poll #tumblr tournament #90s music #music tournament

[madam-o]

Buggy's Early Childhood Trauma Revealed (headcanon notes)

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- When Buggy was very small he was sold/given to a circus. Being there is the first part of his life that he recalls, and he thinks of it as his tragic origin story.

- Because of his nose, he was a natural shoo-in for the clown act where, at ages 4-6, he would be pushed around in a baby carriage by a male clown in drag. As "Baby Buggy", he hit other clowns with an oversized mallet when they peeked into the carriage to coochie-coo him. The name Buggy stuck.

- As he got a bit older, he was redubbed "Bratty Buggy" and put in an adorable little clown suit and hat covered in multi-colored satin ruffles. He would parade around the ring while the other clowns performed stunt gags, but he was the crowd's favorite. He would suddenly appear from under a box prop, sneak around, and smash the other clowns on the head, feet, and butt with his mallet. At the end of his bit he did pinwheels and somersaults for the crowd and then bent over, stuck out his tongue, and farted. He had them rolling in the aisles.

- He remembers being ganged up on and tortured by the older kids and some of the younger roustabouts who worked at the circus. They would hold him down or sit on him while they all took turns honking his nose and laughing. They called him Big Nose, Clown Boy, Buggy the Bitch, etc.

- While this was objectively cruel and terrible bullying, Buggy forgets his own behavior at the time. Being who he was, he naturally drew attention. People always expected him to do something funny or at least make them smile. But Bratty Buggy lived up to his name. He had an imperious attitude and a bad temper, and often yelled, "I'M THE STAR! I'M THE STAR! YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE DOING TRICKS FOR ME!" Even though he was small and irresistibly cute and pinchable, he acted like he was a 6 ft tough guy always ready for a fight (I picture him as being a lot like Muffin from Bluey). This only made him even more of a target.

- His former bullies remember him fondly as being entertaining and hilarious, while Buggy only remembers putting each of their names on his Black List. He was around eight when he told his clowning mentor that he wanted to learn how to throw knives. This request was denied as not being appropriate for his age or his act.

- When Buggy was 9, some of Gold Roger's crew came to the circus, mostly for Shanks' benefit. Roger, Rayleigh, and Shanks caught the show under the big top, including the clowns, and then went to check out the midway. Shanks went exploring on his own while his dads played the games. He heard fighting behind one of the tents and found Buggy looking battered but still threatening a group of much larger opponents with his fists. Shanks tried to help Buggy out by joining his side, but Buggy assumed he was just being made fun of again and told Shanks to go get lost, which he absolutely refused to do.

- This resulted in Buggy eventually starting a fight with Shanks himself as the others cheered them on. Roger and Rayleigh heard the boys shouting and came to break up the fight. They had to tear Buggy and Shanks apart. Not knowing who he was talking to, Buggy proceeded to insult the older pirates and challenge them to fight as well. Roger laughed and praised Buggy for being such a fearless and tough little fellow, which immediately won Buggy's heart. It would take him a bit longer to warm up to Shanks, though.

- Once Buggy learned that piracy included training in knife throwing plus treasure and adventure, he ran away from the circus to join Roger's crew and never looked back, vowing never to clown again. That last part didn't stick.

#buggy the clown #buggy #buggy headcanons #one piece #shanks #buggy one piece #opla #my personal take on Buggy's origins #or part of them anyway #buggy is always painfully boopable but prickly as a cactus

[galacticspaceguy]

Earthspark x Reader Request: platonic human reader teaching Hashtag & Nightshade about pride flags (since we know Nightshade is NB and Hashtag likes femmes.)

You swiped threw your phone, searching the internet for a quality flag. June was approaching. This would be your first pride month in Witwicky.

You’ve seen videos of the town's pride parades, and how the town boomed with activities.

You had your own pride pins, but this year, you really wanted your own flag. But, the internet is an untrustworthy place, and it’s hard to find a good quality pride flag.

You let out a sigh, crossing your legs as you sat in the Maltoes grassy fields.

You’ve been friends with the Maltoes for some time, being one of the only humans to know about the Terrans.

You found a nice looking flag, clicking the screen and zooming in on it.

“What are you doing?” A voice from behind you asked.

Nightshade took a spot on the grass next to you, head resting on their two hands. You wonder why Nightshade was so much bigger than Twitch and Thrash.

“Oh, Nightshade! I’m trying to find a pride flag.” You glanced back at your phone.

They looked at you confused. “What’s a pride flag?”

Were you surprised? A little. But then again, Nightshade is a new cybertronian, they aren’t used to Human concepts yet.

“It’s a flag that shows off your sexuality, showing people you’re proud of who you are, and your identity.”

“What is a sexuality?” Nightshade asked, leaning closer towards your phone.

You moved in closer, making sure your phone was in view for the both of you. “Ok, so sexuality is like, who you like! Some girls like girls, some guys like guys! Some people like to know one at all, some people like all people.”

Nightshade’s eyes sparked in amazement at all the colorful flags you were showing him.

“This pink one is for girls who like girl, Lesbian. The blue one is for boys who like boys, Gay. The blue, purple, and pink on are for people who like both girls and guys. These two, the green and purple on is Aromantic, and Asexual!”

“What is that one?” They pointed their large fingers at a blue, pink, and white flag.

“That’s transgender! It’s for people who were born in the wrong body, so they switch genders. Like a guy is born into a female body, so he changes himself to show who he is on the inside, or a girl who is born into a male body, so she changes herself.”

Nightshade was silent for a moment. “What about…” They paused. “The people who don’t fit into either..?” They tapped their digit on their chest.

You typed into your phone, a yellow, white, purple, and black flag loading up.

“Non-binary, for people who don’t fit into any category.” You lifted the screen closer to their face.

Many images showed humans waving around the flag, smiling. Nightshadd had a name for what they felt, not just a simple feeling too hard to explain. They were non-binary.

“What are you guys doing?” Hashtag knelt down next to you.

“Looking at pride flags, wanna join?”

You patted the grass next to you. Hashtag moved in closer.

“Ooo, what’s that?”

“Let me show you.” You lean the phone in her direction, going over the same things you told Nightshade.

“Hey, that’s like me!” Hashtag gasped after you explained the Lesbian flag. She (sorta) gently shook you around, with one hand. “I like pretty girls too! I mean, have you seen those seeker femmes!?”

You laugh. After Hashtag finishes her little rant, you scroll through your phone more.

“You good, Nightshade? You look like you’re on the verge of tears?” Hashtag asked. Nightshade looked up from the phone.

“I have never been happier, sister.” They sniffed, smiling.

You scrolled down more in the pride shop, still you found something. You gasped. “Oh my god, I got the best ideas!” You nearly screamed.

“What?” The two bots said, simultaneously.

“I’m gonna get you guys bumper stickers!” “You jumped up. “You can stick pride flags onto your alt mode! I’m ordering some right now! Nightshade, non-binary sticker, Hashtag, lesbian sticker. Oh, this is gonna be so good!”

(Might do a part 2)

#transformers #transformers earthspark #earthspark #tf earthspark #earthspark nightshade #i’m opening ao3 rn #fanfic #transformers oneshots

[heartshapedbubble]

Hello! if u can, can i request some hcs for William and Luchino (Surv) with a s/o that looks scary and intimidating but in reality they're a big softie? ty <3

ofc!! so happy that my first x reader post/req is with luchi and will, i love them both sm - here you go<3

william ellis and luchino diruse with a S/O that looks intimidating but they're actually a softie🏈🦎

william ellis🏈

tbh william was pretty intimidated by you when you first joined

yeah he might be buff and strong and all but he's still a bit of a scaredy cat, okay?

he'll try his best to not make you mad or annoyed - he'll just avoid getting in your way

it's kinda funny seeing him run directly into eldritch gods with no second thought but you being someone that he's too scared to even approach lmao

during matches he has this urge to show off more than usual so you could think he's worthy and not just a pest in your way

however, one time he gets appointed to decode the last cipher with you - he's kinda hesitant...

...but once he starts chatting you, it was like his worries vanished into thin air! he didn't expect that you're actually a softie at all

he's extremely honest so he immediately confesses to you about how he used to avoid you out of fear and it makes you laugh

now that he realized he has a fluffball beside him he can give you bear hugs and carry you around all he wants >:))))

if you guys have extra time during matches since someone else is decoding he'll carry you to the gate and parade around with you, he just LOOOVES pda okay

will constantly offer you to wear his clothes! he really wants you to wear his old black bunny onesie so you two can match

he's an avid user of puppy eyes™ when you're too busy to cuddle and honestly you really can't say no to him lol - nor can he when you do them!

will let you nap on him during games or in general if you're burned out. he makes for a great human pillow tbh,, and if you're still sleeping after the match ends he's going to carry you bridal style to your bed and tuck you in (and give you one of his plushies hehe)

if you're busy in your room he'll *slightly* open the door to give you snacks and a cute post-it note taped to the packaging

give him a little kiss while running after he does a good balloon rescue!! he's going to melt

overall you've found yourself the perfect partner<3

luchino diruse🦎

he immediately notices your resting bitchface (IMSORRYIHADTO) and your stance so he decides to stay out of your way

he is intimidated, yes, but it takes him way more time to admit it and it's less obvious

you guys actually start talking when you visit his laboratory in the manor's cellar

you're the last person that he expected to see! he doesn't accept visits often but if it's you, then it's an exception

he thought you were about to appoint him to do something shady honestly😭but after he realizes you're just here to have a friendly chat he puts his guard down

he certainly did NOT expect your personality to be that upbeat and sweet, but hey, who's he to complain?

as a partner, luchino is less upbeat and energetic as william but he is incredibly caring

you two can ramble for hours with no end! he's a great person to have a conversation with

he loves when you lay your head on his chest and run your fingers through his hair it makes his brain short circuit </3

^ you swear you can hear him purring (he does.) when you do that but he'll deny it every time

not a big fan of pda but once you're in either his or your room you won't be able to get him off of you

prefers to be the big spoon and put his head onto your shoulder while caressing your arm, but he's not opposed to being the little spoon either! as long as you're with him

calls you various pet names in italian (tesoro, cuore mio, gioia mia...) >:)) wholesome bastard #2 also this man has a gorgeous voice wow you could listen to him laugh for DAYS

likes seeing (and making) you flustered! it's secretly his favourite thing to do lmao

adores when you visit him in his laboratory with a cup of coffee or tea to chat or just compliment him on his work - does the same to you! always visits you before you go to sleep to help tuck you in and give you a goodnight kiss

he might not be the most energetic partner out there but he's one beautiful soul <3

#idv headcanons #identity v headcanons #idv #identity v #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v x you #idv william #idv forward #identity v forward #william ellis #idv luchino #identity v luchino #identity v professor #idv professor #luchino diruse #idv imagines #idv fanfic #luchino x reader

[crzyimp]

Chapter 9.

Reading this chapter another time, then and now, left me somber. It starts out joyful with our favorite monk's parents' meeting. His father, Guangrui, gained a blessing to go to the capital for examination and job; getting first in rank and personally being praised by the Tang Emperor. Spent 3 days on horseback going around the capital. Then we're introduced of Xuanzang's mother, Yin Wenjiao(referred to as just Lady Yin later on), who sees a handsome, smart, and high ranking official during his 3 day parade; throws down a embroidered ball at her future husband knocking off his black cap. Though I like to think she went: "YOU!" pointing at him from the tower and aimed for his head. Really making sure that this guy's dense and doesn't get a hint. Actually, does that mean she technically proposed to him? Anyways they get married, move to city for Guangrui job, and picked up his mother along the way. Even saved a golden carp and sending it back to its river! Guangrui mother gets sick and forced to stay at a rent house. A little bump in the road, but that's fine since the couple can retrieve her in the fall.

Then Liu Hong appears captivated by Lady Yin's beauty and rips the young couple future away by killing Guangrui and stealing his identity. Forcing Lady Yin to comply to his demands. They dump Gaungrui's body in the river where thanks to saving, not actually a carp, his body and soul is preserved until his is avenged by his murderers.

Lady Yin is miserable in her situation, wishing to eat Liu Hong body and sleep on his skin. But kept her dark thoughts to herself and didn't enact on them; as she was pregnant with our monk! But not happy news as Bastard Liu Hong will kill our future protag the second he gets the chance. Thanks to divine intervention and luck, Lady Yin manages to send the baby away. By writing a letter in her own blood and biting off one of his toes before sending him off on river; tied by her garment before found by a monk.

So our monk, nicked River Float, and then called Xuanzang once he turned eighteen and joined the monetary; he learned of his orgins and set off to right wrongs. He succeeded, reuniting his mother, who helped him get in contact with grandfather. Who later just destroyed Liu Hong in a brutal fashion. I strongly don't think Xuanzang was there to see that part as he was probably with his mother, who already tried to kill herself once saved. She does it again after they toss Liu Hong's heart and liver into the river, seeing her husband body floated up. Who comes back to life!

Happiness as Xuanzang's family all together again, his father joins the Emperor court, and he continues with his studies in the Way. Except for Lady Yin, who succeeds in taking her life. Bittersweet ending.

Now for my notes and theories. You cannot tell me that this boy wasn't bullied by his peers for being an orphan. He had nothing, no name, probably no friends, and put all his efforts into studying the scripture as a source of comfort or even proving his worth to be there. (I could ramble more on his upbringing and the similarites with him and Wukong's background, but that could be for another day)

Besides the luck and divine intervention(and Sha Wujing eating his past lives), another clue that Xuanzang might be special is when he cured his grandmother blindness by licking her eyelids.

Or the pain and guilt that despite everything he did failed to save his mother.

But that's enough rambling from me for now.

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

#tw suicide #cw suicide #implied suicide #journey to the west #jttw #xiyouji #xuanzang #jttw tag #jttw book club #Buddha really told Golden Cicada get fucked for all your next lives #I could explore more into Lady Yin and her death #Also what happened after she bite off Xuanzang's toe? Did she bury it #hide it or a more terrible thought did she ate it? #I have more thoughts on this chapter but I feel like I could go on forever taking everything apart.

[rumandsprite]

I've binged this beautiful mess for several days and, by god, does it deliver! !!!SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Let me try going chronologically:

Zack!Cloud is absolutely adorable and shows very good acting because you can hear the difference from Zack's dialogue from Cloud's reaction when learning it's Nibelheim where they are heading to.

Definitely see those SephirothxZack fics going on rise after unsettlingly sweet expressions on Sephiroth during Nibelheim. Also those subtle changes on his face in that iconic town in flames scene, just wow.

Rufus's parade was one of the highlights, but some new guy Glenn shenaningans were there like "hello, if you'd like to know more about this subplot please consider buying some spinoff mobile game you've never heard of", because even in the end all I got from this was - Glenn is a) some dude in Wutai working for a man we never saw and who might not even exist, b) has some bitter history with Rufus and c) also is a Sephiroth clone.

Speaking of Rufus, eng voice actor is on point. He is the english equivalent of japanese voice actor who unfortunately seems to have been affected by illness. I'm very sad about that. But good job, eng va and his casting director!

While I'm on this topic, Reno's orignal va loss also saddens me. New jp va is a bit too nasal for me, and there's no Quinton Flynn to soften the blow.

Morikawa Toshiyuki is perfect as always in his rendition of Sephiroth. His gentle speech to Jenova in Nibelheim reactor is just... You just have to hear it.

Ahem. So, Rufus' offer in Junon really surprised me.

Moving on to Costa Del Sol, was nice to see the reason why Hojo appeared there of all places and, oh dear, they made him so creepy it's astounding. The way he so offhandedly and casually offered those girls to "birth a hero" is something else.

I'll skip Corel immediately to Golden Saucer. It's everything I wanted. It's everything I didn't know I wanted. The entrance introduction is Honey Bee all over again but even more cringe. There are no words for this level of cringe. I felt vindicated for the loss of that Honey Bee's bathtub scene in the Remake, that's how cringe it is. I'm sorry, I can't stop staring at Dio's chest.

Now, Cait Sith deserves its own paragraph. It's the best, the cutest, the coolest Cait Sith ever. This "Aeris-ha~n", awww. Animation and design is top-notch, from Cait's small dance to the ears to the moogle's belly jiggle. Reeve has to be some kind of animatronics genius. Also in eng version it has scottish accent. Know why? Because of this

Also, Ghost Hotel's front desk employee is hilarious. He seems to genuinely love his job, goddamn it.

Poor Rude having to work with Elena, lol. Nice sea-salt ice cream, by the way.

Some sidequests are my type of morbid humour. Check out this:

New Gi lore was interesting. Finally I learned how Black Materia was made. Also made interesting possible insight into Sephiroth, with being unable to join lifestream and all.

Vincent va is so good and in jp version I sometimes can hear Rufus's va past timbre. Also, that drip is sick.

Loveless scene was astounding. I'm talking about animation quality here. Dance moves look so smooth and natural, especially cloth mechanics, just look at Jessie's skirt! I have no idea how many hours they put into these.

New Nibelheim also makes more sense than in original. No more "wdym, nothing happened here". Also, Cloud remembered Zack but his mind makes up some things.

It's nice to see Cloud's gradual descent into madness, especially with Roche becoming that. (Why SC tattoo though. I know it's probably Sephiroth Cells, but I just can't unsee SephirothxCloud, lmao). Cloud chasing Aerith for black materia sent chills down my spine.

As did Sephiroth's hysterical laugh when his sword broke but Aerith still died. Yeah, sorry, dude. This is fixed.

Those AU scenes and some unchanging points are interesting to explore for fics though.

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