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theoccultz · 11 months ago

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How do they really see you ?

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Minors dni (18+ mention's )

General reading, take what resonates , leave what doesn't

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See ya at your pile !!

Pile l . Pile ll. Pile lll.

Pile 1 .

Queen of wands , 8ofpentacles, 4ofpentacles

Hyena

They see you as helpful and relient you will pass the opportunity if you feel like others need it more ,you guys are good at guiding others you may be a teacher or you're just that friend who is able to decode easily you can read faces like a book you guys look well put together you may know what suits you and what doesn't very well . They think you get a lot of attention although you look interested in what others have to say , your mind wonders somewhere else you may have r-b-f so its hard to read to read your expressions , you're professional in a sense . you look relaxed most of the time they may see you working a lot you always seem to be focused on something, they think others bother you ,people want to talk to you but they dont respect your boundaries and they kinda feel you get annoyed when someone is interrupting you in your day to day life , they thought you were arrogant when they first met you but they've gotten used to your rbf ,they understand it was them projecting.

They think you love food and you take care of your health, they think you have good hygiene, you may style your hair or they like your hair , you respect others space ,if you say No others wouldn't force you because there's this sternness in your voice , they think you're closed off though you may interact with others you kind of hate spending too much time with others , they love whatever language you can speak i'm picking up on an accent here , they think you have a graceful presence like say there's a meeting or a party you have dressed up exactly how the dress code expect you to be , they think you are a minimalist . You are not that person who sings like they own the party there's something very ethical and well mannered.You seem to do your own thing i dont think you need help in almost anything, you can figure out things for yourself this person seems to be impressed with your qualities or persona because they're somewhat like this too and they think its a rare quality to have . They think you're more head than heart /intellectual maybe ? They dont like to think of themselves as helpless and you exactly seem to replicate that , they think people are fake these days and would stab you without a second thought , this person is not like this they are loyal until they die , either you are this gossip bee just trying to be someone you're not LMAO this person has seen you turn down others it was satisfactory, there's a lot of gossip bess here hmmm , anyway they think you dont give a shit ☠️✋🏼 although its risky and you have to give in to social pressure but you just mind your own business even though you know about the disadvantages . Yeah

They think you shouldn't be disturbed for some reason , not like you're a wild person who'll start yelling at them but they just see you enjoying your presence and being relaxed?they dont think you get excited about a lot of things like you're very Sophisticated, you dont play games . I dont know if you speak to this person but this person is down bad for your voice ,for your vocabulary like what ...???they think you're kind of cutthroat that you can hurt them with your words if they mess with you ,thry think you have anger issues but they like it 😭a bad bitch with anger issues ? yes sir ....they may have seen you lash out and they think its for everyone's good you are silent fff this person was turned on .

They think you're very sweet & cute although no one would agree with them , they seem to look for you when you're not there like they randomly start to think about you , they kinda miss you when you're not around, this person unknowingly observes you i'm seeing a vision of someone working and the other person is like 👁️👄👁️ , this person is atrracted to your essence they're addicted to your mannerisms idk who is this ...could be a boss , a friend, but they really admire you , this person is a powerful person themselves, they share a good connections with others, they're more good at understanding & convincing others than you . They think how you're are a free thinker , you love to learn about things , you guys are great advice givers ,you guys are very open and direct to the point it intimidates them , you look youthful and dress creative you have energetic boundaries they wouldn't wanna touch , you guys carry individualistic quality,you dont get easily influence by societal norms , you're not gonna follow everything the world puts out , you use your own guidance.This is someone who has gained interest in you after a long time , you may knew each other or knew of each other but you didn't really care at first , i see even if this is a platonic connection the feelings are developing, this person finds you really beautiful physically and wants to be closer but they themselves is a little aloof and doent like to get attach to anyone ,they're everyone's friend but who is actually "their" friend? This person seems be a professional, they are mindful and careful unlike pile 3's person , this person do not wear this heart on their sleeve , they are over prorective of themselves, this person is still on that stage of getting to know you , like they think a LOTT.

Song : damn is this an ex?

Thanks for reading !!

Pile ll.

Ace of pentacles, king of swords , the high priestess

Black swan

They see you as someone who'll be victorious wherever you are , you have a likeable personality and a charming aura that really draws others to you, they love your company, they love your smile the most, they love your hair , your lips , your dressing sense , your piercings, they think you ALWAYS look fabulous, they think you're a breathe of fresh air ,you light up their world , they're very grateful to have you in their life , they love to talk to you and they really look forward too .They kind of put you on a pedestal, this person really see "you" the crazy you , the childish you , the sweet you, the angry you and they love everything version of you 😭they think people are really lucky to have you , they think you have a healing presence , they see you as someone that needs to be protected you're just so kind , generous and welcoming ...they feel jealous that your energy is put there , they love your personality they love to spend time with you or they want too , you could be an introvert and they are like an open book .

This person is telling me that they feel accepted in your presence , they love your music taste, you feel s if you're their lost missing piece , your interets ate very similar,they think their inner child really flourish in your presence, i'm getting this .....when i'm with them all of my worries are taken by god kinda vibe ....they think you keep your issues to yourself and that you need to release and let go they want to help you in the process of it , you have a positive effect pn people,they think there are some people in your life who troubles you and they fucking hate that, they think you are photogenic, they love your hair , they think you're really fun to be around, you bring a lot to the table , they wanna heal & grow with you even if you lose contact someday they'll remember you as if you're there to celebrate every best thing that happened in their life , this person kind of feel pressured to do more because they see you doing so much , they're insecure and sad about something and nobody knows it and there isn't a lot of thing's that gets them excited or bring joy but you do , you may travel together, study together, you may know their family, they could be your cousin , they could be someone you have a crush on .

If this is someone not platonic & the feelings are Mutual , you should find out and openly give them hints . They think their efforts are ignored sometimes like they're that friend who do the most and they get ignored, they want to ignore you but they cant , there are some thing they dont communicate because they dont want to ruin this relationship but they really dont like others interference in your connection ,they think you ignore them when you have others company

Alright k thats it (: looking back at your reading, they seem to be someone you have helped in some way and that's why they like you so much because that was something really heavy weigh-in them down ,you helped them unknowingly or knowingly , they also seem conglict free and likeable but they dont like a lot of people thats the issue .

Your song: i love when the song matches the vibe of the reading .

Thanks for reading!!

Pile lll.

Death, the devil , the world rx

Bee

Well what do i say , the cards speak for itself + i dont get any different vibe from the original interpretation of cards

Alright let's start this is about to be confusing......this person finds you attractive, they think about you obsessively and they dont want you to know , you're a though that cross their mind and stays there forever, this is someone who is sexually attracted to you or they admire your body , they kinda have wild assumptions so stick with me ,i'm not getting toxic vibe rather a really enamoured one ,they think you are more sexually experienced than them , they compare themselves to you a lot , they think you'd up for fwb without emotional connection, this person thinks of you as a mystery they want to know "Everything" about you , you intrigue them , wouldn't be surprised if they stalk you online , this person try to hide so much its Insane , they dont want to let you know that they are interested in you they feel as though you will avoid them or you will make fun of them ? They could annoy you on purpose, this person is a little annoyed themselves, they feel stuck and they want to take action , they cant just keep fantasizing about whats not real . They want to be friends with you .

This person wants to be involved in your life and be there for " you" , they think you guys are compatible although they are more sociable than you , I'm feeling surprised because they seem to be wayy invested than they think they would be , they would analyse your mood and wonder about it , they think you dont pay much attention to them like heck you dont even seem to know them that well even though you may have known them longer than they think , this person's energy is straight up hopeless i think this is someone who gets a lot of attention and praise , they seem to have it all , they could be in a authoritive position in life , like they could own libraries or they are the big sister /brother of the family or their friends rely on them for support, they have this natural ability to make others feel secure , they are helpful and sweet , they dont like drama and they are big on action and manifestations , they are also very stubborn and wants things their way , they could fit in to societal expectations but they feel as though they put up a front and pretend to be someone else , they get drained easily and they seem to like books especially mystery books , they like to have their own space they could own a bigg ass house as well , they seem to work a lot like they're damnn busyy in their life but they still like to check up on you its their daily routine, this person has had a lot of hope from the very beginning, they kind of accepted they liked you, this person is possesive asf , it ticks them off its their insecurity. How would you recognise this person? Others see them as a fun but a disciplined person , They are the well liked cool person in their community and they are intelligent with their words , they have attractive eyes and they wear lighter colours , they are their neighbours favourite, they also dont seem very fashionable, they stick to formals and basic . Yeah , this person also think you are imaginative and artistic and they want to like your interests so bad to connect deeper with you and to make themselves familiar , they could have water placements specially pisces , i feel like they may look tough and big but as a child ??? they were just everyone's little troublemaker but also a sweetheart awwww this is so cute . Their friend circle is influential tho , they are judgemental as well hmm interesting. This could be an online connection but it doesn't have to be , you guys just don't interact that much although both of you are intrigued, this person could have a controversial past lol ,its just something about their eyes they seem like a deep thinker although they may not look like one , this person reminds me of suga from bts , you know how he's so tough on the outside like he doesn't care but he's so aware & invested about his friendsdislikes & likes , he knows them better than they think he does

ahhhh anyways this was heavy .

Your song : see i told you

Thanks for reading!!

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localplaguenurse · 1 month ago

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Sinking Feeling

Cecaelia!Pantalone/Reader for MerMay 2025

FINALLY I get this out of my system after two years! I hope you all like it!

Warnings: drowning, a LOT of drowning, and some fighting, wordcount 3k

For a moment, there is only the cold and the burning in your eyes and chest. Your body feels weightless, and your sense of up or down is disoriented. It’s not until you see another body plunge through the water’s surface that your brain, losing its supply of air, kicks back in and screams at you to fight back.

You spy a long shadow bobbing above you, barely distinguishable from the dark waters all around you, and you start kicking. You try not to flail your arms too wildly, but when the bubbles force themselves from your nose and lips, you have to brute force it even harder than before. Your body screams for you to breathe, but you try keeping your lips sealed. Your vision darkens, and you try to grasp the shadow, but it’s too far away. You won’t make it, you’re not going to—

Your wrist is grabbed and you’re dragged up. You instinctually gasp before you’re fully out, sucking in a mouthful of salt water. You’re pulled up coughing and choking onto the lifeboat, and you smack your head on one of the seats when they pull you in. The world around you is muffled, and your burning eyes well up with tears as you retch and choke, nearly vomiting in the process.

The violent nature of your coughing is enough to knock the water out of your ears, and all at once you can hear the screams of your shipmates. You turn and spy the ship through your blurry eyes. It’s already half submerged, and you can still see some of the crew running back and forth or fighting up top. The mast is on fire, and you’re not sure when and how the hell that happened. Some jump, but most already have. You spy another lifeboat, and you see familiar bodies littering the surface of the water. Some are still moving, struggling, but the rest…

You curl in on yourself, shivering and soaked to the bone. Your saviour, the quartermaster, pats you on the shoulder solemnly before sitting down behind you. Breathing hurts, but you force yourself to speak.

“D… Do you know if the c-captain made it out?” you ask, your voice a hoarse, wheezing croak.

“He was the first one killed,” the quartermaster tells you, “that’s what caused…” he gestures to the sinking ship, “all of that.”

“R-Right…”

Another body topples over the side of the boat and into the water.

“All of that over s-some gold coins,” you remark.

“They weren’t just gold coins,” he reminds you.

“You know what I meant,” you hiss through chattering teeth, “h-how do we know he didn’t just count wrong?”

“When you lose your men trying to collect a monster’s hoard,” he says, “you won’t count wrong.”

His voice trails off, and you’re left with the sounds of screaming and splashing. You rub your numb hands together and pull your limbs in to try and build your body heat back up, enough that you might hopefully avoid being hypothermic. After some time, when the yelling and the splashing begins to die with the rest of your crew, the quartermaster picks up the oars inside the lifeboat and starts rowing.

Just an hour ago, everyone on board was celebrating a successful journey and toasting to the men you lost along the way. At some point, the captain perhaps grew paranoid, and decided to take inventory of your loot. Three coins were missing, as well as a ring. He would have been mad regardless, but he was furious tonight. He flew into a blind, violent rage and started grabbing men and shouting in their faces about being dirty, good for nothing thieves. The gunner’s first reaction upon being nearly strangled was to shove the captain back with as much force as he could muster, and the captain hit his head hard on the way down. It was the match lighting the fuse, and the entire ship exploded into sheer insanity and chaos.

Your teeth chatter when you speak. “D-Do you think the others fff… found the other life b-boat?”

“This one was the only one facing upright,” the quartermaster answers.

You stare at your floating friends. “You think they m-might need help, then?”

He sighs. He says nothing more. He just keeps rowing.

You sit up a little. “Where are we going?”

“Island’s not too far from here,” he says, “if… if there are survivors, they’ll meet us there.”

“But–”

“We don’t have enough room,” he states, finally answering the question of if you’re going to help anyone. “Besides, this is going to draw in the… the wildlife.”

The Kraken is what he means.

“How’d that story go again?”

“Which one?”

“You know the one.”

The quartermaster sighs. “Thinking about it is only going to make things worse.”

You gesture to the dead bodies and two-thirds submerged ship. “The bar’s pretty fucking low already.”

The quartermaster shakes his head. He continues rowing, and you just stare at your shipmates. You watch their floating bodies, and there’s something deeply haunting with how their faces look now, pointed up towards the stars. You wonder what is going to feed on them first, and guilt twists in your stomach because that’s the only thing you can think of when you look at these people.

“You’re a bit younger than I am,” the quartermaster says, “but did you ever hear the story about the merchant’s lost treasure?”

You furrow your brow. “Ah… maybe? What does that have to do with the Kraken?”

“They’re connected,” he replies.

“Oh, really?”

He nods. “They used to tell that story back home,” he recounts, “it was some sort of lesson against pride or greed, it would depend on who was telling the story. The story was about a boy who came from nothing. He had no family, no home, no food, and no money. It was hard to call him dirt poor, for even dirt can be rich enough for weeds to grow. Because that boy had nothing, he fought tooth and nail to survive, and he understood the value of all that he possessed better than anyone else.”

He stops rowing to give his arms a break. “This ambition grew with him, and as an adult, he became a merchant. He continued working hard, and eventually became very successful.”

“S-Sounds pretty motivating,” you quip, counting the bodies. You’re missing a few crew members, but it’s very likely they had jumped off on the other side of the ship.

“It would have been if the merchant was a nice man,” the quartermaster states, “but he couldn’t have been farther from it. Having grown up in such an unforgiving way, it hardened him, killed whatever good was in him, and in its place was a pure hunger to have… everything. He hated the world and everything in it for treating him so terribly, so he sought to take everything he could get his hands on, essentially conquer the world. He was already one of the most wealthy and powerful men in his homeland, so it was now time to set out and conquer another.”

“And how’d that go for him?”

“Well, it depends on who you’re asking,” he says, picking up the oars again. “The version of the story I always heard was that the Kraken took his ship down. He stole something from it, or his ship was so full of treasure that it slowed them down, or he took a shortcut through its territory, but regardless, the story ends with it sinking his entire ship, killing everyone onboard.”

You watch the ship continue to sink.

“I’ve heard other stories that his ship just sank,” he continues, “it got caught up in a dreadful storm and was capsized, but that his greed and will to live was so strong that instead of drowning, he became the Kraken. Now he sinks any ship looking for his treasure, and takes whatever is onboard to add to his hoard.”

You pass the bodies, and you cast one last glance towards them. You mentally bid them all goodbye, but that doesn’t sit right with you, the obvious reasons aside. You feel like you’re forgetting someone.

You try to push that feeling away, and turn back to the quartermaster. “So which version of the story do you believe?”

He pauses his rowing to shrug. “Does it matter? It’s just a story.”

You groan. “Yes, b-because if I’m not thinking about the stupid Kraken, I’m going t-to be thinking about all the people who d-died tonight.”

He sighs. “The version where the merchant is killed by the Kraken, it seems the most likely. I hear cephalopods are pretty territorial.”

You think back on how you all got your hands on the treasure that ultimately caused everything. The island was known for the plethora of capsized and sunk ships surrounding it, no doubt caused by the monster that patrols the waters surrounding it. That is, if there is one, which none of you saw. Still, the stories gave you caution, and for some it gave paranoia, fear. The wreckages surrounding it like a coral reef of mankind’s hubris made navigation difficult as is. One man got caught on debris and ultimately drowned, while another cut himself badly trying to pull himself free. There was certainly more loot beneath the waves, possibly washed ashore after all these years, but your captain said it wasn’t worth it anymore. The chest you did retrieve would be enough for now.

“I prefer the story where he becomes the Kraken,” you say, “though I’m sure you’re right about the cephalopod thing.”

You see bodies in the water as the lifeboat comes around to the other side. There aren’t as many on this side as the other. You bid them farewell too as you pass them by.

“They say the Kraken’s treasure is cursed,” the quartermaster says, “it causes madness and misfortune if you hold onto it for too long.”

“You don’t say,” you remark, staring at the still sinking ship.

Your eyes fall back to the water, and you see the bodies, and with fewer corpses floating on this side, it makes the sudden absence of one of the bodies very obvious. You feel your stomach drop, and you rub your eyes. No, you must have counted wrong the first time, you must have. You look back and the sight hasn’t changed. One of the bodies, the one that was floating closer to the ship, is gone. You decide that’s why your count is off now, and why your count was off on the other side of the ship. They were just dragged down by the ship.

You pass the other lifeboat, and see it’s flipped upside down. You don’t see anyone around it, though, despite it not being that far from the ship. It would make sense that whoever is still alive right now would have clung to it, yet all you can see are those who have drowned.

You look back at the ship one last time, in time to see one of the drowned crewmates’ bodies bob in the water, then sink beneath the water.

“What’s wrong?”

You turn to the quartermaster, and you imagine your face looks pale in the moonlight. “N… Nothing.”

He clearly doesn’t believe you, and as such he stops his rowing. He stares at you, waiting for you to tell the truth. You feel sick to your stomach, and you feel sicker with every passing second.

“I-I couldn’t keep track of everything that happened,” you say, voice shaking, “b-but after the captain dropped, I recall there was this m-mad dash to grab as much treasure as you could, right?”

“Yes,” the quartermaster answers, “because the captain spilled the treasure on his way down.”

Your chest feels tight, and you look back at the bodies, and you see another one bob underwater and not resurface.

“Do you p-part of the curse is that the Kraken knows where a-all its treasure is?”

“I… I don’t know.”

Another body disappears, and you hear the quartermaster mumble out a “What the hell?” as he watches. For the second time this evening, adrenaline floods your system. Quickly, you shove your hands in your pockets, tearing them inside out when you find nothing in them. Maybe just maybe if you’re quick enough, you and the quartermaster can spared, and the Kraken will leave you alone, but that all hinges on you finding the right pocket.

Your fingers touch something cold and round, and you quickly close your fist around it and rip your hand out of the pocket. You wind your hand back and the quartermaster catches your hand just as you open your palm to throw it. You miss the ocean, dropping the contents on bottom of the lifeboat.

“What the hell are you–”

The quartermaster stops speaking when he looks down and sees three gold coins and a silver ring with an eye shaped amethyst reflecting the moonlight above you back at him.

He looks up at you. You stare back.

His voice is cold as ice.

“It was you.”

You open your mouth to say something but don’t have the chance before he strikes your cheek hard, knocking you back and nearly overboard. You aren’t given a moment to recover before he punches you again, and again, and again, screaming and swearing at you for getting everyone killed, that this is all your fucking fault.

He gets off of you, quickly scoops up the treasure littering the boat. He leans over the edge of the boat to try and throw the coins farther, and screams when he falls over the edge. The adrenaline pushes you through the pain and you scramble over to his side of the boat. You can’t see him through the water, it’s too dark and too reflective, but he should be right there. Knowing he’d want nothing more than to kill you right now, you plunge your hand into the water, searching for some part of him to grab onto. The water is freezing, your fingers touch hair, skin, something, then make contact with a hand. You grab it hard, then plunge your other arm into the water and grasp the arm itself, digging your fingers in. You brace yourself against the boat and pull and pull and pull as hard as your body will allow, and then you pull harder.

Your grip slips and you topple back into the boat, having half pulled the quartermaster into the boat. Your heart is pounding, your lungs burn and your whole body is stinging, aching. You look up and reach out to pull him the rest of the way into the boat, but stop.

The body… thing you’ve partially pulled into the boat isn’t the quartermaster. Its hands end in claws, webbing between the fingers. Scars and strange markings cover its otherwise pale skin. Its hair, long, black as night, dripping saltwater into the boat, obscures most of its face as it looks up at you. The only part of its face that you can see is its eyes, dark pools that lock you in place.

And then it glows.

The markings pulse with purple light, as do the eyes, further burning them in your mind. You’re frozen in place as it holds your gaze. It looks at you with pure contempt, pure hate.

When it reaches forward with a glowing claw. You snap out of the trance and surge forward in a pure fight response. You catch the beast by surprise and plant your palms against its shoulders. You shove it back, and it falls back into the water.

You stop, dead still, waiting for the monster to come back over the side of the boat. You feel that nagging voice tell you to look over the edge to see if it’s gone, but know very well that if anything, it’s waiting just beneath the waves for you to peek over so it can grab you like it grabbed the quartermaster. Instead, your body speaks for you, and you fall back into the boat, slumped against the side.

You didn’t think there would be any real harm in skimming a little bit of treasure off the top, hell you didn’t even think anyone would notice. Even if you did get caught, you didn’t think it would get this out of hand. You didn’t think anyone would get hurt except you. You’re an idiot, a full blown fucking moron. Two men died to get this treasure, and this is how you honour them? By getting the rest of the crew killed?

You turn your head to look at the oars, but something catches your eye. You look down, and see something shining in the bottom of the boat. A pit forms in your stomach as you pick it up with shaking fingers, and you do not know if it is fear or cold that makes you shudder.

A silver ring with an eye shaped amethyst. The same colour as the monster’s glow.

You feel something bump the side of the boat, and hear something breach through the water’s surface. Something, several things, grab and hook around you, slick and agile, wrapping around your throat and pulling you back. You try to push forward, but all you do is rock the boat. You’re pulled back harder, and you manage to gulp one lungful of air before the boat flips.

You’re plunged back into the water, the freezing salt water sting your injured face, especially your eyes. You feel more tentacles wrap around your body, threatening to squeeze the air from your body. You let the ring go, and you see the webbed hand swipe it away from you.

You look up to the surface, but its face blocks your view. You see its bright amethyst eyes, and you see it smiling down at you.

Your mouth opens, and bubbles float past its head. Your vision blurs, then goes black as it pulls you further into the depths.

#mermay #mermay 2025 #pantalone #pantalone x reader #my fic #my writing #also til octopus mermaids are cecaelias ain't that fun

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bcbdrums · 7 months ago

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Drakken: That Kim Possible! She really pushes my buttons! She makes me want to...! Want to.... Fff... Shego: Go ahead Dr. D., let it out. Drakken: Ffff... Fff... Fiddlesticks! Shego: Drakken: Fudgepops! Shego: Drakken: Flying spaghetti monster! Shego: Just stop. But, you get a B for effort. Drakken: What, just a B!? Shego: You're right. F. For f---

#he can't swear his mommy might be listening #nor can i type them #drakken #shego #drakgo #kim possible #drakken x shego

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linksthoughtbrambles · 2 months ago

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[Things Forgotten. Things Left Behind.]

Part 20 of Adventure Log+ (sequel to Link's Thought Brambles - best to read in order, also on ao3). Warning for strong language. Small edit 5/27/25.

“Two of them?”

“Finn- you’re not gonna believe this.”

“I sure don’t.”

“Enough, Arsden, we know.”

“My- Goddess’ clear skies- where the hell did you find them?”

“Clinging to the canyon wall.”

“Jessrel was right.”

“Kid’s got sharp eyes.”

“Kph. Lucky for him. He’d be out of a job.”

"Ha hahaha!" "Hehuhuh." "Can't fight for s%!^."

"I dunno. The sh!^^iest lookout in Hyrule could've seen that bloody plume."

"Smelled it, too."

"Eventually."

"The boy was paying close attention, to see these two against it."

“Fff- ooohh…”

“…It’s bad.”

“I can see that.”

“Think he’ll live?”

“Depends how sick he gets.”

“What about her?”

“She looks better off, but get them out of the cold. Infirmary’s ready.”

“KhHHHhhhhh-hh-khh.”

“…She been doing that in her sleep?”

“Yeah.”

“The smoke.”

“…Get them in quick.”

“Khhh-hh. KhhHHHHhh.”

“She bring anything up? …I’ll have a look-“

“Ah- Finn?”

“Yes sir.”

“That’s… Princess Zelda.”

“You’re having me on.”

“I’m not.”

“Then she’s having you on.”

“Doubt it. Look what she had-“

“The guy’s Link.”

“…No.”

“That’s what I said.”

“Do not- don’t joke about that.”

“I’m not.”

“The hell you’re not! You keep that garbage to yourself-“

“Finn-“

“- around the Commander, my Goddess! What the f#$&-“

“Finn.”

“-is wrong with you?!”

“Finn, he’s not joking.”

“It isn’t possible.”

“Maybe it is.”

“A man on his deathbed doesn’t get up and race across the Irch Plain to throw himself into a raging wildfire. Stop f#$*ing with me and get him on the table.”

“B-“

“Hennig, just- leave it.”

“...Yes, Captain.”

“Inappropriate horses#&^.”

“Watch the corner-“

“I’ve got it.”

“There and there. Shirts off.”

“B- but if she’s the Prin-“

“So what if she is? Shirt off or she dies.”

“Okay… okay OKAY, I’m doing it…”

“Ah-“

“Yeah let’s just- turn around. Allim, tell them to get two of the guest rooms ready.“

“Yes, Captain.”

“Goddess, it’s like- cheesecloth- stuck in the rind.”

“Just pull.”

“It’s sealed in.”

“Pull it out. It stays, it festers.”

“Ff-ffffff-oh-j-ff-“

“He’s out real good.”

“Uch.”

“Be glad he is. Burns hurt. Cleaning them hurts more.”

“Kh-kh-khk-hhhhKHKHkh-

“Cloth.”

“Got it.”

“-hhh-khhHHhhh.”

“…Not as dark as I’dve thought.”

“She might’ve coughed a lot up already.”

“Nostrils?”

“Sooty.”

“Temda, scrub her. Ollik, start on the pants.”

“Oh man.”

“Temda’ll scrub, just get the clothes off.”

“Yeah.”

“Mik, scrub the- boy. Saren, pants.”

“Yessir.”

“Be ready to knock them out if you have to.”

“Hennig.”

“Captain?”

“Quietly… get Jessrel in here.”

“Wh- what’d he do wrong?”

“Sh- sh. Nothing. He’s seen Link close up, right?”

“Right, right-”

“And tell the stablemaster to saddle Fleet. If that’s Link, I want her on the road with Welsirc in half an hour. With any luck, the snow’ll have slowed the Commander down.”

“It’ll slow Fleet, too.”

“Maybe he cut a nice path for her with that massive horse of his. Go.”

“Yes, Captain.”

“KhHH-m-mGH-hhoOhh!”

“Ether, ether!”

“S-sirs! I… hhhh… hh.”

“That’s it.”

“Hope he doesn’t do that. He’s all muscle.”

“Should I use it on him? Keep him out?”

“No. Only if he stirs.”

----

“Mmm. M-khHHh-h- hh- hh-h. Wh? Oh-hhh. OH-hhh? Link?”

“Link? … L-…hhh-kh-h-khhhHhh. Mgh-hh. Ghuh. …Hello? I… H-khHHHh-k-hhh.”

“Ohh-h. Oh. Godd- essffFFFF! Hhhhh-hhhhh. Hhhhhhh-hhhh. …Persevere. Hhhh-hhhhh.”

“Khh-h! Hh… hh. GMp-whhh. …Ff-fh.”

“KhhHHHh. Mpgh. Keep it- in. Mgh.”

“-oughing again.”

“Yeah.”

“Finn.”

“Yes?”

“Am I good to go?”

“Yes. Lee’ll take over in a minute.”

“Thanks.”

"Anyway, there- there've gotta be people thousands of times worse off than them."

"…Well… dead's worse."

"W- well, yeah but- these ones made it here without being dead, so..."

"…Allim. Did anyone dead make it here?"

"No. It's too bad."

"…Why?"

"We- could've helped them."

"…I see."

"It'll take so long for the Commander to get there."

"He won't go that way."

"Oh! Oh, right."

“D’you think Welsirc’ll catch up?”

“Part of me hopes not. It doesn’t make sense.“

“What doesn't?”

“Them.”

“Oh, that. Y-yeah. …Captain thinks it could be them.”

“He can think what he likes, but I don’t know anything about the royalty’s possessions or- bloody magic. I'm not sure he does, either.”

“…It… would sure be strange. If- if they’re here.”

“Strange isn’t a strong enough word.”

“That sword, though. THAT’S strange.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s the right sword.”

“What sword is it, then?”

“You’ve heard the reports, same as me. How they can make things look wrong.”

“H-”

"What-?"

"O- oh? Oh. OH."

“Ff!“

“GhkhhHHHHHhhh-hh-“

"Woah!"

“Ma’am, back in your room.”

“-hhHHHhhkh-whKH-“

“I have to insist.”

“Wh-ere is- khH-hh-Link?”

“…He’s across the hall sleeping.”

“KhHh-h.”

“Like he should be.”

“Hh-hh. We mustn’t be separated.”

“P- ah- Princess, we- we can’t-“

“Then I shall.”

“Prin- cess, you’re- not dressed for- the hall-”

“That is utterly inconsequential.”

“The, uh, guards can- can see you-”

“They’ll survive the experience, I daresay.”

“Ma’am, with all respect-“

“KhhHHh-hh.”

“-back up and return to your room and the seat you woke on. Right now.”

“I will not.”

“…You need rest.”

“I nkHHh- need to see Link.”

“Nothing to miss. He hasn’t woken.”

“I mustn’t leave him alone.”

“He’s not alone.”

“Five people have attempted to murder us in as many days. I flatly refuse to be apart from him, eKHhe-specially if he is khHhincapahkhcitated.”

“I thKhhH- ank you for your assistance, your hospitality, and your attention to ouKHhhr- wounds, but I shall-hh- force my way through you if I must, to be at his side.”

“…There’s no need for that.”

“Then why bar my path?”

“If you insist… we’ll bring him in to you.”

“I am capable of walking ten paces.“

“You need that lounge behind you, and he needs his. Your room’s bigger.”

“Khh. Khh-hh. …I am well enough. If moving him would harm him-“

“That’s the least of his worries.”

“Allim- Lee, good. Come on. Please sit, ma’am.”

“Hhf.”

“KhhHh-hhh. …KhhHHHh.”

“You forgot to call her Princess.”

“Fhh. Lee- okay. Got it? …One. Two. Three.”

“Gh.” “Ff.”

“Khh-hh-kh-kh.”

“The door-“

“Got it.”

“Ghg.”

“Ah!”

“Watch it.”

“His arm-“

“It’s fine.”

“Hh-! Khh-hhKHHhh.”

“Ma’am, I’ll ask you again to please sit down.”

“Hh. Hhh-hh.”

“In, in, watch the- WATCH- the elixirs-“

“Oo- s$%@-.”

“Nothing spilled, just get him in. …Good, good. Down.”

“Hh-h-“

“No- ma’am, stay in your seat.”

“Link.”

“F- ph. Holding his hand won’t heal him any faster.”

“His wounds are not my only concern.”

“He can’t feel you. He’s out.”

“Where is the Slate?”

“Thought you were worried about him.”

“I am.”

“…It’s in that nook. O- no, ma’am-“

“Do not bar my path.”

“Allim will get it. Just… stay down at least. Stop shifting those bandages.”

“…Thank you.”

“What are you doing?”

“It is difficult to explain. And… perhaps unwise to do so.”

“Is that so?”

“…It is.”

"You seem disappointed.”

“I do not see what I’d hoped to.”

“He’s not feverish. …Yet.”

“Then youkhHh-hh… expect he shall be.”

“Both of you. You need rest.”

“I am well enough.”

“You’re not well. You see how he’s laying? That’s how you should be.”

“I quite underst-ha-khHHhh-hh-“

“Mh.”

“-khhh-khkh-khhhHhhh- hhh-hh. Hhh-hh.”

“…Up.”

“I-“

“Up- and back in your seat-”

“I have no wish to be manhandled.”

“Ma’am, I am respectfully insisting you not hinder your own recovery.”

“And you believe forcing me over to that couch to be beneficial?”

“I believe you agonizing over him while you kneel on a cold floor is worse than laying propped like he is and sleeping under a fur.”

“And what is to stop me from returning to the floor when you leave?”

“You’d regret it when the fever sets in, faster and higher than it would’ve been.”

“…Hh-h.“

“Come on. …Gh.”

“…You’re difficult to move, aren’t you?”

“...There is a far more gentlemanly course of action you could take, sir, than your continued pressure on my bicep.”

“Offense is not my intention.”

“Indeed. Nor is it your impact.”

“…I don’t follow.”

“Disapproval, sir. That is the state your behavior has engendered. The man sleeping here would never behave so.”

“He’d let you kill yourself?”

“He would not be so narrow-minded.”

“Pfh. …What will it take to get you to lay down, stay warm, and not ruin your dressings?”

“You cakHHhn- move my couch to there.”

“We, uh. Should’ve- thought of that-“

“Shh.”

“Fh. Allim, Lee.”

“Yes sir.” “Got it.”

“I thank you, sirs.”

“Am I allowed to help you into it or will you disapprove of that, too?”

“I believe I would prefer your associate’s help.”

“…Uh. H-here.”

“Thank you.”

“KhhHHHHHHh-hh-KHh-h. Hh.”

“…Izie’ll be in to feed you. Then-"

"Oh-hh-"

"…Ma'am?"

"The plain. The Irch Plain- you must send-!"

"A team's handling it already."

"Oh-hh. They have my thanks, in that case. Those people ahkHhre-hh- khhHHHHHhhh-hh. Gghm. Hh. They- are in most dire need of aid. We've no idea where most of Serenne's inhabitants are, though some of the children fled eastward—and we believe some of the townsfolk traveled belowground. The knights and soldiers accompanying us were scattered in the attack."

"Attack?"

"There were all manner of foul creatures on that plain last night. Or- or prior, I- I'm not sure-"

"The Captain picked you up this afternoon."

"Last night, then. There were creatures whose hands emerged from the ground to grip and strangle in the dark. Bokoblin riders. Moblins. A lynel with a man-"

"Lynel."

"With a rider—a powerful magician. Yes. He appears to have turned some of the plain's inhabitants into monsters."

"Precisely what manner of look is that, sir?"

"You took in a lot of smoke."

"I am in possession of my faculties. Your talk of smoke suggests you did, in fact, see the fire."

"We all saw it."

"It was deliberately set, and many on the Irch Plain had already been killed the day before. Link..."

"He… we tried to render aid."

"You need to sleep."

"That… is all you have to say?"

"…Help is on the way already. What I say won't speed them along."

"A warning is more than warranted."

"I'm not at liberty to say more, ma'am."

"At liberty."

"That's right."

"Khh-h… kHHHhhhhh-hh-k-kh-khhHhh-hh. Mh."

"…You see those?”

“Mm.”

“The pale blue’s for pain. Clear’s for sleep. Red’s for fever. There’s a note under each bottle for dosing. You can read?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I’ll take that as a yes. But if not… better come clean. Too much makes you sick. Way too much kills you.”

“KhhHhh-hh-khHHh. Hh. Nothing for cough?”

“Absolutely not. Better if everything comes out. Drink plenty of water. But don’t touch the pot on the fire. It’s there to make steam, not to drink. And don’t open the window, either. You need something, there’s a cord- there.”

“…I see. Thank you.”

“Is there something else you wish to say, sir?”

“…I’m Sir Finn. I’m the head medic. And I want to know the minute he wakes up, whether you disapprove or not. Ma’am.”

“I understand.”

“Good. Rest.”

“KhhHh-hh.”

“Y- you keep not calling her Princess.”

“She didn’t argue the point.”

“Khh-hh. KhhHHhhhh-h. Hh. Can I read, indeed. Link? Now would be a superb time to drop the pretense. That is- if you are conscious and pretending, rather than unconscious and… unwell.”

“KhhhHh-h-kh. Slate.”

“I would truly prefer you to be playing it some manner of safe. I know you were loathe to trust our rescuers, but surely they’ve earned it despite their presumptuous insinuations of illiteracy. Please- open your eyes.”

“Please. Reveal the Slate to be damaged, or for its astonishing mind-reading feature to have somehow turned itself off. I… thought at the least I would see Fi, perhaps also attempting to awaken you, or to convey something of import to me.”

“I- I find it disheartening that the Slate and your most unusual sword were not enough to drive doubt from Sir Finn’s mind, for it is surely well-known that I am a scholar, and scholars, on the whole, tend to be not only literate, but more literate than most. He does not believe me, though his Captain might. The man who led our rescue, perhaps. I’d thought- they were so pleased to have found us. But of course, they’d have no way of knowing we were anything other than two people fleeing the fire.”

“Please?”

“Your hand is cold. Despite my personal wishes, I believe it is better off beneath the fur than in my own hand. …There you are.”

“Perhaps it is a mercy, with these masses of bandages on you. My own hurt- a-astonishingly. I can only imagine- let me see…”

“Your legs, too.”

“I shall tuck you in carefully.”

“You protected me from this. Placed yourself to bear the brunt of each of that creature’s deadly breath-weapons. You don’t deserve to pay for it with- with this.”

“A part of me feels as though I must learn this strength you have, that I may act as you do for others—for I know you would do this for any of us. It is not only out of love for me. …And yet I know I must survive, for without me, Hyrule cannot. It is the error you… made… in the bailey. …An incongruent error of self-sacrifice. For anyone else, it would be a virtue indeed! But Hyrule needs you, also. There is no replacement.”

“No… replacement. How odd, that vile rider’s words. Content to let you live without her. I’d thought, at first, he meant he sought to kill me, and would allow you to go free, as the survival of one of us meant nothing without the other. And yet he asserted I had already died.”

“Kh. K-khHHHhh-kh…khhHHHHHhhhh-h- kh-khhh-khh. Ggh.”

“I… kh-khhHh. Am clouded, Link. Too dulled to pierce the meaning of those w-hkhords. Our undiplomatic caretaker was right. I do need rest, as you do.”

“Hphmm.”

“Hph—your bangs must be tickling you.”

“That’s better. Ticklish hair does tend to wake you, as I wish you would… but if I can spare you that small amount of discomfort, I shall do so. I admit some surprise that your bangs are still soft. I’d supposed the- heat- would have changed the texture… and… perhaps it did at the back. I hadn’t the heart to tell you earlier that your hair tie had, essentially, disintigrated. I hope you have a spare. You seem fond of it.”

“I see the logic of propping you up, so. One oughtn’t lay flat with a cough. And with your back so injured, to lay on that would be quite painful. It does appear a little ungraceful, hehe. Especially with your mouth open in that manherkHHhh-hh. KhhHHHHHHhhh-hhh. Hh-KHhHh. Hh-hh. Hhhh. I should- hh-h- try to sleep in the same position, though- you haven’t a cough, have you? I’d have thought we would both suffer from that. Your constitution must be more robust than mine.”

“Oh!”

“There is a deadbolt. I… ought to throw that. Mg-rh-hh. F-f-f-f- oh, sh-sh-f- f-h-h-h-h. It was far warmer beneath that fur.”

“Rgh-kh-hhHHhh-h.”

“There’s no other way in, apart from the window, correct? That latch is secure. At the very least, anyone attempting entry through it would make noise if they did.”

“Water closet.”

“Ech. They… have locked this from the outside.”

“I believe they must have heard me try it. …Well… no matter. I shall throw the bolt and call it even. And you shall have my words on the slate even if, somehow, I am not here when you wake.”

“I wish you would wake.”

“I love you.”

“Thank you.”

---

Oh no.

“Mm?”

No, no no, I forgot it I forgot to put it on, the red tunic, Link, not the green one

“Oh!”

what were you THINKING?!you’re going to burn alive BURN so stupid stupid it hurts get outNOW out from under the mountainHURRY ithurtssobad sobadalready how much life is left in me if it burns this bad?!

“L-ink?”

Sheik! Sheik are you THERE?nevertherehwhenIwanthimtobe this cave, this one, this is it, right? I came this way before I was so burnt Goddesses Almighty it’sallpeelingoff Icanfeelitpeeling isitcharred liketheworld?allmyfault, I’m going to dietoFAIL and it’llallbeallmyfaultalloveragain the egg toss, I broke all the eggs, oh no, look at them all cooked on the ground I have to pick them up

“Oh.”

can’t waste eggs like that

“An- ordinary dream?”

someone has to eat them, right?

“I…”

I’ll feel better if I eat them

“shouldn’t wake you, should I?”

food always helps even with the burning but is anyone else around?

“I should… sleep more.”

I could share them. “Anyone? The eggs are ready! If you’re not hungry, maybe you could toss them now. They’ll still break if you mess up.” How can it still be dark with all this LAVA? I can’t see! “If no one wants them, I’ll eat them.”

Okay, Link, no one here, the eggs are all yours. It’ll help the burning- hey.

Hey, you can’t have horses in here. That’s bad for them. They’re eating all the hay and BAD THAT’S BAD IT’S ON FIRE NO NO NO HORSE NO OH NO WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A HORSE WHO ATE FIRE? No where are you going?! Come back back back back my back why is it always hotter behind me? Maybe that’s the cooler cave over there, just go forward, Link, of course, why are you so thick-headed? Ouch.

Come on.

Come on, my head’s not THAT thick.

Fit.

Fit fit fit.

There’s plenty of room and your BACK is burning just fit through the hole, head! The KIDS went this way, you can't just leave them!

“You’re lame, Link.”

“Chee! Chee, what am I stuck on?” Oooh look at her folding her arms like that she looks like it’s obvious but it really isn’t, the cavemouth’s plenty wide.

“You’re square like dad.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are.”

What’s she doing?

Water?! “Where’d you get that?”

“I have to keep you cool.”

“No NO CHEE it’ll STEAM, it’ll-!!!” What?! Wet, wet, sweating, hot why does it hurt so much?

“I’m sorry. Phh.”

Chee- no, don’t cry-

“I wanted to help.”

No, no no no what’s- why is she-

“Chee, it’s okay. I’ll read to you.” It’s her favorite book. “See? I put the pages back in.”

Why is she still crying?

I’ll just start.

Huh?

Why can’t I pick up the book?

No fair. I just fixed it!

Open up, book!

Mom? I hear her in the kitchen.

“Mom? Chee’s crying in bed.”

Wow, you’d think she’d stop what she’s doing. Chee doesn’t cry anymore, she’s got a way thicker skin than I do. “Mom?”

Why isn’t she answering me?

Get right in there and lean down, Link, get a good look at her face-

She’s crying, too! “Mom, what’s wrong?”

…She just… keeps scrubbing that dish. It’s foul. What is that on there? Purple? What? WHAT? “Mom, don’t touch it!” Grab that plate and THROW IT OUT THE WINDOW, LINK AND OH S#*% you are in big trouble now because you broke a window holy crap dad is going to be SO MAD.

Go get the plate get the pieces you can put it back together Link before he comes home you have lots of time, right? Lots-

NO.

CHARRED! THE WORLD NOT AGAIN THE CLOUD IT’S CIRCLING DEATH MOUNTAIN WHEN DID IT GET HERE IT SHOULDN’T BE HERE NO NOT AGAIN I FIXED IT I FIXED IT I FIXED IT I FIXED IT I KNOW IT WAS MY FAULT BUT I FIXED IT I SWEAR PLEASE BELIEVE ME DAD PLEASE

“Come here. Now.”

“Please, I fixed it. I don’t understand!”

“Now, Link.”

Oh. Oh right. I forgot.

My hands.

I grew up. Didn’t I?

“It only needed fixing because you broke it.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry’s not acceptable. Look at this mess.”

All the cracks! He’s right. How do I fill them in? They go so deep and Margil and Beraya are down there how could I forget them?!!? But you have to keep going, Link, you can't just let these cracks swallow everyone else up, too, you have to fill them in even if it means dad sees you weeping, all the weeping, all the people you killed

There’s not enough dirt, I’m already burning and “do you have a bigger shovel?”

“You can have this.”

Huh? “A magnifying glass?”

“Look harder.”

Okay, I guess.

All the cracks are still there.

Wait. Why are there two Death Mountains? “Why does it look normal through this?”

“Here.”

ANOTHER magnifying glass? Look at all of them!! “Where’d you get all these?”

“From you.”

“But I only had one!”

“You kept leaving them behind.”

Well that’s just silly. “If my back didn’t hurt so much, I’d bury you in the sand again.”

“You forgot about the twilight.”

“I didn’t forget. But I can only see it through this one.”

“Better look, then, or you’ll miss it.”

Fine, DAD.

Wow. “It’s really beautiful.”

“It is, isn’t it?”

“Link?”

Zelda! “Oh my Goddess, I was worried about you. Have you met my dad?”

“You mean your father?”

Oh. Right. Your hands. Look at them now, Link. You DID grow up. “Yeah. Yes, I did. Father, may I introduce Princess Zelda?”

“What about her?”

Her who? OH. “Yeah, that’s Princess Zelda, too." Oh man that's some stare she's giving me, she thinks I'm so stupid, but it's fair considering how often she has to save my ass.

“Hph. You do keep leaving things behind.”

“You’re not a thing, Sheik.”

“What am I, then?”

“I thought you said she was the Princess.”

“She is," dad "Father, it's just…” wait. Wait, I fixed it. Right?

Right?

Zelda?

“What is it, Link?”

“She’s not real, right?”

“Hph. Typical.”

Shush, Sheik. You’re the not-real one.

“Perhaps you should look harder, my love.”

She looks worried. I should do what she says.

Which is the right glass? Or is it the mirror?

…Let’s try them all.

Aaaaaaand there she is. She's only in this one.

“Well!”

Why’s Zelda so excited?!

“That’s it, then! Come, Link!”

“Where?”

“We must make haste to the stable. They’ll be so pleased to see you!”

Yeah. Yeah, they will, won’t they? “Wait up!”

“You must catch up, Sir Knight!”

“Hey!” Speedy trickster. How’d she get so far ahead so fast?! “Hey, wait. Wait- Zelda-“ ohmyGODDESS what?! “FIRE Zelda NO NO LOOKOUT NO!!!!”

OHMYGODDESSWHEREISSHE NO NO PLEASE NO PLEASE SHE WAS REAL SHE WAS REAL BURNINGBURNINGBURNINGBURNINGBURNING WHOCARESHOWHOTLINK HOW HOT IT IS DOESN’T MATTER YOUR ZELDA SHE’S YOUR ZELDA BURNINGSO HOT hot why am I so hot sweating? Head. Square.

“S…”quare. “H-“ hurts.

“M. Mhh?”

Ohmy

pain

Itburnsitburnsburns it was Death Mountain pillow warm couch, couches? Chaises? Oh boy here we go burning and awkward but hand, I know that hand, praise the Goddess, praise Hylia thank you thank you so much take it, her hand Zelda's (eyesocket throbbing so bad why?)

"L- ink?"

Zelda. Zelda- Oh- OH "We- we're." Alive!

"We're safe."

Her hand squeezing what-? What is THAT? You're sticky. Stuck bandages.

Burning "Fire."

"In- indeed."

"Burns- your wounds-?"

"They've tended us. Well, I think."

Her thinky eyebrows. Her hand's so cold on my forehead.

"You do feel a bit warm."

Not good. Not a surprise, either. "We went a long time." Unclean wounds.

"Yes. They've left us an elixir for kHH- for fkhHH-hh- feverKHh-khkhkhhhh-hHh. Mgh."

Zelda. There. You're bandagy, Link, but you still have fingertips and knuckles and Zelda seems to like them on her cheek and you love her so much.

She's alive.

"Mm."

We're alive.

I wasn't fishing for fingertip kisses but it's amazing that she's doing this. She's doing this because she loves me.

Zelda loves me.

Cut it out, eyes. Why now? Too dry anyway. Water soon. Zelda first.

She's not far. Can I manage- "AHgh-ff-oooh…" wow, that little shift hurts this much?!

"You- appear to have far more bandages than I do."

"Yeah, it-" no, Link! You more and her LESS was the point. "It's worth it."

Another new look on her face. Kind of a smile but it doesn't look happy. And it's sideways.

She's sideways, too. Maybe that's throwing me off.

"I ought to have been more cautious."

"You did what was right."

"I… behaved as a concerned sovereign ought to."

"Sounds right to me."

"I may be a little muddled. My head continues to turn on itself, with no proper course of action emerging with clarity."

"Your father said… yesterday morning- hah- hahah-hh."

"Link?"

"Sorry. I just- fh- can't believe it's only been like a day."

"It may have been longer, depending on the length of our sleep."

"Yeah, that's true."

"…And what of my father?"

"Oh, he just said something like if you only base your choices on whether you might get attacked, you've already let your enemies corral you."

"Mm. He also told your sister she ought not to blame you for choices made with her well-being at heart."

"And that no one could know how their choices would turn out ahead of time. So… please don't blame yourself."

She's totally blaming herself. "Please?"

"It isn't self-recrimination, Link, so much as my desire to learn. For next time."

Next time.

There will be one, too. Once that guy figures out we didn't die. We never hit bottom and oh! "You said you saw them under us. Huiru and Reida."

"I did. Goddess help me, I did."

Wow. She never says things like that.

She's shaking. "Hey. Hey, it's alright. They're not here."

"…They… seemed unable to keep up with the wind. I am thankful for that."

Okay… you have to swallow, Link. But try not to make noise when you do it even though it hurts (damn, it DOES, why does my throat hurt so bad?). Try not to let her know you're now wondering if they've been scrabbling their way up that cliff this entire time. Or if they can talk. All they'd have to do is tell the rider we flew off.

"Kh-khhh-hh- khHHHhh."

Your Princess is still shaking, Link. "Hey." Pain be damned. I'll scooch onto her couch or- sort of- half on hers and half on miIIIINEpain if it's the last thing I do, but careful when you hold her, if hers hurt like mine do. "I'm here."

"Ohh-h. I- I fear causing you pain."

Her fingertips, she doesn't know where to touch me- oh my eye, that eyesocket "Ffff-" yeah that really does fricking hurt.

"We shall have to get you a new bow."

"Oh." And now I can't unremember, the string snapped in my face! I'm all mixed up. And… her fingers. My windpipe. So gentle. It was Reida's bones, choking me. StalReida. And… oh no. Pull that fur down a little, Link.

She's making a face.

Shrinking.

Like she think's I'm judging her?

No, no no no, Zelda. Why would she think that? When I should've stopped Huiru before he reached her.

That- f$#*ing- bastard. She's so bruised. There's his thumbprints. His other fingers. Marked on her neck like those potato bruises, the really black ones, and then all those tiny little blood-bursts, she's speckled like a robin egg. Bare bones… must dig deeper, harder than living hands. He didn't even have her long. I ripped him off her.

That- me doing that. I could've done some of this, too.

Maybe I shouldn't be touching her like this. She's not hurting me, but it looks so painful. "Should I stop?"

"Mkh-hh. Please don't."

"Hh." Soft. Stay soft.

I don't dare kiss her neck, not even gently. It'll hurt…

Those things were so strong. She must be like me. Less breakable than normal. Someone else? Crushed windpipe.

Her lips, though? Those I can kiss. Stay very, very, very soft, Link.

"Oh-m."

Her hand curling my hair ohhh that hurts too doesn't it but we're alive and her lips are so chapped and she deserves (she deserves) (I don't) no Link, don't think it. These are Reida's boneprints in your neck.

And there's Zelda's forehead on mine.

"I- wish we were in my bed, heheh."

"Kph. That would be more convenient. I'm kind of on the seam, here."

"Indeed. You-"

Oh, her face is falling, her face is falling

"You ought to return to your propped position against that arm. They placed you that way for a reason."

"Eh. I'm okay here."

"IkhHHh- khh-hh. I am concerned about your temperature- oh."

"Oh?"

"SkhHh. Sir Finn wanted to know the moment you woke."

"Who is he?"

"Our caretaker, it seems."

Ooo-hoo, what is THAT face?

"I shall-"

"Oh woah, woah, Zelda, stay down-"

"In- deed not, Sir Knight. You are far more injured thaKHHn-kh-khhh-hh-"

"But coughing less."

"-hhHHkhh. Mgh. Hh. I haven't a fever."

"Yeah, I've had fevers before, though, and you're my Princess."

"And what of it? You are my knight."

"Pff. Which again means I protect you."

"From the need to pull a simple cord?"

"Double-pff. Now I'm DEFINITELY doing it." Up, Link "OoOOOhffffff-"

"Link!"

"I'm good, it just- hurts." It's fine, Link, and the floor isn't that cold, the fire in the grate's been going a while and oooh, the water pot, that's a good idea.

Don't get distracted, Link, just hurry over here and pull the cord and get back in-

"Oh- the- bolt. I'd thrown it as you slept."

"Got it." Smart. Of course, this means I am absolutely not sleeping until it's bolted again. Just in case.

Reidabones.

…No. If I hear Reidabones I'm going to help them destroy what's left of her, even if I rip my bandages out of my BAaaACKskin which is what it feels like I'm doing right now holy crap get back on that couch and stay still "F-f-f-f-f" wait. Wait, whose underwear am I wearing?

"He- heheheheh, knight."

"What?"

"I'm astonished you have such acrobatics in you at the moment."

Very glad she's not just laughing at this nothing-but-bandages-and-underwear situation. "For me, jumping onto a couch isn't acrobatics. It's just the fast way to get back under the blanket."

"It does seem cold, even with the fire."

I hope that's true, and not that we're both actually feverish, but my fever is higher than hers.

Elixirs?

"Kh-hh-khHh-"

DOORbeready

"-hh-kh-h- oh-"

"Wha-?!"

Hiiiiii, why's he so surprised? It's not like they didn't know I was in here, right?

"You're up?!"

"Uh. Kind of?"

"Lee. Lee! He's up. Yell it down."

"THE GUY'S UP."

Wow.

And this guard clearly has no idea what to do next.

Be friendly? "Hi. I'm Link."

"Hehehehehehe. Y- yeah."

…What the hell?

"Sir Finn'll probably be- be with you- soon. I'll just."

…Sneak back into the hallway?

"KhhHHh-khh."

"Be. Outside."

Aaand door shut.

Zelda?

"Sir Allim appears to be quite skittish."

"Why?"

Oh. Oh, I don't like that face on her either, and this time she's less sideways.

"Link, I think some of these people suspect us to be Yiga Clan members."

"What?!"

"I heard them say something- something which suggested so to me when I first awakened. I- could of course be mistaken."

That's just. "I." I want to say it's crazy but I can't because it so isn't. Not with what's been happening this week. And with Vayden being in the castle longer than I was, which… is really f$*%ing terrifying now that I think about it that way.

"They've treated us well, regardless."

…Yeah. You know what? "It's… okay."

"Is it?!"

"Yeah. Because it's pretty reasonable for them to be confused by us. And unless I was asleep a really long time, there hasn't been enough time for news to have made it deep along the other side of Tanagar Canyon. They wouldn't've known we were on the plain. Hh. The last thing they heard about might be the festival."

Blinky blinks. Why?

"Link."

"What?"

"…They may think you're dead."

"I did not think of that." Crap, crap, CRAP how do I prove it's me OH "The sword! Where's-?"

"I do not know."

Maybe they leaned it up-

"It isn't in this room. But Link, it isn't enough."

"Why not?"

"Their discussion of your sword is, in fact, what tipped me off."

"But it doesn't look even vaguely Sheikah, much less anything like what Vayden and Carok-guy were carrying."

"It has long been said that Yiga magic excels at disguise."

"Yeah…" Thus Jeralt's three-guards plan.

"They spoke of things looking wrong. And I think considering your sword's immense weight-"

"Its what?!"

"Y- yes. They don't appear able to lift it and… I rather understand how someone might wonder whether it is, in fact, some other, far heavier object disguised to appear as your sword."

No way. No way, that's crazy. "It's light!"

"I would agree with you but for the others' attempts to remove it from your person."

"So you agree. It's light."

"It seems so to me."

"Like… lighter than all those rocks you lugged in the yard."

"Heh. Kh-kh. Hh. Yes. Far lighter. Quite easy to manage."

When they tried to remove it… I do remember them tugging on me a lot… "What about the slate?"

"It- oh-"

Boots. Movement.

Okay, Link. Okay, it's fair. Sure. They can suspect you're Yiga. But you KNOW Yiga are after you and the Princess. You can't let them put her at risk. Remember your own advice to yourself. Be suspicious.

No, wait. That wasn't my advice to myself. My advice was 'Don't be so suspicious Link.'

No. No no, wait. It was 'Be suspicious, but not TOO suspicious.'

How much is too suspicious?

Clearly WAY MORE than I was being. I should've had Huiru and Reida sniffed out the minute they seemed not to respect Zelda's orders. Very not-Sheikah. I just assumed my preconception was wrong.

Not useful criteria if people don't even think she IS the Princess, although I can watch for people who seem strangely stupid. Stupidity that consistently messes us up. Other than my own, of course.

Well… I should probably watch for that, too. Me being stupid is not good for us and speaking of stupid before they come in what do I do if they decide we're a threat and try to separate us? Or restrain us.

Those boots are shuffling right outside there.

"Kh khh khHHhhh-hm."

The answer is no.

No separating and no restraining. Period.

And in come those boots.

"Good morning."

Does that mean it's morning or is he saying that because I just woke up? A nod and a small wave, Link. Don't really trust the voice right now.

"Surprised you're awake already."

Zelda?

Yeah, it's not just me. She doesn't think he sounds happy about it either.

"This is Sir Finn. He- is in charge of our recovery."

Her face. She… doesn't know what to do here, does she?

She's usually good with people, but they also pretty much already believe she's the Princess.

She looks deflated.

You know what, Link? This time, it's up to you. After all, I'm not used to people thinking I'm anything in particular. Assuming he's NOT a Yiga, this guy deserves your respect, and he's technically under your command. Just follow your own rule: don't be an asshole.

Get back up, Link. Blanket off, and sitting up "f-f-f-f-ooh."

"I don't recommend that."

Yeah, but how else am I going to get up and shake your hand? Give him a little nod, Link, and oh that's interesting, what did my eyebrows just do? I think it's something father's do sometimes. Up, Link, it hurts and it's cold, but it's important, I think, and I'm real glad my nuts aren't just hanging out.

He is giving you SOME look.

"For the love of- sir, with respect-"

Ohh and in come two more pairs of boots- oh, three.

"-please stay dow-?"

Yeah, that's my hand. For shaking! "Good to meet you, Sir Finn. You have my thanks on behalf of both of us, but especially for tending to the Princess." Let that sink in for a second. "I'm Sir Link."

And there's the stare-down.

Don't let it be a stare-down, though. Let the smile out. Let it just be real. Yeah, I'm thankful we're not dead and you helped us. Yeah, I know you're confused and wary. But I'm also not going to bite.

"KhhHHh-hh."

I am, apparently, going to shiver a little, but keep your mouth closed, Link. Keep a lid on it.

There it is- he's taking my hand. And that's an at least relatively normal handshake. I think.

My smile's a little bigger now. None on him, though. Just looking down at me.

"You're welcome. We're not in the habit of leaving people to die in the snow."

"Glad to hear it."

Checking me out all over. Okay.

Eyes lingering on my neck- and narrowing. Did he not realize what he was looking at before? Or was he so busy with the burns and my eye that he didn't notice?

"Couldn't help but notice your palm is warm."

No 'Sir.' Probably to be expected. "The Princess noticed, too." Ha. That one took him aback a bit. "I couldn't tell if her temperature was elevated."

…And he's nodding at the couch.

"Please have a seat and use the fur. We'll check."

Alright. Cordial. I haven't set off any alarm bells.

"Lee, watch for Temda, Izie and all them."

"Yes, sir."

"Allim."

Yeah, he's trying not to say it, but that was totally 'Allim, if this guy makes a wrong move knock him on his ass.'

But I haven't moved wrong. I'm just… back here with Zelda, under my blanket.

She looks pale.

Dammit. I couldn't help that look, and I know he saw it. That wasn't professional-concern-look. That was emotional-oh-no-please-be-okay-look. Too late now.

She looks worried, too. And like she feels kind of sick. Like when fruitcake got ruined for her, and the sight of it turned her stomach.

Aw. I haven't stuffed her full of fruitcake, yet. Haven't had the chance to tell Plynne she'd eat it again.

One palm on each of our foreheads.

And not mine anymore. Just hers.

Those are thought-wrinkles.

"Did you use the fever elixir?"

Resist the urge to tell him to call her Princess.

"No. I slept."

Now is not the time to insist. Why does her voice sound small?

"KhhhhhHHh. Kh-khh-hhh. Mgh."

"Lee, any sign of Izie?"

"Not yet, sir."

"Yell down the stairs. Hurry her up."

"Yes, sir."

"Allim."

"Y- yes, sir."

"Check her forehead, would you?"

"Sir?"

"See how warm she is."

"Uh. S- ir."

Okay… what's he doing?

…Getting a bag from the hallway.

And that would be a thermometer. Expensive, those.

Cleaning it.

"Well, Allim?"

"What?"

"Does she feel like she has a fever?"

"No, sir."

"How does she feel, then?"

"Ah- er- h- how do you feel, Princess?"

Oh my Goddess I can FEEL Finn's eyeroll in the depths of my soul, WOW-

"Allim. Is she the same temperature as you?"

"KhhkhHHHHhhh."

"No, sir."

"What is she, then?"

"…Not sick?"

…This guy's real lucky Chee's not here to make fun of him. I may genuinely feel bad for Sir Finn with his pinched-shut eyes.

"Does she feel cooler than you?"

"Yes, sir."

He's nodding and clearly used to Allim not being all that smart and NOT ALL THAT SMART? Be suspicious, Link. Though… what tactical advantage there'd be in not saying Zelda's cooler than you, I don't know.

Zelda's not usually cold, is she? She's not one of those people with cold hands and feet. Just… reach out, Link. Slowly so you don't give this guy an excuse to poke you with his long stick. Take her hand again.

And… you are also not all that smart, Link. You have a fever. EVERYONE will seem cold to you. Nice that she squeezed me a little, though, no matter how cold it feels.

And here comes the freshly-cleaned thermometer.

"Under your tongue, please. Hold it there firmly until I say otherwise."

Not her first time.

This should really be an awkward silence, but Finn is clearly keeping some kind of mental track of timing or something for the thermometer, Allim's looking confused enough that it doesn't bug me that I know he's also watching for threatening moves, and Zelda…

There were dark circles under her eyes when I woke up, but I feel like they're getting worse while we're sitting here, and there's something about the way her hand's resting in mine. Like she needs mine to lift hers up.

I could be imagining that.

"KmmMMm-mmh-mmh-hh. Mg. M."

"Just hang on a few more moments."

"Mhh. Kmmhh-mmhh. KmmMMMMMmm-hh-mh."

"Alright-"

"Kmm-mmh-khhHhh khHHHHh-hhh. KhHh. Mgh-hh. Hh."

Thoughtful is definitely the word for that look on his face.

"Your body temperature is low."

"…I do feel cold."

"Stay under that fur. Stay warm. With your wounds- not that we want you to be feverish, but cold tends to let festering set in and take hold. Eating should help warm you, too. And you."

And me.

"You have a clear fever, but not high enough for that elixir. That's in case of dangerous highs."

"Like delirious-high?"

"Yes."

Got it.

"Sleep, warmth, and food are still the answer. Food first. Then we'll get your bandages changed and reapply the salve."

Maybe me having a fever was a good thing. This guy's bedisde manner seems to have kicked in or something.

"Has there been- any word. From the help you spoke of?"

"No, ma'am, and I wouldn't expect there to be. It'd take days to get word back from Serenne."

"I thought, pehKhhr-hh- perhaps someone fleeing the eastern plain-"

"Would more likely find help with the Sheikah near the old temple or one of the snowfield Garrisons."

…Why does he suddenly look freaked out?

"Izie will be in soon."

He totally rushed out. "I'm… guessing the help is people from here responding to the fire?"

"Yes."

Glad. Very glad. Maybe they'll run into the others. Margil and Beraya… and Daile. They all kicked serious ass. If we can pick them up for the journey back-

Dear Goddess. The journey back. We'll be heading through the plain again if we ever want to go back to the castle. What if you didn't kill everything? What if it's still infested? What if by the time we get there, it's totally overrun?

"Link? You look…"

"Sorry. Just thinking about- next steps."

Oh. The look on her face. "Sorry again." Forward, Link. Hold her. Gingerly, but…

"Ph. Kh-hh."

Her eyes. Closed against the crook of my neck. Can't feel properly. There's… another new bandage there. Where the ReDead bit me.

I'm a mess. We both are.

I can't fight on every front personally. I hope Zelda and I killed most of the true horrors on the plain. And I hope the others kick the serious ass they were kicking when we got separated, and that they're well and we'll see them soon.

But the part of the world I'm meant to protect is right here in front of me, and she's not feeling well. Definitely not up for another trip for a while. Neither am I. My back- weird feeling. Hurts, yeah, but also… full? That's not quite right.

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anzuhan · 2 months ago

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okay ! anzu has decided to dl blanc+neptunia vs zombies as well and play a bit. played it for 3h.. its 3am now ! the game is great !! it's very similar to u action unleashed as people said, anzu would even like to add a lot of things are way smoother in this game than that one, like switching characters is done instantly, some dashes and jumps are integrated more fluidly into the attack combos all with custom animations ! some of the characters playstyles were changed a bit (i.e anzu mained nepgear in u action unleashed, and you start off w her in this game... her playstyle is far more aerial in this), which anzu was initially bummed out by, BUT it is also great to see new things so that it doesn't feel like a rerelease of the same game ! anzu will simply have to find a new main..!

if you don't wanna read the whole blurb of text, please just scroll to the bottom of the post for . amazing story portion video

what more anzu has to say is that a lot of things were changed, so it'll be hard to jump in between both games.. not TOO overly changed but for example, in nep u you had one button for changing characters, meanwhile here you need to press LB+B; they also changed it so that instead of enemies dropping HP refills, you can now equip HP refills as consumable items, alongside many other variety items. feel like most would probably prefer this, but anzu personally prefers to not bother with using items at all... (anzu never used items at all when playing 4go & fff refrain chord either for example) BUT it does keep the fact that you can just also refill HP by changing the character and waiting it out a bit.

other changes are all still for the better from nep u, like ranking up a lily rank is far easier than that one; still 10 levels, but you get one level per beaten scenario/episode/whatever you wanna call it, so it's way easier to max out.. they probably went with this so it'll be easier to max out all of them because of the game having more characters, but anzu likes it for completion w

there are still random droppable collectables that now give you unique outfits/alt colors and you have more choices at accessories and cosmetic equippables.. anzu likes this change too 🙏 was bummed out nep u had very little on this..

there's also a whole new stat area that you can individually boost per character (hp, power, defense and technique to get new combos) ... it's fine for the most part, but it's a bit annoying you need to unlock the combos when in nep u you had all of them when you got the character .. but as opposed to nep u, you DO get all 4 skills right at the start; the skills for the charas that were in nep u are also exactly the same, even with the same slots (for example famitsu's skill that gathers enemies is still LB+Y)

there is however also a whole new addition of some equippables for your weapon that boost various things, and that would also be fine, however these have a set amount of uses ... so it kind of annoys anzu a bit and anzu will also not use these because anzu will forget to refill them 🥂

all and all, anzu thinks it is absolutely a step up from nep u, maybe not story wise, but dengekiko and famitsu are also back with the i'm feeling lucky OST too that anzu was very happy to hear again .. it's a great BGM 🙏 though, also for story, have to add that it all circles around filmmaking, and it seems as though a lot of scenes in the story can also be changed and have unique variants depending on which characters you choose to play that stage with, and they will replace whatever role is used in that scene, which is pretty cool! however because anzu has only been using dengekiko and famitsu, they have been promoted from dogs to senior students and then to zombies too... they are so talented.

also here's tamsoft trying to play the role of a zombie

#the anzu rambles

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mords-wobbledog-codes · 2 years ago

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donut is my first double head :D

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somescenecatholic · 2 years ago

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TP Bon (Time Patrol Bon) is getting a Netflix Anime!!! Please read and repost to share the news!!!

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FLASH/STROBE/EYESTRAINISH WARNING FOR TRAILER!!!

GUYS PLEASE MAKE THIS SUPER POPULAR AND LOVED (and the rest of the stuff Fujiko F. Fujio made too such as Doraemon, Kiteretsu, Perman, 21-Emon, etc.) BECAUSE AAAA ITS LITERALLY SO SO SO COOOOOOOLLLLL

TP Bon (Time Patrol Bon) is an scifi adventure about an ordinary highschool student named Bon who becomes part of a team of time-traveling agents who are tasked with saving people's lives during historical events that happen across different eras and locations around the world!! It's a Netflix Anime so that means it will release WORLDWIDE!!!! It releases in 2024!!! (my mid-late junior year and early senior year r gonna b crazyyy)

It got a manga and a short movie back in like 1989 but idk if it ever caught on bc its so so so hard to find!!! and ofc it's not engsubbed (i will literally give the biggest hug to whoever engsubs other FFF stuff)

EEE THIS IS SO AWESOOOMEEE!!!!

I am so normal about this!!! I am totally not exploding at the seams with joy rn!!!

LITERALLY LIKE HIS STUFF IS CRIMINALLY UNDERRATED IN THE WEST BC OF EXTREMELY BAD MARKETING IM SO ANGRY AT IT RRRGGH!!! But u can read all about that on my super cool Doraemon post hyperlinked in my pinned post.

PLEASE REPOST THIS SO EVERYONE GETS TO SEE!!! X3

thank you!!!! <333

me rn!!! (chibiemon from dorabase, read it on manganato)

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diamondnokouzai · 1 year ago

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rofan feminism ranking

sss tier: roxana (she's cool), teaching the tyrant manners (smacking him saturday), the onee-san and the giant (technically not a rofan, but no men exist for more than a page and a half) ss tier: who made me a princess (athy is empress regnant for a little bit, that's feminism) s tier: the golden-haired summoner, i don't want to be a magpie bridge, re-writing my destiny (a fully-fleshed out female protagonist who has a job outside of the home and does not rely on men to make progress) a tier: i became the tyrant's secretary/perfumer, your majesty please don't hire my brother, your majesty please spare me this time (fully-fleshed out female charcter who has a job outside of the home, but the entire comic revolves around her romantic entanglements) b tier: the villainess turns the hourglass, the villainess lives again & etc (fully fleshed out female protagonist who doesn't necessarily have a job outside of the home, but does have her own skills. relies a great deal on her love interest. no non-maid female characters are allowed to exist without being villains or pawns) c tier: i'm being raised by villains & etc. (fully fleshed out female protagonist, but since she's a child the story focuses on how adorable she is and how much she relies on her dad for help. also, her love interest is probably 5+ years older than her and they met when she was an infant) d tier: am i your daughter, my three tyrant brothers, choose your tyrant daddy & etc. (shiny sparkly baby who does pretty sparkly baby things. relies almost entirely on her father/older brother. the only important thing about our protagonist is that she is (a) pretty, (b) sparkly and (c) a baby.) e tier: observation diary of my self-proclaimed villainess fiancee, bakarina & etc (oh boy a comic about a woman! where the twist is! that the woman is an idiot! who gets fat from eating a lot but she also exercises a lot so not too fat!) f tier: any comic where the female lead raises/is raised by the male lead. gross, creepy, and reenforces gender norms either way (pretty sparkly baby vs. mommy gf) ff tier: on the emperor's lap, the abandoned empress & etc (torture porn about a woman who needs to go to a domestic violence crisis center) fff tier: they say i was born a king's daughter (she got isekai'd to fix misogyny but she forgor)

#.din #rofan #otome isekai #everyone should take this post 110% seriously forever its getting published in natgeo as the most serious report on feminism 2024

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troncelliti · 9 months ago

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The Mayb’s & Mayb Knotts Berry Farms

Why I hear ya Travis, my eyes got no ideas and all these mf chumps always making me pretend. Ya right. Another jealous creature on another mic-rophony. Hip hop, I rap not. Trip hop, I used to crap allot. A stint it was, if it wasn’t a daily decade. Grindcore more, I respect as much. As I goth not, a goth she is, is she who I pine the most for. Whore or not. She wants me knotted or easy or not, I want her still a lot. Tons of her hands hands tons of me ands ands a carn’t just get enough of a goth. She’s mysterious. She’s dim in daylight and invisible in nightlight until a full moon light hits her eyes bright bold. Beautiful. Being easy, though, I’ll pounce a bopper candy ditz, in my mind’s eye. I wait around inside as I’m lost in the music club hopping. What? How do you pull a bird, fly guy? I don’t necessarily so. Necessarily so. A Bronski Beating his meat. A Pet Shop Boys treat. A Sir Mix-a-lot, sweet. She’s in heat hot sweat as she’s jacking on a Skinny Puppy in a Consolidated club, gay, straight, drag shows and a whole lotta different ho-ho’s, cupcakes, twinkies, crass mouths, bi blows, blow by blow, we all doin our own dance thing. No foes on a club floor until a gangster fight cleans it out. Pop-pop, pop. Damn. We all ok? …no cops, k? Not enough to shut it down. Thank fff goodness. Resume, DJ. Hey, hang the EMCee. Instrumental b side calms collects into a Renegade Soundwave mashup segways to a Strobelite Honey, Black Sheep, into a U-Turn, Thieves. Ministry. Bauhaus and another U-Turn, Trick Me, Kelis until the break a dawn, house music all night long, Jungle Brothers, the JBeez in the house. House. House. I’ll house you. I’m playin’.

Staying right here with you ❦

#pop pop #gcc #community #brita p #white man says #troy and abed in the morning #columbia university law degree #aderol

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athomewiththecicadas · 1 year ago

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Motor boat...

Artillery! Way Point! Right Flank!

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Hey, let me get you guys to move over to rocket artillery.

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Let me get you to move those water buckets.

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kitten4sannie · 1 year ago

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ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ + ʀᴏʙᴏᴛꜱ

ꜱᴇᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ/ꜱᴇɴꜱᴏʀʏ ᴅᴇᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ➠ ꜱᴀɴ

pairing: cyber stripper! san x gang leader! reader (fem) feat. gang member! wooyoung and a surprise cameo from matz <3

genre: cyberpunk au, smut

summary: too accustomed to chaos and bloodshed as a hardened gang leader, you need to wind down a bit with the help of san, a popular cyber stripper you always find yourself coming to visit in downtown neo city.

w.c: 4.5k

warnings: 2k words of plot, depictions of blood/violence in the intro, a cute lil cigarette kiss ;; (irl smoking is so bad for you DON’T DO IT 🫵🏼), references to the game cyberpunk, alcohol use, pussydrunk maniac switch! san, subby babygirl switch! reader, cybernetic body parts…..dykwim…., only praise in this one (shocking ik), pet names, dirty talk, use of a tie as a blindfold, oral (receiving), spit play, fingering, san grinds into the bed bc he’s so needy :(, cockwarming, tit play, kissing, dick riding, nipple play (f/m receiving ehehehe), mating press…., creampies galore !!!!

a/n: reuploaded bc tumblr wants to play games…. i hope this ends up in the tags or else i’m gonna be pissed ;; anyways!! this was one of my absolute faves to write i just ADORE cyberpunk stuff so i almost couldn’t stopp >< it makes me wanna turn this into a series or something ;^; so aaaaaaaAAA i can’t believe fff is over *sobs* this was such an amazing journey and i just wanna thank each and every one of you for coming along, supporting me, and leaving me the most wonderful feedback i could ask for 🥹🫶🏼 im thinkinggg about doing kinktober this year sooo see you then? ~~ <3

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In Neo City, you had two options: live a life of crime and bloodshed all in the name of the almighty dollar, or be out on the streets, doing whatever necessary to feed yourself, doomed to be forgotten by the cruel sands of time, all while the rich got richer and the poor got poorer. Even in a city that sported the newest advances in technology, highly developed amenities, and shiny, lit-up streets filled with opportunities for material surplus and virtual sin, it all remained the same in the end. It made you feel hopeless the longer you thought about it — not that you ever had much time to think about anything, given your chaotic lifestyle.

Right on cue, a group of enemy gang members filed in through the broken-down garage door that led to your cramped hideout, immediately shouting profanities at you and firing off in all directions, trying to pick off as many of your underlings as they could, only successfully grazing a few of them with hot lead.

“Boss, you better get down here!” Wooyoung, one of your most trusted underlyings, shouted from the bottom floor of the makeshift living space, wiping a bit of sweat from his sharp jaw, nervously licking at the mole on his lip as he slowly dragged one of his injured friends away from the commotion and placed him behind a bullet hole ridden couch.

Still inside your bedroom on the second floor, you went straight for a silver case that you kept underneath your bed and set it down on the mattress, flipping it open. You sighed at its contents, about to shed a tear. Good thing you had picked up something this useful at the last illegal cyber swap meet you attended.

“Boss! Help! Please!” the young underlying called out in a slightly higher pitched tone, now hiding behind the couch, hastily pushing a few bullets into the chamber of his smoking gun, accidentally dropping a few of them onto the concrete floor below.

“Coming!” You pressed a few buttons on your sleek metal arm, eventually sliding a large metallic blade into the open metal seams until it locked in, blue streams of light darting back and forth through the seams to let you know that it was ready to use. You ran down the stairs, the sound of your heavy boots hitting the pavement growing silent upon stepping into something wet.

Seeing the spilled blood of your members, your family, sent you over the deep end. Red rings of light circled around your straining pupils, and a faint ringing overtook your ears, not fully in control of your body when you began to take your enemies head-on, dodging their bullets and slicing them up until your hideout was stained with more crimson.

After the massacre was finally over, you slowly made your way back to one of the couches that had your injured cohorts haphazardly laying on it, either smoking cigarettes or clutching onto their wounds, some doing both at once, their eyes glazed over, the post-fight flood of dopamine hitting their wired brains. You plopped onto the couch where they left you a seat like always, ran your fingers through your damp hair and pulled out a cigarette from your blood-stained jacket, turning your head to face your dear friend, leaning in close to him.

With a lit cigarette in between his lips, Wooyoung quietly closed the space between the two of you, the end of his cig kissing yours until it was lit. You both silently studied each other’s sweaty faces, simply existing in the moment after the chaos.

“What was it about this time…?” you asked softly, after you turned your head to blow out a puff of smoke, leaning your back into the couch.

“It was over some dumb shit…” Wooyoung settled into the couch as well, angling his head up towards the ceiling. He rubbed at the cut on his cheek with his hoodie sleeve, smearing some blood across his tan skin. “One of our guys accidentally sold some dorph on the wrong turf. Then he got a little trigger happy when someone made a big fucking deal about it.”

“Ahh…” You let out a long sigh, taking in a drag of the cigarette, the collective taste of smoke and iron lingering inside your mouth. Whether or not it was wrong to take the lives you did wasn’t up to you to decide. It was your maker’s when your metal ticker finally decided to give up on you.

You lingered there a bit longer, unconsciously reaching over to run your fingers through Wooyoung’s sweaty, disheveled hair, giving his head a few gentle pats, wanting him to know that you were proud of his constant bravery and loyalty to you without actually being able to say it yourself. You could kill in cold blood but shuddered in fear over speaking from the heart. How ironic.

It wasn’t until Wooyoung hesitantly placed his hand over your bruised knuckles and nuzzled the inside of your palm that you pulled away, putting out your cigarette in a full ashtray that was sitting on the messy coffee table in front of you. You reached into one of your jacket pockets and pulled out a stack of Eddies, tossing it into Wooyoung’s lap. “Take anyone injured with you down to Yunho’s shop. Get yourself fixed up for me, okay?”

Wooyoung flipped through the stack, looking up at you with wide eyes as you stood up from the couch and stretched. “Are you sure? This is way more than we need, Boss…”

“I know.” You turned to look down at your beloved cohort, reaching down to caress his cheek with a gentleness you were surprised you still possessed after all those long, violent nights you spent taking lives and accruing their blood-stained cash, briefly licking at your thumb and rubbing the dried blood from his cheek. “Get yourself some upgrades while you’re there. You’ve earned it.”

Wooyoung stayed completely still, like he didn’t want to scare you off, his cheeks growing hotter by the second. Once he saw that you were simply standing there, letting the moment happen, his face softened and his eyes lit up, his lips curling up into a bright smile, wanting to say so much more than, “Thank you, Boss…”

As you made your way back up to your room and into your shower to clean yourself up, you thought about the pretty smile Wooyoung gave you. It reminded you of someone you hadn’t seen in quite a while, his dimpled smile never seeming to leave the partly synthetic confines of your mind. Pressing your metal hand into the tile wall for support, you felt your thumping heart skip a beat, a few beads of sweat dripping past your flushed cheeks, making you wonder if your shower was too hot, or if you were going soft. It’s not like you were in love with him. He was the most sought-after cyber stripper in downtown Neo City, after all. He probably had an army of rich corpo men and women already lined up just waiting to sweep him off his feet. Sure, you had money like them, but theirs wasn’t tainted in the same way. They weren’t tainted like you, doomed to a life of voluntary solitude. You pressed your hot cheek into the cool tile, glancing downwards to watch the red-tinted water swirl around into the drain. None of it mattered, anyways. You just needed a drink and a good fuck. That was all.

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“I want a vodka on the rocks. Don’t give me that cheap shit either,” you told the small robot that rolled up beside your VIP table, tapping lightly against its smooth chrome surface. You looked to the side, spotting a robotic couple that couldn’t keep their hands off of each other on the large dance floor of the crowded club, causing you to sink lower against the soft cushions behind you. “You know what? Just bring me the whole bottle.”

The robot blinked its simple eyes at you through the clear glass, calculating its response. “A full bottle of alcohol is not recommended for consumption by a singular person. Can I perhaps recommend–”

“I recommend you shutting the fuck up, robot.” You snapped a finger in its direction, crossing one leather bound thigh over the other, shoving a few bills into the slot that was placed in the middle of its machinery. “Now, get going.”

You watched the robot slowly roll away into the crowd of patrons, before your attention snapped to the middle stage when people and cyborgs alike began to cheer. No one seemed to notice when two elegant looking men decked out in shades and fur coats that smelled suspiciously of gunpowder made their way across the busy club, especially not once the stage suddenly became bathed in sinful red lighting, the cyber stripper you swore up and down you weren’t in love with taking slow, deliberate steps across it.

Dressed in a form-fitting suit that you’d probably see a stuck-up corpo drone wearing on his way to work, San eventually stood at the edge of the stage and ran his hands slowly up his body as soon as a bass-heavy, seductive track bumped through the large speakers around you, a voice announcing, “It’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for, folks. Our very own hopeless romantic, Choi San, is blessing the stage with his new routine. You better bring out the big bills if you want to see what kind of cyber parts he’s got hiding underneath those tight clothes of his.”

Just as the robot brought you your bottle of alcohol, you took a long swig from it, sinking down a little more into your seat, reaching into one of your pockets just to feel the stacks of cash that still sat inside, unable to take your eyes off of the cyber stripper that turned away from you and the crowd to show off the curves off his ass through his tight work pants, gently pulling his blazer off and revealing just how small his waist looked from behind.

A few people threw money at him, cheering and whistling, as he rolled his body along to the sultry music, leaning his head back dramatically just as he began to tug his tie off, an overtly erotic expression woven into his hypnotically beautiful face.

Just as the music began to come to an intense peak, he dropped to his knees, bringing the tie up into his mouth to bite down onto it, expertly rolling his hips in a fluid motion like he was fucking into someone on the stage floor. The crowd went absolutely apeshit, Eddies floating in the air around San, everyone’s attention on the club’s most beloved stripper — but, like clockwork, his attention was on you. See, San was a sucker for a woman in power, for a femme fatale that could provide him raw, unadulterated excitement, and he simply couldn’t get you out of his mind, couldn’t stop reminiscing about what it felt like to have you underneath him, taking all that he could give you.

His piercing, cat-like eyes never left yours, even as he unbuttoned his vest and tugged it off, revealing an expanse of smooth tan skin and straining muscles, grabbing someone’s hand to run it along the pronounced ridges of his abs, his tongue swiping across his lips.

You took a few more sips of your liquid courage, one hand clutching your thigh, hardly able to handle the blinding heat that blazed away inside your core. It wasn’t until San began to unbuckle his tight pants and gently ease them down just enough to show off the edges of his hips and the neat trail of hair that led to his cock, that you got up onto your feet and made your way up to the main stage, a few patrons taking cautious steps out of your way when they saw your face. It turned up on their holo devices during the evening news too frequently for them to not know who you were.

Quite amused with your presence, San stood directly above you with his hands on his bare hips, giving you a good view of his half-hard cock pressing into the thin material of his pants, his hands slowly running from his hips down to his inner thighs, just barely grazing over his cock each time. “It’s good to see you again, angel. Are you here to have some fun with me?”

Barely able to speak, let alone think, with the way your head, heart, and cunt was pounding, you pulled the stack of bills out of your pocket and reached up to pull the lip of his pants down, revealing his cock to yourself and the enthusiastic crowd just long enough to tuck the stack comfortably inside the hem. “Need to fuck you, San,” you requested softly, but firmly enough that it roused the cyber stripper enough to jump down from the stage and pick you up bridal style.

It wasn’t until San brought you to one of the empty love rooms and sat you down on the edge of the heart-shaped bed that you complained. “You can’t just carry me around like that in front of everyone, San…I have a reputation…”

San stood in front of you, reaching down to run his fingers through your hair, humming softly, rings of light rapidly rushing around the edges of his eyes. “You know your reputation doesn’t matter when you’re here with me, baby…” He reached for the bottom of your chin, tilting it up towards his smiling face, his thumb gently pressing into your bottom lip. “Just your pleasure.”

“My…pleasure…” you repeated in a soft whisper, your hand automatically reaching out to settle on his hips.

“Yes, sweetheart.” San slowly brought himself down to you, pressing his lips lightly against yours, just enough to draw you in. He pulled away teasingly, seeing the desperation inside your fervent gaze, his own eyes creasing with mischievous amusement. “Should I give you a reminder?”

You swallowed hard, not wanting your thumping heart to somehow leap out of your throat and ruin the moment with the cybernetic man you most definitely weren’t in love with. “Yes, please…”

San, who had his tie hanging loosely from his neck, took it off and leaned down, wrapping it around your head to block your vision. Sensing your slight hesitation, he cradled your jaw, pressing a few kisses along it, whispering, “It’ll feel so much better when I put my mouth on you like this…Trust me.”

San wasn’t lying. Since your vision was blacked out, you focused entirely on where he touched you once he discarded your clothes, feeling his strong hands slide along your thighs, his thumbs spreading you apart, his tongue slowly lapping at your cunt, his warm breath and spit hitting your clit when he sucked on it. “Fuck, San….”

Your hands went straight into his styled hair, though he didn’t care one bit when you began to mess it up by tugging on it, simply burying his face deeper into your cunt to drag his tongue rapidly back and forth over your sensitive clit, groaning all the while. When your thighs squeezed around his head, he clutched them tight, holding them in place. “You’ll be good and cum all over my face, won’t you, baby? You’ll let me get a taste of you?”

“Yes, San…I’m so close already…” You nodded weakly, desperately wishing you could see what the man of your dreams looked like in between your thighs, but choosing to be patient, not realizing what his next plan of attack was until you were being filled by two thick fingers, moaning at the feeling of them rubbing eagerly against your pulsing walls. “Oh my god, San…!”

“Baby, won’t you call me by my other name? The one I like to hear?” he sighed against your cunt, giving it one long lick past his thrusting fingers to your clit, pursing his lips to send a wad of spit onto it, before he licked it up once more.

“Sannie…” you moaned out, feeling a familiar heaviness pool within your core, the muscles in your thighs starting to tighten up, your fingers gripping the man’s hair just a little tighter. “Make me cum, please, I’m right there…”

San moaned back just from hearing you call out his name in such a way, starting to desperately thrust his hips forward against the side of the mattress, wanting to get some friction against his large, aching cock. “I’ll make you cum so hard, baby, just like always,” he promised haphazardly with his lips and tongue on your clit, fervently licking at it with his small pink tongue, easily slipping in a third digit into your squelching hole, curling them up just in time to hear you let out a shaky cry. “That’s it, sweetheart, just like that…You’re so good for your Sannie…”

When you came, you came hard, your body fully locking up once the intense waves of pleasure washed over you, unable to keep yourself from tugging the tie from your eyes once you could catch your breath. The already low lights of the room hurt your eyes for a second, having to blink a few times to truly focus on the state of the man who just sent you to cyber heaven. He was looking up at you with his big brown eyes, small digital hearts present within them, his raven hair tousled, a few damp strands clinging to his forehead. His cheeks and arousal-stained lips sported an alluring reddish hue, the flush making its way all the way down to his long, curved cock, the tip of it leaking vast amounts of pre-cum onto the floor below.

“You made me feel so good, Sannie,” you praised him softly, reaching down to caress his warm cheek, running your thumb across the cute mole underneath his eye. “You deserve to feel good too, don’t you?”

“Uh-huhhh…I’m so hard, it hurts…” The dominance San once displayed was instead overcome with submissive neediness, a whimper leaving his lips, once he began to rub his cock against the mattress a bit harder, looking up to you for approval.

“Aww, do you want to rub your cock against my pussy instead of using the bed like that?” you asked teasingly, pressing your thumb into his bottom lip.

“Yes, please…”

That was all it took for you to reach down for his hands, coaxing him onto the bed with you and gently pushing him down onto his back. “You always take such good care of me, Sannie, always take such good care of everyone that visits you…Do you want to be taken care of like that too?” you cooed sweetly, as you straddled him and slowly sank down onto his oversized cock, feeling its sleek, cybernetic curves fill you up just right.

“Yeah, I do…Please take care of me, Y/N…” San moaned loudly when your bodies finally connected, all the synthetic pleasure he felt in his cock going straight to his head, entirely grateful for the recent upgrades he got from his ripperdoc.

You stayed still on his lap, simply cockwarming him until you felt that you should move, leaning down to press kisses onto his neck and along his collarbone, his pre-cum causing a soft squelching sound to escape where your bodies joined together. “You feel so much bigger inside…Did you get a naughty upgrade, Sannie?”

“I got the pleasure package…” San murmured shyly, reaching up to rub his hands along your thighs, slowly making his way up past your waist to your chest to knead your tits against his palms. “It increased my length and width by three inches, gives me longer cumshots, and makes me more sensitive…”

You giggled softly, moving your hips up and lowering them back down just to make San groan out from the sudden slick friction, hovering above him, your faces a few inches away from each other. “Want me to milk you dry, Sannie?” you asked underneath your breath, running your hands up along his abdomen to his chest, feeling his muscles contract slightly underneath your touch.

San bit into his bottom lip, his cock pulsing steadily inside your leaking cunt, wondering if his rapidly beating heart was simply a glitch in his coding. “Yeah…”

That was all it took for you to rest your hands securely on the fullness of his chest, and begin desperately bouncing on his throbbing cock, not wanting to stop until he filled you up so deep with his load, that you’d be willing to survive another day in Neo City.

“Y/N, fuck, you’re so tight,” San whined, squeezing your tits in between his fingers, eventually letting his hands slide down your abdomen until he got to your cunt, taking turns rubbing each of his thumbs into your sensitive clit, causing your hips to stutter. “Come on, baby, don’t you dare stop riding my cock…You’re going to cum just like this…”

“Just like this, Sannie?” you panted out, smiling at the way he desperately nodded back, gently squeezing his chest in a similar fashion, running your own thumbs along the hardness of his nipples, delighted with the way he began to arch his back into your touch. “All of you is so sensitive, huh? Not just your cock…”

“It all feels so good, baby. You make me feel amazing…It drives me crazy…” San jolted suddenly when you pinched one of his nipples, emitting a whiny sound of approval, starting to buck his hips up into you on his own.

“You drive me crazy too, Sannie…I can’t seem to stay away from you…” you admitted, pressing your hands into his pecs, before slowly lowering yourself down to his lips to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Then, don’t…” San whispered back, before he caught your mouth against his, your lips and tongues meeting in the middle, getting lost in the heat of the moment, reaching for your hips so that he could drive himself further inside you. It didn’t seem to be enough; he needed to be closer to you, needed his cum to reach your womb.

“Sannie…!” you suddenly gasped out, when he rolled onto you and and positioned himself so that he had you in a proper mating press, his throbbing, dripping cock slipping back into you, much deeper this time.

“Need to fuck you full, baby, need you to have my cum so deep in your pretty pussy, it won’t drip out until you get home…” San began to drool into your mouth, sucking gently on your tongue, despite the way he began pounding himself into you so hard, you couldn’t seem to catch your breath, instead having to just take what he gave you.

“Please, Sannie– Please, give it to me!” You began to see stars, unknowingly sending your nails down his broad back from the vast amounts of pleasure surging through your body, unable to keep yourself from whimpering when he suddenly stopped moving completely, his cum beginning to pour inside and coat your pulsing walls with thick globs of white.

“Oh my god, there it is, baby, all for you,” San groaned huskily into your neck, pressing a few kisses into it and along your jaw, smiling sweetly at the hearts present within your own barely open, digitally enhanced eyes. He rubbed your thighs in gentle circles, sliding out for a second to let some of the milkiness spill out of your used cunt and pushed back in, just in time for his cock to twitch, filling you up with a few more pumps of hot cum. “Fuck…how was that, baby?”

“So good, San, you don’t even know…” You could hardly move, filled to the very brim with San’s load, jolts of pleasure still shooting through you, a pleasant fuzziness running along the edges of your brain. “Wish I could feel like this every day.” You bit your bottom lip, wondering if it was the leftover pleasure or the slight buzz that made you want to be honest with San. “Wish I could see you more…”

San’s expression softened, his already pink cheeks sporting a darker hue, his deep desire to see and know more about the mysterious gang leader that visited him once in a blue moon increasing tenfold. However, he didn’t know exactly how to express the myriad of things he was feeling, so he simply replied, “I wish you could too. I never want you to leave…”

“San…” you whispered, your heart just about imploding from hearing his heartfelt words, about to suck it up and tell him how you really felt when a sudden loud boom shook the walls of the club, causing a bit of dust and debris to float into the air, the distinct smell of smoke filling up your noses, the sprinklers inside the room immediately going off, along with the smoke detector.

“What the hell was that?” San gasped, sitting up, but instinctively pulling you into his arms to protect you from any harm, looking around the room for some kind of a clue.

It was then that a shaky, agitated voice came out through the speaker within the room, warning, “For those who are somehow unaware, someone set off a goddamn bomb inside the club. A fire broke out and now we’re fucked. Do you hear me? Fucked. Get out while you still can, motherfuckers.” The man’s voice grew a bit quieter, some feedback sounds ringing out, someone’s hushed voice not legible through the speakers. “No, I don’t have insurance for this shithole. How was I supposed to know some prick would set off a fucking bomb in here? You know what? You’re fired just for that. Get off my dick–”

When the announcement cut off, the both of you stared at each other for a while, slowly getting soaked by the spraying sprinklers. You saw the deep concern in San’s eyes and the sudden loss that he was trying to come to terms with. “San…”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do…This place is all I know��It was all I was programmed to know…” San murmured, not even caring that the water brought his raven bangs into his sad eyes.

You cautiously reached forward to cup his cheeks, holding them tightly. Before you could have the chance to doubt yourself, you blurted out, “Come home with me. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure you never have to worry about a thing.”

San’s eyes widened. He wasn’t very used to anyone giving him anything in return. He was the giver. He was always the giver. “You’d do that for me…?”

“Of course, San, I–” You caught yourself. It was too early for that, after all. Instead, you moved his hair out of the way and brought your lips to his forehead, giving it a kiss before looking back into his eyes. “I care about you. I want you to be safe…with me.”

San reached up to cradle your face within his calloused hands, feeling a warmth spread throughout his entire body, making him wonder if he was more human than robot. He smiled brightly, his eyes creasing at the corners. “Then, what are you waiting for, Y/N? Take me home.”

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Women sweep the Grammys; Taylor Swift wins best album for record 4th time

Women have swept the top awards at the Grammys with Taylor Swift winning album of the year for the fourth time, the only artist to win the top music industry prize so many times during their career.

Swift won the honour on Sunday for her album Midnights and surpassed music icons Frank Sinatra, Paul Simon and Stevie Wonder with the most wins of the top Grammy.

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Swift, who took her producer Jack Antonoff and fellow nominee Lana Del Rey with her onstage, said the moment was wonderful, but was comparable to many moments in her work from “rehearsing with my dancers or my band or getting ready to go to Tokyo to play a show”.

“For me, the award is the work,” the 34-year-old said. “I love it so much. It makes me so happy. It makes me unbelievably blown away that it makes some people happy who voted for this award too.”

Billie Eilish, 22, claimed song of the year, which honours songwriting, for What Was I Made For?, a ballad written for the Barbie soundtrack, while 31-year-old Miley Cyrus won record of the year, which recognises an overall performance, for her song Flowers.

Best new artist went to R&B and pop singer Victoria Monet.

Swift, who is the midst of her Eras tour, went into Sunday’s ceremony with six nominations, including best song and best record.

She scored one other prize, for best pop vocal album.

As the pop superstar accepted the award, she announced she would release a new studio album, The Tortured Poets Department, on April 19.

Swift’s previous three album of the year wins were for Fearless, 1989 and Folklore.

She has been re-recording her first six albums so she can control their rights.

The Grammy winners are chosen by the musicians, producers, engineers and others who make up The Recording Academy. The group has worked to diversify its membership in recent years by inviting more women and people of colour to join its ranks.

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The one time that I ever played imposter - THE ONE TIME - it only lasted a minute. I just turned off the oxygen, and no one fixed it, and then everyone died. The End.

#And then in big letters: The Imposter Won ; it was honey all along (or something like that)#and i never had the chance to kill anyone??? no one fff-#any other time that i played - i died. i always died and went #and then watched the crew in agony go in circles around the imposter before they finally get them or the imposter wins and- hhhh-#die or be dead there is no in-between B^]#among us

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Two Is Better Than One

February Filth Fest - extra; size training/size kink, ftfwb (?)

group : ateez

pairing : mingi × reader × yunho

genre : smut

word count : 5.5 k

warning : mdni, explicit sex; piv, threesome, size training, size kink, friends with benefits relationship, teasing, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n : i am but a human, i was tempted to write this and i couldn't help myself. this was not planned for fff but i just asgnsognspso i can't not, yknow ? i am a whorish whore, i am an A B O M I N A T I O N. and i kinda went overboard with this, i didn't even realize i was rambling away. anyways enjoy :D

buy me coffee ?

Mingi's sweater felt comfortable on you, it was warm and it smelled like him. Not just his perfume, but his own scent. You've always loved the fact that he appreciated fashion down to the fabric and he ALWAYS has a keen eye. What you loved most about it was how Mingi was always willing to share his clothing items with you. And thank God he did because it made the conversation you were having with Mingi WAY easier.

"So... you want to have sex with me..." Mingi started off, looking at you, who were sitting on his bed with your legs pulled to your chest, confusedly. "As friends," you intercepted, making Mingi smack his forehead sardonically, "Right, of course, as friends, because you... Want more experience?" He asked, making sure he didn't heard you wrong. You huffed, cheeks red in embarrassment, "And because I want to get used to guys who are... You know..." You trailed off as you waved your hands at his general direction, avoiding eye contact with him, "On the bigger side."

Truly, you wanted the ground to split in half and swallow you whole because that was hard to hear, say, and experience.

It all started when you went out with your girlfriends a couple of nights ago. Their open discussion about the partners they have been with came up and soon everyone was describing the penises they've taken. While you didn't exactly have a weekly quota to fill, the number of your sexual partner was still on the normal side but one thing that your friends caught on was that the size you took were usually those in the medium to the small side. Then the jokes rolled in and you hated that. Obviously, you could've lied, you could've made the claim that you had actually taken a man whose dick is monster sized but the words died in your mouth. But at the same time, an idea popped into your head. Your best friend. Or his roommate.

Mingi chuckled, making you groan because you thought he was going to make fun of you. "Why did you think of me?" he asked, voice void of malice or tease, simply curiosity. But his question didn't make you feel better because you were forced to tell him how you thought of him in the first place. You'd have to be honest that you checked him out more times than you could admit in whatever clothing he wore. It was a known fact that Mingi looked like a damn model and that fucked you up quite a bit. You would have to confess that whenever you and he go swimming, your eyes would automatically zero in on his crotch, watching how the fabric of his swim trunks clung onto his crotch, perfectly accentuating his OBVIOUSLY BIG-looking dick. Mingi waited for your answer, but all he could see was how your face had gone a deeper shade of red, announcing your embarrassment to him wordlessly. As his eyes trailed down, he took notice of the way your legs clenched together, the expanse of your knees appearing down from his sweater that was too long for your body and your bare knees touching. Your state let him know what you were thinking, and what your answer was to his question. Or at least an idea.

You were surprised when you felt the bed dip right by your foot and even more so when he took your legs and pulled them to either side of his body. When you looked up at him, Mingi was sporting a mischievous grin, staring at you with a knowing look that made you visibly swallow the lump that was forming in your throat. "Been checking out my goods, haven't you?" he teased, adding a chuckle at the end to further let you know that he was being a tease. You pouted and were about to kick him with your right leg but failed as he managed to pull the leg and slung it over his left shoulder as he simultaneously pulled you closer to him so that your hips were on his lap and your upper body lay flat on your back. "Do you think I'm hot?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to the side to faux innocence while his left hand tickle the skin on your upper knee where his hand rested. You rolled your eyes and mindlessly mumbled to him, "Of course, I think you're hot, I fucking have eyes," not realizing that Mingi could hear you perfectly. Pleased with your answer, Mingi chuckled and leaned forward to trap you under him with his hands on either side of your head, "Is that why you wanna fuck me? You want to tell your friends that you had sex with your hot, big-cocked best friend?" he teased, face coming closer to yours that you could feel his breath fanning on your face. "Look at me," he demanded, forcing you to look up at him, staring into his eyes to see a glint of both playfulness and want.

When Mingi dove down to take your lips in his, you were caught very off guard. You didn't expect your talk with Mingi, your request, to be taken so seriously by the man to the point that he was now on his way to let you know how it feels to be taking a cock with a size that you've never tried before. The intrusion of Mingi's tongue in your mouth made you gasp. Mingi took that chance to fully explore the cavern of your mouth, moaning into it as he pressed his body close to yours as best as he could. Your right leg which was on Mingi's shoulder was folded in half while your left fell around his waist at the pressure of his body against you. You could feel his dick pressing against your core and your head was swimming with the thought of finally being able to feel its shape after the long time you spent only oggling at it when given the chance. It didn't occur to you how perverted you sound but you quickly shove the thought away to enjoy the feeling of Mingi on you.

You took a deep breath, gasping for air even when Mingi pulled his mouth off of you. "You're wilder than I expect you to be, (y/n). I never thought you'd be so ambitious that you wanted to be used to taking a big cock," he chuckled on your skin, his warm breath tickling your skin and the vibration of his voice travelled to cover the area where his lips made contact. "Or maybe you just wanna see and feel my cock inside you, huh? Using that lame fucking excuse just to appear innocent," his head lifted from your neck, smirking down at you as you felt his hands moving inside his sweater that you were wearing, eyes widening when he realized what he felt, "You're not wearing a shirt under this?" he asked, pleasantly surprised. You pursed your lips and shook your head, not knowing why he was so surprised, "I never wear anything underneath when I borrow your clothes," you stated simply.

The new information entered Mingi's ears and run around his head continuously until he was able to understand what it was you were saying. The guttural groan that left Mingi's throat made your heart clench, stomach drop, and pussy weep. "There goes my fantasy coming true," he said before quickly pulling the sweater you wore off, exposing the flimsy sleep shorts you were wearing along with your bare breast. "You thought of me?" you asked, having your turn teasing him with a mischievous grin on your face, expecting him to deny you or even to poke back at you in retaliation. But instead, you saw him nod as he gently kneaded your breasts, his hands rough and firm but his movements were so soft and careful as if he didn't want to harm you, "Of course, a girl like you, how can I not? The day you first wore my shirt, I jerked off at the thought of you masturbating in it, the day we went swimming, I had to excuse myself so I can imagine cumming on your tits. You don't know how much I wanted to see you naked like this," he confessed, tweaking your nipples to make you moan out loud. "Well," Mingi chuckled as he eyed your sleep shorts, "More naked than this I supposed."

Mingi spared you a glance, seemingly asking for permission from you even though he could just easily strip you naked and has his way. Even in this position, he was still your gentle giant of a best friend, ever so considerate and kind. Though the reality was that you were about to find out just how rough he could be.

With your permission through the nod you gave, Mingi carefully let your left leg off of his shoulder so when he take your bottom off, there would not be any intrusion. The hands that were on your breasts slid down your body, his fingers catching on the hem of your shorts as he purposefully let his thumb rest on your mound, directly on your nub. The pressure he put made you whimper out, surprised at the suddenness of it. Mingi leaned his body down to press his lips on your stomach so he could drag it down as his hands work efficiently, pulling both your shorts and your panties off to finally expose you in your naked glory to his eyes. When you felt your bottom was free of clothing and the pieces were tossed somewhere on Mingi's floor, joining his sweater, you felt his lips rest on your lower belly. He peppered kisses around the area and only in that area, not going lower which made you frustrated as your cunt could feel his presence so close to it yet it wasn't getting the attention it deserved.

"Is this what you two do when I'm not around?"

You snapped out of your pleasure haze and looked to the side to see Yunho standing in the doorway of Mingi's room. His face was neutral safe for the high tilted arch of his left eyebrow as he took in the position you and Mingi were in. You moved to cover yourself but Mingi remained unbudging, even displeasedly grunting at you. "Am I interrupting?" Yunho joked, chuckling at how you were scattering to try to cover yourself while Mingi looked like he couldn't be bothered.

Finally, with a final push, you were able to get Mingi off of you. In return, he pulled you close to him, shielding your exposed front side from Yunho as he kept a possessive arm around your waste. Perhaps you were seeing things, but for a second you swore you saw something like disappointment flashing on Yunho's face. "You're back from the gym?" Mingi asked, too casually for your liking considering the state you were in. Yunho nodded at Mingi's question dropping his gym back in the hallway, near Mingi's doorway, "Yeah, San wanted to do legs today and I took a shower there before coming home," he shrugged before nodding towards the both of you, "Now, care to tell me what this is?" he asked whilst simultaneously taking his slow steps into the room, closer to where your bare body was, making you subconsciously lean closer into Mingi. The way your body curled to avoid his gaze made the corner of Yunho's mouth twitch, almost breaking out into a grin.

Casually, Mingi shrugged at his roommate, "(y/n) here wants to try taking a big cock so she asked me," he said oh too simply which earned him a slap on his chest. The impact caused him to jolt slightly and turn his gaze from his roommate to you, "What? That's what you told me!" he whined, bottom lip jutting out in a pout while you glared at him, "Well you didn't have to tell him that!" you hissed, embarrassed and annoyed that he so cavalierly shared that intimate information with his equally hot friend. "Whoah," Yunho interrupted just as Mingi was about to answer you, "If you wanna try taking a big cock, why not ask me?" he asked directly at you. Your eyes widened, surprised at the question Yunho asked you. Never in a million years would you have expected to hear such a question from Yunho. He was casually offering himself for you to use.

To be honest, it wasn't like you hadn't thought of him. Between Yunho and Mingi, you were more used to Mingi and you were just so used to being open to Mingi that it was a no-brainer that Mingi was the first person you go to. Just like how you know Mingi was big, you know that Yunho was big too. You can't exactly compare the two because you haven't seen their bare cocks (yet), but you could make an estimation in your brain. But now Yunho's offering his cock for you to use as well if you need it. You were pretty sure your brain was making up shit in your head.

Snapping you out of your shocked trance, you noticed that Mingi was laughing heartily, "Oh dude, she liked you saying that, her pussy was clenching!" He announced. Your eyes widened out of surprise as red covered your face from embarrassment while Yunho broke out chuckling with a grin on his face. "Mingi! How could you say that!?" you scolded, slapping him on his chest again before trying to get out of his grasp in favour of hiding under his duvet but his grip was too tight on you. It was comfortably tight but very restricting, you tried wiggling around to get out but all you found was that you were still trapped and your pussy was rubbed just right on his thighs.

A pair of hands suddenly placed themselves on your shoulders, instinctively making you look up. Yunho was staring down at you with a smile so gentle but in contrast, his eyes has a teasing glint to them. "Don't worry baby, I find it VERY endearing that you want me too," he said in hopes that his words would comfort you even slightly.

At his words, your eyebrows furrowed, noticing something that he said. "I'm sorry, 'too'?" you asked, not sure whether or not you heard correctly. Yunho nodded nonchalantly as if the information he just revealed was common knowledge and/or no big deal at all. But the look on your face said otherwise, it showed him that you really didn't know that you were wanted by him all this time. And Yunho found great pleasure in it, he felt a wave of arousal coursing through him once again. The first time was when he hear Mingi said that you wanted to take his big cock and fit it in your cunt (he was paraphrasing, of course), and now this. You never considered the possibility of Yunho wanting you. He revelled in the knowledge that you were just so precious, especially to him.

The hands that were carefully placed on your shoulders soon made their move, pulling you back so that your body fell onto his toned, strong torso, releasing you from Mingi's grip. Yunho then swooped in to kiss you in his upside-down position. It was quite awkward but it felt nice because somehow Yunho made the position work. Whilst your mouth was occupied by Yunho, Mingi took you off of his lap so he could slide back slightly to reposition and take off his clothing. "Yunho, look," Mingi called, taking Yunho's attention away from you momentarily to point at his grey sweatpants, specifically on the spot you sat on his thigh, "(y/n)'s cunt is definitely dripping. Look at the pool she made," he pointed out, grinning proudly. While Yunho smirked at that, you looked at it in utter horror. "Dude, don't tease her like that, that's actually so hot," Yunho said as he licked his lips, hungry for your taste, before diving down to attach his lips with yours again, not giving you a chance to react his words.

You reacted, however, when Mingi bend your legs on your knees and spread them wide enough to fit himself in between them comfortably. Yunho was preoccupying you so well that you didn't realize what Mingi was up to until you felt his fingers probing your pussy. The feeling was so sudden that you gasped and detached yourself from Yunho but your hand clung to him for support. "You're so wet (y/n), did you start leaking when we started talking about your need to fuck a huge cock?" Mingi asked, smirking cockily as he began to enter you. At the feeling of your opening clenching down on him, Mingi shuddered and exhaled sharply, your tightness was thrilling to him. "Did your previous partners not fuck you right or something? How can you be this tight?" Mingi groaned the more he move around in your pussy, even pulling you slightly forward to him, slightly detaching you from Yunho slightly.

With you preoccupied with Mingi, Yunho took this as a chance to pull away so he could take his shirt and pants off as he kept a close eye on you and Mingi. Mingi had you repositioned by now, laying down on the bed as he busied his mouth with teasing your opening. Yunho felt his dick hardened at the sight of you moaning, back arching with your pebbled nipples pointing to the sky, arms going wild, moving around aimlessly due to the pleasure Mingi was giving you. You froze however when Yunho slotted himself behind you, allowing your body to rise slightly as he rested your head on his chest, moving you around as if you weighed nothing. "I want to touch you too," Yunho whispered in your ear, making your body shudder from the words he used and the way his breath blew on your earlobe. In a flash, Yunho had your left leg in his grip as his right arm reached down your body to dip into your sopping cunt. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation of Mingi's tongue in your hole and Yunho's middle and ring fingers gently pushing your lips apart. "Oh, you're enjoying this so much, aren't you, dirty bitch?" Mingi smirked at your pussy, his lips moving against the flesh that caused you to wince slightly at the unfamiliar feeling. Yunho chuckled at the way Mingi called you a bitch, knowing that despite him sounding like he was degrading you, he really wanted you just as much if not more. "I bet if we try to fuck her, we'll slip right in," Yunho pointed out, making you clench at the thought of taking Mingi and Yunho. "Oh, she likes that, she WANTS that," Mingi chuckled, unlatching his mouth from your cunt while leaving his fingers in your hole, coaxing more of your juices out, "Do you think you're ready to take us, baby?" he asked, wanting you to give him the signal to proceed. Frantically, you nodded, and your hands flew to both Mingi's and Yunho's that were stimulating your cunt, stopping their movements momentarily, "Please, I really need your cocks," you pleaded, glazed eyes staring up at Yunho before going to Mingi.

In a flash, both men took off the rest of their clothing and positioned you so that you were sandwiched between them. Yunho held your body steady with his hands on your waist in front of you as you placed your hands on his broad shoulders. Mingi on the other hand was situated behind you, your legs opened and your ass above his lap with his dick poking at your hole and his hands situated just above Yunho's, his fingers directly on your underboob, softly caressing the skin in a comforting manner. "Are you ready?" Yunho asked when he saw the worried look on your face, "Mingi's going to let you get used to him first and we're going to have the gravity do most of the work," he explained, smiling at you. "You seem to know the mechanism, have you done this before?" you nervously joked, staring down at his obviously large cock. While Yunho laugh at your jab, Mingi spoke up from behind, "Kinda surprised that you let me go first, but thanks man," he grinned. Yunho nodded and shrugged slightly at Mingi, "Yeah, you're smaller than me so between the two of us, she might be comfortable taking you first." Mingi furrowed his eyebrows and let his left hand off of your body for a bit to punch Yunho on his chest, "The fuck are you saying, we're basically the same size!" he protested, not liking that Yunho called him small. Technically small-er but still, Mingi didn't like that. With a roll of his eyes, Yunho nodded in Mingi's general direction, "I'm just saying, yours looked slightly slimmer than mine," he reasoned. Mingi was about to say something when you groaned and turn to glare at Mingi and Yunho, "Okay, can you both stop logging at each other's dicks and help me with my problem?"

The tip of Mingi's dick intruded your hole with a shift of his hips, effectively shutting you up as the annoyance on your face changed into one of shock; your eyes rolled back and your jaw went slack. Yunho's eyes darkened at your expression, delighted that he was able to get a front-row seat to look at what a big dick did to you. "I'm sorry baby, how is it now?" Mingi mocked, hands going back on you but this time it covered your tits. "S-so- so big," you gasped out as you inhaled sharply. The tip was bigger than you expected and maybe Mingi's tease was right earlier, maybe your previous partners have not been fucking you correctly because the feeling in your cunt was nothing like you felt before. Your previous experience was nowhere near what Mingi was giving you right now. "That's it, take your very first big cock," Yunho said, eyes trailing down to look at the way your thighs trembled slightly from Mingi's intrusion, "Do you think you can take more?" he asked. You bit your bottom lip as you mulled it over, thinking how even the tip affected you that much, were you able to take more? But hell if you weren't determined. So you quickly nodded to Yunho, your left hand reaching back to Mingi's knees to let him know that he could try to slide in more.

It was a good thing that Mingi made sure you were wet first because when he pushed in, you could feel a slight burn. His dick was stretching you out and it was uncomfortable, to say the least. With a whimper, your body dropped forward, the hands that were braced on Yunho's shoulders now enveloped it completely as you held on for support. Mingi was about halfway in your cunt when he stopped, wanting to make sure you were used to more of him before he could slip in more. Practising self-restraint was so hard for Mingi as your walls were clutching on him so tight it was like a vice. Yunho saw how Mingi's head hung low and his biceps trembled slightly and he could only imagine how amazing you felt. The more he thought about it, the more aroused he got, he could feel his cock twitching and from your position, you could feel it too. But with being so overwhelmed you couldn't even make a comment about it.

"You're doing so good, baby," Yunho cooed to comfort you, his hands gently caressing your thighs in assurance as Mingi dipped his head down to pepper kisses all over your back. "I wanna do better," you groaned out, surprising both men when you voluntarily sunk down with a cry as your head was thrown back. Your senses were overwhelmed as you could hear your heart pounding in your ears and your eyes watering, your skin felt slick with sweat and your thighs felt like they were burning. "Shit," you cursed when you felt yourself not being able to take more. You swore it felt like Mingi's dick had no end as you take every inch of him but still felt more. Both men knew it was the most you could take at that moment and they were amazed at how you were doing so far. To distract you, Mingi played with your breasts, flicking both nipples and massaging the soft flesh as Yunho reached down to stimulate your clit. You were glad they did so because although there was still pain from your hole being stretched, you could feel that pleasure was doing such a great job distracting you.

"You felt so amazing (y/n), how could you keep your cunt away from me this long? I should've fucked you from the moment we met and have you fucking yourself on me this whole time," Mingi moaned when he sneakily tried to move slightly and was delighted when he heard you hum lowly in pleasure instead of wincing. Hearing Mingi use such language and talk to you in such a way was thrilling, you loved hearing how much he wanted you and now hearing that he was lusting after you made your head feel fuzzy and your stomach churning in the best way. You couldn't even help but clench down at Mingi's dick which elicit a groan of pleasure from Mingi.

Yunho raised an eyebrow at his friend's statement and scoffed, "What makes you think she would've even wanted you? Maybe she wanted to fuck herself on me instead," he questioned. Mingi raised an eyebrow as he slowly pulled away and pushed back in again, making you bite your bottom lip to suppress a moan. "She came to me first to ask for help, if that's not proof, you're crazy," he scoffed. "Please," you started, head dropping even lower to rest on Mingi's shoulder, "I asked you because we're just closer and- ah," you whimpered when Mingi bucked up slightly, "You were here." Yunho couldn't help but laugh and peck you on the lips, "See, Mingi?" he teased, lifting his arousal-covered fingers to your mouth so you could taste yourself and clean them for him, "You were just available so technically speaking, you have the same opportunity as a dildo," he poked. In disbelief, Mingi propped you up better in his strong grip and pressed his cheek to yours, "Oh, so you wanna get used to me so when you seduce Yunho, you can take him like a champ? Can you believe that Yunho? (y/n) here wants your cock as she's fucking herself on my cock," he chuckled darkly as he eyed his friend.

In a flash, Mingi began moving in and out of you, teasing you by going as far as slipping completely out of you and bucking back in. The impact would've sent you tumbling forward but Mingi was holding you in a jealous vice. It was probably a bad idea that you poked fun at him like that but you honestly couldn't complain when Mingi was taking you so well.

The pleasure seemed to dull your attachment to reality because just as Mingi pulled out, you felt something thicker entering you. Your eyes widened as you tried to shake your head to regain your senses. It was blurry, but from the way Yunho was staring deep into your eyes with his teeth gritting, you realized that he had pushed his cock inside you. If it weren't for both men's grip on you, you were willing to bet that you would've slumped down because you couldn't feel your legs. You were sure they were shaking, but you couldn't really feel them.

"Fuck, how did you not immediately fuck her, Mingi? She's so tight and warm," Yunho groaned through gritted teeth, trying his best to not immediately snap his hips up. With his length (which you were sure not all of them) inside you, you could definitely tell that Yunho was right, he was bigger than Mingi in terms of girth but their lengths were maybe the same. "Shit," you moaned out, hands clutching onto Yunho so tightly that your nails were digging into his skin, "More, I need more," you stated, surprising both men. "Are you sure?" Mingi asked, pushing your hair away with one of his hands to look at your face better, "Don't you think you need to adjust first?" he worriedly added, genuinely not wanting to hurt you. But you were determined, nodding firmly and even pushing yourself off of him to situate yourself in a straight sitting position, "I will get adjusted by having you both fuck me," you stated, pouting at Yunho that made him just positively melt, "Please?" you begged.

Both men shared a look and nodded, wanting to give you what you were asking of them. They repositioned their hands so they could have a better grip on you before Yunho began moving slowly to accommodate your adjustment. Thankfully, having taken Mingi beforehand and with the slick you produced, Yunho found it easy to move and you did not feel as much pain as the first time. After a couple of thrusts, Yunho finally moved to slip himself out and Mingi slipped back inside you. The difference in girth was a blessing for you as you felt like you were given the chance to take a breath momentarily. The pain was almost completely gone at this point, all you could feel were pleasure but you knew that you still couldn't take them both harshly. You were glad that both men were putting you first and moving slowly, proving to you that they indeed kept up with their words that they wanted to help you.

They fell into a rhythm soon enough, slipping in when the others slipped out, stealing moans after moans from your mouth from pleasure. You felt like you were in cloud nine, finally understanding why your friends made such a big deal about taking a large sized cock. Although, you'd have to admit that it wasn't just because of their size that you were having such a pleasurable time. Had it not been for the fact that it was your friends helping you, you might not be having this much fun. You loved their possessive yet caring grip on you as they made a mess of your cunt. You were sure that there was a pool right underneath you, a mixture of your cum and their precum dropping onto the sheet bellow.

You didn't even realize when you finally came. Mingi had just re-entered you after Yunho bucked up into you harshly when your body froze and your muscles tensed up, your thighs closed slightly and your head was thrown forward onto Yunho's shoulder as you climaxed dramatically with your body shaking. Mingi's eyes rolled back as he felt your pussy clenching and gushing, the warmth of it was enough to make him cum inside you, not having enough time to pull out.

When you and Mingi slumped back, you rested on top of him as he supported his body weight with his arms, you noticed Yunho towering over you with a smirk on his face. "My turn," he said as he started to pump his dick in his hands. You watched him trying to get himself to cum using the image of you being so spent on top of Mingi and you can't help but think that it was hot. Your pussy clenched down onto Mingi's dick that was still inside you, forcing a mixture of both of your cums to leak down to your ass. Mingi moved to spread your legs widely for Yunho, letting them rest over his own legs as if he was telling Yunho where to cum. Yunho's eyes zeroed in on your puffy lips, hole stretched with Mingi's still hard dick in it and glistening with arousal. It didn't take much for him to reach his climax and painted your pussy and stomach white with his cum. Even when he dropped back, you could still see his tip spurting out the white liquid and his cock twitching.

Finally, when things wind down, you closed your eyes and let your head rest on Mingi's shoulder. The room was filled with the scent of sweat and sex, no one talked so it was quiet save for the sound of the three of you panting, trying to catch your breaths. Despite the tiredness, both men were proud of what they did, happy even that they were able to help you. Sure, you didn't take them completely, but they took their win as they didn't hear you complaining.

What surprised them was what you said when you opened your eyes again, lifting your head to look at both of them before announcing your plan.

"Give me 10 minutes, we'll go again."

Though, how can they say no?

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