#I hope I don't mess up folding the shape

[toiletpotato]

going to try to make samoosas today because I want to eat them but don't want to pay $7 for two

[erinfern0]

intoxicated.

simon "ghost" riley x afab!virgin!reader

— gender-neutral nicknames, afab anatomy, only pronouns used are you, etc.

summary: soft simon and his darling spending a cute evening together on discovering your body, slowly falling more in love with being intimate.

warnings: soft simon obsession, two cuties in love, marks, kissing, fingering, etc.

a/n: based on this request! it's longer than i expected, but i hope you don't mind.

Simon was obsessed with you, smitten, enamored. Watching you lie there, completely bare, allowing him to get to know your body in such a different way.

Before, it was just light touches and prolonged make-out sessions. He adored the way you slowly unraveled in front of him, telling him exactly what you needed. As much as he loved your guidance, he was intoxicated with teasing you with it.

“Where, baby?” his voice was hoarse with arousal as you toyed with the hem of your t-shirt. Simon's fingers made tiny shapes all over your knees and thighs as he lay beside you on the bed, his arm resting under your head to have you even closer.

You mewled, “Simon…” as he pulled his hand away, seeing your thighs shaking in a silent beg for him to get closer to your already soaked, but clothed cunt.

For anyone else, it would be embarrassing how easily wet you get from those simple touches and his body right beside you, but with Simon, everything felt so good, so comfortable, you never felt that way.

The only thing except for the arousal that you felt was pure torture, laying down on your shared bed, watching him work you relaxed by teasing some of the most sensitive areas without touching the most important one.

“Shh, 's okay, love.” he cooed into your ear, moving his hand lower. He didn't even have to put any pressure for you to spread your legs open, draping one of them over his lap. “Where?”

Simon chuckled wholeheartedly, kissing your temple to praise you silently as he grabbed a handful of your inner thigh, just holding the soft plush of your skin in his palm.

Your mind was so hazed, almost dizzy, as you closed your eyes, feeling his nose draw familiar shapes on your cheek. You couldn't make up a coherent sentence in your head, so you just wrapped your much softer fingers around his wrist, pulling him toward your center.

As soon as his warm palm rested on your slicked panties, putting barely any pressure, allowing you to gasp hazily from his warmth. “There.” you choked out, a playful smirk on your lips as you opened your eyes again.

Simon's pupils dilated, catching your gaze. Dark browns now looking almost perfectly black, staring at you with so much affection it almost made you cum right there, like this.

“Cheeky little minx.” he groaned, his fingers gently playing with your folds over the cotton of your underwear. His voice made you gasp again, fingers tightening their grip on his wrist in an attempt to make his moves faster.

Simon just hummed into your hair, nuzzling his face into it as he moved your panties aside, collecting your arousal on his fingertips to spread it all over your swollen, twitching, aching clit.

Your hips started grinding against the sheets as if they had a mind of their own, adding to the pleasure coiling in your lower stomach. That's when you felt his lips leaving kisses in your hair and moving lower, to place some more on your neck.

The stubble on his face and the way it rubbed into you made you giggle, your free hand playing with his hair. Your actions, especially the way you tugged on his ends, made him groan into your exposed collarbones as he left marks on them.

“You're drivin' me wild.” he muttered while pulling his stiffened arm from under your head to kneel right between your thighs. His hair was a true mess, shaped as you played with it before, and his cheeks were flushed.

Towering over you, Simon leaned down to catch your lips, erasing the playful smile you had. The kisses felt hungry and sloppy as he swallowed every single one of the little moans that left you when he added another finger to soothe tight circles over your clit.

Your legs tightened their hold on his hips when you felt his bulge, pressing into your inner thigh. As your hand reached down to tug on his belt, Simon moaned into your mouth from how much you were tempting him.

His fingers slipped down your slit to circle your entrance. You pulled back from the kiss, cupping Simon's face to see his eyelids fluttering, brows furrowing in confusion.

Such a simple tease made him crave more of you, lips quickly following yours, but you turned your head with a chuckle. That little laugh of yours caused shivers to run down his spine, his head nuzzling in the valley of your breasts with a groan.

He didn't let your actions go unnoticed, his finger slowly easing its' way into your slick entrance, caging him inside with the greedy clench he loved so much. The soft, subtle wave of his fingertip pushing against your g-spot.

His lips latched onto your nipple, sucking at teasing it by grazing his teeth over it before adding another finger. You threw your head back with a sharp inhale.

Simon's head instantly jerked up to see if you were all right. His worry made you yelp in frustration as he stopped moving his fingers in and out of you. “You 'kay there, love?” he rasped, hiking up to make eye contact with you.

Grinding your hips, you nodded your head, catching your breath right before he moved his fingers again. His thighs were tensing underneath yours, trying his hardest not to grind too much against you. This was all about you.

Watching you trust him so much, lying bare and gasping so cutely every time he hit that sweet little spot that made you see stars. You moaned his name, tugging on his hair as you came.

Your choked gasps, tiny sobs and twitches of your thighs, and that tight fucking clench made him drunk, intoxicated with love and admiration towards you. His kisses on your tits turned into light pecks and nibs over your smooth, sweat-covered skin as he pulled his hand away not to overstimulate you too much.

Licking your slick from his digits, Simon slowly soothed your tired thighs with his palm, chuckling as he wiped your arousal away with his wrist. You exhaled deeply, pulling him in by his shirt to connect your lips again, tasting yourself off his tongue.

Your hands traveled under his shirt, teasing the toned muscles under your fingertips as he rested on top of you, supporting his body weight on his forearms.

It was soft, quiet, and warm, the way he held you, embracing you with not only his body on top of yours, but also his calming scent made you feel drowsy. His soft hums against your chest helped you sync your breathing with his, playing with his hair again.

It was perfect this way. Taking things slow and gentle, with someone you truly loved. You didn't need words to know just how much you two were intoxicated with each other. Falling asleep in each other's arms after such a wonderful time spent together was always the best way to end the day.

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[oreo-creampie]

𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚; 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?

𝟕𝐤 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: established polyship, mating press in the air, mikasa squirts in your face, oral (giving), praise, jealous!eren, light begging, hints of overstimuatlion, mikasa sucks on your clit and licks your cock stuffed cunt, spanking, Eren is fucking you roughly, mikasa has a tongue pierced, Daddy/mama/sweetheart

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: congrats 7k Eren lil mean & from the back wanting to know whose pussy that is 🥵 eating out mikasa if you want to add not needed

Oreo; thank you! I hope you enjoy it's so much fun to write for the two of them!

Eren’s tight grip on your hips can't keep you from bouncing from each harsh, quick thrust. Rubbing your face in Mikasa’s beautiful, soaking wet cunt. Stroking her clit, her soft squishy cunt is spasming around you. She’s so close, you want her to make a mess on your face.

Rubbing her puffy pink clit faster. She squeezes your head with her muscular thighs. Eren grunts, “Whose sloppy, needy cunt is this?” Slapping your ass, squeezing your stinging cheek. Whining into Mikasa’s beautiful sensitive cunt.

Mikasa pleads, “Don’t stop! Let her keep eating me out daddy please daddy! Please daddy! I’m soooclosseednnnn!” Her breathy words slur into loud sweet moans you’re getting off on. She’s beautiful begging for your tongue, trembling beneath you, her cunt spasming on your tongue.

Eren leans over your body, his hard chest pressing against your back. Groaning in her ear, “Does mama pretty little cunt taste good huh? You like eating her out while Daddy fucks ya from the back? Hmm! Your soaking wet cunt ‘s bein’ honest clenchin’ me.” The angle Eren is at increases the intense sweet pressure when his cock rubs your sweet spot.

Mikasa squirts on your tongue. Spreading her quivering legs apart, driving her hips down into the bed. You’re relentlessly rubbing her clit faster, drinking her mouthfuls of her gushing cumming. She’s quivering and whimpering, “Please baby! Darling! Daddy! Nnnn! Please sweetheart!”

Eren pulls you out from between Mikasa’s legs by your hair. He pulls you upright, grabbing one of your thighs, folding it up in the air. Giving Mikasa a better view of his fat, veiny tan cock stretching your poor little cunt wide. “Remind us whose tight, dripping cunt belongs to!”

Mikasa gets on her knees, admiring your beautiful, soft body and squelching cunt. Grabbing your other thigh, lifting it off, licking your clit. “Please sweetheart, we want to hear who makes your beautiful cunt feel so good your cumming so hard you can't think.” Both of them holding you off the bed, leaving you unable to do anything but take Eren’s merciless thrusts. With Mikasa sucking on your clit.

Eren fondles your breasts, playing with your nipple. “You do! Only daddy and mama can make my sloppy needy cunt feel so good. I’m your beautiful sweetheart! No one else’s!” Shifting your hips, squirming unable to take the intense pleasure.

Eren fucks you harder. “Nnn daddy you’re gonna bruise my cunt! Don't stop! It’s too much. Nnnnmmama’s tongue ring! Right there please.” Cumming, clenching him tighter, acutely feeling the throbbing of his puffy veins, the shape of his thick head, and the softness of his skin.

Eren croons, “Imma bruise your lil’ cunt huh? Daddy’s cock too big and hard for your tight beautiful cunt to take? Does mama’s tongue feel that good on your pretty puffy clit?” Mikasa pulls away from your clit with a soft pop. Licking your your stuffed hole.

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[ymechi]

Who is the real Creator?

Sorry this took so long I have so much to say but I have no idea where to start. I hope you guys are okay with how it ended and the decision I made. This is a yandere au but with Nahida it is platonic (and the rest of the underage characters).

-TW: cult au, yandere, impostor au, mentions of being hunted down, mentions of trauma, self harm (nothing major)

-Gn reader and darling (please tell me if I mess this up message me and I will fix it)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, this is part 5, part 6

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Reader began to unpack their stuff, it was mostly clothes and books, everything else like cooking utensils was unnecessary as there were attendants who would handle stuff like cooking and cleaning. Reader guessed that was the perks of being an Archon.

The room was a bit of a mess the large doors were open and the boxes littered the floor with various trinkets and Readers personal belongings. 

One should not look down on how much stuff one can gather, even in a foreign world. Soon they would be able to write poems with how well their vocabulary had gotten.

Reader took out a shirt and folded it neatly putting it inside the nicely carved wardrobe. They felt a little out of place in the spacious and very fancy room. Yet there was a certain charm towards it, Reader especially loved the tall glass windows that let the sunlight in.

"I see you are already settling in."

"Oh, Nahida! I did not see you there, yeah I thought it was best to do it while I could."

"You know there are attendants if you ever need help, please don't feel too bad it's their job after all."

"Well if you put it that way. . . I guess I could use a hand with the rest of the clothes." 

Reader had underestimated how many clothes they had, it was boring to fold them and sort them all. They had bought most of their clothes and personal items as both Nahida and Reader did not know the extent of the tension that Darling's reveal would cause.

They looked through the boxes and one object caught Readers eye. It shined as the sun reflected on it. Reader took it out and observed it. This was a gift Darling had given them, it was a Fanoos that was intricately carved and made out of polished gold. The lantern's glass was made out of various colors in geometrical shapes. Overall it was very beautiful something Reader would like.

Speaking of. . .

"Nahida what will happen to Darling after. . . you know?"

Nahida watched the lantern that was in their hand without saying anything and then looked at Reader with a smile.

"It was decided that they would go to an isolated temple in Inazuma for their own safety. Even if they are innocent we can't be too careful what others might do."

Well, at least Darling would be safe there was no need to worry after all they had the Raiden shogun. Inazuma would be far away though.

They looked at the Fanoos, it would be pretty to add it near the nightstand. . . There was already a lamp there, so they decided to put it on a bookshelf instead.

"It looks very nice on the shelf there," said Nahida.

"Yeah, I am glad you think so too," replied Reader.

Reader saw a familiar hat figure silhouette from the open door. It was Wanderer as they had expected, curiously he was carrying several moving boxes as well.

"That is right I forgot to tell you Wanderer decided for extra security to move in here as well, I saw no reason to turn him down."

"O-oh but is it fine for him to just move like that because of me?"

Wanderer must have heard the conversation as he turned to look directly at them. He nodded toward Reader who gave him a small wave. After the status of Readers creator-hood was revealed Wanderer had taken to being polite to Reader but after some more nagging on their part, he had mellowed down a bit. He did tease them from time to time as was normal between them.

Reader hoped with time they could go back to the usual scowling Wanderer who did not hesitate to say what was on his mind.

However, that did make Reader ponder why he turned polite while Nahida stayed the same.

Reader must have been staring at Nahida as the Archon looked at them with a tilted head.

"I see you two are talking behind my back, not very nice I must say."

"We were just talking about your new living arrangements," she looked at Wanderer with an innocent look, "you know, it made their grace feel really bad."

Reader snorted at Nahida's jab at getting into Wanderer.

Wanderer looked surprised but sighed looking at Reader with a sincere expression they did not expect to get today.

"There is no need to concern yourself with that I chose to move out of my own violation, no one forced me to."

Reader gave an awkward smile and wrung their hands together.

"Alright, but I still feel bad-," Wanderer sighed at Reader, "let me finish! I feel bad so if you need any help come to me okay?"

Wanderer looked like he was about to turn down the offer until Nahida interjected.

"Actually since you both are moving in how about we all take a shopping trip to buy decorations, you can then ask Reader for advice on what to buy, two birds in one stone."

"A shopping trip sounds nice," Reader said and looked at Wanderer with hopeful eyes.

Wanderer closed his eyes and sighed.

"It seems you won't let this go, fine then let me put these stuff down and we can go down to the market."

Nahida and Reader looked at each other with a smile. It was going to be a fun trip.

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.

.

The sunset this day was a bright crimson and was fading into orange at the horizon. There was no cloud in sight. the people were gathered near the central temple in Sumeru. One of the Creator's temples. Reader grimaced.

They adjusted their hood once again feeling nervous not to get caught. Wanderer held their hand more tightly and they gave a squeeze back feeling thankful.

Soon one of the heads of the religion came out near the podium.

The people were confused and some were curious but it was clear soon everyone would find out what the gathering was for.

Nahida stepped up as well, and she began to speak. Then the priest took over and Reader watched everyone's face turn to shock and outrage.

Impostor.

Reader clenched their jaw and held Wanderer's hand tighter. He did not flinch or let go.

Nahida and the priest calmed the people down in the end but there was still much tension left.

By the end of it Reader and Wanderer left the place.

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They met Nahida outside of a meeting room. She looked exhausted and Reader's heart ached. With clumsy hands, they took out a juice bottle they had.

"You look tired, please take some."

Nahida gave a small smile and nodded.

"Thank you."

Her voice was small and a bit hoarse no doubt from all the talking. Once again Reader felt awful not being able to do anything, especially since Nahida was a dear friend.

"Please don't worry about me I am fine, as an Archon this is one of the many duties I must attend to," her face turned more serious looking at Reader, "I am afraid we are not done yet this is your turn now."

Reader's shoulders squared and they nodded. Right, it was their turn now. No more running away and this time they were not alone either. Reader looked at their friends and gave a reassuring smile.

Nahida smiled and nodded at them before turning and opening the door.

It wasn't as intimidating as they had imagined when they entered the room. It was decided for Reader's sake they would ask the acolyte and Archons who would be able to attend to come and not tell anything of the importance of the meeting. Naturally since the recent announcement from the church most would be busy, only those who had time would come and it would not be a large group. It was better for Reader to start off small Nahida had recommended and they agreed.

The Archon’s that were able to attend were unsurprisingly Venti and Zhongli. Yet most people in the room would be unaware of the importance of such figures.

As they entered Nahida stepped in front of them while Wanderer walked behind them, they felt rather safe this way.

The others who had arrived were Diluc, Lisa, Cyno, Kujo Sara and Chlorinde. Quite the cast had come. Now all of their eyes were on the trio but mostly on Reader as they stood in front.

Nahida stepped up to speak but Reader beat them to it putting a hand in front of her, all while still looking at their audience.

The sky outside was just as red there was an odd silence in the wind. The shadows on the acolytes' faces deepened and their eyes became glaring embers of accusation evident on their eyes.

Impostor.

They had thought a lot about what to say, and there were many words and accusations they wanted to scream at the top of their lungs until Reader's voice became hoarse and dry. Yet what were words when actions could speak louder?

They took out the same kitchen knife from before on that day from their pocket. They did not bother to look at their reactions. Reader took out their palm and cut it and watched as it bled a brilliant gold. They were still unused to the sight themselves and took a moment to admire it.

They heard a sharp breath. Before anyone could speak they threw the knife onto the table.

Reader then left the room.

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[siriussslut]

Okay, oh, hi. Well, to be honest I'm still not sure how to do this (requests) I hope I'm not doing it wrong. I was really happy to have someone writing about Pandora Rosier because I never liked anything about her, so I was very happy and her writing was so good to read, seriously, I loved it. Well, I wanted to make a request to Pandora Rosier: a girl reader, being a Ravenclaw (you don't need to specify her personality but if you want, preferably her being grumpy and sarcastic, the type who only lets loose with friends), let's say she and Pandora are best friends and Pandora kind of is a little bit ( quite) obsessed with the reader, she has photos of the reader, videos, knows practically everything about her, the times of all her classes, favorite films and songs, even the jokes that the reader prefers, she certainly knows, maybe Dora stole some of your intimate parts too (maybe...) the reader begins to notice that her intimate pieces are disappearing and mentions this to Pandora, who just acts misunderstanding and surprised (she was the one who stole it) well, the reader goes to Pandora's room for the weekly two-thirty study session finds Pandora masturbating and sighing the reader's name, she is a blushing, wet mess and there are many, many photos of the reader spread across the bed and well her panties too (I really like your imagines with Pandora being evil and in charge but I wonder how serious she is if she's in love with her best friend who doesn't seem to see her as anything more than that) Note: the reader definitely has a huge crush on Pandora If my request offended you in any way I apologize, feel free to ignore this request if you wish. :)

warnings: panty stealing, pictures taken without consent, masturbation, stalkerish behavior, degradation, creep!pandora

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you rifle through the mess of clothes on your dorm floor, releasing a grunt of frustration when you can’t find what you’re looking for.

“what’s wrong?” pandora asks, glancing up from her book.

“i swear the house elves are stealing my underwear! i have, like, only two pairs now. and my bras too!”

she shrugs, propping herself more comfortably on her bed. “that’s so weird.”

you mope around the room, searching for a clean pair and she goes back to reading.

she pauses again after a few minutes. “hey, you could borrow a pair of mine if you want. if you need to, i mean.”

“really? thanks.” you turn to her closet and grab a lacy blue pair, pulling it under your skirt in front of her. “okay, i gotta get to class. thanks again!” you grab your stuff, leaving the room in a hurry.

the second she’s alone in the room, pandora yanks the loose floorboard beneath her bed, fishing out a box hidden inside. she sets it gently on her bed, spilling the contents onto her sheets.

she feels herself grow wetter as she studies the hundreds of pictures she has of you. they range from photos together, photos you’d asked her to take, and photos you don’t even know exist.

she grabs a particularly rough photo. her favorite, obvious from the photo’s stickiness.

you’re facing away from the camera, patting shampoo into your hair. water trails down your naked body, dripping past the swell of your bare ass.

pandora can’t help but imagine that ass stuffed into her panties, sitting in transfiguration class (and soon charms. she knows your schedule by heart).

she imagines your beautiful pussy, wet and glistening against the thin fabric.

she pushes down the panties on her own pussy. your panties. dirty and used, still smelling of the space between your thighs. she traces a finger down your silhouette, following your every curve as your body moves.

she pulls out the rest of your undergarments from the box. bras molded to the exact shape of your chest, panties that have spent hours against your folds.

she spreads the photos across the bed, pressing a pair of particularly strong-smelling panties to her face. she inhales deeply, pushing a finger into her hole.

she’s loose at the mere thought of you, dripping.

she plays back the memory of you sliding into her underwear. your slutty little skirt flew up a little, giving her a quick flash of your cunt, flushed and fresh.

you scoff, watching the small creatures unleashed from sirius’ bag fly around the room. professor flitwick is standing on his desk, trying to get them under control. the four boys at fault are laughing together, the morons.

you roll your eyes at them and leave the classroom. it’s clear the lesson will not be resuming. you make your way through the hallways, watching the moving portraits on your way back to your dorm. you finally make it, climbing up the last flight of stairs.

you turn the doorknob to your room and freeze.

“oh, y/n… faster!” pandora’s voice is high and pitchy. you hear wet squelches, and the stench of sex is thick.

what. the. fuck.

you step inside to find her naked on her bed. hundreds of pictures litter the space before her. and your missing underwear? she’s surrounded by it. she has a small, pink pair in her mouth, sucking on the part lightly bleached by your discharge.

she has three fingers shoved up her cunt, and her sheets are soaked. her other hand is fondling one of your bras. her eyes are shut tight.

she pulls the bra up to her face, burying herself between the cups.

after watching her for what feels like hours, you clear your throat, ignoring the aching in your pussy. you’ve been wet since you put on her underwear, unable to stop thinking about how you’re basically touching her cunt.

she jumps, tearing her eyes open. they’re as wide as saucers. “y-y/n?”

“i see you’ve found my underwear.” you step fully inside, shutting the door behind you.

she’s frozen. “i-it’s not what it- it’s not what it looks like!”

“are those photos of me?” you finally look at the pictures covering the bed. there’s hundreds of them, each one featuring you.

your back tingles when you lay eyes on one that was taken while you showered.

you grab it. it’s hard and sticky. she’s clearly had her share fair of fun with it.

you can’t help but grow wetter as the full reality of her obsession with you sinks in.

“y/n, i’m so—”

“how about you try the real deal?”

“…what?”

you slowly unbutton your shirt, keeping your eyes pinned on hers. you toss it away, along with your blue tie, leaving you in a black bra.

pandora’s breath hitches.

you reach back to unclasp your bra. your breasts bounce out and it falls between the two of you, joining the rest.

you lower your voice to a whisper. “go ahead. feel them.”

pandora’s eyes are glued to them. her pupils are as wide as they can go. she reaches out tentatively, gently placing her hands on your flesh. she scoots closer, grabbing them both with each hand.

“are they better than my bras?” you whisper.

she surges forward to kiss you. fireworks explode in your head. she pinches down on your nipples, scooting even closer until she has to wrap her bare legs around your hips.

her soaking pussy presses against your skirt, dripping unbridled desire onto your uniform.

you slip your tongue into her mouth, licking the inside. she tastes of pussy, no doubt from practically gnawing on your dirty underwear.

you finally break apart to breathe. “get out of your skirt,” she orders through pants.

you reach down as you catch your breath.

“now!” she yells. this more dominant side of her makes you feel boiling to the touch.

you throw the rest of your clothes to the floor.

she pushes you onto her bed, still covered with the pictures and panties, spreading your legs wide.

“you’re so fucking wet,” she mumbles, sliding down between your thighs.

she runs a finger between your folds, collecting your slick on the tip of her already wet finger.

“i couldn’t stop thinking about you,” you admit.

she licks you now, reveling in your taste. “you taste like a whore.” she mutters, continuing with her attack on your puffy cunt. “i always knew you were nothing but a slut.”

the combination of her words and her tongue make you want to cry. a few tears slide down your cheeks. “fuck, you’re so good!”

“i’ve been dreaming about this forever.”

her tongue plunges into your hole, stretching out your tight walls. she slides in and out, fucking you with fervor.

you latch onto her hair, pushing her head deeper into you.

one hand fondles the flesh of your thigh, kneading red marks into your skin.

her other hand teases your clit. it’s engorged and throbbing and so, so sensitive. pandora takes advantage of this, pinching and twisting until pain and pleasure run through your spine.

“fuck!” you scream, speeding her up with your hands.

her tongue is plunging at an inhuman pace now, her fingers pulling and yanking on your sensitive little bud.

finally something inside you snaps. you squirt your juices against her tongue. she pulls back to let you fully paint her face, coating the pictures on her bed.

she laps up at the wet liquid covering everything in sight like a starved woman, shaking and wanting.

[professional-yapper]

Proximity pt. 2

Neteyam x Olangi! Reader

Warnings: none just fluff and bonding, reader is kind of shy because they already messed up and don't wanna do it again, reader is in denial

"This will be our home," Neteyam said, ready to pull back the beaded curtain covering the entrance should you want to go inside. He hoped you would, at least. "I built it myself," he adds, trying not to sound like he's bragging but wanting to impress you nonetheless.

Kiri had made the curtain, after much pestering from Neteyam, who, though he hadn't been entirely onboard with the union, still wanted to give you a good first impression, both of him and the home he had built for you both. Kiri was more gifted with that sort of thing anyway.

You touched the beads, eyes widening a little as you turned a few strings over in your hand, admiring the way they sparkled in the sunlight.

There were many different kinds of beads. Some were shaped from glittering stones found in the river, others carved from wood and polished until they gleamed. Some were painted, some left to their natural colour.

All were painstakingly threaded onto numerous strings for Neteyam to hang up over the entrance of what he prayed to the Great Mother would be a happy home, even if there was no love in it.

"You like it? My sister Kiri made it for us," Neteyam said eagerly, ears angling forward as his golden eyes searched your face.

"Yeah," you hummed, still looking at the beads. "It's beautiful. Where do you get beads like this?"

Neteyam smiled. "Some Kiri found in the river, others were carved by Lo'ak, and some Tuk brought back from her exploring."

"That's sweet of them," you said, smiling back, ears drooping a little bashfully. "We don't get to have pretty things like this. Because we're nomadic. Everything has to be practical, durable, easily packed away and transported."

Neteyam noticed one of your braids had fallen across your face, the pearly bone beads bumping against your cheek. Without thinking, he reached out and tucked it behind your ear.

You stiffened under his touch but didn't say anything, just kept looking up at him.

"Sorry," Neteyam said, but didn't pull his hand away, instead letting his fingers linger on the curve of your jaw.

The world seems to hold its breath, and you wonder for a brief moment if he's flirting with you or if all Omaticaya are simply this affectionate, regardless of whether you're a fellow Omaticaya or the sheltered Olangi royalty they're being married off to.

You don't want to make another stupid assumption and look like an idiot in front of Neteyam again, so you smile again, tighter this time, lips pressed together in a thin line, and duck away, brushing past the bead curtain and into what is to be your home.

And his, you suppose, but the mating ceremony isn't for a week yet, so you'll be alone in this hut till then.

The beads clack together behind you, and you're dimly aware of Neteyam's burning gaze on the back of your head, but you're distracted by your new surroundings.

It's large and airy, sunlight spilling across the wooden floorboards. A stark contrast to the compact, airtight, dark tents you grew up in. You quite like it, though, if you're being honest. There's a beautiful view of the village on one side, and of the forest on the other, a nameless bird singing in the undergrowth. A warm breeze shifts through the space, carrying with it the heady scent of summer.

You're almost entranced, turning in a slow circle, feasting your eyes on everything. Something hanging in one of the windows catches your eye, and you pad across the floor to touch it. It clinks and rings out merrily under your fingers, and you find yourself looking back to Neteyam for answers.

Neteyam is standing by the entrance, watching you with an unreadable expression, arms folded as he leans against the frame, tail coiling and curling in the air behind him. You wonder what that means. Omaticaya tails are so much more flexible than Olangi tails, and you're pretty sure they use them to convey emotion. You're just not sure which motion means what.

"What is this?" you ask politely, closing your hand around what seem to be slender, hollow metal pipes to stop them from making the sound.

"A wind chime," Neteyam answered, voice warm with barely-hidden amusement. "My mother thought you might like it. Do you not? We can take it down if-"

"No, I like it!" you assure him, taking a final glance at the foreign object before releasing it and continuing to explore the hut.

Everything in it is so solid. So permanent. You've never lived in one place for more than a few months- half a year at a stretch. It will take a while to adapt to not packing up and moving every so often.

At least it's well-built, or as well-built as you can make out. "It's good," you murmur, tilting your head back to look at the roof. Tightly woven plants of some kind, to keep the rain out, you presume, over wooden beams. You wonder if they've ever tried it with animal skin.

"I'm glad you like it," Neteyam says from behind you, and you can hear him moving across the floor, coming to stand beside you, his shoulder brushing against your own. "It will take some getting used to, I guess."

You just hum in confirmation, not moving away, finding that you kind of enjoy the warmth of his arm against yours.

"Your paint's smudging a little," Neteyam added, giving your face a sideways glance.

You frown, hands flying to your face, though you know you won't be able to feel the paint, so carefully and lovingly painted onto your face by your mother for your union. You knew it wouldn't last and you'd have to redo it yourself before the actual ceremony, but the sentiment meant the world to you.

"Careful!" Neteyam said, catching your hands in his, grinning. "You'll smudge it more. It's not-" He pauses, scrutinising your face paint. "It's not that bad. Just a little smear. I'll get it."

You hold your breath as he takes ahold of your face with one hand, gentle but firm, and rubs his thumb across your cheekbone, leaving a red streak down the side of his digit and hopefully cleaning your paint up a little.

"Better," he murmurs, tilting his head, braids spilling across broad blue shoulders.

You didn't realise how attractive he was before. You wish you had. You could've looked at him more, appreciated his beauty more. But no matter.

You could stare at him now, since he didn't seem to be letting go of your face any time soon, and you did, drinking him in greedily, your eyes roaming across big, warm, golden eyes, soft, flat nose that was slightly pink at the end, thin lips that seemed to perpetually be hinting at a smile.

Neteyam took a minute to realise you were staring. Probably because he was staring too. He smiled.

Neteyam smiled a lot, you noted. Kind of like your oldest brother Ru'pa, except Ru'pa smiled at everything because he was an idiot. Ru'pa irritated you. Neteyam did not.

Neteyam smiled and his eyes flickered to your lips. At least, you thought they did. You hoped they did.

His lips parted, and you sucked in a silent breath, praying to the Great Mother that he wouldn't break the serene, warm silence that had fallen over the hut with something commonplace or boring, like more questions about your tribe.

Not that you minded the questions! Just that, for the first time in your life, you realised you wanted to kiss someone. Very badly.

"Do you think I'll smudge your paint more if I kiss you?" Neteyam murmured.

You blinked, then smiled a little too eagerly to be dignified. "I don't mind," you whispered.

Neteyam covered your mouth with his, warm and sweet and tasting of yovo, cradling your face almost reverently.

You were unsure of what to do with your hands, and settled on hooking your fingers into his neckpiece, inadvertently tugging him down a little.

Neteyam made a startled noise against your mouth, eyes flying open briefly, before he kissed you deeper, one arm shifting to slide around your lower back, tugging you closer in turn.

You were glad you two had your own home, honestly. And that it was far from your home, which was rich with exasperating older brothers with no sense of boundaries, who would delight in bursting in this very second and ruining it if they could.

You found kissing was better than you had imagined. More experienced friends back home had regaled you with tales of their own romantic experiences, though at the time it had just seemed dumb and kind of awkward and gross.

It wasn't so bad being proven wrong.

Neteyam's lips warmed you right down to the tip of your tail, and you instinctively tightened your hold on him, seeking to be closer even if it wasn't possible. Your action made him smile against your mouth, like your almost-childish desperation was funny to him.

Finally, he shifted back a little, resting his forehead against yours- which definitely would smudge your paint and possibly get it on him too, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop him. Blinking slowly, reminding you of a palulukan lazing in the sun, he draped both arms around your waist, and smiled again down at you.

You couldn't help laughing as you looked up at him, going a little cross-eyed as you found your paint had indeed smeared on his lips a little.

"What?" Neteyam demanded playfully, catching your tail in his hand and squeezing.

"Nothing, nothing," you said, trying to contain a smile, squeaking as he tugged on your tail lightly.

"C'mon, tell me," he coaxed, releasing your tail and running his thumb across your jaw to your chin, pressing into your bottom lip.

"It's just-" you began, beginning to laugh again, lifting your own hand in an attempt to wipe it off his face. "You've got paint on your face."

Neteyam just shrugged. "Worth it."

Mid-wipe, you registered it properly. The significance of your ceremonial paint on his face. Neteyam's ears pricked forward at the resulting flush creeping up your neck and ears. "What?" he prompted again, tilting his head in that irresistible way.

"You- oh, Eywa," you huffed, turning away, covering your own face. You just couldn't look at him anymore, his pretty fucking face, his hands with your paint smudged all over. Too much of a reminder of what awaits you in a week's time.

It made you hot all over just thinking about it.

I'm just making stuff up as I go along 😞 istg i feel like im repeating lines from other fics but 🤷 share your thoughts please! I love knowing people enjoy my writing!

Why do we think reader is having a mini freak out over Neteyam getting her paint on him?

@rivatar @lunamochii @luvv4j4ybe11

Part 3 >

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Kinktober Day 19: Double penetration + Aphrodisiacs

Pairings: Wakasa x Senju x male reader (polyship)

Warnings: Male!reader, top/dom!reader, sub/bottom!Wakasa, top/switch!Senju, trans characters, double penetration, aphrodisiacs, overstimulation, dacryphilia, breeding kink

Prompt List by: sakuyaserenitykira 🧡

Author's Note: Transgender sex yippee!! This is one of the prompts that I was most excited to write about, I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it 💞🏳️‍⚧️

Well, this wasn't exactly how this situation was supposed to go down... Your original plan was to purchase some special chocolates laced with aphrodisiacs and try them out with your partners. However, one of them was a bit too nosey and discovered your hiding place for said treats, eating several of them as a snack

Now Wakasa was a total mess. A little while after consuming the secret treats, he started to feel strange. The living room became unbearably hot, sweating as the oversized t-shirt that he wore clung to his back uncomfortably. He became restless as a wave of desire crashed over him, causing his exposed pussy to leak all over the couch even as it was untouched

Wakasa called for you, whining your name across the house while his hand clamped over his cunt in an attempt to keep the wetness inside, his other hand gripping the couch cushion below him as he involuntarily humped the hand in between his legs

Senju arrived first, hearing the cries from the next room over and rushing over to check on her boyfriend. “Waka? You ok?” She asked, peeking around the door frame, gasping when she noticed Wakasa fingering himself and biting his hand to stifle loud moans

“What's wrong, baby? You sound like you're in pa–” Your words were cut short when you too noticed the smaller man's situation. His soaked cunt on display for anyone that walked into the room to see, fucking himself with his fingers faster as wanton moans filled the entire room

You exchanged a look with Senju, worry evident on both of your faces as you quickly walked over to the couch. Senju gently placed a hand on his arm and it caused him to whine and arch his back a bit, an incomprehensible pleasure taking over as every nerve was lit on fire at once. Wakasa groaned while taking a hold of her wrist and guiding her small hand to his aching pussy, wordlessly begging the blushing woman to help him. “You pent up or something? Still thinking about last night?” Senju questioned, hesitantly circling her fingers around his dripping entrance before dipping two fingers inside as Wakasa keened in response

Taking a seat next to him, you placed the back of your hand on his forehead to check for a fever. He felt warm, but the rest of his body did too, noticing the sweat pooling on the back of his neck and on the small of his back. Wakasa leaned into every touch, panting as Senju curled her fingers inside of him, finding his g-spot and pressing harder against the sensitive area with every thrust of her fingers

“I-I...I don't know why...aaahh fuck!! ” His stammered speech was cut off as he came. Hard. His slender legs twitching in the air as every bit of oxygen was ripped from his lungs. Senju gently rubbed his wet folds, slowing her movements to bring him down from his high calmly. When Wakasa had relaxed enough to speak coherently, he continued with his earlier sentence, “A-all I did was...I grabbed a snack from your room...” He said, lazily turning his head towards you

Those last three words caused your muscles to tense, remembering where you hid the chocolates and assuming that those were the culprit of this sudden behavior. “Waka... were those snacks in a red, heart-shaped box on my nightstand?” You asked, cupping his face in your large hand. He seemed a little shocked that you could pinpoint their exact location, even though they were in your bedroom...

“Honey... those had aphrodisiacs in them...” You explained, mentally hitting yourself for not hiding them in a better spot. “I bought them for the two of you to try. Maybe spice it up a bit next time we had sex.”

“Oh...shit...” Wakasa curled in on himself, upset that he ruined the surprise but also embarrassed from his desperation. “'M sorry...” He nuzzled into the hand still cupping his warm cheek, fidgeting with your sleeve. You laughed a bit at his sheepishness, shaking your head as you soothed him, reassuring him that you're not mad and that you're glad he's not hurt. Senju rubs his thigh soothingly, though in his current state the gesture instead causes him to squirm and blush. Needy whines reverberate through the room as Wakasa begs you both to help him through this rut, “Please...need you to– need both of you to fuck me...”

Senju's green eyes meet yours for a moment, your lips curling into a smirk as you nod at her, swiftly grabbing Wakasa's ankles and spinning him so that he's lying flat on the couch. You signal for Senju to stand up, instructing her to “Fill our pretty boy's mouth, since he won't be able to control his volume in this state.” She looks down at Wakasa for any signs of disagreement, finding none as he's already tipped his head back, opening his mouth in an eager display. Senju slides her sweatpants down, kicking them off as they reach her ankles then positioning herself above Wakasa's head, letting the tip of her cock rest against his tongue

At the other end of the couch, your own pants have already been discarded, taking in the sight of Wakasa's still wet cunt while you stroke yourself. Collecting some of his juices on your fingers and using that to lube yourself up, the action earning a whine from the man underneath you. His mouth is currently occupied by Senju's cock, gradually working it deeper down his throat and moaning around her length like a whore. Wakasa's hips jerk when he feels your thick cock resting against his folds, rubbing in between his lips and coaxing more of his juices to drip out of his hole

Wakasa's whole body jerks when you slap your dick on his clit a few times before sliding inside, groaning at how tight his pussy feels. His warm walls squeeze around your shaft as it penetrates deeper and deeper, practically sucking you in and clenching to prevent you from pulling out. Senju moans above him as her cock head hits the back of his throat, thrusting sharply to chase that tight feeling of his throat constricting around her

He begins to gag around her length, continuing to moan and wrapping his hands around her thighs to push her deeper down his esophagus. His eyes roll to the back of his head when you both push in at the same time, filling him with two cocks at once. It's you who picks up the pace first, thrusting into Wakasa's pussy as it clenches around you. Gentle hands hold his waist while you fuck him deeply, his legs naturally wrapping around your hips as always

“Aah~ Feels good, Waka...your mouth is amazing!” Senju cries out, rolling her small hips into his wet mouth while her hands explore his chest. She bites her lip as her hips stutter, edging closer to her orgasm with each thrust. Noticing this, you lean forward and grab her chin, causing her lips to part and stick out. She moans into your mouth as you kiss her deeply, sliding your tongue against hers while you thrust into Wakasa harshly, pulling apart slightly to growl into her ear, “Cum down his throat, baby. Chase that feeling for me.” Senju's hips stuttered once again, fucking into that tight hole faster until her body stiffens, dick twitching as she unloads down Wakasa's throat. “Yeah, good girl. Feels good, doesn't it? ”

After leaving another chaste kiss to her lips, you pull away to chase your own release, groaning as your cock glides in and out of Wakasa's pussy with ease. His body craving your load inside of him as his walls squeeze you until you finally cum, filling his sweet little pussy up

The sounds of loud panting and giggling fill the room while all three of you calm down, pulling out of Wakasa gently. He whines at the empty feeling in his mouth and cunt, craving your cocks shoved inside of him desperately. “Shh, I know baby, I know. We're not done yet.” You coo, helping him sit up while his pretty lashes flutter from your hand touching the small of his back

“Lay down, babygirl. You're gonna stretch open Waka's ass next.” Senju blushed at the command, her dick twitching just from thinking about his tight hole squeezing another load out of her. She obeyed your instructions swiftly, getting comfortable on the plush cushions and awaiting your next move

“Touch yourself for me, I want you to be rock hard by the time I'm done prepping him.” You ordered, slipping your fingers past Wakasa's soft lips, grinning when he immediately began sucking on them, clinging to your wrist and pushing your fingers further down his own throat. Your free hand held the back of his head as you fingerfucked his mouth, thrusting your digits in and out like you would to his cunt. Wakasa's eyes rolled back as he choked on your fingers, lewd, wet noises emanating from his orifice until you swiftly removed them. He immediately gasped and coughed while some drool spilled from his mouth

Senju moaned loudly while her hands glided up and down her length, transfixed on the way you slipped your fingers inside of Wakasa's ass with ease, scissoring them and making him cry out while grinding down on your digits. She whimpered when you leaned forward to slap the inside of her thigh, silently asking her to open her legs to make room for Wakasa

Being oh so gentle, you laid Wakasa down on Senju's chest, letting her grip his hips while you stroked her cock a little more, bringing her right to the edge and then stopping. Lining her dick up with his hole and jerking her off until she slipped inside, shallowly thrusting into his tight ass until he was ready to take more. She was so close already, biting her lip and trying to hold back until you were inside of him too, as she was sure you'd punish her for cumming too early...

“Keep moving. Edge yourself, honey. Promise it'll feel so good when you can finally fill him up.” You said, pumping your own dick until you were at full hardness again, leaning down a bit to leave a bite mark on Waka's chest. Lining yourself up next, you slowly plunged back into his pussy, earning a pretty moan from the smaller man. His chest heaved as he was completely stuffed, a visible bulge in his stomach from the two dicks situated inside

Slowly, you began thrusting, your entire member being pulled out before sliding all the way back in. Wakasa's sounds filled your ears as he quickly became a little cockslut, begging for you both, “Aaahh!! Harder! Fuck... right there—!! ” Senju gladly complied, so close to cumming but still holding out because his hole feels too damn good. She cries out for permission, begging you to grant her that before she loses her mind. You decide to be a bit merciful, telling her to, “Cum if you need to, baby. Breed his pretty ass.”

At your request, she shot her load inside of him, hips stuttering wildly as Wakasa screamed her name in pleasure. His hole greedily accepted the fluid by clenching around her cock, milking everything out of her throbbing length while she wrapped her arms around his torso. Senju mewled, as she could still feel your dick pounding Wakasa's cunt. Every thrust rubbing against her own dick, still buried to the hilt within his walls

Your hips snapped into his, causing both of your partners to bounce from the harsh thrusts. “God...I'm so close, Waka. Gonna...breed your little pussy. ” Wakasa's eyes widened, mewling from the mere mention of being bred, which he oh so adored even though he couldn't get pregnant. His breeding kink knew no bounds

Circling his clit with your thumb, you brought Wakasa closer and closer to his release, fucking into him faster to chase your own. You came deep within him, filling his womb with your sticky seed. The feeling of you flooding his cunt caused Wakasa to cum soon after, spasming in between your bodies. Panting heavily, your muscles began to relax, feeling your partners relaxing underneath you

Senju slowly pulled out first, her cock softening while she caught her breath. You pulled out next, slipping out easily with a groan. Rubbing Wakasa's hips lovingly while his hazy mind gradually came to. His eyes focused on your smiling face as you reached out to cup his cheek again, rubbing your thumb across the skin gently

You eventually stood up, lifting Waka off of Senju and setting him down in what was previously your spot, leaning him against the back of the couch then moving over to prop Senju up as well. Dashing off to the bathroom to grab a warm cloth, cleaning the two of them off before doing the same to yourself. Afterwards, you cuddled up with both of your partners, letting each of them get comfortable and nuzzle into your sides as they fell asleep with you

Tagging: @steadybreadbluebird @6kabuki

[renranram]

My Barista ⊹ ࣪ ˖

sfw

where quackity starts to leave paper hearts for barista y/n every single day || short btw

alex had caught an interest for the new barista from the café he had been going ever since he attended college

he liked you because of your personality, he finds you kind, friendly and approachable but never had the balls to talk to you unless he has to order something

“ look, why don't you just talk to them man? it's that simple, just say hi, i find you attractive and shit like that can i get your number? “ his friend, karl, states as alex groans out, fixing his earbuds as he glances at you

the man was in a call with karl, hoping for a collab but it leads on to him ranting about you, “ you know it's not that easy, i mean, just look at them, they're so pretty, and kind, and shit like that “ alex sighs out

“ be glad im filming for a video, if i was there i would be the one to tell them “ karl continues to scold his bestfriend, “ yeah yeah of course you would “ alex chuckles as he fixes his beanie

“ oh, what's that? “ he asks, spotting a heart shaped paper on karl’s background, “ oh, jimmy challenged us to make origamis and stuffs “ karl grabs the heart shaped origami as he got it closer to the camera

“ it's cute “ alex commented as karl shrugs, smug, “ because i made it “ he flips his hair as alex could only chuckle before glancing up at you again

“ uh… how can you make that? “ he asks, “ it's really simple! “ karl exclaims as he guides alex, gently folding the paper in even sides then creating a paper heart

and after that, history was made, at first, he didn't actually mean to leave the paper, he forgot to pick it up because he was rushing, but seeing you smile as you pick up the paper heart, he started intentionally leaving them

and you, didn't mind, you cleaned his table everytime he leaves, hoping he'd leave another and he does, it was kinda awkward every time he orders, the two of you woupd avoid eye contact but both will be a blushing mess

“ see! im literally such a pogger “ karl cheers for him, “ yeah yeah yeah, whatever… the only problem is uhh… i kind of… don't know how to properly talk to them “ he scratches the back of his head

“ bruh “ karl exclaims, “ hm… what about you leave your number on one of the paper hearts? “ karl suggested as alex chuckles, “ fuck no, and make them think im a creep? “

“ come on! just try it, dont be so ballsy “ karl insists as alex pause, “ ill think about it “ he mutters

he left two papers for you this time, a note and the usual paper heart, ‘ open the heart:) ‘ the note states as you slowly unfolds the heart, seeing his number wrote inside

you of course hesistated first, thinking this was just a small joke or a prank but you're unaware how he would rant about you to his twitch chat and friends, his twitch chat knowing you as ‘ his favourite barista ‘

at first your texts are very awkward, but the moment you mentioned a hobby of yours it just immediately clicked, everyday he'd go on the café daily, the two of you would chat if the only customer was him

days go by, and by just a blink, alex lays his head on your shoulder, “ happy anniversary babe “ he mumbles, smiling as he pecks your cheek

“ 3 years “ you added, intertwining your hands with his as you two sat on a park, just admiring the fine summers day, “ is it really that long already? “ he chuckles as alex sits up

“ maybee “ you laugh as you open your picnic basket, setting down the strawberry that alex would always order and some other snacks too of course

as you set things up alex looks at you with admiration and a smile, fixing your hair as he pulls out a paper heart from his pocket, gently handing it to you

“ oh? “ you ask, looking at him in confusion, “ you should unfold it or something “ he smiles at you cheekily

you slowly unfold the neatly folded paper, ‘ will you marry me? ‘ the paper reads out as you gasp, as suddenly alex was in one knee, holding out a small box for you

looking up at you, “ i know this isn't your ideal proposal but uh “ he scratches the back of his head as you tackle him with a hug, already sobbing

you press kisses all over his face, leaving your lipstick marks as alex could only chuckle, gently guiding you to wear your engagement ring

[seawater-aurelia-writing]

Broken { The Break; Chapter 2}

Pairing(s): Fem!MC/Yuu/Reader x TBD

Summary: MC awakens after her fall but the reactions of others make her spiral worse - but not all is as it seems.

WARNINGS

I am not the best at labeling warnings or triggers but I can say that this story is laden with neglect, self-depreciation, self-neglect, anxiety, possible depression and attempts to justify the above. There could be more labels that I can add but i’m unsure how to word them - so please exercise caution.

I liiiiiiiiiiiive! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ I restarted this SO many times and yet I could never get it to feel...'right'...So I hope this lives up to yall's expectations! Sorry for the bad summary lol

One last disclaimer though! I have not seen the entirety of Chapter 6 and I have avoided pretty much all content for Chapter 7 as far as i'm aware. So I may not have everyone exactly in character in new things were revealed for them.

When M/C awoke, she half expected to be in the infirmary as she was when she was knocked unconscious during the Magift Tournament. But the other half of her? 

She didn’t expect much. Be it the stillness of the void around her, or the library floor if Professor Trein left her where she fell – there wouldn’t be much difference. It's what usually happened anyway; She could handle her injuries herself if that was the case. However, she supposed there was some form of upside to being in the infirmary. 

If she was left in the void, how else would she know firsthand how she burdened and upset those around her.

‘It’s so late…’ She thought to herself, gazing out of the window across from her bed. She could barely make out the faintest shape of the moon – a crescent. Even the moon was smiling at just how pathetic she had to look at this moment.

“-C. M/C!” 

Why was it so hard for her to hear? Even as she turned her head slowly, moving her eyes to gaze up at the headmaster beside her, it was as if someone had placed her in a tub of mud. She moved so slowly, without much feeling other than a sharp pain as she tried to rest the side of her head down onto the pillow.

“…Hng..”

“Thank goodness, you’ve finally awoken! It’s been two days already! What on earth did you drink to cause you to create such an awful mess of the library?! You know very well that you cannot ...poultices as other students do because of ... Furthermore, I believe I ...use it for research not as ...a playground!” He ranted but his voice faded in and out as he spoke. But why? Why can't I hear him?

Only an idiot would zone out at a time like this.

Crowley sighed, clearly exasperated when she didn’t attempt to speak.

‘He hates that he let you stay here. Who can't do simple chores?He wishes he never helped you.’

“Once you are ...leave, you are to clean up ...the library. Luckily, ...the matter with you ...I can see.” He continued after a moment, his arms folding over his chest as he gazed down at her. Slowly, it became easier to focus but the ringing in her ears never  "Actually...Our nurse is ...but I see no reason ...release you myself."

“…Y-yes…sir.” She rasped, voice dry and hoarse from lack of use.How long had she been unconscious? But again, did it truly matter? But what did that matter? Clearly, the pain in her head wasn’t real and not a sign of something worse. Why should she expect something else?

'He wants you gone.'

'You're taking up space.'

'Stop being selfish.'

'Because you think you're worth more than you are.'

Ace, Deuce and Grim came to visit her that day at lunch just before her release but the visit felt hollow. They laughed and teased her for her clumsiness, even Deuce smiling a bit at the dramatics of Grim, but none seemed to notice the forced smile that M/C put on her face. None noticed how her eyes twitched at the sharp, spike of pain that formed when they grew louder. 

‘They’re only here because they’re forced to be. Stop thinking about yourself.’

'Just smile. Don't make a scene.'

When M/C had been released earlier that day, she was urged straight to attend the final class of that day rather than go straight to Ramshackle. 

‘Please let this go by fast…’ She thought to herself, letting Rook lead the way to their class as the pain in her head continued to grow. M/C closed her eyes for a moment, missing the way Rook glanced back at her and shifted his body to walk closer to her. 'Please...'

Yet it did not. 

MC felt as if she was on autopilot as she sat in class, sluggishly marking notes where needed and nodding along with the lecture but nothing seemed to sink in, no matter how many times she willed herself to focus in. Rook would boisterously comment on things, his voice jolting her to the present long enough for her to gaze at him and then the teacher before her focus waned once more.

‘You’re so needy.’ Why couldn’t she just move past her little incident? Everyone else already had moved past it, so it clearly wasn’t very important. She had no right to wish that others worry about her. They had bigger things to worry about, more important things to focus on.

Right?

‘Why can’t you handle this on your own?” Why couldn’t she? It was only one day just like the others! It wasn’t even hard! Ruggie had gone without meals more than she had! So obviously, she was just exaggerating. Vil had more things to worry about than she did including an actual career! What right did she have to complain about doing a few favors?

‘You’re pathetic.’

‘A waste of space.’

‘What good is someone who screws up a simple thing?’

‘No one cares.’

‘You’re replaceable.’

‘Forgettable.’

As class ended, MC prepared for her cycle to begin once more and so it did. Rather than go to  dinner, Kalim latched onto MC the moment she was out of the classroom. The pain in her head returned full force with his boisterous volume right beside her ear but she still smiled. 

He offered to help the next time she went to the library since he knew ladders were tricky. 

‘They aren’t tricky. He’s pitying you’

“Kalim, leave her alone. She needs to rest.” Jamil finally said after a few minutes, his eyes not leaving her  as he spoke. He almost seemed to study her before adding, “She isn’t looking well.”

‘Pathetic.’

“Huh,? Oh right! I’m sorry! Go, go rest up! We can plan a group dinner later!” Kalim practically beamed before ushering her away from the cafeteria despite Grim’s many protests and her own stumbling feet.

“B-But -” 

 But they were already on Main Street by the time MC attempted to speak. Why was she always so hesitant when it came to these things? She barely uttered a word in the entire conversation and despite Jamil’s eyes on her, it was as if she wasn’t really a part of the conversation. Just a figure meant to listen but not contribute. 

Always there but never meant to fully be there.

MC didn’t register her body moving as she went towards the direction of Ramshackle, her form practically shrinking in on itself as they went. Grimm was rambling on and on as he floated beside her, while she let her body guide her on a path she had now memorized. 

“…Just…pathetic…” She mumbled, one hand coming up to grasp at the other elbow. That’s what she was, wasn’t she? She didn’t stand out other than being magicless but even then people seemed to forget. No one cared that she couldn’t magically make a situation better, but they expected her to do it anyway. Just like no one seemed to care about her wellbeing but they expected her to always be okay. Thoughts of Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, and Vil drifted into her mind - how each of them experienced their own breaks during the Overblots, how they opened up about what hurt them, how everyone listened and tried to help them. She thought about how Crowley actually brought in special healers and therapists just for them for weeks after their incidents and how they still have check-ins with him to ensure they’re on the right track. 

Where was that for her? Her body couldn’t produce magic, she couldn’t  Overblot to make others realize how badly she was hurt mentally, physically, emotionally. She couldn’t voice her worries because who would listen? Even when she tried to warn her friends about the smallest of dangers, they simply brushed her off. Her words didn’t matter; so why would her thoughts matter.

‘Is that it?’ She wondered, a sudden cold feeling filling her form. What if she truly was the issue? Why was she so focused on having her thoughts and feelings acknowledged when she knew that all others wanted was for her to help them? They are all more important than her pathetic emotions, right? They have a life and future here in their world and it’s clear she’s just an anomaly who may never return to where she was once from. Was she - overvaluing herself? Was it all-

“It’s your fault, you know!” Grimm yelled suddenly, directly in front of her.

MC stopped suddenly, a cold chill rushing through her body at the words. Her fingernails slowly began digging into her skin as she looked into Grim’s eyes. “W-what?”

“It’s your fault!! You know, I had to do cleaning duty!” He complained, his little paws resting on his hips as he scowled. “I wanted to pick up some of that discount tuna before Ruggie got all of it but I was roped into cleaning! Not to mention those creepy twins came at me about something you forgot! And you forgot the library today! I'm not cleaning that just because you're lazy and took a fall! You’re my henchman, not the other way around! Don’t be selfish! ”

M/C this. M/C that. Clean the weeds. Fetch my things. Deliver this. Talk to this person. Clean this, clean that. Keeping busy, always busy.

'It's for the best. They have other things to focus on-'

She stopped walking, her head hurting more and more, as if a little thing was smashing cauldrons over and over against her brain. Her heart joined the rhymed pounding so hard, she gripped her chest in a vain attempt to calm it.

"Stop-" She gasped but couldn't say more as she stepped back, her throat clenching.

'They are more important. Don't deny it'

'They will never care about you.'

'You don't belong here.'

“I know as the Great Magician that I am, that I need to carry the both of us since you're useless without magic but you need to watch it with the - huh? MC?!” Grimm continued, his tone shifting to something MC didn’t want to hear – something she couldn’t hear.

She backed away, one step and then two before rushing off towards the entrance gates of the College. Not once looking back.

Her surroundings blurred as she ran, not taking into account where she was truly going - just knowing that she had to get away, far away. From the Grim, from all of the others, from Night Raven College, from everything.She just wanted it all to go away!

'Useless.'

'Magicless.'

‘Selfish’

"Stop! Stop it!" She sobbed, her breath catching in her throat. Her chest began to hurt more than her head caused her to stagger in her stride. M/C felt herself tumble down and crash down a slope, the brush scratching her as she went down before she hit something hard and frigid. 

She sobbed as the thoughts continued to repeat in her head; Every overblot, every chore, every demand, every reprimand, every expectation, and every sign of disappointment. Why was she truly like this? She wasn’t good for anything but menial tasks due to her lack of magic and still she can’t do any of that right. 

“Make it stop, make it stop, makeitstop…”

She didn’t know how long she laid there, nor how long she was sobbing, begging and screaming for the pain to go away, for the thoughts to go away. The pain in her head only grew the more she cried, and as it grew  - so did that pain and tightness in her chest.

‘Useless.’

‘Useless!’

‘USELE-’

Until the darkness took her under again.

But unlike before - the chill of the darkness grew stronger and more intense until it was the only thing she was able to feel. Just as the voices were the only thing she was able to hear. Repeating their words over and over, in a hell that she couldn’t wake up from.

After what seems like ages, a gradual warmth began to seep into  the darkness around her. A spreading, far reaching feeling spreading across her body but oddly focused around her back and under her legs. 

‘What is…’ She wondered as another sensation came to her slowly, a rocking kind of motion accompanied by a lightness. It reminded her of the gentle swaying of the waves of Coral Sea but was swiftly ruined by the sound of harsh thunder reigniting the pain in her head. A flash of brilliant light flashed across her eyelids, causing her to whimper.

“Are…-ake, dear?” A familiar, deep voice crooned, not loud enough to hurt her head any further but enough for her to hear it clearly.

‘This voice…I know it…I..Why is he-’

‘You’re wasting his time.’

“Shhh, your heart…racing again. You…it’s Lillia…Focus on my breathing, little one.” Lillia’s voice soothed, as the rocking motion slowed - was she being carried? M/C registered the warmth tightening around her slightly as her breath quickened unintentionally.  “Shhh, focus…. You can do it. Think of nothing else but my voice and deep breaths.”

It took what felt like ages before M/C was able to focus on the steady rise and fall of her head in time with Lillia’s breathing. The ache in her chest lightened but the pain in her head did not, only worsening as she attempted to open her eyes. Another flash of lightning, red eyes and furrowed brows.

“It’s best if your eyes remain closed. The storm will only worsen the pain of your concussion.” Lillia remarked, just before more thunder rumbled. “ You worried us all, dear. Especially dear Malleus.”

“C-concussion? B-but I…don’t have a-” She mumbled, turning her head to hide from the storm before a thought flashed through her mind. “T-The library! I didn’t clean i-”

“You will not be cleaning anything nor doing any chores for the foreseeable future, little one.” Lillia cut her off quickly, his soft voice containing a firmer tone than she was used to hearing. “You are injured and have been pushing yourself too hard. Far harder than you should have.”

‘He knows you can’t do it. That’s why he said that.’

‘He knows you’re pathetic.’

“No, n-no I’m not. It’s fine. If anything I need to push harder, heh.” She forced out a laugh, attempting to lighten the atmosphere but Lillia merely sighed.  “I-It’s nothing really!”

“You’ve barely been eating, little one. Silver told me as such and I witnessed it myself; We were going to ensure you ate this evening but you didn’t show. In addition, you’ve been having more accidents than usual and have been unfocused. You. Are.Exhausted.”

“No, it’s fine. I just, if I just finish this one thing then it’s fine. I-I can clean the library super fast and it’s all okay!” She pressed, fighting the urge to cry once more. Had her screw ups been that apparent? She didn’t mean to; She was doing her best!

“But it’s never just one thing, is it?” M/C faintly registered the sound of his shoes upon cobblestone, were they back on campus?  “After this, then there’s another favor that’s asked of you, another assignment, another mess to clean. But – have you had time for yourself, little one?”

“…I-I do at night I have-“ The words trailed off as she tried to think of something. She did have time to herself at night but it was never for long, especially when her thoughts would become so loud or she would get those odd dreams of things she swears she’s seen but can’t fully remember. 

“But you live with Grim,yes? Who boasts about how tidy you keep your shared room…so I can only wonder how much alone time you get in there at all.” He hummed,and for a brief moment MC felt the brush of something soft and silken brush her face. Lilia seemed to shift slightly, curling into her  before the gently swaying became an airy sensation, like she was adrift but his warmth continued to steady her.

“…”

“And let us not forget that Malleus often takes his nightly walks in your area; Often alongside you, yes?  He’s told us that he’s seen lights on in Ramshackle as late as the early morning hours even after he’s escorted you home.”

“Ramshackle…isn’t my home.” She mumbled, her eyes growing hot and tears welled within. “This isn’t my home, I don’t belong and that’s why this doesn’t matter. I don’t know why you’re wasting your time with me; you have better things-”

“Do you know what’s the scariest thing in the world?”

“Huh?”

Lilia’s voice was low as he continued to speak, “Asking for help. You have to open yourself up and admit to yourself and someone else that you need help. That you need someone there to help you stand until you get your footing once again. There’s not many people who can open themselves up to doing that. Magically inclined or not.”

MC thinks of everyone who asks her for help. “No one seems to have that issue here…”

“They do love to ask you for things but not for those matters that are oh-so  troubling to them. Most would rather keep to themselves and allow their thoughts to consume them before they incite their pleas. Does that sound familiar?”

MC bit her lip, her eyes opening partially as her tears finally began to fall. She vaguely noticed the dim setting around them, but nothing was truly familiar as her tears blurred her sight. “All of you already have so much to worry about and futures to plan and…it’s just…better if I don’t ask.”

“And what, praytell, about your future, little one?” Lilia pressed as MC shakily used her hands to wipe her tears away.

“I…don’t think I have one. I don’t have magic so I can’t really….. I’m a magic-less student in a magically-based academy – how am I even going to use what I’m being taught? I’m just pathetic and worthless-.”

“Enough. I refuse to listen to you slander yourself in such a way, Child of Man.”

MC tensed as Malleus’s voice rang out firm from somewhere in front of Lilia and herself. She slowly parted her fingers, blinking so as to get a clear peek between them but quickly came to wish she hadn’t. She wished she could go back to that unknown area where Lilia had taken her from and just melt there where she wouldn’t have to deal with what was in front of her and the implications it all held.

Standing before her, in the main room of Ramshackle Dorm, were the Dorm Leaders , Grim and Sam with various expressions across their faces. -----------------------------taglist-------------------------------

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[tojisun]

"...but you were a stray piece, unable to truly fit in." GHOAP WHEN I CATCH YOU. WHEN I CATCH YOU!!!!!!

I think what I really enjoy about hyde is seeing the strength and selflessness they have in this situation, even at the expense of their own self. Because it is a Herculean task to leave the person you love and the person you grew a connection with, even if the extent of those relationships fell short of what you wanted. But there's also an element of hope in their character, at least for me there is. This same strength could easily pick the pieces of themselves back up. It could easily hold those pieces together again. It could easily allow them to move on. But the human aspect of their character is that they'll likely hold onto them (figuratively) for as long as they can, even when they don't know the way Ghost had begun to warm up to them, the way Soap was filled with sorrow once he found out they had left. It's just the way grief works - you gotta go through the waves before there's any chance at moving on.

It makes me wonder how Ghoap fare after they find out Hyde left. We know they grow a little connection to them, especially Ghost since he doesn't warm up to people well, but did the boys have a deep enough connection to grieve for what could've been? Does Soap even know that Ghost was warming up to Hyde? That he was looking forward to the three of them? Did Soap truly want a poly relationship? Do they realize how selfish they had been for indulging in each other freely but stringing Hyde along with scraps of their affection? all thoughts, all wonder. no need to answer any of those questions btw, just wanted to share my thoughts!!

im so sorry it took so long to reply to this ask because of how much it meant to me. im so so happy to see the love for hwwl and hyde, and how even amidst the dogshit i put them through, you guys indulge me anyway 🥹

and absolutely!! going into writing hwwl, as inconsistent and short bursts they are, i have always known two things: hyde will always leave, and ghoap will always face some type of hurt because of it. i guess another thing to glean from that is that hwwl wouldn't have a happy ending in a romantic way. there's no good suffering (hyde and their selflessness leading to a requited love) nor a chase (ghoap running after them to bring them back into their fold) nor a revenge arc (someone else loving hyde the way they should, and it being thrown to ghoap's faces). it is just a quiet splintering, as everything is with hyde.

i'm so so glad to see you mention the element of hope in their character. hyde deserves that at least. yes, they let themselves be dragged into the mess with ghoap because it had been the only way they can even have ghost in their life, but they also deserve to step back. there were sooo many scenarios i wanted to bring out that would end up with hyde leaving - some of them explosive, and some of them so entrenched in turmoil - but just thinking about how they left in the midst of mending things with ghost (that one-sided animosity that ghost held onto) was such a sweet release. it's like when an over-inflated balloon is held carefully, and the tight hold on the rubbered end loosens up slowly until enough helium leaves so that no explosion happens. and it's as peaceful as it could be; a kind escape, and hyde deserves a quiet parting so no... ghost (ha!) can haunt them in their new voyage.

thank you so much for this and teehee i answered ur questions!! mostly because i do love shaping hwwl like this, through asks, but also the next instalment is being a bastard and i can't finish it ugh </3

but did the boys have a deep enough connection to grieve for what could've been?

i thought about this day and night because i know in my heart of hearts, ghost wouldnt. johnny would, at least for what it was - before it was ghost and soap and hyde. he would miss that slip of thing that only he and hyde had. and i think johnny needs to feel guilty every time ghost comes over to pull him in ghost will always wait for him, of course he will, but i see this distance creating another friction, then another cause for ghost's resentment to hyde

Does Soap even know that Ghost was warming up to Hyde? That he was looking forward to the three of them?

he will never because ghost will deny himself, and therefore johnny, any moment of regretting. hyde left them, why would ghost let their past haunt him? (it always does).

Did Soap truly want a poly relationship?

not at first. he was... selfish. he just wanted them for himself; with no commitment. he rationalized it by saying that in their bleak reality, with such a thunderous life, it was difficult to have anything more than pressed bodies and hot kisses. but when he is alone in his bunk - hyde had already started pulling away by then, and ghost is away on a mission with gaz - johnny thinks and feels and yearns

Do they realize how selfish they had been for indulging in each other freely but stringing Hyde along with scraps of their affection?

ghost knew hyde loved him. he know hyde only agreed because that arrangement was only ever the extent that ghost would give of himself to them. and he used it to tag them along because johnny liked - loves - hyde, and ghost loves johnny so he will give him everything johnny knew. he just... pretended he couldn't see because he trusted hyde to pull away if they don't want this fucked up arrangement anymore. he just didn't expect them to leave

[judasgot-it]

Ello again o/. So I eventually experience this… may i req Dazai has feelings for the reader but no intention to confess to her instead teasing/and helping Kunikida having feelings for the reader which ended up with Kunikida actually confessing. What would Dazai react tho–

AAAAAAAAAA this is horrible, caim I'm so sorry if you were put into that position cause that sounds like purgatory.

I'm gonna write from Dazai's POV cause he's a lil stalker who would watch as his heart gets broken and shattered into pieces because of this (I don't hate Dazai IDK why I treat him like this lol?)

Scenario: Dazai teases Kunikida about his feelings, without ever confessing his own before it's too late

(Side note, you used she in your request so I'm using that throughout this, I hope you don't mind !!)

"C'mon Kunikida, you keep saying you have your 'ideal wife' and 'ideal life' all planned out - but you like her, don't you?"

Dazai was smirking, folding one of his documents into a butterfly. His folding was rather sloppy, but it got the shape just right anyway - better than reading the drawl that was written throughout the document. He could just do it later anyway - there was always tomorrow in his mind.

Kunikida took it from his hands, carefully unfolding it. He used his pen and flat desk to carefully take out the creases, line by line.

"Don't put off your work. This needs to be done sooner, rather than later."

"Like how you won't tell Y/n that you like her?"

Kunikida looked up at him from underneath his bangs, glaring at him as hard as could. If looks could kill, Kunikida would have murdered Dazai one thousand times over.

Dazai returned it with a smile, placing his chin over his folding hands. Kunikida looked down, staring intensly at his work. His hands worked as if they were writing the Bible itself, clutching the pen and going over each now non-existent line.

"You like her so much it makes me wanna cry Kuni, it's like watching a little puppy follow its master around."

"Please refrain from referring to me as a dog. Also, she's not my master."

"Oh. I bet you're a bottom. No way you actually would do missionary, trust me I know you're a virgin but take it from an expert-"

Dazai felt the desk shake as Kunikida slammed his hands down on it.

"I do not need your advice! We shouldn't be talking about my crush, we should be doing our jobs."

There was a short pause as Dazai placed his hands over his mouth.

"So you admit you have a crush on her?"

"Dazai-"

"Kunikida."

Dazai was grinning, watching Kunikida's face turn red at his implications. He loved how the blonde couldn't hide his thoughts, especially not from him. It entertained him.

The argument was cut short by a voice.

"Dazai, do you have the paperwork from that last case? The coroner's office wants us to drop it off by today since the case is sensitive."

The two looked up to see you, walking into the office. Your hair was a mess from the humidity of the port, your face flushed from walking up the stairs. Kunikida tried not to stare, since he knew Dazai would make a comment.

"Sorry my sweet Y/n, it seems to have passed my mind. Kunikida did it for me though, maybe you guys can take a walk together and drop it off, hm?"

Kunikida did everything in his power to not tear Dazai limb from limb. Dazai couldn't keep the grin off of his face, watching as Kunikida tried to stay calm fruitlessly.

"That won't be necessary. I don't want to bother her while she's doing her work."

"What? Today is kind of slow. You can take a break, and we can go and drop this off and get a coffee. You need to relax more Kuni, you deserve it."

He blushed as you boldly took his shoulders in your hands, not letting him escape. You were looking down at him, your eyes watching his golden ones with an intensity that made him want to look away and hide.

Dazai found this rather delightful, although a part of it disgusted him. He enjoyed watching Kunikida curl up inside, but he saw the way your fingers curled up underneath his jacket lapels, fingering around the edges.

Your hands should have been on him.

"Yea Kuni, why don't you take one? You barely had a lunch."

"You know my name Dazai."

"But Kuni suits you! I think it's cute."

"See! Y/n agrees with me."

Kunikida held his head in resignation. You smiled, like a cat that caught the canary. Your hands were still on his coat, trying to keep the man close to you.

Dazai smiled back, a rather false grin. He won but he wasn't sure what it really was.

"Let's go. They want it as soon as possible, right?"

Kunikida was quick to pack his things, carefully placing the paperwork together in a folder, all bounded with a large paperclip. You wouldn't even be able to tell that it was once origami due to his careful and dedicated work.

You were quick to follow, waving goodbye to Dazai with a smile splitting your face a part cheek to cheek. There was a feeling that crept into his body as he watched the two of you leave - amusement, fondness, and a little bit of disgust.

Although he found that last bit of emotion, that disgust, was more towards himself than anyone else.

-

"Here Y/n."

"Aren't you supposed to be doing these?"

In Dazai's hand, was a small origami crane. It was near perfect, except for the fact that you can see the creases from the amount of times the paper was crumbled into a ball and folded over.

"Are you really going to reject it? I made it just for you."

"When I'm in the middle of work? Yes Dazai, I will. I don't wanna force poor Atsuhi or Kyouka to pick up our slack."

You went down back to your laptop, your fingertips tapping away at the keys softly. Dazai leaned into your space, his nose breathing in your shampoo.

"Really? It's not too bad, you can handle to slack off a bit Y/n. Cmon, have some fun with me for a bit."

"I'd rather not. I have to finish this anyway, since I dont wanna be late for my date tonight."

Dazai backed away a bit, giving you room to breathe. He blinked, a little in shock.

"You have a date tonight?"

"I said that. Yes."

The brunette shook his head, his fluffy hair shaking around his face. It wasn't real.

"With Kunikida? Seriously?"

"Um...is it that obvious?"

You turned your body to face Dazai, looking dead straight at him. The man was near completely frozen in shock. He didn't want to believe that this happened.

He knew Kunikida liked you, but enough to break his 10 year plan? To break his ideals of a perfect-life and perfect-wife? Would he even sleep with you before marriage?

Was this somehow his fault?

"Don't look so disappointed about it."

You were still staring at Dazai, now with a questioning gaze. He had to keep his face neutral to hide what was brewing underneath, a strange sort of sickness that was crawling underneath his skin.

"No. I'm happy for you two. I hope it works out."

He felt nothing but resentment brewing underneath his skin, especially as he saw you smile at his words. He tried his best to swallow that feeling down.

He liked Kunikida. He liked you.

But right now that disgust was crawling, making him want to vomit out nothing but anger.

HAAAAAAA this is super short and idk I keep writing a very angst and mean dazai, I don't mean too ?????

[sensitivebellybutton]

A Guide to Navel Pleasure Part 3: Partner Play

Hiya!

It's all well and good making yourself bite your pillow playing with your own belly button, but what about the fateful day you find yourself about to indulge in a totally different person's navel?

FEAR NOT!

I have returned from the shadows to give you some ideas for how to make that special someone reach heaven through their belly button. Remember, this is all about COMMUNICATION and understanding. What's written here is largely subjective to my own belly button, so if something doesn't work don't worry! It's just as fun experimenting with belly buttons.

Firstly, you two need to get in the mood...

PART 1: LETS GET READY-READY

- If you plan on switching roles, make sure both of you are wearing appropriate belly button clothing. Otherwise, ensure your sub is dressed in something that fully exposes their tummy and belly button.

- Have a good, long discussion about your belly buttons and what works best in a solo environment. Do they have an innie or an outie? Do they enjoy a little bit of pain? Can they navelgasm? Are they comfortable with any other supplementary play (like nipples?).

- Have a photoshoot! Like I said in the last post, taking pictures of your belly button sets the mood in a uniquely sexy way. Get all their good angles, take close-ups, point out on the photos where you're going to ravish them...

Hot and bothered? Good. Grab a pen, it's doodling time <3.

PART 2: SPELLING BEE

I got inspired for this technique @buttonpics, and it's feels insanely good. You can do this one solo too, but doing it with a partner adds a whole other dimension, as you'll see.

- Lie your sub down, their belly button exposed and their knot ready.

- Now, softly plant the pen on their chest, letting them feel the cool point, and start to gently glide it down their tummy. When you reach their navel, skirt AROUND it slowly and go all the way to their waistline. Then, go back up, once again avoiding their belly button. You dont want them getting what they want right away, do you?

- Repeat the above step two or three times, or until you feel they're ready. The next time you reach their belly button, start to gently move the penpoint onto their navel rim and softly trace it, making sure to keep it firmly on the outside.

- As they more and more desperate, verbally begin counting down from 10. With each number, inch the pen a little deeper into their navel, still circling. By 1, let your pen dip onto their knot.

- Here's the fun bit: I want you to pick a couple of words in your head. It could be "belly button" or "navel" or "subby button" or whatever. Let your sub know that you have a word in your head, and they are to try and guess what you're spelling out.

- When drawing each letter, make sure you REALLY over-do it. For example, if writing the letter B, draw that first line up agonisingly slowly, then that first and second curve should be hitting as many folds on their knot as possible. Every letter should be exaggerated, making the navel-owner an absolute mess 😈.

- Give your sub little hints as you're writing, because it's quite hard to think straight when your sensitive belly button is being stimulated in such a way. Don't be too hard on them if they don't get it, this is all about making them feel as good as possible.

You can also do this same exercise with shapes, which has the bonus of you being able to colour it in when you're done (thinking about how that feels makes me 🤯)

PART 3: NAVELINGUS

The holy grail of belly button play, the thing that all owners of erogenous navels hope to experience one day, it's belly button licking. Done right, this can be probably the most incredible feeling. Therefore, it's important we get it right!

You may want to give it a good clean before diving in with your tongue, refer to Part 1 of this series for how to get them shuddering with a Q-tip. Also, make sure that your sub is either wearing a short enough top that it won't get in the way of your head, or no top at all. It's just an annoyance otherwise.

- Their whole stomach is your canvas. With your mouth you can lick, kiss, nibble, bite and suck. That's a lot of different sensations, so we're going to use all of them.

- Firstly, you're going to give their tummy as much gentle love as you can. Nibble adoringly up their sides, lick across their lower stomach, deeply kiss their middle while holding their hand, whatever feels right in the moment. Consider their navel a reward for sitting so still and being so good while you pleasured their belly, and only give it to them when they're ready.

- Once again, the rim is your first port of call. Start with a wide, flat tongue on their lower stomach and lick upwards, transitioning to a pointed, sharp tongue as you begin orbiting their navel. The immediate area around their belly button should be glistening with saliva. Another good move is to gently bite on their navel rim, your top teeth digging just a bit below the rim while your bottom teeth lightly graze their stomach.

- Your tongue isn't as precise as many of the tools you will have been used to using, so don't worry as much about targeting small folds and dimples. It also means you can't really tease their walls the same way you would with a pen or toothpick, so when you feel it's right to dip your tongue inside, feel free to do so.

- The motion that is right will be different for everyone, but for me personally up-down motions work a bit better than a swirling motion simply because it stimulates that central knot so much better. However, others may find that swirling motions are better because they're more sensitive around the edges of the knot, for example. This is your time to experiment with what your partner enjoys. If you hear panting, whimpering or any of the other tell-tales signs of pleasure, keep going.

- Suckling is a great one too. Softly absorbing their knot into your mouth lets you run your tongue around the underside of the knot, an area rarely explored and may get quite an explosive reaction. Slowly suckling for a while is also a great way to rest your tongue for a bit without letting up on the naveljob.

- It's possible that your partner will climax while you lick them. If they start telling you they're going to cum or you suspect they may be close, KEEP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!! No speeding up, no changing direction or technique, just keep it as it is. Keep licking through their orgasm too for maximum brownie points.

And that just about does it! I haven't got the most time in the world to write these so it's not as full of content as I may have liked, but I hope you enjoyed reading anyway! I'm considering combining all my current guides into a big google doc (plus loadss more) as one big belly button manual hehe, so stay tuned for that!

[sunnynwanda]

hello!! i hope your day is going well <33 :D

could you please write a story about a hero and villain who are academic rivals? and one day before their final exams the villain finds the hero in the library late at night, really stressed about their exams. maybe the villain comforting a panicking hero?? :'))

i would really appreciate it if you could write this!! its completely fine if you don't want to :D

p.s your work is amazing!! 💙

Even Odds

Hero shivers and shifts in their chair, folding their legs under them for warmth. They look up for a moment, noticing the snow cap on the lamppost outside the window, and rub their red eyes. It had been snowing for several hours now, and they had no idea how they were going to get home in their light coat and sneakers. It was warm in the morning when they ran out of their dorm room - not that they had time to look for winter clothes in the mess that was their wardrobe. The last month has been hectic, between classes, work, confrontations with Villain and all the catching up they had to do because of it. Not to mention that the smug bastard kept teasing them in class. They had no problem fighting Villain outside the classroom, yet facing them in class seemed infinitely more challenging and infuriating. All at the same time.

Christmas is coming up. Hero shakes their head at the thought. So are the finals. They close their eyes for a moment to let the wave of panic flash by them before returning to the subject matter. It takes Hero another two hours to realise the letters are blurring in front of their eyes. They can no longer discern the lines, and the paragraph looks entirely unfamiliar. They are doomed. Villain is going to destroy them with hungered passion, tearing into their flesh with snide remarks until Hero is left teary-eyed and defeated. And to think they enjoyed all of it once. They even went so far as to await the bickering arguments that followed after every class they shared.

With an exasperated sigh, they let their head fall onto the book. The panic returns with a fresh vigour, as do Hero's doubts. They want to cry from the helplessness that overwhelms their entire being. Their ears start ringing, probably from lack of nutrition. Hero presses their hands to their temples, trying to remember when they ate for the last time when a cough interrupts the flow of their thoughts.

"You look desperate," Villain muses, seemingly satisfied with the atmosphere in the 'enemy territory'. "I like it."

Hero has nothing to offer them but a deadpan look. They are too exhausted to muster any expression other than utter fatigue.

"What? Still trying to beat me?" They quip again, turning the chair to face their rival despite taking the seat right next to them. Hero doesn't react, much to Villain's dismay. They sigh, choosing another tactic - one that never fails to unnerve Hero. "Drop it, babe. No one can top me. Not in physics, at least."

Hero's eyebrows twitch, and Villain can't help the triumphant smirk that graces their thin lips. Gotcha.

"Sod off," Hero scoffs, flustered by their flirting and, more so, by their proximity.

Villain places their hands on the table and lays their head over them, mimicking Hero's position. "Says the one desperate to compete with me."

"Bold of you to assume I study for you," Hero's retort sounds surprisingly genuine. Villain isn't sure if they should find that offensive or not.

"Oh," their mouth forms a perfect round shape, and Hero almost reaches to touch their lips. Almost. They drop their hand over their eyes, trying to shake off whatever haze took them over. Sleep deprivation must be getting the best of them. It's sheer luck that Villain doesn't seem to have noticed. "Then why are you still here?"

"Because I have a lot of catching up to do, dimwit!" They don't mean to be mean, but they are just so tired, and Villain's nagging doesn't help. Not to mention that Hero is not ready for the exam, and both Villain and their professor will take their sweet time chewing them out tomorrow. Amazing start to the holidays!

"Shouldn't have missed the classes in the first place," Villain snaps back but softens upon spotting Hero's distress. Come to think of it, they had no idea why Hero would need to be absent so often. It's not like their confrontations took that much time out of their own week. So what was Hero so busy with? "Why did you miss so many, by the way?"

"None of your business!" Hero cuts them off rather harshly. They seem riled up for no reason, so Villain turns away towards the window, scrolling through possible distractions Hero might have been facing this semester. They're not fighting anyone else, and Villain was pretty damn sure they weren't dating. Or were they? Did Villain miss something? Should they be jealous?

Hero's low mumble draws their attention back to the matter at hand. "I'm still gonna score higher than you."

"Keep telling yourself that," Villain chuckles. Their brain is working overtime, trying to figure out how the smartest person they have ever met was behind the programme. "How long have you been here anyways?"

"I... don't know," the conclusion stuns Hero enough to get off the desk and sit straight. They have no time for conversations, but they also have no energy whatsoever to get up and leave. "What time is it?"

"Almost eleven..." When Villain glances at their watch, their eyebrows furrow in concern. "Wait, have you spent the entire day studying? Have you even eaten anything?"

Hero shakes their head instead of replying. Villain's eyes turn awfully round, and Hero smiles softly. This shouldn't look this endearing! They must have lost their marbles.

"Are you an idiot?" Villain questions, shaking their head when Hero attempts to answer. "That's not even a question, it's a statement."

"We have finals, dammit!" Indignation colours Hero's features, shading the weariness away. "I can't afford to fail, not after all the effort I've put in!"

"You won't fail," Villain sounds absolutely sure of their statement. They believe it, too. Hero, however, does not.

"How do you know?!" They break character, looking more panicked than Villain has ever seen. In fact, they haven't seen them scared, ever. Not even when they were hanging upside down from a skyscraper because Villain dared them to.

"I just do," they reassure, placing their hands on Hero's shoulders to get their attention. "I know."

"How?" Hero asks weakly. They look drained of life, and Villain hates to see the most cheerful person they know like that.

Fuck, is it them? Did they overdo it with the battles? Maybe they shouldn't challenge Hero so often. But then again, they only do that because they miss seeing their rival, and Hero has been skipping classes because of their job.

And then it strikes them. Their job. How could they forget Hero has to work? Ever since they lost their father, they took it upon themselves to support their family. And Villain had to go and add more to their plate - as if balancing classes and work wasn't bad enough. Shit.

They sigh at their stupidity, shaking their head to collect their thoughts before speaking.

"I've seen you ace every test, Hero," they cup Hero's chin, urging them to meet their eyes. "Not a single mistake, no cheating, nothing. You've got this. Trust me."

"What?" Hero's mouth is agape. Villain assumes their unexpected sincerity to be the reason but is proven wrong sooner than they can justify themselves. "Wait, do you cheat?"

"'Course not." They wait for Hero to nod before continuing. "I don't need it. You don't either."

"Well, I might this time," the claim makes Villain chuckle, baring the neat row of their teeth with slightly prominent fangs. Why the fuck do they keep noticing all this about Villain, of all people?

"Stop, Hero, stop," Villain catches their chin again, their stare intense when they speak. "You're not gonna fail. I promise. Now come on, you've got to get out of here, or your brain is gonna melt and drip out of your ears."

With that, they let go of Hero, and get up. Hero scrunches their nose at the graphic images that flood their tired head and starts collecting their books and countless pages of notes. Villain takes the last heap, shoving it into their bag while Hero fetches their jacket.

It's only later, after running through the showy courtyard back to their dorm and taking a hot shower to warm their limbs, when Hero pulls everything out of their bag to begin their night of studying, that they notice a few stapled sheets of unfamiliar notes. They are expertly organised and precisely what Hero needs to learn to pass the test. They stare at the pages for several seconds before shaking their head with a lopsided grin at the obnoxious and frustratingly sneaky little shit that slipped their notes into Hero's bag while they weren't looking.

They pull out their phone, sending a short "Thank you." text to their rival, only to receive a cheeky reply in mere seconds.

"Simply wanted to even out the odds. Let's see if you can top me now, babe."

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Hello, dear!

Thank you so much for this request! I've wanted to write academic rivals for some time now, and this was the perfect opportunity for it. So yeah, thanks xD I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it :)

xo Sunny

P.S. I wasn't able to find the owner of the photo, credit to the owner.

[kasdan]

𝐸𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝐹𝑢𝑟𝑦 {𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 13}

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a/n: im so sorry this took me so long to get out, i'm gonna try my best to get more chapters out faster from now on. i hope you enjoy<33

summary: while you and frank are still trying to figure out your powers, trouble shows up at the doorstep

pairing: frank castle x reader

warnings: angst, blood, fighting, gun violence, death, trauma, ptsd, language

word count: 3.7k

chapter song: heads will roll - yeah yeah yeahs

The inside of the building looks rundown and abandoned, like no one's been here in a long time. The building isn't huge, just a large room that fills up the main space and a small hallway in the back that doesn't look like it leads to much. It makes me wonder what this was even used for, considering it's completely empty on the inside.

Frank sets the bags down in the middle of the floor, the boards creaking in the process, and looking like they're about to bend in half, making me hesitant to walk around much. Frank doesn't seem as worried about the floor boards as he walks around messing with the bags, his heavy boots thudding on the floor with every step.

I'm more confident in my steps seeing this, and I find myself walking around the area. I can hear the soft tapping of the water outside dripping on the roof, and I find myself glad that it looks to be in better shape than the floor is.

I come across a switch on the wall, with not much of a foundation surrounding it. The inside of the wall can be seen, with various amounts of wires around it. I mindlessly bring my hand up to flip it, wondering what it's for and if lights even work in here at all.

A soft grip on my wrist stops me in my tracks, my fingers barely brushing against the switch. Frank's face comes into view, and I wonder how I didn't hear his footsteps coming up behind me before.

"I wouldn't do that. Don't want you gettin' shocked." I feel my body shudder from the thought of electricity flowing through my body, and I drop my hand back to my side. 

"C'mon." He speaks softly and brings me back over to the middle of the room, sitting down a little ways away from where the bags still sit. I sit across from him, making sure to avoid any loose nails in the floor boards.

I watch Frank take out a folded piece of paper and slowly unravel it in front of him. I watch him curiously as his eyes scan over the contents of the paper. He meets my eyes over the top of the paper and smiles at the questioning look on my face.

He lets out a sigh after a few more seconds of looking at whatever is on the paper and folds the paper back up in his hand, crossing his arms over his knees that are tucked up to his chest.

I'm expecting him to tell me what's on the paper that he now holds loosely in his hand as if it's not even there, but I just find his gaze flickering over me.

My eyebrows raise waiting for him to say anything, but after another 30 seconds he still just sits there looking at me with a grin on his face. "Are you going to tell me what's on the paper or are you just gonna stare at me for the rest of the day." I can't help but mimic the grin he has on his face halfway through my sentence.

Frank shakes his head and drops his gaze to the ground. I hear him lightly clear his throat before opening the paper in his hand at a quick glance over.

"'S a list of all the possible powers you could have, 'n the emotions that come with them." His eyes flick up to mine over the top of the paper as if trying to grasp my thoughts. I don't exactly know how I feel about the information that he just told me. How does he know about what powers I have when I don't even know the things I can do? Where did he get that information from? Should I be worried?

Before I'm able to get any of the questions I have, Frank intercepts them. "I know, it's probably weird for you to hear this, but just let me explain." He pauses to look for my reaction, and I silently urge him to continue. "You know it wasn't an accident that I found you on the streets that day. David's been scrounging around the database for weeks before we were able to find you. Ever since you showed up as the "weapon" we've been tracking, David took it upon himself to try and dig deeper." He stops for a moment to take a shuddering breath, and I watch as he clenches his fist, crumpling the paper in the process.

We sit there for a couple seconds in silence, as Frank's intense gaze pierces into the floor he's staring at. I can feel the anger radiating off of him, and lingering in the air, and I find myself just sitting there and waiting for him to continue. Seeing how he's acting makes me start to think that there's more to the story that I don't know. Why would he be so mad at something happening to a complete stranger?

It's not until I see stray tears start to run down his face that I feel the need to intervene. "Frank..." My voice comes out softer than I intended it to, but seeing how affected he is makes my heart clench. I instinctively shift my body closer to his as his teary eyes find mine.

"I saw... all the things they were recordin' down from their experiments. All the things they were doin' to kids 'n I just..." He takes another deep breath, pausing between his words. "I couldn't think about these innocent children goin' through all this pain, and it makes me fuckin' sick to even think that I'm even slightly glad that my kids went out the way they did, and didn't have to go through that shit. I jus-" His voice cracks, stopping him from finishing his sentence.

I'm not sure what to take from the situation, and seeing Frank like this makes me feel like I should try to say something to make him feel better, however blurting out whatever first comes to mind probably isn't the best idea, but my brain isn't fast enough to communicate this to my mouth.

"I mean, it wasn't that bad?" The sentence ending in more of a question than anything makes my face scrunch up as soon as the words leave my mouth. I don't even look at him, keeping my eyes trained to the floor, not wanting to see the look on his face.

All of a sudden I feel a slight breeze float across my body, and I shake my head as if trying to shake it off of me. 

"-it makes me fuckin' sick to even think that I'm even slightly glad that my kids went out the way they did, and didn't have to go through-" My head whips up to look at Frank, wondering why he's saying the same thing he already did.

"What?" My voice comes out harsher than it probably should and Frank seems taken aback by my outburst. "I'm sorry I just... I don't understand why you're saying it again?" I gently shake my head in response.

"'M sorry darlin' I don't know what you're talkin' bout." He lets out a breathy laugh at the end of his sentence, with his eyebrows furrowed.

"I-" I cut myself off from saying anything else, wanting to just let the situation go completely. "Sorry, just ignore me, my mind's fucked apparently." He looks like he wants to say something else, but before he does, his gaze quickly flicks to the window next to the door. 

Frank brings a finger to his lips, motioning me to be quiet as he gets up from his position and moves towards the window as quietly as he can. I stay where I am, wondering what he's doing, but it becomes apparent when I hear the faint sound of a door closing from the outside.

I feel myself perk up at this, and hear Frank let out a quiet curse after peering through the window. "I need ya to hide, they found us." He motions towards one of the back rooms of the building, and quickly makes his way to the bag that lies in the center of the room.

I hesitate, not wanting to leave Frank alone with them, but it seems he's having none of it when he practically shoves me into the small room in the back, placing a pistol in my hand before hurrying back to the other room.

There's no door to close me in, so I have to squeeze myself into the back, and hope the darkness covers me enough to blend in. Frank got me in the room just in time for me to hear the sound of the front door opening, and a series of heavy footsteps enter the building.

All I'm met with is silence, making me wonder for a minute if everyone somehow left the building and I didn't realize. I jump at the sudden sound of the front door opening again, and I have to try to steady my breathing.

"I believe you have something that's ours." A voice speaks that I find familiar, but can't make out from where.

"I don't know what you're talkin' bout." Frank responds, sounding like he's speaking through gritted teeth. The other person lets out a spine-chilling chuckle before responding.

"You and I both know that's a lie. I vividly remember her lodging a bullet into my side while carrying your unconscious body." The place gets quiet again, and I remember where I heard the voice from. It was the same person I ran into while trying to leave the place to save Frank's life.

The same uneasiness I felt when interacting with him the first time, racks through my body again. "Search the building." The man speaks again and my body freezes hearing multiple footsteps start to walk around. I hear another movement before I try to push myself further into the room.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The voice spoke again and I can only imagine Frank attempting to do something in order to stop the other people from searching the place and evidently finding me.

I know the building isn't large, so it won't take them long to find where I am, but there's nowhere for me to go to without showing myself to the rest of the building, therefore all I can do is try my best to blend into the small room and hope they're dumb enough to leave it alone.

My hope diminishes when I hear a person walk closer to the room I'm in, causing me to  grip the pistol in my hand a little tighter. The person walks into the doorway of the room, causing the small amount of light coming from the rest of the building to be covered up, leaving me in complete darkness.

I'm pleading in my head that the person just turns and walks away since they can't see in the room, but apparently luck isn't on my side when I see them bring an object up from their person. 

Light suddenly floods my vision, and I squeeze my eyes shut, turning my head to the side to try to shut it out of my vision. My mind is screaming at me to do something, but it's as if I'm frozen in place not able to move my body. I wait for the person to grab me, shout that they found me, do something, but nothing happens.

I slowly open my eyes, the light still focused on the room, and I end up squinting my eyes to try to see past the light. All I see is the shadow of the person holding the light, and the light slowly scans the room, stopping right where I'm standing and my breath catches in my throat.

The person starts to step in the room, light still trained on my exact spot, and I wait once again for them to do something, but nothing happens again. They take a step towards me and I instinctively move to the side, trying to get as much distance as possible. I feel my back press against something, but I pay it no mind as the light goes to the other side of the room, the person spinning with it to look at every corner.

The person eventually walks out of the room, satisfied that nothing was in it, and I let my body slack more against the wall, letting out a breath I was holding. I realize my mistake when I feel a small shock go through me, and I let out a small surprised yelp jumping away from the wall I was at.

The receding steps of the person that was in here stop, and turn to come back to the room I'm in. Shit. I have to think fast, and I glance down to the pistol in my hand, but immediately shove it in the back of my pants, covering it with my shirt. Shooting most likely will lead to everyone else in the building shooting, and I don't know how many people are in the room with Frank, and can't trust he'll be able to get out.

The person shines their light back in the room, and this time I can tell that they can fully see me when they grip my arm and drag me out of the room. I wince at the tight grip they keep on my arm, and they seem to just tighten it more, pushing me into the main room of the building.

There are a line of people with rifles in their hands standing guard in front of the front door, with the man who was doing all the talking in front of them, standing with no weapon, obviously in control of the other people. Frank stands a few feet away from them, his own rifle in his hand, glancing in my direction.

His face remains emotionless as he fixes his gaze back on the man in front of him, who now has a grin on his face, looking at me. "Look what we have here." His grin just gets wider and I feel myself cringe back at it. He keeps talking, but I block it out, trying to think of a way out of this situation.

The person holding me, is only holding one of my arms, making the other one completely free of motion, and didn't check me for any kind of weapon, causing my brain to go to the gun I still had on me. I glance over to Frank and meet his eyes, and he seems to be on the same page as me as he adjusts his grip on the gun ever so slightly that wouldn't be noticeable unless you're actively paying attention to his actions.

The fingers on my free hand twitch slightly, ready for anything and I tell that Frank noticed when I see his own fingers twitch slightly on the gun he holds. I know he's ready for any move I make, and I have to think of the best way to go about this.

I can easily access the gun on me, but first have to get the person's grip off me so I'll have access to move freely. I start to twist the arm that's being held captive, as if trying to break free, but the grip that's on it just grows tighter. I attempt to move my arm again, and my plan works when the person lets out a low growl and leans down to my ear to sneer out an empty threat, but I'm already taking my chance.

I bring my free elbow back and slam it into his jaw, causing him to let out a yelp and fall back away from me dropping my arm in the process. As soon as my elbow makes contact with the person, Frank immediately starts shooting. I put my trust in him covering me as I grab the gun off me, and slam the end of it into the person's head who had a grip on me, not being far away enough to get a clean shot on him.

The person falls to the ground unconscious, and I bring my attention back to the rest of the room. Frank already has almost half of the group on the ground, unconscious or dead I can't tell, but through the short time of me facing away, he moved his body to be in front of mine blocking me the best he could.

I find one person aiming their gun at Frank as he deals with two others and I quickly bring my gun up and shoot. The bullet flies through the person's head, causing them to drop the gun and fall to the ground, joining the pile of bodies already there, including the man with the scar, having too many bullet wounds in his chest to count.

I focus my gaze back to Frank who has one of the men pinned to the wall, with the other on the ground next to them. I go to help him when there's suddenly a grip on my ankle, causing me to fall and scrape my chin on the ground. I let out a small shout of pain, turning my body around to see the person who originally found me aiming the gun he had right at me.

I quickly roll my body out of the way before he fired, causing the bullets to indent the floor right next to me instead. I take this chance to force myself as forward as I can to kick his foot causing him to lose his balance and fall back on the ground.

When the person fell, they dropped the gun from their hands, and I quickly push myself up and grab the gun from their side, shooting multiple bullets into his chest before he fell back onto the floor, not moving.

I don't let myself take a breather before I'm turning to where Frank is again. He's still fighting the guy he had against the wall, letting grunts out after every punch he throws. I see movement next to him and focus my eyes on the person who was previously knocked out next to them. The person reaches for the gun to their side, but doesn't have a chance to pick it up fully before I aim the gun in my hands and they fall back down fully to the ground after my finger presses the trigger and an array of bullets find their way into the person.

The person with Frank finally falls to the ground unmoving, and Frank takes this time to turn to look at me. Blood coats his clothes and face, and I figure I don't look any better as I feel the blood from my chin drip down my neck, and my shirt stick to my body with blood. Frank opens his mouth to say something, but before he can the door to the building bursts open and another group of soldiers enter, guns raised.

Frank and I don't give them a chance to do much before we're both spraying bullets into them, causing some of them to fall to the ground. However, our advantage doesn't last long until the gun I have is out of ammo, and I can't do much but look back at the few people still remaining.

Things happen fast and I see one of them raise their gun up aimed at me, finger on the trigger, but before anything can happen the whole scene changes. Suddenly I'm staring at the sky, with grass under my fingertips.

I push myself up at a quick pace, looking around. I see the building I was just in just in front of me, with a series of vans around me. I can't bring myself to wonder how the hell I even got out here, I just know that I need to get back to help Frank.

I can't go back in with no weapon, so I open the back of one of the vans, hoping there's something I could use in it. Luckily the van is lined with a various amount of guns and weapons, and I grab one of the rifles that all the soldiers looked to be using, while grabbing a couple throwing knives as well.

I can see the front door from where I am in the van, and see it open with people walk out. I quickly crouch as to not be seen, and see two soldiers dragging a bloodied and beaten up Frank out of the building. I quickly jump out of the van, and move crouched to the other side. 

I hear the soft steps on the grass of the people, and dragging of Frank's feet walk away from me, and the sound of a different van door opening. I take this as a chance to peek my head around the back of the van I was by. I'm met with the back of two soldiers heads as they push Frank into the back of a van like the one I'm by, but without the walls of weapons in it.

I have to move now, so they don't drive away with him and I lose them. I go for the gun, but hesitant thinking if I shoot, I might accidentally hit Frank, so instead reach for the throwing knives I'm glad I got out of the van beforehand.

The knives are about the same weight I'm used to working with, which I'm grateful for as I ready one of them in my throwing hand, and hold the other in my other hand, to get ready to throw them in quick succession.

I bring one up and aim straight for one of the people, not wasting any time when I throw it, and it lodges itself into the back of their neck, with the other one not close behind to hit the other person with same precision.

Both the people fall to the ground which leaves me able to run to get Frank, who's staring out at me, shock written clear on his face. I can tell he has a million questions, but I just work to get him out of the van and into ours, so we can get out of here before any one else comes here. 

Frank is insistent on driving, even though he doesn't look like he should be doing much of anything with his condition, but I know I won't be able to convince him of anything, as we're able to drive out, leaving piles of bodies behind.

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[ssahotchnerr]

hello sweet katie!! i hope ur well <3 not so much a request but more thoughts that are domestic specific :’)

thinking about sharing a bedroom with aaron & the intimacy of morning/bedtime routines :’) making the bed together in the morning, banter about who can use the shower/bathroom first, making coffee for one another, undressing/dressing together, laughing at each other in the mirror when your mouths are covered in toothpaste 💙💙

or the silent & gentle undressing of one another if it’s been a long day, running the shower/bath for the other, casual touches on the arm or waist to move one another to the side to reach a bathroom cabinet or something in a dresser drawer, pulling back the sheets/blanket to sleep together 🥰

also thinking about aaron knowing how you like your laundry folded, learning to cook your favorite meals because it makes you happy, bringing you not one but two bouquets of flowers so you can keep one in the house & one at work (if work allows :’)), sneaking extra snacks in the shopping cart at the grocery store to see if you’ll notice, picnics in the park with you & Jack during the warmer weather, kissing you in car just because 🦋🦋

idk just full of domestic feels & im sad that we didn’t get to see more of that side of him 🤧 if i think of anything more, i’ll share <3

au revoir for now, mon amie 😚

-🧡

everything you just said 😭 perfection.

the intimacy of waking up in the morning 🥹 it's a daily occurrence that aaron makes fun of you for hogging the blanket while the two of you are making the bed - it's always bunched up on your side. or every so often, you manage to take possession of aaron's pillow in the middle of the night. so when the two of you wake up, he's always so confused on how you managed to do that ??? like how do you possibly steal the pillow from underneath his head while sleeping 😭 and as the two of you are brushing your teeth, you both discuss your plans for the day <333 you have an appointment to go to, aaron has to attend a meeting that he's absolutely dreading, jack has a doctor's appointment, etc.. and if anyone else was listening, they wouldn't be able to comprehend any of it - the two of you are basically incoherent due to mouths filled with toothpaste/talking while brushing teeth, but since it's habit, and because both of you know each other like the back of your hand, you can understand each other perfectly 😭 AND whoever get's ready first gets to wake up jack, so the two of you are racing each other to do so hehe <3333 just 😭 you finishing first, then booking it out of your bedroom with aaron is trying to stop you by grabbing your waist from behind, both giggling like absolute idiots down the hall to jack's room 🥰 (i now have the desperate need to turn this into a whole fic omg omg)

aaron is a sucker for physical touch i'll say it forever 😭 he loves having a hand on you at all times - lingering touches, hand on your back as he passes, hand on your thigh during meals or in the car, or simply your hand in his. and he always finds a way to touch you, no matter where the two of you are <333 never needs a reason to kiss you, he'll plant one of you out of nowhere. hehe and every time he does any of that, you turn into a blushing mess, so that's only another reason for him to do so 🥹 and likewise, he loves showering/taking baths with you. just being close in all ways, shapes and forms >>>> and since work can call him away at any time :( he'll take advantage of all the time he gets with you, and throughout cases, he's looking forward to coming home to you and being attached to your hip once again <3

omg he's so mindful of your preferences it's insane. he picks up on things you don't even mention. the laundry example 😭 not only does he know your preferred way of folding, he knows exactly how you like it to be put away - what goes in what drawers, what gets put into drawers versus the closet, he even knows how you organize your shoes. when you opened a drawer after he put away laundry, very soon after you first moved in, you were absolutely astounded at what you found - socks tucked together next to your underwear, sleep shirts folded on the right side. specifically the right. and UGH your heart just about burst out of your chest because he just silently noticed that's how you like it, and so he'll make an effort - that's how it'll be <333

as for flowers 🤭😭 the two bouquets 😭 hehe your coworkers are always gushing how you have the most perfect man whenever there's fresh flowers on your desk, and how jealous they are their partners never think to do the same 😭 and sometimes those new flowers just randomly appear on your desk AHHH you immediately whip out your phone to text aaron - "flowers again?🥺" because no matter how many times you receive them, they'll always surprise you. and like the drunk in love idiot aaron is he always replies with something cheesy ��🥰 like 'anything for my flower. so glad you love them' 😭😭😭

thank you so much for sharing and please continue to do so!!!!!!!!!!! UGH the cm writers completely robbed us of domestic aaron it makes me so :( >:(

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As much as I would love for Alistair to be alive, I've honestly started wondering if it would actually be better that he did die. Both for his and Mc's sake. I know its sad, but otherwise I could see him and mc facing a lot of heartbreak over it.

And its been 10 years, a whole decade. Mc may have had a hard life, but they didn't have to worry about survival/money etc. They lived in relative peace and safety. (Though I'm sure mc got food poisoning at least once..) And they did have people that tried to be there for them. Even mc's that discounted Lance and Hunter's company, they still had Fadiya and Neima. And some mc's are still super messed up. Who knows what Alistair would have had to go through. And how would that have shape him. And the agony of having his twin kidnapped and married off to the same man that killed his family.

So supposing he did survive. Its possible he's off living a relatively peaceful life, albeit still with the trama of losing his familly and nearly dieing. And he would probably be working hard to find a way to rescue Mc. Training and studying and whatnot. Best case scenario, his personality has dulled but still retained a bit of sunshine. Mellowed but still hopeful. Still a recognizable older version of himself, even if sadder overall. I think that would definitely hinge on him being rescued and taken in by a kind and loving person/family and got properly cared for emotionally and all. And I feel that is unfortunately not going to be the case if he lived. (Because of course you wouldn't let something so nice happen 😒)

Otherwise, what would have happened? Who would it have been to save him then? Would he have just layed low, gotten a lowkey job, had to steal to survive? Would he have joined some rebel/mercenary group? I feel like some groups would have seen a good oportunity for a royal in their fold. Would the people around him be kind and nurturing, or not? Would he retain his current personality?

Maybe he'd be colder, cinical. Would he have seen and lived the harsh reality of the world and turned into a bitter, cruel, and merciless version of himself, intent on revenge?

What happens when he and Mc finally reunite? Would it be the joyful occasion everyone expects? If the first case, then yes. He and Mc finally get to have a happy life together. The End. Well…maybe. Even if Alistair is still the same as Mc remembers, what about the Mc? What if they've change so drastically, caught up in their hatred and revenge, so unwilling to back down even if it destroys everyone around them? Would they still be someone Alistair could love?

But if he and Mc want revenge just as much, maybe things would work out. Would mc be able to see the change in him reflected back on them and regret what they've both turned into? What if Mc didn't want revenge. Would he aquiesce to mc's wishes or not? Would mc be horrified to see what he had become? The image they once had of him be ruined by this new version.

And past that, how would mc feel about the news of his survival being kept from them?

His body should have been missing, right? Luceris would have know if he had lived in that case, or at least suspected it, and by extention so would Lancelot. I don't know if Helios or Hunter would have know. However, even if they didn't, mc still might think that they both knew and just didn't tell them. Afterall, its not the first time things have been kept from them.

So would mc be able to forgive them, especially one who was close to them. Or would that permanently destroy any trust and friendship they had with them.

- Sorry if this was too much of a ramble. 😂 Just got to thinking a bit to much about what-ifs and all. 💕

This was very interesting, thank you for sharing your thoughts! 🫡

I think when people say they wish for Alistair to be alive, they never consider what being alive could've looked like for him. Nor the fact he could have changed and become someone who is a stranger to MC.