#eh ill reblog from there

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Most hated also means most talked about, so you know what? Good for Billy.

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I made some more fanart of @korruptbrekker 's ocs! Ft another spotlight lighting system apparently? Something about drawing your ocs make's me want to use spotlights ig lol

Click for quality! Two different light versions + unshaded under the cut

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the best fic ive ever read in my life. this absolutely ruined me and ill never be the same ever again

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12:37 am — gojo satoru; sashisu

gojo satoru refuses to drink his medicine…

reblog to help gojo get better

out of everything you could call satoru, you think dramatic takes the top spot. so when you wake up in the middle of the night, you listen out for what could possibly have waken you up.

“koff! koff! UGH!” you recognized gojo’s voice from the dorm building behind yours.

oh my fucking god. you sighed. that morning, that idiot had to get sent to his dorm because he kept coughing every time yaga spoke. he sneezed and sniffled, so you assumed that he was actually ill and didn’t just decide to up his antics for no reason. besides, he was a little quieter than usual today.

you got up to put on a jacket and practically stomped to gojo’s dorm, where you were met with his open door and geto standing against the door frame.

“satoru, I told you the medicine wouldn’t be as effective later on.” geto sighed. you noticed his socks. they were pastel with characters on them. you ignored it to yell at who probably gave it to him.

“gojo! if you’re gonna cough just cough! you don’t have to yell after!” you said before sliding one of gojo’s slippers. there that idiot was, laying down faced up with arms stiff on his side and his comforter raised up to his chin. “are you playing dead?”

gojo groaned. “guys.” he sniffled. “I think this is it for me. suguru, I always loved you. y/n, I did steal your marshmallows last movie night. shoko—where’s shoko?” he looked up, illness suddenly voided for a second until shoko appears behind you. her dorm is a couple doors from yours after all. the snow-haired drama queen’s head fell back on his pillow and his sickness returned.

“eh, what?” she muttered to him before stepping inside. gojo started coughing again.

“are you contagious?” you asked before shifting away from gojo’s bed. geto took the medicine he got from gojo’s counter and placed it on the latter’s nightstand.

shoko walked over and sat on his bed. she placed her hand on gojo’s forehead before snickering. “you’re burning up. you really are gonna die.” she laughed.

you all chuckled, except gojo who whined again. “can’t you use reverse cursed technique on me shoookooo…”

“nope. I’ve only done it on physical injuries. why won’t you just drink the medicine?” she took the plastic little spoon and wiggled it to gojo’s face for emphasis.

gojo screwed his eyes shut and shook his head like a child. “don’t wanna.” if it wasn’t 12:37am on a school night you might’ve found it adorable.

“you might really die, satoru.” geto shot from the foot of gojo’s bed. he definitely woke up from his coughing and subsequent yelling, seeing as geto’s room is right next to gojo’s.

the next morning after your first class, the three of you gathered in the cafeteria and geto stirred up a plan.

“he’s probably not drinking it because he thinks it’s bitter.” you conclude.

suguru sipped on his tea. “ah, I know. that’s why I got the honey flavor version.”

“how are we gonna force him to drink it? it’s not like we can force feed it to him.” shoko shook her lollipop. you were just glad it wasn’t a cigarette.

“he’ll just turn on his infinity. I think we have to ambush him.” you laughed at the image.

“geto, summon a cursed spirit to hold him down.” shoko joked.

the cold breeze practically slapped you while walking to the dorms. geto was sure your victim was still asleep. he had the spare key when you thought to take off your shoes for maximum stealth. the two followed.

geto stood in front of the door to block the light while you and shoko slithered in. it was dark except for the nightlight by satoru’s night stand. you could make out the important things. the untouched medicine, and gojo sprawled over his bed under his sheets. he faced the left side cuddling a pillow. tissues filled the trash can dragged by his bed and some on the floor. poor kid.

geto tiptoed to the other side of the bed where satoru was faced while shoko prepared the poison. you got in position across geto and stifled a laugh at shoko trying to break the seal as quiet as possible. she tiptoed next to you and nodded to geto.

“satoru” geto called out. “satoru, wake up.”

“sugu…” gojo whined. he didn’t open his eyes. geto gestured for the syrup-filled spoon. shoko handed it to him promptly and again, you stifled a laugh at your plan.

“satoru-kun. aaah,” geto opened his mouth. geto using “-kun” was too funny.

surprisingly, satoru opened his mouth slightly too. what the hell? this wasn’t even part of the plan. suguru took the spoon to satoru’s mouth.

shit, it would probably just spill out with the way he was faced, you realized. you lunged to push satoru’s shoulder to the right so that he would face up. you decided him choking on it was better than it spilling. because that way it would at least get in his mouth.

gojo woke up. he made eye contact with you and immediately tried to get up. he moved his hand to push yours off but you held his shoulders down with your weight and geto got all the syrup in.

“MMGHFHG!” gojo yelled with his mouth closed. he struggled against you, and you gave it 5 seconds before his strength took over and even less before he activated infinity.

“geto!” you called and he took over your hold on sicko’s shoulders.

gojo started kicking, and you straddled his shins.

“swallow!” geto exclaimed as gojo tried to push his hands off. shit, this wouldn’t work.

“geto! get on!” you yelled and geto straddled gojo’s stomach.

“swallow it!” suguru grabbed gojo’s arms and held them against the bed by his head.

“HHNGNGGHH!” satoru shook his head.

“satoru! it’s honey flavored!” geto argued.

shoko laughed and you heard her camera shutter. she stood far enough to snap a picture and you realized what it looked like. you were straddling gojo’s calves while suguru was straddling gojo’s, uh… lower stomach with his hands pinned by his head.

then, as if on queue, the door opened. your heads snapped to the door and you saw your sweet (to you, at least) junior nanami for about .7 seconds before the door closed again.

you flew off of gojo’s calves. “nanami! wait!”

this ended with a lot more stsg than I thought lol

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

the girl next door 6

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

You can’t remember the last time you had the house to yourself. Even if your mother’s just next door, it feels a little lighter around there. And you’re happy for her. Maybe having Steve around will be good. He can be an outlet so she doesn’t have to put all her frustrations on you. 

She was happy when she left, even excited. That’s another rarity in your life. 

You start your day off with a tea. The apple cinnamon bags are a bit old so you use two. You bring the cup into your room and get your table set up with your pencils and sketchbook. You open the window to let in the sunlight, the natural light much brighter than the yellowed bulb above. 

You know your mom would tell you to do something more useful than just scribble in your sketchbook. You got the dishes done last night. Steve offered to help but you deflected as you foresaw your mom’s disapproval. You can’t let company pick up your slack. 

You try to wipe away the anxiety of last night. It’s over now. You shouldn’t have worry very much about it again. 

You finish your tea. It’s cold by the time you get to the dregs. You sit back to look over your sketch. Your eyes feel a bit fuzzy from hyperfocusing on that one stamen. You rub your brow and yawn. The sun shifts and you look over at the old alarm clock on your nightstand. It’s close to noon. 

Something else catches your eye. You look up at the window across from yours. The curtain ripples around the gap before it’s pulled open from inside. Steve stands on the other side of the pane. Can he see you? 

You can’t tell as he turns away without acknowledgement. The glare of the sun should hide your room well enough. You never really thought of it as your blinds are closed more often than not. 

You get up to rinse out your cup. You stretch your legs as you pace in the kitchen. You’re restless. You’re so used to your mom and her demands and expectations, that having your own time feels aimless. 

You could surprise your mother with dinner. Have it in the oven when she comes home. It’s still early but you can make something more than boxed macaroni. It will be a good cushion to fall back on when you remind her about tomorrow’s appointment. 

🏠

When your mother returns, you can see the fatigue around her eyes. For as little as she goes out, you’re not surprised. What strikes you, is how happy she is. You help her to her recliner and she sighs as she leans back. 

“Such a nice man,” she keeps repeating.  

You smile and let her regale you with a recounting of her day. Still, you can’t help but wait for the pendulum to swing back to normal. She leans her head in her hand, her eyes distant. 

“I swear, the universe sent him to me,” she says, “it had to. It was how much I need someone.” She drops her hand and traces her finger around the armrest, “sick, got a lazy daughter, stuck in this damn house...” 

There it is. You frown. You mash your hands together and waver. 

“I made dinner,” you offer. 

“I don’t want KD,” she snips. 

“I made... I made shepherd’s pie,” you offer meekly, “should be almost done.” 

“Hm, wondered what that stench was.” 

You frown. “I can put it in the fridge for tomorrow. Be good to have something we can just heat up after the doctor’s.” 

“Doctor?” She grumbles, “eh... I forgot.” 

She slumps and her eyes dull. You can’t help the pang in your chest. Sometimes you wish it was you who was sick. It feels like you deserve it more than her. 

“Hopefully it’s good. If you can get the surgery--” 

“Surgery!? Surgery. You keep going on about the damn thing,” she barks. “They can’t fix me, girl, get that through your head.” 

“I know, mom, but they can help--” 

“Like you help me? Crittering around here like a rat!” She hits the armrest violently, “would ya leave me be?” She closes her eyes and turns her face away, deflating once more, “ruined a good day...” 

You sniffle and slowly turn on your heel. You should have known better. You should have just left her alone. As much as she rants about you staying in your room, she prefers you there. Out of sight, out of mind. 

🏠

The next day, your mother doesn’t say much. Her silence is just a bitter as her words. You don’t push it. She gets in the car without argument and you set off into town. Even if she says it’s a waste of time, she listens intently to the doctor and answers all his questions. It’s only when she has to go through the tests that she shows her agitation. 

After some hours spent at the specialist clinic, you’re free to go. Your mom is just as quiet. You feel her mood roiling in the air. Her hand is shaking to the point that she’s hissing at it. 

You steer down to the corner and linger at the stop sign. 

“Mom,” you squeak, “you want some orange julius? A treat for the way home?” 

“Don’t talk to me like a damn child,” she snarls. “Let’s just go. I’m tired. Got no blood left in me.” 

You nod and bite your tongue. Maybe you can just put her to bed. Her naps are a respite, though you find yourself anxious in the silence, terrified of waking her prematurely.  

As you pull onto the suburban avenue, you slow and approach your drive. You pull in and shut off the engine. You get out and go around to help your mom. You open her door and she hauls herself out, tisking under her breath. 

“Didn’t see him,” she mutters. 

“Good afternoon,” Steve’s voice answers your question before you can ask. You look over the hood as he waves from his porch, “busy day?” 

Your mother steels herself and forces a smile, “just went to the doctors.” 

“Oh, everything okay?” He asks. 

“Sure,” she chimes, “just some tests. Nothing serious.” 

“Good to hear,” he stands behind the porch railing, arches crossed, “day’s not over yet. Still lots of time to enjoy the sun.” 

“Mhmm,” you mom grabs onto your wrist, shaking you as leans into you. “Nice day out.” 

“I was gonna do up a milkshake, if you ladies wanted to join me I got plenty to go around.” 

“Milkshakes?” Your mother considers, “mm, I’d have to change out of these.” She looks down, “smell like a hospital.” 

“Sure, take your time,” Steve says, “how about you, honey? I got strawberry. You seem like a strawberry type.” 

“Eh, she’s more a vanilla type,” your other cackles. “Plain.” 

“Got that too,” Steve ignores the joke. “I understand if you’re tired out though. Don’t wanna be too desperate over here, just wouldn’t mind the company.” 

“I’ll be over soon,” your mom assures him, “she’s got some laundry to do.” 

She keeps hold of you and points you towards the house. You help her inside, even though she does her best to hid how she clings to you. Her steps are uneven and stunted. You get through the front door and help her sit on the chair you keep by the door, just in case. 

“Goddamnit,” she’s shaking pretty bad. “Help me, you dumb girl.” 

“I... I don’t...” 

“Get my goddamn inhaler. I forgot it this morning.” 

“Oh, uh, okay.” 

You hurry down the hall and to bathroom. It isn’t in the cabinet. You go back out and scan the table. Not their either. You find it next to her recliner. You wish she’d keep it one place. You go back to her and hand it over. 

“I’m gonna go over,” she says before she huffs from the canister, “you’re gonna stay here. Out of my way.” 

“Alright,” you agree. You prefer that anyway. 

She takes a minute before she gets up. She shooes you away and you retreat to your bedroom. You sit on your bed and wring your hands, waiting as you listen to her. She doesn’t say goodbye before she leaves. Only the front door slamming lets you know she’s gone. 

You exhale and pull the fold out table up to the edge of the bed. You open your sketchbook and stare at the pencil. You don’t feel like drawing but you have nothing else to do. You just sit, looking at the amaryllis. You can pick out every flaw in your work. You close the cover and frown. 

A knock startles you and you stand up. Oh gosh, it’s probably Marge. What is it now? Is the siding too stained? Are the steps crooked? You get up and shuffles down the hall. You open the front door, hiding behind it as you poke your head around. 

Steve has the screen door propped open against his elbow. He holds a tall glass filled with pink, “here. Figured I’d bring this over.” 

“Oh, uh, thanks,” you accept the condensating glass, a wide straw poking out of the whipped cream topped drink. 

“Maybe next time you can pop over too,” he suggests, “I’ve been working on getting the pool going...” he grins, “it’ll be a good summer for it.” 

You nod and look down at the milkshake. 

“Really nice of you,” you say. 

“It’s nothing, sweetie,” he puts his hand on the door above him, looking down at you, “enjoy.” 

“Uh,” you look at him then at the straw. You don’t want to be rude. You put your lips around the tip and take a sip. “Mm, yup, good. Thank you.” 

His blue eyes stick to you and he drags his hand down the door, “I’ll make a deal. You come over to see the pool when it’s ready, and I’ll make you another. How about that, sweetie?” 

You push your lips out. It’s not nice to say no. He didn’t have to bring you the milkshake or invite you. You shrug. 

“Okay,” you agree, “erm, thanks again.” 

He nods and taps the door frame before he steps back. He gently closes the screen door and you watch him through. He turns and strides down the stairs. You shiver as the cold glass numbs your fingers. Hopefully, he forgets about the pool thing. You don't even have a suit.

[seivsite]

THE LITTLE THINGS.

includes: jing yuan x gn!reader, fluff, small angst in the beginning, mentioned yanqing, not proofread — wc: 356

Jing Yuan, uncertain of where else to turn, instinctively sought solace in your presence after his duel with his master, Jingliu.

He found comfort in your embrace, and you held him close, his head finding a safe haven on your shoulder. Gently, you wiped away the tears that flowed down his cheeks, your touch providing reassurance and tenderness.

Known for his wisdom, bravery, and strength, Jing Yuan surprised everyone, including himself, by occasionally dozing off on your lap when you were together.

Even while delivering reports to him, Fu Xuan would witness the formidable general drifting into slumber on your lap, a sight that had become endearingly familiar.

Thoughts of Jing Yuan drew you to run your fingers through his soft, fluffy hair, the sensation evoking a sigh of pure contentment from him.

You recalled the time when he accepted Yanqing as his student, reflecting on how it felt like a lifetime had passed since his fateful duel with his master. The echoes of that encounter, though spanning centuries, remained vivid in his mind, as if etched just yesterday.

During their patrols in Xianzhou, Jing Yuan often found himself curbing Yanqing’s impulse to splurge his entire allowance on every sword he fancied. And there you were, sharing a gentle laugh at their endearing antics.

The memory of Jing Yuan’s scolding lingered, a moment when he chided you for not informing him about the wounds you had sustained during a mission. His gentle reproach was followed by him tending to your injuries with the first aid kit, his lips tenderly kissing the bandaged wounds before pulling you into his embrace.

One afternoon, engrossed in a game of Xiangqi with Yanqing, you caught Jing Yuan’s tender gaze as he secretly aided you in winning, all to tease the unsuspecting Yanqing.

Recollections of a cosy moment came to mind: you and Jing Yuan cuddled in bed, an uncommon sight with him nestled as the small spoon.

As exhaustion from his responsibilities as a general overcame him, he pressed a tired kiss to the crown of your head, whispering those three cherished words before drifting into slumber,

“I love you.”

NOTES. old draft i had from my old account. long time no post ehe ill go snork mimi now

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A/ngel d/ust x husk & an/gel has comes back off set with terrible hay fever after working with flowers, and hu/sk is being nice

no one gets to talk bad about my angel dust voice okay, accent are hard and i am still working on it- I made this quick after work while people were cutting the lawn so sorry if the audio isn't the best

anyway enjoy you filthy sinners

cw: sneezing, (duh) some sniffles, cursing, 2 noseblows some sniffles, and playful nicknames, mentions of s/ex worker

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transcript:

What the hell happened to you? You look like shit.

I will. Thanks, whiskas. Trust me, you don't want to know.

Ohh I most certainly do. What overlord did you fuck this time?

Hey, I will suck all of them. Besides, it ain't your fucking business. That's me and my work. Pour me a drink hard.

I'm not pouring you anything, especially when you're dripping snot all over my counter like that.

You.Suck at it.

Come on. 6 arms. Tell me.

Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you. Val's got this new idea for all the Spring Breakers who fucked a bit too much down here? Well, the Last of Us. A lot. This is a great marketing scheme to make this whole set of tapes about fucking spring. Normally, I ain't complaining. I mean. Look. The hole, the hole I beat, but this time it's a little different.

Judging from your appearance, I can say so. What did he do this time?

Yeah, yeah. He bought every fucking flower to just assault the fucking crew with everything.and towed

Wait, wait. You're telling me that some fucking flowers did this to you? You fucking weak ass bitch Wait. What spiders like live in flora and fauna.

Well, it ain't exactly my sceane. Yeah, I mean, sure have been. Don't get down dirty, but that's what fucking planet.thinks it will strum up bussness. The only thing that's strumming up is my allergies

Breathe.I got you, baby cakes. Just sneeze. You wont feel better till you do.

Impressive. You've got anymore in there?

No. If you tell anyone about.

You ain't gonna do nothing, kid. You're gonna go March upstairs and rest. I'll have smiles. Bring you some antihistamines. You gotta get this **** off of you.

Oh, and what he's suggesting? eh whiskers. You want to see me all nude?

What I want to see is your snot filled face.I'll join you upstairs in a minute. Why don't you go do yourself a favor and start taking a shower?

Oh kitty got claws meow

If you make another fucking cat pun, I will shove this bottle so far.

Oh, don't threaten me with a good time. God I am gonna murder hin (val)

OK, arachnophobia. You get out of here. Go clean up, OK? Ill have a little talk little moth friend.

No, no, no, no. Ain't no way you're going near Val.

Says anything about me? I was an overlord once I got deals. I still know how to play my cards right.

Now you're gonna ask. Shit I'm way too congested just even think about it. OK, im out of here. Bring the fuckin bottle.

poor kids gonna kill himself one of these days. Up to me to clean up the fucking mess.

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[kushami-hime]

CW: T/odoBakuDeku! Pro-hero AU, quirk mishaps, illness caused by a quirk, a lot of sniffling (like, a lot) sneezing, build ups, holdbacks, sick! T/odoroki, sick! D/eku, caretaker! B/akugo, angry B/akugo but he mellows out later (promise), D/eku being a bit whiny, stuck sneezes, muffled sneezes, B/aku gets sneezed on at least once, plenty of contagion if you squint, mentions of mess, many a-noseblow, coughing, general cold sounds, B/aku yelling, B/aku using his quirk, cooking sfx, quirk sfx, door slamming, perpetually pissed off mother hen K/acchan!

After pro heroes S/hoto and D/eku protect D/ynamight from a villains attack, they both fall horribly ill from the suspects rhinovirus quirk. Now, sneezy and underprepared for the consequences, it's up to B/akugo to take the helm and nurse the back to health. But can he keep a lid on his temper when he's finally pushed over the edge?

OK, this took...2 or 3 months? And two full evenings of editing, I didn't think this would be such a huge project but eh...HERE WE ARE lol. I really hope you guys like this one, might be one of the most anticipated so Anon, if you're still here, this is for you! Sorry it took so long-

All characters are depicted as 20+! MINORS DNI. Vanillas may look but DONT REBLOG! <3

[resowrites]

The Fight Before Christmas (part 2) - oneshot.

Summary: All is finally revealed, but will Henry and his girlfriend’s relationship ever be the same? (follow on from this oneshot, but can be read as a standalone story).

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: 18+ only (adult themes), angst, fluff, relationship difficulties/argument, brief mention toxic family dynamics, brief mention of illness/end of life care, brief allusion to smut, dialogue heavy, time hopping/vignette style, language, pet names, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 4549

A/N: Phew, here it is folks. Sorry it’s a little rushed. This week’s been crazy and I ran out of time. I hope you all enjoy and as ever, please let me know your thoughts. This piece is a big bowl of happy/sad soup, please take care when reading as I know it can be a difficult time of year. I wish all of you a safe, peaceful Holiday - R x

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The Fight Before Christmas (part 2) - oneshot.

Saturday 12:38 am

Henry hurried back inside, dazed and confused about what just happened. A rhythmic thumping noise then stopped him in his tracks. It was Kal plodding down the stairs. He usually hid in Ollie's office during the colder months, the warmth of the radiator under her desk providing a cosy place for naps. He crouched down and cuddled his boy. He must have heard the arguing, gone into their bedroom like he normally did at that time, and found them both missing. He wracked his brain for what to do. If he did go after her, she might not come back at all. But he just couldn't fathom why she was so determined to get away. He knew it wasn't anything he'd done, it was now technically the weekend which also meant he was officially off work until January. He'd been so looking forward to spending Christmas with her. Kal nudged at the hem of her coat, which dangled from the hook above them and whimpered. She'd left without it.

He shot back up and tried to find his phone, eventually realising it was still in the kitchen. He knew she probably wouldn't pick up, but he had to try. "Hi, this is Ollie. I'm sorry I can't take your call. Leave a message and I'll get back to you, thanks!" Just hearing her voice made his stomach drop. He tried to stay calm and think logically about where she might be headed. The nearest hotel was only a b&b and took a good two hours to get to, even at that time. Her only friends within an hour's distance were Rachel, Laura, and Claire. Laura used to be a nurse, but she also had young children. Would she bother her at that time? What if Laura didn't pick up and he couldn't reach either of them? His mind carried on racing until he felt something warm slide across his hand. Kal had followed him into the kitchen and was licking his fingers. "What am I gunna do mate, eh?" Kal's head merely tilted from left to right. He sighed and noticed the glass still spread out over the counter. He'd tidy up, keep ringing round for a bit, and then make up the sofa just in case she came back. But his plan didn't reassure him for long. Not when he actually looked around and knew that, already, the house seemed to have changed completely. He stared back down at his phone and decided to try texting her as well.

***

Saturday 8:06 am

"Oh Laura, thank God. Is she alright?"

"She's fine, didn't you see my text? I'm sorry I missed your calls--"

"She needs to get her hand stitched!"

"Don't worry, I've already taken care of it--"

"Well where is she? Can I talk to her?"

"Henry, calm down. I promise you, she's alright--"

"Good, then I'm on my way now." She hesitated.

"I'm not sure that's the best idea…" Henry's hand hovered over his car keys.

"What do you mean? I need her home, Laura." The worry in his voice made her heart pinch.

"I know, but I think she should stay here for a bit. What the hell happened? She was in a complete state… are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine - and I still don't bloody know! She's been acting strangely and I pushed too hard trying to find out why. I think something's up with her job, but it's not like her to just run off… something else must have happened. I've never seen her like it before, she got so angry she smashed a bottle she was holding. Has she really not said anything to you?"

"No, but then you know how stubborn she is. Don't worry, she's welcome to stay but I'll try and get her home as soon as I can. Right, I better go ring round and see if I can get some antibiotics, her hand will be okay but I don't want it getting infected."

"Yeah, sure, sorry I'll let you go. Thanks for all of this though and I'm sorry you were disturbed so late. How are Jack and the kids?"

"Yeah, all good. He'll be back in time for Christmas so my mum's looking after them while I sort out the house."

"Oh God, I'm sorry we're bothering you."

"Nah, I'm enjoying the company actually. I haven't seen her in ages so it'll be good to catch up. Please don't worry yourself, though."

"Easier said than done. To be honest, I'm afraid she won't want to come back."

"Don't be silly, she adores you. All will come right eventually, okay?"

"I hope so. Please keep an eye on her though, I'm worried about her state of mind. She isn't eating, either." She hesitated again, wondering whether or not to tell him Ollie hadn't touched her breakfast.

"I will, and I'll keep you updated. Take care of yourself, alright? And stop worrying."

"Okay, you take care as well… and give her my love." She gave her assurances and they said their goodbyes. She then peered through the kitchen door. Ollie was still sitting in the armchair, staring into space.

***

Friday 8:11 pm

"Ollie? Wh-what are you doing here?" She was in no mood for stupid questions and quickly but carefully pushed past her mother. "Ollie, don't go up there… he won't want to talk!" She let her mother's voice bounce off the stairs. When she came to the right door, she found herself holding her breath.

"… Dad? Dad, it's me, Ollie." He lifted his sagging head from the pillow and blinked until his eyes came into focus.

"W-why… why are you here?! Get out… now! Go on, go…" His rage quickly dissolved into a coughing fit.

"Dad, please. I've been trying to see you for weeks. I even had mum leave the phone by your bed so I could ring. B-but that doesn't matter now, how are you?" For several minutes he didn't respond, choosing instead to keep his cold gaze fixed on her face. Eventually, she looked away.

"Thirty-three."

"… I-I'm sorry?"

"Thirty-three years of age… and what do you have to show for it?" Her mouth went dry. "You should be a director at that company, and what are you? A glorified calculator. Why don't you toddle on back to him, while you still can? He'll get bored of you eventually…"

"That's not true."

"Oh, but it is. He doesn't love you. You're a failure, my girl. My biggest disappointment." There was no use countering his words with the same arguments she'd made time and time again. Compared to her sisters, she'd always been treated unfairly. And that wasn't about to change.

"… I-I just came to say, I'm sorry. For everything. I forgive you as well. Please, be at peace Dad. I love you." She then hurried from the room, almost bumping into her mother who it appeared had been listening in the entire time. They stared at each other for a moment. "I… wish you could have done more to help us." Her mother went to speak, then stopped herself. Ollie looked to the floor, her tears blurring her vision. "Goodbye, mum."

***

Monday

"Are you warm enough, darling? Here, let me put the seat warmers on…"

"I'm fine, love. Honest." Henry stopped fidgeting with the dials and the pair locked eyes for a moment. She cleared her throat. "… Thanks for coming to get me. And I'm sorry, for all the… theatrics." He smiled softly.

"Don't be daft. I'm just glad you're alright."

"No, I mean it. I shouldn't have handled things the way I did or said--"

"Darling, it's alright. And I'm sorry too. You said you needed space and I should have listened." An idea then popped into Henry's head. He didn't know if he could pull it off, but he'd look into it the minute they got back. "Christ, have you ever seen so much traffic on these roads? I'm sorry, I'll try and get us home as quick as I can."

"Don't worry, I don't need to be back for nine."

"Oh? Okay, well we should still be back before ten." Henry shifted awkwardly in his seat. It was less than a week until Christmas and although he was desperate to know more, he wasn't about to risk asking questions.

"It's fine actually, I won't be working again until January. I've… decided to go freelance." There was a long pause.

"Ollie… did you lose your job?" She sighed.

"Not exactly. Do you remember that presentation I had to give?" He nodded eagerly, trying to balance his attention between her and the road. "Well, it was to suggest some better ways to balance the books… the company's bracing for recession. Anyway, afterward, my new boss thanked me for my 'little talk,' but said he'd decided just to merge my department instead. I could either take a pay cut or redundancy. I gave notice right there and then. The cheeky fucker even asked if he could take me out for a drink and see whether he could find something else for me." She sniffed hard and wiped her face.

"Oh, my darling…"

"No, it's fine. Really. I know someone else in the company who went freelance about a year ago. They've already let me know they're happy to help me get set up. It'll be tough at first and I'll need to be close to my client base… but in the long term I should have greater flexibility." She tried to smile convincingly but Henry could see the fear in her eyes. At that moment, her phone pinged.

"Well, I'll be here for you every step of the way. I'll always support— darling? What's wrong?" She quickly shut off the screen.

"I, uh… nothing. It's nothing."

"… Ollie, what's going on?" She swallowed back the lump forming in her throat.

"It's nothing, darling. I mean, nothing that's worth discussing at the moment." The rest of the journey home was silent.

***

Boxing Day

Things had more or less returned to normal and they spent a lovely, if hectic, couple of days with Henry's family. They travelled back late Christmas day night so they could spend Boxing Day together. They even waited to exchange gifts. It was a tradition they'd kept from the beginning of their relationship. No matter their plans over the holidays, Boxing Day was just for the two of them. And this year Ollie was more grateful for it than ever before. She wasn't normally awake before Henry, but she took the opportunity to curl into his chest and feel the warmth of his skin against her own. "Mmmm g'morning… do I take it I'm getting my Christmas present before breakfast?" He growled into her neck, the sensation making her squeal.

"Oh behave yourself, I was cold… that's all."

"Mm-hm, I believe ya…" Henry climbed on top of her, pulling down the waistband of her pants while he smothered her with kisses.

"Henry! S-stop it!" He harrumphed, collapsed on top of her, and buried his face in her neck. "Er… what are you doing?! Get off, I can't breathe!"

"You said you were cold so I'm keeping you warm! Mmmm you've got your baby smell…" Henry breathed deeply, refusing to budge. She sighed.

***

"Hey, wait a minute, where're my bloody presents?" Henry's nose had led him straight into the kitchen, where she was making a cooked breakfast. He then tried to lift a slice of bacon straight out of the frying pan, causing her to swat his hand.

"OW! I only wanted a nibble… am I to be starved of a Boxing Day morn as well?"

"Oh shut up. How many times do I have to tell you? No eating until I've plated up. And your presents are under the tree, santa obviously didn't check his list twice this year." Henry smirked and shuffled off into the living room. "Hey! No bloody peeking!"

***

"There you are my sweet boy, is that good?" She watched as Kal dived into the bowl of cooked giblets, smoothing down the knitted Christmas jumper she'd made for him, over his back.

"Hey, why does he get to have his presents before me?"

"Cos he's not a whiney little shit. That's why."

"Well, it's a good job I'm the forgiving sort. Heads up!" Henry lobbed a present straight at her, almost conking her on the head.

"Jesus Henry, you almost took me out!" But he just grinned and carried on munching away at some leftover toast.

"W-what… what’s this?" She opened the box to find a large, plastic magnifying glass.

"Well, you know how you're really vain and won't get glasses--"

"I'm vain?!?!"

"… I thought it might come in handy," Henry then reached over and clicked a button on the side, "see? It lights up and look, it even folds in half…"

"Oh? Well then you know where you can stick it…" He struggled to hold in his laughter.

"What? That's a lovely gift! I bet you didn’t put as much thought into mine…"

"Well why don't you open it and see? I'm tempted to throw it but I might strain my wrist…" Henry lifted the heavy box onto his lap.

"Christ, what did you get me?" He ripped away the paper.

"It's a Hollywood mirror, like the ones you get in your trailers. Now you can be the star of the show, even at home…" Henry rubbed his jaw, trying to hide his smile.

"Well, d'ya like it?" He nodded, still unable to look straight into her deadpan eyes. "Oh good. You got any more for me?" Henry pointed towards another box. She gasped the minute she opened it.

"You got me new headphones?! Oh, Henry… these must have cost a fortune!"

"Do you like them? They're proper noise-cancelling ones."

"So I don't have to listen to you anymore?! Oh my God, I love them! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He chuckled.

"Well?!"

"Well, what?!"

"Where's my kiss?" She sighed and plonked herself next to him, pecking his fuzzy cheek. "Is that last one for me?" Henry eyed the final box beneath the tree. She gulped. Normally they promised only to buy each other a couple of joke presents. She reasoned that he spoiled her enough, even though they both knew that wasn't quite true. She'd never let Henry spend much money on her. She felt she had enough of her own and more to the point, it made her uncomfortable. But she hadn't anticipated the headphones. Uneasily, she watched as he ripped open the paper. Henry stared down at the gift for several moments. A boxset of Witcher books.

"I, er… thought you might want to double-check the source material." To this day, she didn't know how she managed to keep a straight face. He cleared his throat, put the books aside, and got to his feet. "What are you doing?"

"You've got a five-minute headstart."

***

Henry spent most of the next hour chasing her around the house, culminating in sex which lasted a further two. "Hey, do you remember our first Christmas?" He whispered eventually, his body still wrapped around her own.

"Mmm, you mean where you broke the oven door checking on the turkey?"

"I was just seeing if it was done!"

"… Or to make sure it was cooking evenly."

"Well what can I say, I'd yet to fully appreciate your culinary prowess. I think even my mum's turkey can't beat yours."

"It did that year." Henry chuckled. "But thanks for the bargaining chip. I've got something to hold over you now if ever you should cross me…"

"Ollie, look at me." She turned her head. "You've got to learn to be more forgiving…" She swatted him on the arm. "Right, come on, we can’t lay here all day."

"Oh, I thought you'd want another round?"

"Always. But come on, get dressed and then meet me in the car."

"Why? Are you throwing me out? On Boxing Day?! Oh, Henry. It was only some books." Henry ignored her deadpan face.

"Well, as deserved as that might be, it's actually so I can give you your last gift. Just put together a bag of any extra stuff you want to bring, your clothes are already packed."

"What d'ya mean? Where are we going?"

"You'll see. Come on, shift it." He spanked her backside and pulled her out of bed.

"Well hang on, I better get some knickers as well. I know you won't have packed them." Henry smirked.

***

She jogged downstairs, her rucksack already on her back, only to find Henry still in the living room. "Oh no, don't tell me the car won’t start? Didn't you only just fill it up?" The look on his face was unreadable and his arms remained crossed. "Henry, what is it?"

"Your mum just phoned." A pit opened in her stomach. "She's been trying to get hold of you since Monday. Your father’s been moved into end of life care."

"Yes, I know." She dropped her rucksack to the floor and began rooting around it, more for something to do at that moment than anything else.

"Apparently he's been sick for a while."

“I only found out last month."

"… And you didn't think to tell me?" She moved her chargers to another pocket, concerned they'd scratch her tablet. "Ollie?"

"What, Henry?" She snapped back up, exasperation now lacing her voice. He had to tread carefully.

"Why didn't you say anything?!" She sighed.

"Because you'd just given me the promise ring and found out you were playing Superman again! Things were so happy that I wanted to wait, but then they told you they were recasting, and after that came Christmas. When exactly was I meant to tell you?!"

"Don't make excuses Ollie, there's never a right moment for that sort of news and you know it. I mean I knew something was wrong, but I never suspected it was this. You've spent all this time with it weighing on you, and for what? If it was my father you wouldn't have been able to do enough for me!"

"Your Dad's not like mine!" She tried desperately to hold back her tears. Henry rushed towards her. "No, stop! I’m okay, really."

"For God's sake, stop it! No, you're not. None of this is okay! Is that where you were Friday? What the hell did he say to you?!" Relief washed over her. At least her mother hadn't told him that much.

"Nothing, we said our goodbyes and parted peacefully. I was just exhausted by the time I got back, it was a bloody long day."

"Stop lying to me, Ollie. And why aren't you talking to your mum? You can't just cut off your family— "

"Henry, enough. I'm not discussing it. Today's supposed to be our day." Henry sighed and bowed his head.

"… I just wish that, for once, you could trust me enough to be honest. That's all." He kissed her forehead, picked up her rucksack, and headed out the door.

***

For the first half an hour, the journey was mostly silent. Eventually, she couldn't stand it anymore. "I'm sorry, okay? I hate that part of my life, and I didn't want any more of it bleeding into everything we've built together--"

"Ollie, you never have to hide anything from me!"

"Just let me finish. I thought I was protecting us from all of it but… clearly not. So, in the new year, I'm gunna get some help."

"What, you mean like… therapy? Darling, I'm not going anywhere, surely you know that?"

"It's not just for us, I need some help trying to process everything better as well." Henry's heart sank.

"Okay… but please know that I'm here for you. I mean it Ollie, there's nothing you can't talk to me about. Will you let me pay for the sessions? What else can I do?"

"My savings will cover it, darling. And you do enough for me, you always have." Another silence descended over the car.

***

After an hour and a half, they finally arrived at a little cottage, perched along with its neighbour in the corner of a meadow that rolled down to a private beach. "Oh my God, is that the sea?!" Ollie clasped her hands together in delight. Henry just smiled, grabbed their bags, and led her into one of the most beautiful living rooms she'd ever seen. Low oak beams and a large, roaring fireplace framed the neatly whitewashed walls, all currently adorned with holly and ivy. "So… first impressions?"

"It's beautiful," She ducked in and out of the other rooms, her excitement only growing, "I could stay here forever!" His smile grew wider.

"Well that's lucky… cos it's yours." Henry winged a set of keys right at her, the shock of what he'd just said almost causing her to drop them.

"You what?!"

"I've still got some paperwork to sign, but it's yours darling."

"I, I…" She fell to the sofa, struggling to comprehend what was happening. He gently took a seat beside her. "Henry… you can't buy me a house!"

"Why not?" She jumped to her feet and quickly started pacing about.

"Because it's too much! We already have a lovely house! Oh my God, it must have cost the earth, at least me pay half--" Henry climbed to his feet and rubbed her shoulders in a vain attempt to calm her down.

"You're not paying a bloody penny. Consider it our holiday home if you must, but I wanted you to have a place to go when you need space. I know you find being at home tough when I'm away, so this can be a change of scenery. You love the sea and I'll feel a lot better if I know you're safe and comfortable here. And don't worry, there's a lovely older couple next door, they've already told me they're happy to help look after the place when we're gone." She was so overwhelmed she couldn’t speak. He wiped the tears from her eyes and cradled her face, "will you please accept it?" She dashed back into the hallway and Henry could hear the unzipping of her rucksack.

"… Only if you accept this. It doesn't quite compare to a house, but I hope you'll like it all the same."

"You got me a Christmas card?" She ignored his deadpan face and snatched back the envelope. She then took a deep breath.

“Henry William - and one I still can't pronounce - Cavill. You live to irritate me," Henry's look of confusion was replaced by a set of pursed lips, "you somehow manage to make more mess than Kal, as well as shed twice as much hair--"

"Is this actually leading somewhere?"

"And I'll be amazed if I don't lose all of my hair by the time you lose the rest of yours. All that being said, I don't want to miss another second of any of it, ever again. Will you marry me?"

"… What?" His voice was small and confused.

"I said, will you marry me?!" Henry blinked a few times and took a couple of steps back, rubbing his forehead as he chuckled.

"Are you serious?" She nodded eagerly. "No… you want to marry me? For real?!"

"Yes!" He then rushed towards her. Before she knew it, she was in a fireman's lift being wildly spun about while Henry whooped and cheered at the top of his lungs. Poor Kal could only bark in confusion.

"HENRY! P-PUT ME DOWNNN!" By the time he stood her upright, she was close to falling down. Henry grabbed then her cheeks, which gradually helped the room stop spinning.

"Are you sure though, darling? You were adamant about not getting married. You're not just doing it because, well… I mean a lot's going on at the moment."

"Henry, whether it be love or demonic possession, I truly wish to marry you--"

"But you're not just asking because I bought the house, are you? Are these actually Playstation vouchers?" He picked up the envelope that had dropped to the floor in all the chaos.

"Oh… I thought you wanted Xbox ones?" Henry's mouth fell open, causing her to snicker. "Why don't you just open it?" He eyed her suspiciously before tearing open the envelope. "As I was the one to propose, I thought you'd probably want to pick out the rings. So… is that a yes then?" Henry's vision blurred as he looked down at the invitation for a fitting at a bespoke jeweller.

"Henry?!" She wiped the tears that spilled down his face as he nodded.

"… But what about our promise rings?"

"Well, they can be our engagement rings." Henry chewed his lip, still struggling to believe what was happening.

"So are you going to be a 'Mrs?' And take my last name?"

"Mm-hm."

"Are you gunna wear a dress?"

"Mm-hm."

"Can I call you 'wife,' now? All the time?"

"Mmm… let's say twice a day. Once in the morning and once at night. And only after we're married."

"Okay well let's circle back to that… can we have guests? Not too many but a few? Where are we going to have it? And when?!" His face was so eager and bright that she couldn't help but smile.

"Well… this place looks like it's got a nice little garden. Why don't we have it out there as soon as the weather's warmer? We could then go back to ours and have a garden party, that way more people could attend afterward--" Henry quickly pulled her into a tight hug.

"… You don't have to do this just to make me happy." She smiled against the middle of his chest, the weight of his arms around her only adding to her comfort.

"I'm doing it because of how happy you make me, you silly sod."

"I love you, my darling."

"Right up until you leave more for an eighteen-year-old?" Henry tutted.

"Look at me, I'm not going anywhere. How could I ever leave my wally Ollie?"

"But what if my arse gets bigger?"

"… How big are we talking?" She bopped him on the arm. "Well I suppose I can always have the doors widened," she rolled her eyes, "don't worry! As you said, I won't have much hair left by then, no one else will want me." She sighed. "I love you, my darling."

"And I, you. Fuck knows why."

"Well, maybe this'll also help. I'm not leaving in January."

"What? Why?! You said I could have this place to myself!" Henry roared with laughter.

"I thought you'd be pleased!"

"Well… I suppose. But what happened?"

"Filming got pushed back." She eyed him warily.

"Henry--"

"Darling, I want to be with you--"

"But you can't just turn down work! What will--" Henry gently clamped his hand over her mouth.

"Ah, much better. Now, are you gunna say it back or what?" She shoved his hand away.

"Say what, you arch idiot?"

"You know what!" She sighed again.

"I love you too. There, happy?" Henry tilted her chin and kissed her deeply.

"More than any man on God's green earth."

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Got secrets i cant tell

🦙: pairing: Hyunjin & f!reader

🦙: Genre: smut. below 18? DNI

🦙: synopsis: having explicit dreams about hyunjin caused desires to build up. one night, you both caved in and fulfilled what you both want.

🦙: warnings: cheating, unprotected sex, drinking, tipsy, kissing whilst tipsy, explicit language, blowjob, face - fucking, clit play, masturbation, reader becomes dumb, degrading name (slut), implications of choking

🦙: words: 4.5k

🦙: a/n: eh. it kinda got sloppy towards the end. i need more practise writing smut tbh. this wasnt my original idea of a hyunjin fic. my original idea didn't turn out the way i wanted it to be so i decided to move onto something new. maybe i will go back to my original idea but idk, lmao. title is a lyric from “play with fire” - Sam Tinnesz ft Yacht Money. (we all know that song and still havent moved on from it) if i missed anything in warning, lmk. feedback, likes and reblogs are much appreciated. tyvm and enjoy!

🦙:  part 2

🦙: master list

"you're such a good girl for me, (Y/N). you'd do anything and everything for me, wouldn't you?" you nodded frantically. your inability to form sentence disappearing the moment hyunjin penetrated you with his cock. his hips moving from slow to fast, loving the way your face contorted in the sheer amounts of pleasure he was giving you. His veiny hands gripped onto your thighs, pushing and spreading them apart further, enabling a better view for him.

"fuck, your pussy is swallowing me. i can never get over how good you feel around me. so wet, warm and so fucking tight." he grunted as you mewled at his words, hands gripping onto the sheets tightly turning your knuckles white. his name falling out off your mouth, breathing laboured as he thrusted into you with power, the wet sounds mixing in with your moans and his grunts.

hyunjin let go off your legs and lent over you. you instantly wrapped your legs around him, heals digging into him. you wanted more, you needed more, so you tried pushing him in more causing a low chuckle to fall from the man that providing you with immense pleasure.

"such a greedy girl. you want more yet you have all of me. im balls deep in you baby yet youre so greedy and needy for me, its pathetic. its pathetic how you've become like this and its all because of me, isn't that right." he leans in close, lips close to yours, breath hitting your lips with every word that comes out off his mouth. you whimper at his dirty talk, clenching around him causing him to groan. hyunjin kisses you messily, spit and tongues becoming one with each other. you grip onto his back, nails digging in leaving crescent marks behind.

"i need you to do one thing for me baby." hyunjin murmurs against your lips. "what is it? ill do anything for you hyunjin." you whimpered against his lips

"i need you to wake up"

"what..?" you blinked, confused. "what do you mean..?"

"wake up."

you awoke suddenly, panting as you stare at the ceiling coming to terms with what just happened. still in disbelief, you sat up slowly, breathing calming down once you realised it was just another dream. you was in your room, your partner sleeping peacefully beside you. you bit your lip gently as you looked at them, feeling slightly guilty that this was becoming a reoccurring thing. deciding to go for a shower to somewhat calm down some more, you threw the duvet off you, making your way to the bathroom. it was at that moment that you felt an uncomfortable stickiness, underwear sticking to your crotch.

deciding to do something about it, you turned the shower on and locked the bathroom door, back sliding down it as you parted your legs, taking your underwear off. throwing them into the dirty wash basket, you slowly rubbed small circles on your clit, moaning quietly. your free hand playing with your breast slowly, occasionally squeezing the flesh. you dipped your finger into your entrance, finger becoming wet with your essence and using it to stimulate your clit more. you closed your eyes, thinking back to the dream you awoke from.

it felt so real, so good. the way his skin felt against yours, his breath against your lips. the way his hips moved against yours as he thrusted into you. he was gentle, but firm which is what you like. he complimented you, calling you a good girl and that your pussy felt so good around him. he was on the verge of being pussy drunk. you wanted it, you wanted him. you slipped two fingers inside, moving them fast as you thought about all the dirty things you wanted to do to hyunjin. the hand that was on your breast, came down to rub fast circles on your clit, hyunjins name falling from your mouth in the form of quiet whimpers.

you imagined hyunjin was with you right now being the one that was pleasuring you or maybe, he would watch you pleasuring yourself, calling you a good girl, his dirty slut. you wanted his big hands around you, around your neck if possible. a familiar knot started to tighten as you continued to pleasure yourself, thinking of hyunjin, moaning out his name. with one final rub and thrust of the fingers, the knot became undone, your orgasm rippling throughout your body causing you to shake and instinctively close your legs. you bit your lip hard to stop you from calling out hyunjins name as you rode our your orgasm.

coming down from it, a wave of guilt washed over you. your brain becoming clear and aware of what just happened. you just got yourself off thinking of someone else, whilst your partner was sound asleep in the room next door. you sighed, standing up and taking the rest of your nightwear off, stepping into the warm shower. you let the water run over your body as you started to think.

sadly, this wasn't a first for you. waking up wet from a sex dream about hyunjin then locking yourself in the bathroom to get yourself off was becoming a regular thing and it had been for a couple of months now, ever since you met him. its not like you was starving of human touch either, you and your partner are pretty active in the bedroom department, they know how to please you but when they introduced you to hyunjin, his work colleague, you was blown away.

you thought you had met a God, a prince. his beauty was breath-taking, almost overwhelming. from his long, shiny hair that someone stayed in place and never became messy, to his perfectly proportioned face, you thanked the heavens above for blessing your eyes with such beauty in the form of Hwang Hyunjin. As time went on, he slowly became a part of your life. You both got on very well very quickly, which your partner liked. they said it was good that you was finally getting to have some friends and being social. you would invite hyunjin over for dinner at times, sometimes go on shopping dates together or have a picnic in the park. the more time you spent with him, the more you got to know him.

you learnt that he's a hopeless romantic and it showed in his art work. pictures of couples kissing, hugging, taking walks together in the form of either watercolour or pencil was enough to make you think that he couldn't get any more perfect. he gifted you a watercolour painting of your favourite flowers for your birthday which is hung proudly in the hallway. The more hyunjin opened up you, the more you got to know him better and it was until you learnt that he hasn't been in a relationship for a few years, claiming that he only gets used for his looks.

"Its a confidence boost to them, to gossip about how they’re with someone like me. and im not talking about the good kind of confidence boost." you vaguely remember him saying those words before claiming that he only does one night stands. That was the beginning of your curiosity. Hyunjin is a man, he has needs and what he does with his sex life, is his business - but you wanted to be part of that business.

a few weeks went by with you thinking about him. what would he be like? would he be passionate and caring, treating you like a Queen or would he be rough and selfish, not caring about you but himself, chasing his own high. you'd often daydream about his hands roaming around your body, groping your ass and breast, occasionally wrapping his long fingers around your neck, pressing gently before they would be inside you, thrusting and curving them to hit that sweet spot.

you was lost in your thoughts one day whilst grocery shopping until you overheard two females gossiping about hyunjin. you know you shouldn't eavesdrop but you couldn't help yourself once you heard his name. you overheard them both explaining how he knew how to treat and pleasure a woman right, knew which spots to hit and where. How he was an expert in the oral department. "the pleasure was so intense, i thought i was going to pass out." overhearing everything they had to say, made you crave for hyunjin and that craving was merely satisfied one night.

your partner had gone out with a few of his friends, a catch up, he called it but you knew he would be coming home drunk at 4am. An hour into being alone, you called hyunjin over, claiming you needed company and you was bored. 10 minutes later, he was round your apartment, both of you sat on the sofa, gossiping about everything whilst occasionally taking shots and drinking.

after your 4th or 5th shot, you felt the alcohol take effect. you felt a little warm and light-headed. you was a happy drunk, laughing at almost anything there was to laugh at. Hyunjin was also a little tipsy and you learnt that tipsy hyunjin equals physical touch. he couldn't keep his hands off you and not in a sexual way. whenever you would crack a joke, he would slap your thigh gently, push you slightly whilst in fits of giggles. his hands would be situated on your thigh, thumb rubbing small circles on the flesh. Whether it was the alcohol taking effect or your curiosity getting the better of you, you became brave.

hyunjin was putting his glass down on the coffee table, licking his lips causing you to overally stare at them. he noticed you looking, his eyebrow raising slightly as his lips curled into a smirk. he placed his soft hands on your cheek, leaning in slowly. your heart hammered against your chest as you closed your eyes, preparing yourself for what was about to come. After a few seconds, you felt warm, soft lips pressed against your own. you hummed softly, your own hands situating themselves on top of his thighs.

with a little more confidence, hyunjin moved his lips and you responded by moving your own in sync with his. His tongue darting out and licking your bottom lip slowly, requesting permission which you gladly did by parting your own lips. your tongues collided together, spit pooling at the corners of your mouth. Your breathing heavy as you felt excited, skin heating up. you was melting into him, into the kiss. butterflies erupting in your stomach, arousal present at the pit of your stomach. you moaned softly wanting more, needing more. hyunjin pulled away slowly, biting his lip. you opened your eyes and looked at him, swallowing slightly. it wasnt until you was both calm that guilt settled in for you both. you both crossed that line that should never be crossed. you both vowed to keep it a secret, to carry on as normal so your partner, his best friend, wouldn't get suspicious.

a few weeks had passed since the kiss and that was when the dreams started. it started of vague, your dreams taking you back to that night but it soon started to escalate. from kissing to fingering, giving and receiving oral. you would do it in public, in photo booths, changing rooms, cinemas. your dreams where driving you crazy at that point because it just made you want hyunjin more and to feed the burning desire and curiosity within.

Your first full blown sex dream happened shortly after and that was the icing on the cake for you. most mornings you'd awake and do your ritual of locking yourself in the bathroom to pleasure yourself whilst thinking back to your dreams. you couldnt bear it anymore but at the same time, you felt guilty. your partner had no idea what was going on in that head of yours and he also had no idea that you and his best friend shared an intimate kiss. you was good at acting normal with him.

the day you decided to put some distance between you and hyunjin, was the day that you masturbated to him whilst he was in your apartment. it was a scorching hot day and hyunjin decided to stop by, have a chat with his best friend and work colleagues. He was dressed in a sleeveless top and denim shorts. nothing out of the ordinary right? however, his long hair was tied up, loose stands fell in front of his angelic face, he was noticeably sweating, face and neck shiny with moisture, his little baby hairs at the back of his neck sticking to his skin. it was like your dream, except a hundred times better.

you couldn't concentration on what he had to say that day. you couldn't help but admire him, admire how his biceps looked, how his eyes would crinkle when he smiled or that infectious laugh of his that you adore. you had to excuse yourself when Hyunjin innocently placed a hand on your leg, skin burning up instantly. you locked yourself in the bathroom, panting and aroused. after you was done, you decided that it was best for you to distance yourself from hyunjin, for your own sake. you couldn't carry on like this anymore.

months later, you was still having dreams but the weren't as frequent anymore. trying to distance yourself from hyunjin was hard at the beginning but you somehow managed. when he would come over, you'd excuse yourself and go to the store or a café. When he would text you asking if you wanted to grab a coffee, you'd lie and say you wasnt feeling very well. you thought your mind had calmed down until he showed up at your door unannounced.

that's how you found yourself in your current situation. you was backed up against the wall, hyunjin hands placed on the wall beside your head, trapping you in. your mind doing a full 360, butterflies erupting in your stomach, spreading all over your body. your inches away from his body, his lips. those lips you kissed months ago.

"why have you been avoiding me, (Y/N)?" you turned your head to the side, avoiding his gaze. he grabbed your chin firm but gently, making you look at him. you swallowed, heart beat picking up in pace as you looked in his eyes.

"I - I dont know what you mean." you whispered. you could feel yourself slowly crumbling under his touch, melting away as his eyes bore into your own.

"Don't play dumb with me. You don't think i don't know. every since the kiss, you've been acting strange around me. did i do something wrong? something to upset you? did you not like this kiss?" you pressed your lips together, words stuck in your throat. Hyunjin leant in close, his breath hitting the shell of your ear before smirking. "But i know you liked it. i know what you did that day, in the bathroom."

eyes widening, you looked at hyunjin panicked. You had been caught, you thought you was careful. you especially took extra precautions that day. you looked at your feet, eyes welling with tears. you was embarrassed, ashamed.

"I'm sorry." you shakily whispered. hyunjin laughed softly before lifting your chin up with his fingers. "Don't be. it was hot. hearing you moan my name like that. but it does make me wonder, what else do you fantasy about?"

you stayed silent, embarrassed as a flood of dreams and memories came rushing back to you. you shook your head no indicating that you wasn't going to tell. Hyunjin ran his fingers through his hair before leaning in close to your lips. you instinctively licked your own.

"be a good girl and tell me what you fantasies about." you snapped, rationality gone, flying out the window. his hands were trailing down your sides, turning you into putty. he smirked. he had you right where he wanted you.

"i think about how we would have sex in public. i-in cinemas and changing rooms. how id be on my knees, allowing you to use my mouth and fuck my throat. Id let you use me, b-because I'm just a toy, a slut for you." you whimpered as hyunjin growled lowly.

"how long has this been going on for?"

"since we met.." hyunjin let out a shaky breath. the air between you both was so thick with want and arousal, you could cut it with a knife. Hyunjin suddenly crashed his lips against yours. it took a few seconds for you to realise what was happening before you closed your eyes and melted into the kiss, into him. his hands snaked around your waist, pulling you flush to his body. moans and groans mixed with tongues, saliva and pants. you pulled away slightly, whispering "we cant do this. my partner, your friend. what i they walk in? what if we get caught?"

"fuck it. I've wanted you for so long, its agonizing. i want to sink my teeth into you, devour you. i want to feel you around my aching cock, call you a good girl as i watch you ride me. i want to see that pretty face of yours full of pleasure that i will so happily give to you. getting caught just adds to the fun."

you lost. you caved into your pent up desires. your kisses were filled with hunger. his hands trailing over your curves, squeezing ever inch before he squeezed your breasts. you whimpered softly before pulling away from his lips. making eye contact with him, you slowly lowered yourself to your knees, grabbing the waistband of his pants and underwear.

"w-wait. what are you doing?"

"let me. i want to, i always have. I'm going crazy, hyunjin. i want this, i want you." you was desperate as you pulled down his clothing. you didn't care how needy or slutty you looked or sounded, you had him here and you wasn't going to let the opportunity slip away from you again. Hyunjin was in shocked, seeing this side of you ignited something deep within him. running his fingers through your hair, he hummed as he watched you.

pulling clothing down to his ankles, his hard cock sprung free. you swallowed and licked your lips. it was better than you imagined, better than your dreams. you gently grabbed the base, feeling the warmth against your hand as you slowly stroked him, rotating your wrist slightly. you looked up at the man who was towering over you to see his eyebrows furrowed together, lip caught in between his teeth.

sticking your tongue out, you licked from base to tip slowly. you planted soft and delicate kisses along the side before licking it again. stopping at the tip, you licked it, salty pre cum collecting on your tongue. Hyunjin groaned, encouraging you to wrap you lips around him. your warm mouth caved him in as you sucked, flattening your tongue and hollowing out your cheeks. your hand had moved to his balls, fondling them. hyunjin moaned, tugging your hair and collecting it into a make shift ponytail. you stopped suddenly and closed your eyes. you tapped on hyunjin's thighs. he swallowed when he realised what you wanted him to do.

hyunjin thrusted into your mouth slowly, testing the waters to see how far he could go. once confident that he could be a bit rougher, he picked up the pace, going deeper, the tip reaching the back of your throat. hyunjin moaned and groaned as he continued to abuse your throat with his cock, the grip on your hair tightening. tears collected in the corners of your eyes, drool slowly making it way down your chin and on the floor beneath you. your underwear was soaked with arousal, pussy clenching around nothing.

hyunjin pulled his cock out off your mouth, making a loud 'pop'. whimpering at the lost, hyunjin looked down at you to see the state you was in. eyes hooded, chin wet with drool, hair tousled and lips slightly swollen. kneeling down to you, he wiped your chin, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip

"you did such a good job, (Y/N). i always knew you was such a good girl." you whimpered at his praises, your hand making its way down to your pussy. hyunjin watched with a raised brow, licking his lips when your hand disappeared underneath the fabric of your underwear. you rubbed slow circles on your clit, moaning softly. Hyunjin watched your every more and it wasn't until you looked him in the eye and moaned his name, that he snapped.

in one swift motion, he had picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder. you squealed as he made his way to the bedroom you share with your partner. throwing you onto the soft mattress gently, you propped yourself up by your elbows and spread your legs allowing hyunjin to see the damn spot that had accumulated from your arousal. you licked your bottom lip as you looked at hyunjin, fingertips feathering along the inside of your thigh.

discarding the rest of his clothes, hyunjin knelt on the bed in between your legs, taking your top off. his hands lightly trailed up from your stomach to your right breast, gripping it in his big hands, squeezing it. you whimpered softly before kissing him again, this time with hunger. Hyunjins fingers grazed over your nipple, the sensitive nub causing you to shiver and mewl.

pulling away from your lips, he shimmed his way to situate himself between your legs. grabbing the waistband of your underwear, he pulled the down and off. the cold air hitting your arousal caused you to shiver. Hyunjins dragged his finger up and down your slit, occasionally rubbing your clit, teasing your entrance by sliding one finger in and then back out again causing you to clench and squirm

"Hyunjin, stop teasing me! i need you so bad! im going insane! give me that cock of yours. ruin me, devour me. ive wanted you for months and all your doing is teasing me!" you whined, eyes becoming wet with tears of frustration. hyunjin didn't think he was that kind of man, seeing someone beg and be frustrated due to him teasing. he didn't think he would be the type of person to love seeing someone cry yet here he was, cock twitching at the sight you begging for him, hot tears collecting in the corners of your eyes. his name rolling off your tongue in the form of frustrated whimpers.

"give it to me. hyunjin. please, give it to me. i need it. i need you. i need your cock inside me, ruining my insides. i don't care anymore, i just- please!!"

in one swift motion, hyunjin was on his back, you straddled on top of him. your entrance hovered above his tip as his hands situated themselves on your waist.

"you want it, you work for it." pressing your lips together, you grabbed the base of his cock, guiding it towards your entrance. slowly lowering yourself, you felt the burn due to being stretch. hyunjins hands squeezed your waist tightly, doing everything in his power to not slam you down. you soon had his entire length inside you, waiting a few minutes to get use to his size.

"s-so big." you mewled, slowly lifting your hips ups before lowering them again. you picked up the pace once you got accustomed to his size, mewls turning into moans with added groans mixed in from the man below you.

"fuck (Y/N) you’re so wet, so tight for me. i cant believe i’ve waited all this time to fuck you!" hyunjin thrusting upwards to met with your thrusts, moans and wet sounds filling up the bedroom. "Fuck this" hyunjin growled, putting you on your back. grabbing your hips and pushing his length back in. his thrust were quick. he was balls deep in you, his hips snapping against your own. the tip of his cock hitting that soft, squishy area that made you toss and turn in pleasure.

your skin was on fire. your hips and back of your thighs starting to hurt from the constant snapping of hyunjins hips. your mind was blank, the only thing you could think of was the glorious man above you. your hands grabbing his shoulders, nails digging into his soft, milky skin leaving crescent marks behind. pleasure was rippling through your body.

"good. s-so good. its so good. you're so good. oh g-god!" you closed your eyes, a familiar knot tightening in the pit of your stomach as hyunjin rubbed lazy circles on your clit, your pussy clenching around his cock causing him to grunt

"you close, doll? you want to cum?" you nodded frantically, your hand grabbing his wrist that was rubbing your clit, squeezing tightly as you became closer to the edge. "fuck, (Y/N). i don't think i can last much longer either."

"inside. cum inside."

"you sure? that's really risky. we're not even using protection for a start."

"its ok. on the pill. its fine, just give it to me. please hyunjin. i want all of you!" with a final snap of his hips, the knot became undone. moaning out his name in a string of curses, your body twitched, back arched and legs shake as you rode out your high with the help of hyunjin. you pushed away his hand that was stimulating your clit claiming you was sensitive to the touch. seeing you orgasm was enough for hyunjin to halt his movements, body twitching as he painted your walls with him cum. he thrusted shallowly, helping to ride out both your highs before gently pulling out and resting beside you.

panting and covered in sweat, you looked at hyunjin and smiled sleepily. he extended his hand out and stroked your cheek softly. for a brief moment, you forgot about the world, about life. it was you and him, together.

"what do we do now?" you asked, opening your eyes

"well, we go shower and clean up."

"no silly. what do WE do now. as in, where does this lead us?" hyunjin hummed for a second, thinking.

"well, i enjoyed it. a lot." you nodded, feelings mutual. "however, there is a slight problem to that. we 100% crossed that line that shouldn't be crossed and i cant help but feel guilty for it but at the same time, its exhilarating."

you nodded again, agreeing with him. he's right, its so wrong what you two had just done but it felt so right. you felt guilty because your partner didn't deserve the betrayal from you both however, the danger of possibly being caught was exciting to you both. "do you wanna continue or..?"

"do you?" he turned the question back onto you. you thought about it for a second before nodding slowly.

"then i guess you'll be my little secret, princess."

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Eh? by u/Economy-Alfalfa-2241

Eh? Someone is going to have to explain posh branding to me - the nearest I get to posh is if we've got those carrots in that still have green stuff attached. They're all sneery, those carrots - because Lordy, where do I start?Most importantly: why is Megdusa wafting around in a huge frock and how hard were the camera crew laughing? Why is it so yellow and bleary? Did she dip the camera in the chip-pan? Are we supposed to think she's the long -suffering ghost of Casa Dumbarse: ancient seat of the House of Gobshite?Chip-pan Ghost™? Oh God help me sinners, I can't breathe 😂😂😂Is this Archfail? Or new shiny Sussex? Is one part of another? I mean, ChipPan Ghost is....something, but is this The Brand™? I'm almost expecting this to be some weird psy-op and Ari E is going to pop out from behind the huge skirts of the poshfrock with "ta-da! This is why you need our branding services!" complete with a whole new glo-up and we find out this strange, incoherent mess was all part of how to make a mahoossive SPLASH. Except Ari noped out so we just have a sort of sad.... "blop..."And what if I want Numbnut? Which of these variable organisations is him? This is the most incoherent launch I have ever seen and it leads to nowhere. No products, no services - it's the ultimate "jam later!" but it's posh jam? Say for a minute that I were utterly mental and I wanted to support Brand Suckarse: Reject Royals, then how do I...? Where do I....? Who do I...? There's no overall brand, just these placemarkers each with ill-defined lines.This is their need to stick it the monarchy; Dimbo *will have* the equivalent of the Duchy. But that not only grew up and created an entire market doing so, it's also intricately linked with the Crown and public holdings. You can't just replicate the entire thing elsewhere then try and force it into a business model that didn't even exist when the power structures of the UK were set and yes, the Duchy of Cornwall is private but it's certainly not extant just to feed a product line nor is it a straightforward company holding. It shows how little he really does know of our history that he doesn't understand why he doesn't get his own duchy to play with, waaaah.All that aside and assuming we do the usual bugger-all to stop them, even with everything working out and their keeping this, who will it even serve? Those who want tradition have a billion options, the lifestyle-gurus are selling a curated image based on themselves at least but this looks like it's trying to be BritainLite™ With no disrespect, do they have a target audience in the numbers, with the disposable income and of the strata of society to be buying The Lifestyle? There are plenty of middle-aged mums doing the whole beige thing, the younger ones have different dreams coming up....I just can't see the niche? And don't things like this rely not just on branding, but in repeat sales? Just.....who is this *FOR?* (Well, other than him, her and their egos 🙄)How many vanity projects can they support? post link: https://ift.tt/zLk4K86 author: Economy-Alfalfa-2241 submitted: March 15, 2024 at 03:36PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Sticking Point 4

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, possible violence, illness, death, bullying, ableism, and other elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are sent in the place of your ailing sister to marry a stranger. (Regency AU)

Character: Loki

Note: It's Friday. I'll probably try to chill. Work is wild yall.

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There's a silence, weighed between three; Thor, Jane, and yourself. You feel is crushing you, resting across your chest, constricting your throat. You put your gloved fingertips on the table and rise.

"Pawdon," you cringe at your own voice, "I must see to my mother…"

Thor rises, Jane doesn't bother as she pats her stomach. You leave without further pretense. Your skirts ruffle around your slippers as you flee without true purpose.

It's an excuse. Your mother wouldn't want to see you, to be reminded of the burden she's left with. Your betrothed and his parents can hardly think better of the circumstance. Yet you loathe to think how it should be if this contract is declared null.

You enter the corridor and turn aimless towards the center of the house. Apart from the few rooms you've been shown into, you haven't much sense for the layout of the house. Loki never troubled to guide you and your mother kept herself cloistered up in her grief.

You shuffle forward. Perhaps a breath of fresh air or if you go so far as your chambers, you might hide in there. You proceed through to the drawing room and give pause. Low timbres in mid-hush, from behind a door not quite shut.

Your name escape the space between frame and clasp. You go no further, instead tiptoeing to hide behind a broad bookshelf, just between the hidden office and the entrance. You tamp down your breaths and listen, knowing you shouldn't, knowing you can only regret to hear the unbridled truth.

"...she can hardly speak a word…"

"Perhaps it is that you don't allow her too. You've always been one to do overly much speaking," Odin retorts, "Loki, have you considered her demureness may be a blessing? That the sort you are would do better with one who listens before they talk, eh? You could learn–"

"Father, she is not what I was promised."

"She holds the same bearing and she is not hideous. She's rather becoming, I think–"

"Oh yes, then why don't you have her? Have you tired of the maid already?"

"Careful, boy," Odin growls, "do not be so petulant. If you could restrain yourself you might realise what you've been given."

"A dumb mute–"

There's a strike of flesh on flesh. A grunt and a snarl, each from a different throat.

"She is to be your wife. Do not sow bitterness in the soil. You should pity that she must put up with an ingrate such as yourself. You are getting exactly as I promised, you will have your vineyard in Kyri, you will have an estate in tears when her father is regrettably gone… what else can I give you? Shall I cut my heart out?"

"If I refuse, I have Jade Park. It is mine by right."

"You haven't any right if you do not provide an heir to it," Odin rebuffs.

"She is not the only duke's daughter–"

"Of a dozen, I'm sure, but cruel as it is to say, they aren't all in queue for a second born."

"You needn't remind me. Thor has his pick, he may do as he pleases, and I get scraps!" Loki blusters, "fine, father, if only to rid myself of your mighty hand. I will marry and you will be gone from my estate. By my right!"

You press yourself to the wall and clamp your lips shut as Loki storms out. He has his hand on his cheek for a moment before tearing his fingers away. He does not look back as he crosses the chamber, stomping through the next doorway just as he sends a standing vase crashing to the floor with an angry swipe.

You stay stuck to the wall as you hear softer steps. It's too late to flee but the Grand Duke calls you out before you can think of it. Odin says your name just as he peeks around the bookcase.

"Apologies you had to witness my son's tantrum. At his age, you'd think he'd be past all that," he slants his lips tritely.

"Pawdon, yaw gwace, I didn't mean to intwude–"

"It mightn't have been your mission but along the way you did make the choice. I don't fault you that, curiosity is dangerous," he shakes his head, "I am ashamed, lady, to think my son is so stubborn and uncouth. It isn't how I've brought him up."

"It's… it's fine, yaw gwace, I know I am not… expected."

"Eh, none of us are, are we?" He tugs on his cravat with irritation, "what say you? Shall I show you the splendors of Jade Park as my sons steeps in his childishness?"

"Yaw gwace?"

"I presume you've not been given the proper look around. I admit my son is rightly jilted by me. I was rather reluctant to hand this over. It has ever been my most treasured property but even second sons need some value… and second daughters…" he offers his arm as he turns, "besides, it's been some years since a pretty young lady adorned my arm."

You look at his sleeve then his flinty hair. He does not censor himself but his truth is not mean. It is only just that. It is what is. You tuck your hand into the crook of his elbow and thank him softly.

"I should thank you, lady," he pats your hand, "I can appreciate someone who reveres silence."

He sets off, tugging you into step. You keep pace, comforted and for the first, at ease in this strange place. This place you must call home.

"We'll save the gardens, I've a little secret for you there."

🔹

“I must return to be sure the banns are read at perish, as they will be here,” your mother points Doreen to her luggage chest with her fan, giving a silent order. “Oh, to think, I must attend my daughter’s grave in the same week I sit to hear the other engaged.”

You’re silent, patient. You know it’s better to let your mother ramble than to interrupt. If any one cared to hear it, you might admit you’re not dismayed to see her leave.

“Be sure you behave. Your father and I made an effort to keep you aware of etiquette. Do mind your manners,” she chides.

“Yes, motha.”

“Oh, and…” she gives you a tortured look, “try to choose your words carefully.”

You nod. You know her meaning clearly. Avoid those syllables that underline your detriment.

“Good, good. Your father is devastated about your sister, you see? I must away.”

“I understand.”

“It isn’t so difficult to be a wife,” she comes close and looks you in your face, “it is part of being a woman. Give him an heir, or two, and you’ll have the rest of your life to be happy. Duty first.”

She touches your arm, squeezing it before she spins to remind Doreen not to forget her chain of pearls left on the vanity. You tuck your chin down and bite your lip.

Duty. What if your husband doesn’t do his? What if he cannot? If he is so repulsed by you, you might not even have the chance to provide him an heir.

🔹

As your mother departs, the Grand Duke and Duchess remain. The first son and Lady Jane take their leave as well, insisting on having the expectant wife home in case of a sudden labour. Even with a few additional guests, the house feels empty. You have only your novels and Doreen, and she is reticent company, a hard line drawn between you by status.

You tire of the pages. You’ve read them a dozen times at least. All of your books are well worn and near memorised. It’s easier to live in your head where you do not sound like a fool.

You approach the door and ponder without. You have a yearning to explore but a fear of what lays outside. You’ve never been much for social graces; you have neither tact nor eloquence. You tend to shy away and forget your posture.

You clutch the handle, battling your fear. You pull the door open, assured by the silence of the corridor, and emerge. You look right, then left, and turn to the former. You wander down to the door you recalled from your stroll with Odin.

The dark oak with the long vertical handles that spiraled at the top. You ease one open, edging quietly into the darkness within. You should’ve brought a candlestick but the windows allow enough light to limn the shelves and upholstered chairs around a single low table. 

You wade through the dull hue and stop before a shelf nearest the window, shifting a book to read the spine. Swift. You’ve not read anything by that author. You slide it loose and flip back the cover and flutter past the front page; A Tale of a Tub imprinted into the sheet.

You squint as you turn to the first page of cramped font. You bend your neck and turn towards a light, not realising the glow moves towards you, only focus on the unraveling of letters before you. A shadow nears until you are drawn up by its umbrous presence.

“Oh!” You gasp in surprise.

Loki looks down his nose as he holds a candlestick. You peer past him to the dark rectangle of the doorway that leads to the attached sitting room. You give a sheepish look to the floor as he reaches for the book in your hand. You let him slide it free, his thumb hooked over the pages before he snaps it shut in his hand.

“Satire. A musing of theology and science. Hardly a woman’s novel,” he remands. “My mother may have something to your preference.”

You take a step back and look at the window, the sun yellow and warm through the pane. You bring one hand up your arm to pinch your sleeve nervously. He is cold and you will never be used to it. A whole life to be spent in the tempest of his distaste.

“Funny, you should be repulsed by me?” He snorts.

You face him and feel the crease between your brows. He lets his eyes drift to the ceiling and gives a scoff. He spins on his heel and sets the candlestick on a tall table between the shelves.

“Let us not pretend either of us are happy. Even if you say little, it is written across your face. I saw it the moment we met. Then I heard you speak and I knew it was all a great joke on my behalf.”

You frown and squeeze your arm, keeping your arm bent across your front, like a shield, “what did you see… when we met?”

He shoves the book back on the shelf. You watch the fabric of his vest strain between his shoulders, almost admire how he’s folded his sleeves to the elbow, though the tops remain bloused. He tilts his head and strides along the wall of books.

“You act so innocent. I don’t believe it, not like the rest. You sit and pout and mope, expecting everyone to coddle you, to feel bad for you. I do not.”

“I do not act–”

“You lie like any woman does. Let us be clear, my wife will not lie. Not to me.” He turns and crosses his arms, leaning on the bookshelf, hooking one foot over the other. He takes a breath and lets it out slowly. “You will be quiet unless given leave to speak. I needn’t be further embarrassed. My father and brother have always made certain I am derided, you will not join them.”

“Loki–”

“Lord Laufeyson, husband, nothing else. Not your companion, not some kindred spirit, not anything but a convenience. A duty,” he raises a long finger as he speaks, “once I get a child on you, then we will be very much as we were before. Separate. Can you understand me?”

You bite down as hard as you can, until your jaw hurts. He speaks to you in the same tone your father used when he was agitated. He treats you like a child and yet, as Odin said, he acts like one himself. Spoiled and mean.

“I am not stupid, yaw gwace,” you say.

He narrows his eyes and stands straight, gripping his hips as he glares at you, “we’ve said all we need to say. You may go.”

You don’t move. Not right away. You don’t know why you don’t. Your heart is drumming and your ears are tingling.

“I am dismissing you,” he sneers.

You stare. Still regardless of the sharpness to his lilt.

He pulls his hands off his hips and balls them, posturing as he takes a step forward. You wince as a spasm of anger tics in his cheek.

You let the tension out of your jaw and drop your arm straight. You surrender but you do not hang your head as you turn to leave. You walk stiffly towards the door. As you reach it, he speaks again.

“Do not come in here again,” he bids.

You do not answer. You don’t argue. You don’t look back. You just go.

[accidentalmistress]

Accidental Mistress - Good Things (NSFW)

Hahahaha it's done. I had this idea last night when I remembered something I wanted to do with the story but had completely forgotten to write about. So, here's a sexy sickfic for y'all to enjoy. I just finished writing it, so it may be a little rough in parts, but I couldn't wait to post it :3

(For more Accidental Mistress content, check out the Master Post.)

Please do not reblog to non kink blogs, minors DNI.

Title: Good Things

Word count: 2,755

Content and warnings: snz (male and female), illness, NSFW

In which a sleepless night gives way to an important milestone in Noelle and Oraion's relationship.

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Noelle tried to hold her breath and avoid coughing again. Her ribs felt like someone had taken to them with a sledgehammer, and every cough made her wince and whine. She felt pathetic. Not only that, but she didn’t want to wake Oraion, asleep next to her in the bed. The past few nights since she’d been attacked on the road, the demon had slept by her side. It was nice. His warmth, the brush of his skin against her own, the gentle rise and fall of his breathing: his mere presence brought her more comfort than any medicine, even Quinns’s elixirs from the Knights’ own healers.

Exhaustion gnawed her bones, but still she couldn’t sleep. She was at once boiling hot and freezing cold, tossing and turning as she alternately burrowed into her blankets and threw them off again. Her throat prickled, begging her for relief, but still she clamped down on the urge to cough. It wouldn’t help to give in, not really, so she pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth and waited the tortuous seconds for it to pass.

Even worse, her throat wasn’t the only thing that was irritated. Her sinuses were absolutely full of this cursed cold. She was sure she had sneezed more in the past few days than in the entire year since she’d summoned Oraion, and she was so congested she could hardly breathe. Quick on the heels of the tickle in her throat came one through her nose, and she pressed both hands to her face in an effort to quell it.

“hh-hihh-ngxt!”

A stifle was all she could manage, sending a dull ache through her abused ribs. She was so tired. Why couldn’t she just sleep through all this misery?

As she rolled over, a little spark of shame said she very well knew the answer. The unpredictable, featherish fluttering in her sinuses, her struggling attempts to hold back her sneezing, the need to be quiet so as not to wake Oraion—gods, it all got her so damned turned on.

“nnchgt! hng’cht! gshchiew! Ishhiew! Ow…”

Shit. The relentless itch broke through her effort to stifle it, lighting her chest with far sharper pain, yet even so the heat between her legs pulsed with intensity. Behind her, she sensed Oraion stirring.

“Mmm… Mistress?” His voice was muzzy with sleep.

“S-sorry. -snfft- I, um…”

As Noelle fumbled in the dark for something to wipe her nose, she felt his chest press against her back as his hand alighted near her shoulder and traced down her side. Her back arched slightly as his lips found her neck. Perhaps she should have been more concerned about her arousal waking the sleeping incubus, she reflected, rather than any noise.

“Mistress…” Now his voice was a purr in her ear. “You smell so good. I… I, uh… O-oh dear- hih-HEH-HIHHTCHIU! EH-GISHIU! HISSHIU! G-gods- HITCHOO!”

He misted her neck and shoulder with spray as a sudden sneeze fit seized him. He was prone to sneezing when he woke, yet this was particularly intense. Noelle bit her lip as a moan threatened to make her cough again. She could feel his every spasm and hitching breath through his body pressed close to her back. Once his fit subsided, he sniffled and rubbed his nose with a little squelching sound.

“Nnhh… s-so itchy… -snf-”

Noelle turned over to face him as a burning need started to claw inside her, but that damnable cough finally stole its victory, wracking her body with painful spasms. A completely different kind of moan came from her then: a pitiful, whimpering thing. In the darkness, Oraion held her close to him, enfolding her in his sheltering embrace.

“Oh, my poor Mistress. You’re still so ill… yet, you burn bright with such delicious desire.” Conflict was plain in his voice, as though he were at war with himself. “I don’t know how to help you. I know so little about human illness that I’m afraid I’ll hurt you somehow. Please, tell me what I should do, Mistress…”

Noelle licked her dry lips, her voice hoarse. “I want… I want you…”

She was burning all right, with lust and fever both. Trembling, she leaned forward to seek out his lips in the dark. Instead, the first thing she encountered was Oraion’s nose, which she bumped with her own. Almost instantly, he gasped in a shaky breath.

“Ah, c-careful! Hih-HIHGHSHIU!”

He turned his head into the pillows at the last second, so as not to accidentally headbutt her, she imagined, given his ramlike horns. His arms tightened around her with the paroxysm, clutching her against his heaving chest. In turn, Noelle clung to him even tighter, fingertips digging slightly into his smooth skin.

“Mmmh… I do love how sensitive your nose is.”

“-snff- All for you, my Mistress.”

“Makes me want- w-want you even more- ishtchiew!”

His breathing grew heavier, but she could tell it wasn’t for a sneeze this time. The demon’s last feeding had been some days ago, and no doubt she had stoked his Hunger with her arousal and provocative words.

“I will gladly pleasure you, if that’s what you desire…” Oraion hesitated for a moment. “Are you sure you’d be alright?”

“I don’t have much energy, but… Ugh, I can’t stand it! Maybe I’m delirious, but I think I might lose my mind if I don’t sate this- this craving. I-I need this, please. I need you.”

Any further words she might have had were sealed by his lips. He pressed them tight to hers, his hands beginning to roam her body as he slipped them beneath her nightgown. The incubus was no less amorous than usual, but Noelle could also sense an especial care in his touch. His movements were slower, more sensual. In his more impassioned moments, he might pull her across the bed, but now he handled her as gently as if she were a porcelain doll. Perhaps he still feared he’d hurt her.

With a gesture and an infusion of her will, Noelle called on the lamp at her bedside to cast a soft glow into the room. Oraion’s face came into view as her eyes adjusted, close enough that she could clearly see the lovely flush of pink across his nose, even without her glasses.

“There you are,” she whispered, the corner of her mouth curling into a smile, and for a moment she was almost certain his cheeks flushed, too.

Then the sly, roguish grin that suited him so well broke across his face, and he moved his hands to the front of her nightgown with a flirtatious tug at the fabric.

“Some light to see by, hm? That should make handling these buttons easier.”

Despite his words, he needn’t look at all as he swiftly unfasted the buttons, choosing instead to shower her neck with lingering kisses. They both sat up as Noelle shrugged out of the garment, Oraion resting his large hands gently on her shoulders as he pulled her into a soft kiss on the lips. Then she took hold of his arms and leaned back, guiding him down with her. The demon obediently followed until he was perched over her in the bed, cupping her breast with one hand as he kept on kissing her and tracing her lips with his tongue.

Between kisses Oraion sniffled, his breath stuttering with a few soft hitches. When they touched, his nose twitched against her own, until he suddenly pulled back with a gasp, nostrils flaring.

“hhHIHPTSHIEW!”

The outburst hit her across the chest, drawing a sound from Noelle that, in her fever-exhausted state, came out more as a needy whine than a lustful moan. Oraion’s hand trailed from her breast down her belly, coming to rest between her legs, stroking her through her undergarments. For a moment, Noelle thought she might orgasm right then and there, but she didn’t want it to end yet. As she barely managed to contain her pleasure, a shudder ran through Oraion’s body.

“Ooh my… seems we’re both a bit sensitive tonight, eh Mistress?”

“Mmm, it’s not my fault,” she pouted, hips squirming, “It’s this damnable cold that has my nose all itchy… I can’t help that it gets me hot…”

He took her lips with his own again, a suitably devilish grin lighting up his face.

“So then, how might this humble Servant slake your burning thirst, my Mistress? Shall I please you with this silver tongue of mine? Ah, I’m certain a bit of true silver would thoroughly do me in with how terribly ticklish my nose is right now. Would you like that?” He paused to lean in and nuzzle her neck, just below the ear, teasing them both until he stifled a sneeze into her shoulder. “Or, -snf- perhaps I should keep my hand right where it is—minus the clothes, of course. All the better to keep my nose where you can best play with it, hm? Whatever you desire, Mistress, you need only name it and I shall obey…”

He was ever suave and confident in these moments of carnal passion. What flashed into Noelle’s mind, however, was not the various moments of erotic pleasure they had shared, but the small, sad smile he had worn as he bathed her and cleansed her wounds only a few nights ago. And the way he’d blushed so deeply the first time he saw her own sneeze. The worry in his eyes when he’d pulled her from the rubble after accidentally bringing part of the tower down around them. His infectious laughter when they’d nearly gotten caught doing something incredibly naughty by the Head Librarian at Tigate Librarium. And countless other moments, large and small, notable and mundane, that had passed between them over the course of the year they had spent together.

She had yet to remove the crystal pendant he’d fastened around her neck the other night on the anniversary of their meeting, a near perfect match to his crimson eyes and hair. It lay on her chest even now, dimly sparkling in the low lamplight.

“... you.”

He kept kissing her neck. “Sorry, darling, I didn’t quite catch that.”

“You… You’re my Servant.”

“As I live and breathe, my dear Mistress.”

“Then… You’re mine. I- I want… I want all of you.”

Oraion froze, body going tense against hers. He drew back with a start, searching her face with widened eyes.

“You do?”

All that confidence and charm fell away. Noelle reached up to cup his cheek with a soft smile and nodded. These moments of genuine emotion suited him, too, she thought.

“Mm-hmm… I-I’m ready.”

He blinked slowly, like he was still unable to process her request. She would have laughed if she didn’t think it would make her start coughing again. The longer he took to respond, however, the hotter Noelle’s face became, and this time it wasn’t fever.

“Do- do you, um, n-not want to right now?”

Without a word he took her up in his arms, lifting her up as he hugged her fiercely to his chest.

“I… Yes, of course I will share myself with you, Noelle. All of me. I am yours.”

Then she could no longer get a word in edgewise for his lips upon hers, stopping only to allow her breath with how stuffed up she still was. Before she knew it their remaining clothes were gone. Had Oraion made them vanish with magic? Or was it the combined haze of passion and fever that caused her not to notice? The question faded from her mind, unimportant, because all of her attention was focused on the beautiful creature holding her close, his pale gray skin almost glowing in the light. Her fingertips traced the markings on his shoulder, slightly darker patches that ran in dappled bands down his back and tail. The only man to make love to her by her own choice was no man at all, but an incubus, a Demon Lord, who would not even be in her life were it not for a magnificent accident one year ago.

Her other hand, lying on the bed next to her face, he grasped in his, intertwining their fingers. His eyes shone with a scarlet gleam as he took a moment to gaze upon her face, his voice a whisper.

“Are you truly certain?”

Her hand tightened around his.

“Yes… Please, Oraion… I want you.”

He was so gentle with her it made her heart ache. She was afraid, but that fear, her trauma, would always be there. She didn’t need to let it define her, or make her choices.

Now, she chose to seize for herself the enjoyment and pleasure that was denied her past self when her first experiences with sex were instead filled with violence and pain.

A sigh left Noelle’s throat as Oraion pressed into her, slow and easy. This—this was what intimacy was supposed to be. Tender. Caring. A connection between lovers that each fulfilled the other, that gave as much as it took. Her trust in him was absolute, not because he was her Servant, but because that trust was returned, magnified. Everything in the past year had led to this moment when their bodies became united as one, when the contract between them took on a new form, a new meaning.

The pleasure that he ignited within her was unlike anything she knew. Whether it was his nature as an incubus, the bond they shared, or their heightened emotions; nothing could compare with this feeling. His hips moved over her own in a slow, steady rhythm as he made love to her, his rigid member filling her over and over.

“Gods, you feel so good,” he murmured in her ear, his voice low and husky. “Mistress, your pleasure is truly the sweetest I have ever tasted in all my years.”

“It must be because it comes from you,” she whispered back, running the fingers of her free hand into his mane of red hair. “No one else could make me feel… the way you do.”

“Noelle…”

The next few minutes passed in a sweet haze, such that Noelle almost forgot her illness. It did not forget her, however, and in the midst of their lovemaking her sinuses began to prickle.

“Oh… Oh gods… I-I’m gonna…”

The sway of Oraion’s hips sped up ever so slightly, the demon no doubt sensing the feelings stirring within her. Noelle turned her head and brought her free hand to her face as the buzzing itch sweeping her nasal passages overtook her.

“ih-hitschiew! ishiew-ishiew! Mmnh!”

She could hold nothing back now. Her own hips bucked, grinding against Oraion’s as intense pleasure flooded her and drove her mind blank. She was so tired and her throat so raw that she could make only a series of plaintive, moaning gasps as she rode out the climax. Their clasped hands bore a white-knuckle grip, and Noelle realized a moment after the fact that she had raked the nails of her free hand down Oraion’s back.

For some few moments the only sound in the room was their collective breathing in heavy pants and spent sighs. Oraion let go of her hand and instead stroked her cheek with his fingertips. The corners of his lips tugged up into a sweet smile, yet the slight furrow of his brow betrayed some concern.

“Are you all right?”

She returned his smile with one of her own, a soft chuckle whispering past her lips as she reached up and brushed some hair out of his eyes.

“Never better… Thank you.”

His smile widened.

“Well, it’s an important occasion. I had to make sure.”

“No, I mean… Thank you for being so patient with me. For never pressuring me. For waiting so long.”

“Oh, Mistress…” He leaned in and gave her an achingly soft kiss. “Do you remember what I said, all those months ago? I am literally here to please you. That will never change, and it is why your desires and comfort will always be paramount. If you’re not enjoying our time together… well, there isn’t much point, then, is there?”

“I suppose that’s true, but… I still appreciate it.”

The expression on his face was something like adoration, soft and warm that made her heart skip a beat.

“You’re welcome… my Mistress.”

Noelle chuckled again. “I’m only your Mistress by accident, you know.”

The demon grinned and brought his lips to hers once more with a whisper.

“Fine, then. My Accidental Mistress.”

[thepowerisyouth]

Eh mental health is annoying. Buying & cooking cheap low-FODMAP diet is annoying. My best top note for now is I'm using this blog to practice writing. I need more practice in it. I only know business, accounting & economics stuff. Its stupid stuff. Theres too much actual fraud everywhere that its annoying

Also I use mobile so formatting sucks cause Nvidia GPUs, or Arch dont like tumblr site. Or tumblr site dont like tumbkr site

Also also I 100,000% support all my fellow ones-and-zeros and their identity. Everyone is welcome here.

Except transphobes/zionist/long list of others but you get it. I'll help harrass any of those types endlessly if someone wants to tag me, and bring me in on an argument like that friend you call for backup with fights

Im unhinged so who's to say exactly what will end up here but this is also a completely public blog to me friends, family, hell, even acquaintances i dont give a fuc.

Blog should be expected to be roughly as child-friendly as simpsons or bobs burgers. But also boring like a civics/economics lesson sometimes. Yay

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I (and my husband) am ex mormon. Its a weird thing. Look into it if you havent recently. Realllllyyyy look into. Takes time to figure it all out in this fuckin fucked up world.

I just moved a year ago. Didnt watch the US stock market as much as I normally do. Had my first snowstorm 10 weeks ago, that was.. fun to handle while ill prepared. About 6 weeks ago I was hopping back on the market and notice its a huge tech bubble about to pop and all the conditions Ive been warned about my whole career imply this is not good. Just took a little more thinking & digging and I'm a little too confident to stop talking about it now.

(Oh I'm also care-free as fuc so I dont really read or desire to change past posts more than lil-nitpicks. More informative for the reader & myself-in-the-future-reading that way)

And I'm not kidding I do love feedback & questions. Its a very public blog tho so I get that part for sure.

If you search "life story" in my tags I had that pinned for a min Im just moving shit around rn

Being poor sucks. Will write more on that later.

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First of all-- the exact timeline of an "economic shock" is literal insanity. Dont worry about the exact timing of any of this-- just know its doomed to happen soon.

Here are some effects I predict of this upcoming economic downturn

If anyone comes across any sources for these events that support my arguments please feel free to add in comments, reblogs, etc.

This concise list is mainly for my own reference, but it would be great to add to it if any one has something to add!

0.5. US Stock market collapse-- I have no desire to try and predict this one exactly. Too many conspiracies are actually correct about this big guy. Lets just say 7 US Tech stocks are worth 25% of the entire worlds market, roughly. "Too big to fail"-- I believe is the phrase

1. Corporate (slightly later will be residential by extension) real estate crisis: currently way too overvalued. Most of the houses, land, & urban corporate property we see could stand to decrease by about 60-90% from its current price.

2. Bankruptcy crisis: similar to the after-effects of the 70s inflation-- we can expect to see a huge wave of bankruptcies affecting a variety of business: from the micro-self employed; to the small business with leased buildings; to the largest corporations who commit massive accounting fraud & hope to escape accountability in time

3. Bank runs-- there is an extremely high overreliance on the Federal Reserve, who does not have good control over this situation. Once it becomes clear that there is a crisis (we call this a catalyst event)-- bank runs for physical cash are a surety. Hard to say how long a crisis like this might last. I should ask my siblings who lived near the SVB bank crisis hotspot (but those were rich fucks they do their "bank runs" over the phone)

3.5. Global currency collapse, which takes effect in every single local, state, & national economy at slightly different times. This means prices lower. Much lower. But takes time

4. Whatever the fuck the geopolitics is gonna do???. Its weird. You got Russia wanting to invade Europe? (Look at global economic forum 2024) Trump wants to let them. Biden wants to be an establishment corporate ass. North Korea has changed its #1 public enemy to South Korea (dont remember my source but it was a couple months ago). USA is stationing more troops in Taiwan, but probably only because of semiconductor technology?

The scope of our global financial woes are larger than can be explained in any of our lifetimes. Its much, much closer to pre-revolution France or the late 1920s. Big change is coming. Itll be soon

5. More to come

[gem-in-the-horizon]

Needed to draw today so you all get to see a draft of the Horizons OC I've been working on. She's existed conceptually for roughly two months but I think I've finally settled on a design, personality and story. Art and lore dump under the read more. It's a lot of text.

Summary: Zir accidentally scared her, and her first response was to react with violence. I imagine Zir is bitten by some spicy teenager and goes "what if she's hungry and that's why she's violent :'(" so takes her to get ramen. Start of a beautiful friendship.

Story wise, she's very guarded and has been on the streets for "a few years" not much is revealed to the main cast about her backstory because it's not really relevant. I have a feeling Zir and Conia of all characters would be able to recognize a messed up teenager and know not to pry.

Her character arc follows that of a former street cat adjusting to things like having three meals a day and not having to sleep so guarded + getting used to a bed (hence the closet nest). She's not exactly personal when they first meet, or ever.

She doesn't reveal any information about herself like name or age, so Zir decided "Eh, she's spicy, so how about a pepper nickname?" and gives her a bunch of them. From the RVTs perspective, they would have zero idea what her "real" name is among all the nicknames.

For relationships, she views Zir as "the nice idiot" and sees him as trustworthy. Conia is "the pretty one" and Amethio is "emo boy"

She warms up to Zir the fastest, then Conia second. She'd be able to recognize Amethio as coming from a bad household as well, so they'd have a bit of unspoken solidarity between them. She wouldn't rile him up unless he initiated it, and both are very quiet when left to their own devices. But if he starts shit, she's not afraid to finish it.

She's not overly attached to Amethio personally, but recognizes him as someone Zir and Conia care about a lot, so she'd be defensive of him. Story-wise, this would be in the form of physically assaulting Friede for what she views as a verbal attack on Amethio. (Fun!)

Trivia: She didn't have a lot of sweet foods growing up and is very intolerant to them. She thinks they are "poison", and the sugar makes her ill. She really likes sour foods, and tolerates spice really well. When given the choice, she prefer fruits and vegetables to prepackaged or fast food.

Other: By no fault of her own, she's rather underweight at the start of the story, so it's a progression of her improving her physical and mental health throughout. Zir and Conia are also excited about the idea of Amethio having a friend his age, though it's a while before either of them are particular interested in interacting with each other.

thanks for reading all this :] it's okay to reblog, she's just not in main tags because she's a work in progress, and I'm probably going to change some details later.