#inproper

[waterghoui]

Chocolate

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Phantom/Cirrus

Featuring: Oral Fixation, Thigh Riding, Proper use of mnms?, Dom! Cirrus, Sub! Phantom, brief BDSM themes

Bonus: Phantom with braces

This is my first actual post on here, and first time posting anything like this so I hope you enjoy!

He doesn’t know how he ended up in this position. Phantom had just gotten back from the orthodontist and even got a bag of MnMs on good behavior (he finally stopped trying to gnaw on their fingers). He had pranced into the living room, excited to tell the others about his treat, and he spotted Cirrus flipping through a magazine. “Hey bud, you look happy.” She comments with a small look of amusement dancing over her face. “Just got back from the orthodontist! Where are the others?” He asked curiously, noticing she was all alone on the couch. “Some of them went to help get groceries, I think Mountain and Rain are outside tending to the garden.” He nods, content with that answer as he moves to plop down next to her on the couch.

Phantom sinks into the plush cushions and pulls his lanky legs up with him. He denies the concept of personal space, leaning onto Cirrus’ shoulder as he examines his MnM bag. She looks down to see what he is holding, letting out a small huff of a laugh as she flips to the next page of her magazine. “Good behavior.” He explains as he tears open the corner of the bag. He plops one in his mouth eagerly, only to be hit with instant regret. A long whine fills the vacant air of the living room. “What’s wrong, star?”

“They just tightened my braces so now it hurts to chew.” He says glumly. “How am I supposed to eat my candy now?” Cirrus closes the magazine, placing it to the side. “I have an idea, c’mere bug.” She pats her lap, and he practically trips over himself getting up. His gangly legs stumble over each other as he moves, straddling her lap to face her. “Okay, now what?” She gives a fang filled grin, holding her palm out. He narrows his eyes suspiciously but forks over his bag of MnMs. “I’m going to need you to open your mouth and close your eyes.” Cirrus tells him, and Phantom is eager to follow instructions if it means getting chocolate. His eyes flutter closed, mouth agape revealing the shining metal that covers his fangs. He feels her thumb brush over his bottom lip and hears the rustling of the candy as she pours some into her hand. Two fingers enter his mouth, gently pressing the chocolate into his tongue.

His eyes snap open, and he is met with a smirk. Cirrus’ gleaming eyes make a rush of exhilaration trickle down his spine. “Now you won’t have to chew it.” She explains, and the sweet taste of melting chocolate spreads in his mouth. She takes her fingers out, examining them for a moment before licking the leftover chocolate off. The blood in his body can’t decide if it wants to rush to his face or his crotch. Cirrus gets another MnM, and a new cycle forms. She knew all about Phantom’s oral fixation and she planned to use it to her advantage, to make him squirm with desire. And Cirrus got that exact reaction. After about ten minutes of MnMs slowly melting on his tongue, Phantom started to suck on her fingers, sometimes even daring to gently bite down. He rolled his hips on her thigh, hands gripping his pants trying to keep them to himself.

When he first got summoned, he learned how Cirrus liked to play, what rules she set- and he loved to follow rules, to please her. One of these rules was no touching, meaning Phantom had to keep his hands to himself unless told otherwise. She was testing his self control as she shifted her position, purposefully pushing her thigh up into him. He moaned around the fingers in his mouth, saliva running down his chin. “You know the rules, star. I’ll let you grind as long as you keep your hands to yourself.” He tries to nod despite the fingers in his mouth, his hips desperately trying to get friction.

His claws pricked the denim of his pants as he continued to make eye contact with her, Cirrus’ other hand on his hip guiding his movements. “Such a good boy, star, you deserve more chocolate don’t you think?” She grins, grabbing another. “Good boys like you need rewards.” He pants softly, nodding as his cock twitched painfully in his jeans. Her fingers, coated in his spit, slide back over his tongue. He sucks on them, whimpering as her free hand moves to squeeze at his erection.

Phantom glances down, watching as she traced the outline of his cock with a finger before palming it. He groans and jolts forwards, gagging on her fingers. “Careful, baby.” She teases as she rubs him through his jeans. Phantom tries to grind up into her hand, but she grabs his jaw firmly. “Oh no you don’t, I said only my thigh bug.” She tuts before moving both hands to his hips. “Guess I’m going to have to show you how to do it.” Cirrus has a bruising grip on his hips, tugging him into her thigh. “Ride my thigh, baby, prove to me how much of a good boy you are.”

His head falls forward, resting on her shoulder. Phantom’s brows furrow together as he moves faster and faster, the friction of his jeans painfully pleasurable. “Fuck, I’m getting close.” He grits out between hard breaths, movements starting to stutter. Cirrus runs a hand through the hair at the base of his neck, “I’m so proud of you for telling me. You’re so good at following my rules baby, so obedient.”

Phantom’s knuckles are white as his release starts to build up, the pressure building up in his gut. “Please can I cum, Cirrus?” He lifts his head to look at her. All of a sudden his motions are halted, and he realizes he made a mistake. “Oh bug, you know what you’re supposed to call me.” She coos sadistically. Phantom felt his build up slowly fade away. This was going to be a long afternoon.

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i hate having my jeans washed bc theyre so hard to put on afterwards T-T

[asongofstarkandtargaryen]

There is something truly sad in the miscommunication between Catelyn and Arya. The latter doubts that her mother will want her back, while the former failed to communicate to her daughter that her love for her is unconditional.

Make no mistake, Catelyn's love for Arya - as well as for the rest of her children- is without restrictions. But she failed to convey that to her younger daughter, since she often reprimanded her and negatively compared her to her older daughter, Sansa.

When Arya is captured by the Brotherhood without Banners, she even doubts that her mother would want to ransom her

"What if my brother doesn't want to ransom me?"

"Why would you think that?" asked Lord Beric.

"Well," Arya said, "my hair's messy and my nails are dirty and my feet are all hard." Robb wouldn't care about that, probably, but her mother would. Lady Catelyn always wanted her to be like Sansa, to sing and dance and sew and mind her courtesies.

I can only imagine how much rejected by her mother Arya feels in order to think like that.

What makes it even sadder is that Catelyn was also once a kid who enjoyed outdoor activities that could be considered "unladylike" by westerosi narrow minded society.

Here is a description of Catelyn's childhood:

She remembered the godwood, dropping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother's laughter as he chased her through the piles of damp leaves. She remembered making mud pies with Lysa, the weight of them, the mud slick and brown between her fingers.

What happened to that kid who enjoyed messy play? Because grown up Catelyn is proper Lady to the bone. Did she eventually outgrown her childish games and decided to be more ladylike? Did some adult made her to stop these games because they found them inproper? We can only speculate.

It is sad though that while Catelyn reminisces with fondness her childhood memories, she doesn't approve of her daughter making similar kind of memories.

[laremsworld]

I just realized that the Earl of Penwood had planned a dowry for Sophie. That probably means that he did plan to introduce her to the ton, if he didn‘t suddenly die.

And regarding her age, Sophie would probably be introduced to the ton the same year as Eloise, aka the year Anthony met Kate.

Can you imagine how overwhelmed Violet would be, when both her sons simultaneously storm into the living room and announce that they want to marry asap🤣

I think it would go like this:

Violet explains to her sons that two rushed weddings would look suspicious and that they both can get engaged, if they like, but at least one of them has to have a proper engagement span.

Anthony „well… I might‘ve compromised her“

Benedict: „yeah… me too.“

Anthony: „Lady Featherington saw us… well in an inproper position. We have to marry as soon as possible, before she tells anyone.“

Benedict: „Sophie could be pregnant.“

Anthony: „What the f‘ck Ben, you took her maidenhood?!“

Violet: „Anthony! Language! And BENEDICT! I thought I taught you better than to ruin a respected lady!!“

Anthony: „Well, we‘ve been seen. No one knows about your fauxpas. Most women don‘t get pregnant during their first night anyway.“

*Benedict sheepishly grinning at him*

„OH MY LORD, you slept with her several times??“

Violet sighing: „I see. A double wedding it is.“ 🫠

[random-fun-polls]

Have you ever owned a turtle?

Yes - with proper care - buyed it from a breeder

Yes - with INproper care* - buyed it from a breeder

Yes - with proper care - got it from somewhere else**

Yes - with INproper care - got it from somewhere else

No

What is a turtle/I'm bald/shell-less behavior or whatever(results/nuance option)

*defining proper care as following the 10 gallons per inch of shell-basking spot where it can get completely dry-heat and UVB lights rules only because I'm not getting into sand and gravel discourse for this poll

**flea Market, wild, gifted, rehomed, whatever that's isn't "went to an expert looking for a specific turtle and got my specific turtle"

Asking this because I want to see how common is the experience of getting one and keeping it in the shitty blue plastic container for turtles. We all know which. Since turtles are the most easily accesible reptile. I want to see a take from outside my herptology echoe chamber over this.

(this ask is long af sorry) (also so glad you are back!)

clarifications in ask!

reblog for larger sample size :)

[thingsphoenix21]

*After Aphrodite got pregnant* Hebe *rushing with Enyo*: How does a lady come with a child mother? Hera: Hebe... What a question. Enyo: We thought one needed to be married. Illithyria: Huh. What you gonna say mother? Hebe: Apperantly being married isn't even a requirement. Hera: Hebe that is more that enough. Hebe *sitting beside Zeus and Illithyria*: I take the two of you know it. Zeus*looking down*: Do not look at me. Illithyria*chuckling*: Have you ever visited a farm sister? Hera*growling*: I do hope neither of you are encouraging inproper topics of conversation.

[zilodak]

Hey I was wondering if Maggie's injury/eyepatch was inspired by Anatoli Bugorski, the Soviet scientist who had a particle accelerator beam accidentally go through his head but survived? Their injuries are on the same side of the face, but Bugorski lost his hearing, not vision (tbh tho I'm kinda hoping...Maggie does in fact have some cool trick under there like, a fake eye made out of Uranium glass or smth). Anyway, I get hyped any time you post abt Sim Spring I can't wait for the comic!

She was inspired by him, yes! There will be instances in Sim Spring where I use real life incidents such as Bugorski's to explore how states and healthcare systems fail on people disabled or affected by nuclear incidents or inproper disposal of nuclear waste, and how often history forgets about them in a way (i hope) that respects victims in real life.

Bugorski is a better known case of a state completely failing to compensate and recognize victims of nuclear accidents. But there are many others such as him who don't get the publicity that he got because they are not considered "fascinating" enough, so many people lost to history, which i can only hope to shed some light upon. Downwinder towns, Indigenous people who were and are still being displaced, their rivers poisoned, their land irradiated, women (most notably WoC) working in plutonium production lines without any protective gear.

The very core of nuclear history centers around how states, governments and people in charge view human life as expendable for a greater imperial goal. And unfortunately, you cannot separate nuclear energy from its colonial and imperial roots.

If you read me rambling about this topic and want to know more about Anatoli Bugorski's incidents here are some links to get you started:

Kyle Hill

Wired Article

The article I quoted:

Toxic Workplaces, Nuclear Homes, and Irradiated Landscapes

[skxawngonearth]

Please read till the end (not Avatar related)

The following is not related to Avatar, but to wildlife protection and conservation.

I would like to use this Blog to raise awareness in this case, since one if not the core message of the franchise is to respect nature and try to preserve it.

Keep reading under the cut

I'm a volunteer at one of my cities wildlife-recues, more precise corvids (eg crows, ravens, etc).

Around May many corvid offspring start their fledgling phase, during which they learn to fly and become independent from their parents.

During that time the fledgling may be spotted sitting on the ground and may look abandoned on first glance.

However, more often than not, the parents are still around guarding their offspring.

Why am I telling you that? Because many people, especially those born and raised in cities with little to no contact/knowledge of wildlife tend to do stupid actions when they see the "lost and helpless" offspring.

In "best case" they "rescue" the fledgling and feed them inproper food, like cat/dog food, and contact a rescue to take over.

Today however, I was called to a "worst case".

The family who called kept the fledgling over 4 weeks, claiming they found it when it wasn't able to fly at all, during their vacation several hours from where they live, and had since then fed it both cat & dog food, as well as "ringed" it with a key ring.

But the worst off all? They also trimmed the wings.

Young crows can usually be reintroduced into the wild after a few weeks in care; as soon as they pick food on their own, have complete and healthy plummage, and are not actively seeking human contact, they can go.

The crow I picked up is generally in good conditions, and could have been released in a month at most.

However, she won't be able to fly properly without intact flight feathers to carry her. Which means she needs to molt first.

And since we can't release her shortly before winter, when food becomes rare, we have to wait for the next spring, when there's enough food avaiable to sustain her.

Which means she now has to be kept for a year before she can live a proper crows life.

Where I live, crows (and corvids in general) are classified as wild animals, therefore it's illegal to keep them without a license. But, in my city at least, law is so fucked up that you basically need 110% proof + a video of people commiting the crime, or else charges will be dropped due to a "lack of proof".

So, not only did the actions of those people result in the crow being denied a natural life for a whole year, they also won't face any repercussion most likely.

If you witness or even know someone who does something like that, please try to reason with them/contact a wildlife rescue.

Wildlife are no pets, so please don't treat them like such. Please respect them as what they are, for their sake.

[embe95]

Teach me, please

Synopsis: "You did a dance with Lee Know. Teach me too, please." Sure, she could teach Hwang Hyunjin, what could go wrong?

Going for a steamy vibe, smutty but not smut.

Words: 3,500 (whenhowwhatttt)

”God- Hyunjin! You scared me!” Y/N smacked the tall man’s arm with force and in his usual manner he topled with a dramatic palm against the ”bruised” spot.

”Sorry, sorry,” he chuckled after dancing a few steps backwards. His accent fit his laugh, the soft ”r” sound truly popping as he smiled.

The practice room was empty apart from their presence. Y/N wanted to practice a new step her team was developing so she could then teach it to the members later that week.

She’d been part of the choreography team at JYP for three months and thirteen days. The reason she was counting was simple; in 17 days she would be told whether she’d be accepted to the team permanently. A four-month trial period was gruesome because the constant fear of getting kicked out every single day made even her steady heartbeat irregular. She craved for this position, had drooled over the idea of being part of a choreographing team ever since she’d graduated two years prior. Moving to Seoul was a massive leap, but she’d never been afraid of being on her own. Why not in another country?

Korean language though… another ball game, just a true up-hill climb. Luckily dance was so universal, and most groups knew English well enough for Y/N to be able to get her points through. Stray Kids in particular.

She wanted this job. She’d learn Korean, make this place her home. She was determined, focused and dead-set on doing this right.

One thing Y/N wasn’t was jumpy. Her vibe was more on the calm side, but Hwang Hyunjin… he had an effect on her. Or rather what her boss told her when she’d started to work for JYP had an effect on her.

”Do not, under any circumstances, have inproper relations with an idol. They are not allowed to date. If you have inproper relations with an idol, you will be fired.”

Like that doesn’t make it sound hot. Taboo things were never that appealing to her before but lord have mercy, all of a sudden breaking rules sounded like such a delicious idea.

At first it was easy to brush off because the thought of Hyunjin looking at her the way she tried not to look at him felt entirely laughable. But then she started noticing things that made her senses heighten, and the thought wasn’t so ridiculous all of a sudden. Small touches, lingering smiles, the way he’d look at her through the practice room mirror and then run a hand through his hair or stretch his neck.

And those body rolls. The pops.

Shake. It. Off.

It could absolutely be entirely her imagination, it really could. She prided herself in being able to read others, but this attraction, this shortness of breath, this amount of gulping and shallow breaths could just be clouding Y/N's judgement. She was smart enough to recognize the possibility of him not feeling the same pull towards her as she did for him, and yet... 

In any case, she was happy to say they'd become friends over the time she'd spent in his country. He was a very professional, talented man, as were all the members he worked with.  

”I was sure you’d be at home by now,” she smiled, flailing her arms around loosely to warm up her body to at least the same temperature as her cheeks and ears. Her hoodie bounced around as she moved.

Hyunjin replied with a smile a kin to hers, shaking his head.

”I waited for you.”

Y/N’s body froze for a millisecond before she forced it to move. A clumsy attempt at a calf stretch was all her blurry mind could conjure, but it would have to do.

”Why?” Her eyes stayed glued to the floor.

If this had been any other flirtatious situation she would’ve held her head high up, looked the person straight in the eye.

But looking at Hyunjin straight in the eye would get her fired.

”You did a dance with Lee Know.”

Hyunjin’s voice was slow, every English syllable calculated. The tone was serious, maybe a little hurt?

She swung her left arm to the side, grabbing it with the right one for a proper shoulder stretch.

Every move was automated, she was so focused on where this was going. The possibility of his jealousy was just… well, it was intriguing.

Hyunjin was a man who could snap his fingers and be surrounded by a tidal wave of adoration in the form of fans. It was strange to hear this colour painting over his words.

”Yeah, you mean the one for the Mnet special?”

He nodded. She caught it through the mirror.

Y/N and Lee Know had a project together which was some of the most professional, intense and educational shit she’d ever gotten the chance to participate in. They choreographed a routine for Lee Know and another idol, but it was a ”couple’s choreo” with a love arc. The mixture between elements from street, modern and classic Kpop moves made it as interesting as it was. Teaching the two how to move with each other in addition to moving in sync, which they were already flawless at, was a challenge, because it’s not as common in Korean routines to include a lot of touching from a more romantic, sensual point if view. They studied improv for a while before taking the technique and spinning it into an intense, unique choreo.

Y/N was so proud of it, definitely in her top three creations.

”What about it?”

”Teach me too. Please.”

Hyunjin’s face remained serious as his chin lowered. The gaze that bounced through the mirror was more demanding than pleading. Annoyed because he didn’t know the technique yet, because he didn’t like how nervous asking this made him, because she’d danced with Lee Know so much more than with him. Alone. While he was only left with one eighth of her attention as she taught the entire group.

”Y-You want to learn the choreo?”

The stutter made him think he had the upper hand, it was difficult to control the upward swing of his lips.

"If it isn't a problem, then yes. Please."

She was supposed to be working on that week's choreo. Say no, just say not now. Later, some other time. I have to work now, Mr. Hwang.

"Sure!"

Fuck.

"Warm up?"

Y/N couldn't recount a single one of the moves she did during the entire three songs they warmed up for. She probably stretched, or something. Whatever she did, she was warmed up as "Red Lights" ended. Hyunjin's hoodie now clad the sofa instead of his toned torso, though the over-sized Celine shirt left a lot to the imagination. Imagination is exactly where Y/N's thoughts had to stay if she wanted to keep this job. There was no scenario where bringing anything into action would be a good idea. The room felt three times smaller than when she'd entered, she wondered if he felt the walls bringing them closer together as well. It wouldn't feel so anxiety-inducing if this were a situation where something could happen. Where she could do the full splits without feeling like it's a very sexual, show off move. Everytime she bent down she felt like a flirt, like she was sending some signal.

To be fair, she was. But not purposefully per se, these were beneficial moves when warming up, but her pants would light ablaze if she'd claim she wasn't hoping Hyunjin would look over whenever her ass was in the air or when she was stretching her neck or warming up the spine with some body rolls. What? They're efficient.

And it wasn't like Hyunjin wasn't putting on a show, with all the stretching and rolling and heavy breathing. That. Fucking. Neck. And hair.

She could still be wrong, of course. Her hormones could be controlling her eyes, and his "show" was just him being effortlessly hot.

And then they moved onto the choreography, and the room just got smaller. But as soon as they were a few eights in, Y/N noticed that there was in fact something about this genre of dancing that was unfamiliar to the man now catching her and spinning her around. It was exactly what she instructed, but it was missing something.

"Hyunjin," she smiled the dance teacher smile, one she didn't think he'd ever received from her before. He huffed, like he knew something was off. "We don't have to do this if you're not comfortable."

His dark eyes traveled from the mirror to her face in panic, resistance.

"Okay!" she raised her palms understandingly. "Okay, let's continue. But you have to trust me."

"I trust you," he answered in confusion.

"I mean," she continued, teaching mode now taking over, thank goodness. Easier to keep her thoughts in check when she wasn't focusing on his hair sticking to his neck. Or the way she got to- had to direct his hands around her body. "Trust that it's okay to be intense all the way with the movement. You're... you become almost mechanic when you touch me, before and after you're doing great. Do you get it?"

It wasn't as though the man wasn't a professional, there were obviously so many choreographies in their repertoaire where the members were connected. But this was different, sensuality was never really a part of those moments. It was part of Hyunjin and his movements, absolutely, which is why she was sure he could learn this, they'd just have to get more comfortable.

A nod. Hyunjin stared at his hands.

"You're great, really. It's just... hmm... how should I explain it? Dancing as a duet is like-"

"Sex?"

"What?"

"Wha- nothing! Sorry, sorry," Hyunjin stuttered and spun around to reach for his water bottle.

Hard to keep a teacher mode going in an environment like this. Had it been anyone else, had she been back in her hometown, she probably would've used the same metaphor. It was like sex, in a lot of ways. The trust, the intimacy. The sweating. Stop it.

Did Hyunjin have sex? Did any of them? Of course, what are you thinking? Eight adult guys, the probability of all of them being asexual felt beyond impossible. There was no rule that was strong enough to stop them, no contract or anything. Sex was also a need, after all. And there were plenty of people willing to be on the receiving end- SWEET JESUS, stop it.

Y/N cleared her throat, her middle and index finger scratching at her scalp. You're the teacher here now. Teacher.

"Why don't you just put on some music and I'll try to show you?"

Hyunjin nodded, lowering the bottle and making his way to the back of the room to pick a tune. He stayed still for a moment and glanced back at her for a few seconds before seemingly deciding on what he wanted to go with.

Taste.

"I put it on repeat, so I don't have to run here. Is that okay?"

Really? Are you kidding me? Why this song? Out of all the songs on this planet? And right after Red Lights?

"Yeah, great, good idea. Okay, so..." she cleared her throat once again and made a nervous motion inviting him closer. He was quick to obey. Y/N raised one of her hands.

"This exercise is called 'Magnetism', and the idea is that there's always some part of us touching." This sounds so dirty. "So, if you put your hands against mine..."

It felt like her entire body turned into a magnet, she wanted to attach herself to the beautiful man in front of her.

Make you feel my love, come and taste me now....

"G-Good," she cleared her throat. Yet again. At this rate the small sounds would turn into coughing fits. "Now, let's just move."

They began the movement, palms together, softly transferring the connection to their wrists, arms, upper backs, necks, foreheads. The shift in Hyunjin's muscles was easy to spot as he realized the point of the task; it was more motion than dance, and it required him to let her be his equal instead of trying to guide where the improvisation was going. Suddenly the instigator disappeared. It was like there was a coin they were moving around together; if the connection broke, it would fall. Neither could state how long they kept going, sometimes pausing to just hold their palms together, sometimes taking a moment to sway as their shoulders were connected. It was unlike anything Hyunjin had ever attempted before. Y/N felt like it was her first time truly understanding the point of the exercise, even though she had taught it countless times prior.

The song just kept going, around and around.

When the star-crossed dancers found each other pausing forehead to forehead, their eyes met.

He has such inviting eyes, such a gorgeous gaze. How is he this pretty? I need to... maybe if I just lean in- 

"Great!" she coughed and hopped backwards like a bunny.

Hyunjin straightened back up swiftly, his left hand flying to the back of his neck and eyes wandering anywhere but Y/N.

She explained through shallow breaths and frantic nodding that he did, indeed, seem to get to point, and they could now try going into the more dance-based version of the exercise. Hyunjin made a small Pokemon joke about how they were evolving.

"So, since the choreography is one where you are supposed to lead, I'll let you take charge more." What in the what? "I'll just be here, just touch me when it feels natural." When touching feels natural... What in the actual fuck Y/N? Why don't you just strip for him?

The only way to stop herself from making an Y/N-shaped hole in the wall was to start dancing to the beat she felt, which she began doing right after seeing a nod from Hyunjin as a signal that he understood. It was instinct for Y/N to close her eyes when she improved, and right now, it seemed safe. Dancing to Taste felt like a mating call if she was at a risk of looking at the lean, sweaty dancer in the room with her.

If before she couldn't have counted how many times Taste had repeated during their magnetism practice even if her life depended on it, this time it couldn't have been more than two eight counts before magnets seemed to do what they do: pull. The walls were close, emitting steam.

”Is it okay if I touch you here?” Hyunjin asked softly, slowly. He stood behind her, eyes fixed on her through the mirror. Y/N's knees buckled when their gazes met.

Hyunjin’s hand was on her waist, a warm, strong hold already forming although he restrained himself from using any pressure.

Y/N opted for a nod. There was no way in any form of hell any sensible answer in any of the languages that either of them knew would come out of her.

"Thank you," he whispered.

Don’t make me bad, make me bad, I’m addicted to you…

Why this song, Hyunjin? Y/N should have stopped it. She should've just taught him the choreography. Just let him do it the way he was doing it. Why go deeper? She should've just left it. Or she should've said "no" from the get-go.

But... then he began swaying her.

”Good?”

Good? Perfect, annoyingly and mezmerizingly so. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, Hyunjin was so smooth as a dancer no matter what he did, so the fact that he would be good at this… This was a bad idea.

And yet they continued.

”Mhmm... See? It’s like a magnet, a force between the two bodies that are sharing the dance.”

Just look at me baby, day and night... ”Force…” he repeated under his breath.

”Yeah, mhm,” she gulped. What a word.

Then there were no more words. Just the two of them lost in a track of Hyunjin's own design. He knew each beat, every nuance, and he knew how to use them. The idea of him leading didn't last long, soon the balance that had existed before streched between them again, a symbiosis of two creatures switching between traveling together and nearly fighting for dominance, at least to an outsider it would seem so. They danced around the room, sometimes physically connected and sometimes not, yet always vigilantly aware of the presence of the other. Hyunjin's body rolled against hers, while her back arched and hands painted the air. The same hands then found their path to his shoulders, his grip returned to her hips and he lifted her, spinning around. Hyunjin's eyes never left her. Y/N's stomach was against his chest and kept sliding down against his torso as she lowered gradually. Y/N moved away from him with an artistic glide. 

The room felt like it was the perfect size for them.

She felt a grip around her wrist as Hyunjin spun her back to him with unexpected strength and urgency. Her hands landed against his heaving chest with force, his instinctively slid to her sides.

They froze there, eyes transfixed, transmitting the fantasy of what could happen now.

But it can't. 

”Bad idea,” she panted, turning away from him.

Time to go.

”It’s not.”

He grabbed her by the shoulder and swung her around so confidently that there was no stopping it.

The kiss was tameless, they were primal creatures moving on pure instinct.

Y/N didn't have to wonder anymore; Hyunjin wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

She squealed in surprise as he picked her up, the wall quickly met her back. They both felt overwhelmed, worked up by what had just happened between them, frustration from weeks of pining now exploding. She moaned when he dragged his tongue along her jaw, the salt of her sweat then on her own lips. The sweat, the music, his lips, hands and tongue, it was all so much. Hyunjin felt like he might faint from the shocks traveling through him, but all the while he was sure her lips and skin were a necessary ambrosia, the source of all happiness.

"I want you," he growled as they scrambled to the sofa.

There were no words to form, only moans. It felt better than she'd ever hoped to have him so close, to touch him, be touched by him, there was so much relief and release coursing in her veins starting from each place he touched. But the need didn't go away, she wanted more. This had to be the beginning of a new addiction.

No, this- this can't happen.

"Jin," Y/N gasped.

"Say that again," Hyunjin groaned against her neck, hands sliding under her hoodie, feeling the delicious sweat coating her stomach and ribs.

"Hyunjin, w-we need to- oh- we need to stop."

He froze instantly and brought his face in level with hers. Their breathing was in sync, heavy and fast.

"Gwaenchanha?"

She tried to clear her throat.

"I'm going to get fired."

I really want to keep kissing you so I don't really care but I will care as soon as we stop. Fuck, why are you so attractive? 

Hyunjin looked between her mezmerizing, lust-filled eyes. He leaned down and pressed his swollen lips against hers so softly it felt like pure love and adoration.

"Okay," he whispered when the kiss ended. "I don't want to stop, but I understand."

Neither made a move to leave the sofa. Y/N felt a heavy mix of sadness and frustration pressing on her chest and wanted Hyunjin to replace it. Their breathing slowed, and the equally saddened and frustrated man let his weight rest on her entirely, embracing her as if to say goodbye. Their moment was over so soon, the tension had a brief window to errupt but would now have to be contained again.

I can do this, I can do this, I'm a professional. Y/N kept repeating sensible thoughts.

But they were soon replaced. Hyunjin's body against hers was an intense, all-consuming sensation. She couldn't help but start to grind her hips upward to increase the friction.

"Y/N?" Hyunjin uttered through a moan.

They quickly rushed to their feet, practically in sync.

"T-Thank you."

"Yeah, mhm, thank you, yeah, and I'm sorry. We should- yeah, this was... fun. You're great and uh- yeah."

As she turned to go grab her things, Hyunjin followed and took her hand to press their palms together.

"Dancing together... with you," he started, slowly putting the sentence together. "...is like sex."

Y/N swallowed, speechless. How could she respond to that? Yes, agreed. Let's never do it again then. Good talk. We really can't be around each other after this, fuck-

"It is enough. Please.... teach me more later?" his tone was hopeful, the shyness in stark comparison with how intimate they'd just been.

Y/N could only nod, filled with distrust in her ability to form a sensible reply when he looked at her the way he did. They left the practice room together before going their separate ways.

Hyunjin really did mean it when he said it. As it turned out during the years, it really wasn't enough. But oh, the choreographies they created together...

[jcjenson-official]

Yo wtf are you gonna do about all these rogue drones? You made these drones and never told us that they might end up turning on us! Or is this just a trashed drone thing...

Anonymous,

We are not liable for any rogue drones that are the result of inproper disposal. We don't control how you get rid of them.

-JCJenson

[anukulee]

Improper (Loki Fanfic)

In Contribution with Smolvenger (Tumblr)

Note: This has mentions of GOT (Game of Thrones) characters, if you click on their name you should be able to pull up an image of them. These images will come in handy later trust me.

A/N: As a treat for you all this chapter will be my first ever contribution, this being with Smolvenger (Tumblr). She gave me the idea with Hal sneaking out with someone to a tavern and I expanded on it adding a betrothed, alongside Loki. So while our ideas might be the same, we are taking different approaches, and I as of now have yet to read hers. Meaning in no way will my work be excatly likes hers, but you will have it to look forward to. Now with that out of the way please enjoy my first-ever kinda of contribution....

Her face rumored to be beloved, and admired by all, was graced with a frown. A frown that always seemed to be held in regards to him. A very frown that Loki felt didn't suit her features, not that she would ever let him tell her that, for she was far to stubborn to listen to his reasoning. Far to uptight about the rulings, that had likely been drilled into her since birth just as they were with him. Her tone mirroring her, rigid point of view, as she spoke to him. "My prince, I would highly suggest against this," she said, just as she did every time Loki would attempt to get them into mischief. 

"Now what would be the fun in that, my dear," Loki responded, unaffected by his betrothed's words, for he had heard them far too many times.

"You call this fun?"

"Yes, what else might this be?"

"Inproper, of course."

"You always say that my dear," Loki said, another remark out of his silver tongue, far to use to their bickering.

"And yet you never seem to listen," she reasoned just as she always tried to do, yet as always Loki ceased to listen.

"What fun would it be if I were to listen?"

"Not everything has to be fun, my prince."

"Says the killjoy."

"I am no kill joy as you call it," Loki's betrothed proclaimed, as her arms folding across her chest, and right to her bosom, one that Loki remainded himself to not to close look upon.

"Aren't you my dear?"

"I am not."

"Prove it then."

"How?"

"Come with me to the Lion's tavern."

"The lions tavern," Loki's betrothed, asked confusing now masking her face.

"The one and only."

"You mean the one with all the," Loki's betrothed, started to say yet seemed to fail at finding the exact words, through Loki already what she was going to say.

"The lady company."

"Yes."

"Some go there for the women." In fact I can think of a few, Loki thought, but saw better as not to name.

"Figures."

"I never said I do."

"You don't?"

"Perhaps I go for the drinks."

"You know I am no innocent young maiden?"

"Aren't you," Loki said, giving a skeptical look towards his betrothed face.

"I am afraid not, my prince, for having many men in my family has immuned me to such flights."

"Have they?"

"Yes."

"Then if that is so, why do you act, so..."

"Uptight, was that you were going to use?"

"Clever aren't you? Trying to guess what I might say."

"I do try, my prince," she teased tone now far lighter then before.

"Enough with the prince talk, I am your betrothed, not some stuffy old lord."

"I would never call you stuffy."

"Then what would you call me?"

"I don't believe you might want to hear to what I would call you."

"Don't I, it wouldn't be anything I haven't heard before."

"And give you the satisfaction of being right?"

"You tease."

"Takes one to know one doesn't it?"

"Such a tongue you have on you little one," Loki interjected, now edging ever so closely towards the one who would one day become his wife. Rather then back away as Loki might've thought, his betrothed did no such thing and remained still.

"I am no little one."

"Aren't you for you are younger then I."

"I will have you know, I am not much younger then that shield maiden friend of yours."

"Sif?"

"Yes, I believe that was her name."

"You make little point my little dove."

"Again I am not little."

"Aren't you, considering I am a god?"

"And I shall be a goddess once we marry."

"If we marry."

"You doubt our parent's wishes," she asked, her eye brow now furrowing in a way that Loki's couldn't say wasn't alluring.

"I doubt your likelyness to kill me."

"As if I would waste such a task on the likes of you."

At this Loki made a fake stabbing motion with his hands, as if she had wounded him, when truly she hadn't, at least not further then anyone else had. "You wound me my dear."

"Do I? From what I hear you can just come back alive."

"So you have heard tales of me?"

"Of course, who hasn't heard of you?"

"Yet you will still marry me?"

"I do as my parents wish, just as you do."

"Ah yes, the wills of our gracious parents."

"Indeed, my prince."

"Loki," Loki interjected, causing his betrothed to pause for a moment. "Call me Loki."

"Loki?"

"Yes, if we are to be married, you might as well call me by my proper name, no more of this my prince nonsense."

"If that is what you wish."

"Now now, what happened to that fierce vixen who was just speaking to me?"

A look of confusion once again crossed Loki's betrothed face, one that he figured would happen. For ladies such as her have likely been taught that they must keep their mouths shut and obey their husband's wishes. A setiment that seemed to be voiced in his betrothed next words. "You like that?"

 "Why wouldn't I, for what is more alluring then a fierce woman?" Loki was far from the people that she has likely been told up, for he was one who prefered someone that would keep him on his toes. For what was life without a little danger or mischief? Perhaps this might be more fun then I intially thought, Loki's mind already slowly turning.

"You find it alluring?"

"Yes, for I have always liked my companion to be sharp of mind and tongue. I find it makes the sex far more sensual."

"Such crass words coming from you."

"What did I wound your ears," Loki asked, his tone while still teasing held just the smallest bit of concern. He had heard tales of woman not knowing such things until after they were married or at times broken into the wrong way.

"No, as I said before I have long since heard the things due to my family."

"I see, then shouldn't that make going to a tavern of no issue," Loki asked, finally getting back on subject.

"And if anyone were to see us, what might we do then?"

"We can say we are searching for someone."

"And who might that be," Loki's betrothed asked, her arms crossed against her chest once more.

"One of our advisors of course," Loki said, as if the very idea he was suggesting wasn't going against everything that his fiance had likely been taught.

"And which one might that be?"

"The one who always lingers at establishments such as those."

"And who in there right mind would do that," she asked, her brows furrowing once more, still very much skeptical about Loki's idea.

"If you come with me, you shall see. So how about it," Loki said offered his hand out to hers.

"I swear to all the gods above if we get caught, I am blaming you," she said, relenting likely not in the mood for another bickering spat with Loki. One he was pleased enough not to have.

"Whatever you wish, now let us go," Loki proclaimed.

"And how do you suggest we do that, we just going to waltz up wearing this," she said, gestering to the royal attire they were currently wearing.

"But of course not, I am far too clever for that," Loki said, and with a simple glow of his seidr, both he and his betrothed were adorned with clocks, hers being blue while his was black. 

"And this will help how," she asked?

"Patience my darling all in due time."

"Must you with the pet names?"

"Always," Loki remarked with a grin, as with another glow of his seidr, his form changed, his hair now longer black as raven, now turning a light brown color almost blond with the sun, his eyes no longer green, now becoming more a hazel eye color, his clothing turning more into what one might see on a commoner wear yet rather then it be green instead it was red.

"What no green," Loki's betrothed asked?

"While this color isn't to my taste, people prefer my brother's color to mine, and seeing as we don't wish to be seen I thought it might be best."

"I see, now what about me," she asked, gestering to her still dressed royal clothes.

"It's of no issue," Loki said, as with another grow of his seidr, her dress became something more similar to what a woman of Asgard would wear now beneath the blue cloak. "Now would you wish for your features to remain the same or shall I change them?"

"I would rather like to keep my features, through I suppose my hair could become a lighter color."

"If this is your wish, my lady," Loki said with a bow, as his fiance went from looking like what could best be described as Anne Bolelyn (from Tudors), to Margaery Tyrell (GOT), her hair no longer dark brown falting on black, to a lighter color that was more like Loki's, and her eyes now green. "Now shall we go," he asked offering his hand to hers. Rather then decline she took it.

"I suppose we shall."

With a final glow of Loki's green seidr the two vanished, but not before Loki left two illusions in their place, in case anyone were to wonder. The illusions already bantering just as Loki and his betrothed would do. 

The next time Loki and his betrothed reappeared, they were on a tunnel. "Must that be so dizzing?"

"Never teleported before?"

"Not without riding."

"Well it was either that or we walk, and I figured you would rather not be seen so this was the best I could do."

"We are in the dark," she protested.

"Not for long," Loki said, as soon the smallest bit of light began to admit from his palms. "Now will you let me lead the way?"

"If I must."

"There we go."

"Yes, now where are we," she asked, following the light that was coming from Loki's palm as he lead the way.

"Let us just say I have my ways of escaping the castle." With a single finger coming up to Loki's lips toward the end.

"I see without Heimdell knowing."

"We wouldn't be here if he knew."

"Point there." Step by step Loki lead the way with his betrothed following right behind him. "So who is this advisor we are searching for?"

"One that comes from Winterfell."

"You mean the realm of ice and snow without the frost giants?"

"Yes, his wife is the curent reigning queen of Winterfell."

"You mean Sansa Stark?"

"You have heard of her?"

"Yes, everyone has heard of Sansa and her lord husband Tyrion Stark. He is said to be one of the wisest men and from the Lannisters of Vanaheim."

"Have you heard of the other tales about him."

"What other tales," Loki's betrothed asked, a curious look upon her face once more.

"At the taverns he has earned the name of Small Drunk One, through he hasn't been there as much since getting married."

"If that is so, why is he here this night?"

"His wife lady Sansa, is said to have other matters to attend to, and I fear Tyrion might do something."

"So you are friends with this man, how unexpected coming from you."

"What can I say, I am always up for a surprise," Loki asked with a friendly shrug.

"If that is what you call it."

With that Loki and his betrothed finally began to talk, as they continued their way through Loki's tunnel, yet not without bickering along the way. Until finally they seemed to have arrived in the streets of Asgard, as Loki squashed the light out, and put a finger to his lips once more. "Remember no mention of whom we are."

"Who do you think I am?"

"I suppose you are right."

"Aren't I always?"

"Must you?"

"Always, after all if I give you an easy time, what shall you expect when we are married."

"Quite a tongue you have now?"

"There is nobody but you and I to know of this, and you won't tell."

"Won't I?"

"You won't, because it will all lead back to you."

"Will it," Loki asked his now light brown eyebrow raising just a bit.

"If not I shall make it."

"Fair game, I suppose, now what shall your name be if you are asked?"

"I was thinking Astrid Erikdottir, and yours?"

"I was thinking perhaps Thomas Williamson's."

"Perfect, now shall we go Thomas," Loki's betrothed asked now offering her hand to Loki.

"I suppose we shall lady Astrid," Loki said, as the two made their way to the tavern now above their head. 

As Loki stood in front of the wooden doors that had guarded the tavern, ones that Loki had never particularly noticed on previous visits. Through on previous visits Loki had been more preoccupied by other things, whether that be seeking pleasureable company, or looking for a way to drink the days away. To perhaps forget just for a moment that he was the asgardian prince, even if he was merely second.

Yet with his betrothed, watching her eyes flicker up to the words The Lion's Head engraved above them. Loki felt a new apperciation for having been here before, just so he could see this. Noticing more details that he never had thought of, such as the fact he could hear the muffled sounds of the tavern even merely standing outside the doors. The two standing in silence, for a few moments as the two took in the enviroment around them, Loki's heart beating with every passing moment, not that he would admit it. Nor would he admit that he was the first one to spoke, far tired of not hearing her voice. "So how long do you intend on standing out here my lady," he asked, already having a teasing comment on his mind.

"For however I wish to, considering you dragged me here," his betrothed asked, tongue as sharp as ever.

"You agreed to come, so isn't this on you?"

"You called me a killjoy, so I thought why not prove you wrong."

"And you certainly have, I am surprised you have made it this far princess."

"Yes, despite my desire to kill you, leaving me a widow," his betrothed said, using a tone far to causual for what she had suggested.

"We both know if you were to do that, you might have to marry someone worse."

"Yes, while you are a pain, I much rather take your company over another."

"Awww that almost sounds like a complainment," Loki said, his tone still teasing.

"Take it whatever you would like. Now are we to head in or shall we be married before we do?"

At this comment, Loki stepped out of the way, allowing the door to creek open, holding it for his betrothed. "After you my lady I insist," he offered.

"If you insist I suppose I must go in."

With these words, Loki's betrothed stepped into the doors of the tavern with the door creeking shut upon it's closing.

The moment they stepped into the tavern there was noise, and sights that no one would let someone such as Loki's betrothed or in this case Astrid to see. Through Loki had intially come to the tavern to show his betrothed some fun, it seemed as perhaps Tyrion might be worse of then he feared. As Loki's eyes began to search for where Lord Tyrion would be, through Loki's betrothed eyes were elsewhere. Eyes that Loki wouldn't say he yearned to see on him, not that he could say anything. 

Just as Loki swore he could see Tyrion, something blocked his way, as music filled the air. "What is this," Loki's betrothed asked, confused from what she was seeing.

"Music of course, what else might it be?"

"Yes, but what are we to do?"

"Dance of course."

"Dance."

"Yes."

"Here?"

"Why not?"

"Without wearing any proper attire, or doing the waltz?"

"Not every dance is the waltz my dear."

"I know, but I didn't expect it would be in a place such as this."

"So will you have this dance with me," Loki asked holding his hand out to her.

"I........," Loki's betrothed stuttered unsure of what to do.

"Come on, you said you weren't a killjoy, so why not try just this once?"

"Yes, but what? You afraid I will let go of you?"

"Perhaps."

"Doth the lady protest?"

"Always."

"If that is so we have no need to do this, I could always find some other way to get over to Tyrion," Loki said as his voice dropped just a bit. For while he would never admit, he had a desire to dance. Perhaps to see her eyes light up in a way he had never seen before, and would likely never see given how formal they must be.

"No, I can do this."

"Are you sure," Loki asked his face full of concern not wanting to pressure his betrothed into something she might not want to do.

"I am sure."

"If that is what you wish then follow me," Loki said, as once Loki's betrothed took his hand did the two begin to dance alongside everyone else. As with every turn they made they got closer and closer to someone. It was here where Loki began to dance closer to the smaller man.

As to the sky, a small man barely 4'5 in height, his almost as blond as Loki's current appearance, his eyes a bright blue, with a scar running down half of his face, yet rather then be dressed warmly he wore longer clothing, colored black, with boots at the bottom, in one hand through he had a glass full of mead aimed towards the sky. "There he is," Loki said, as he pointed to said small man.

"That's Tyrion?"

"Yes, you do recall he is short?"

"Of course, everyone knows of his stature, what I didn't expect is for someone, so small to be able to hold so much mead."

"You wouldn't yet here he does."

"I can see that, but what do we do now?"

"Now we go to him," Loki said as he soon let go of his betrothed hand much to his dismay. Making his way over to Tyrion, everything after that became a blur of people. Loki's only goal was to get towards Tyrion.

"Cheers to my lady wife, who couldn't make it," he said slurring every so often with his words.

 "Tyrion," he exclaimed, once he was close enough to the small man.

"And who might you be," Tyrion asked, his words still slurred.

"Someone you know."

"Are you sure for all I know you could be *hic* a stranger, or perhaps someone sent by my family *hic*."

"We can dicuss this later, why are you here," Loki asked, as slowly he went to one side of the table. Loki's betrothed seeing this took to the other side at least she tried to, until something happened, through Loki didn't see it at the time.

"For the company of course *hic* seeing as my lady wife isn't with me *hic*. How I miss her red hair, her bosoms, and very being *hic*," Tyrion proclaimed.

"You won't be able to see her, if you remain here."

"And why won't I?"

"Can't you come with us," Loki pleaded.

"Why now isn't the time to discuss such matters *hic*. Now is the time, for fun my friend prince Loki *hic* would know of this. Now have some fun young man *hic*, the night is young," a drunk Tyrion proclaimed.

"Yes, but," Loki said about to protest when something caught his eye. His betrothed in the arms of someone else, something that stirred Loki the wrong way. Almost as if there was a ping in his heart. Impossible, it can't be, it's too soon, he thought. Yet still the ping remainded, as rather then focus on the fun he could be having instead Loki's eyes were elsewhere. Watching as his betrothed was in the arm's of another, his gaze switching back and further between the drunk Tyrion, and his betrothed. Rather then thinking it through, he grabbed the still drunken Tyrion earning him protests from him.

"What is this for?"

"Your own good, friend."

"It isn't, if it were for my own good *hic* you would let me drink and know things *hic*," Tyrion proclaimed, this got Loki to recieve looks from the tavern paterons, including the one that held his betrothed.

At this Loki let out a too casual laugh. "It's nothing, I am afraid my uncle here has had far too much to drunk, so we should be off," Loki said, the lie coming out of his tongue quicker then one might expect. Taking this chance to motion his betrothed towards him, as soon Loki held a drunk Tyrion, exiting the establishment. Once in a corner that nobody could see Loki changed from Thomas Williamson's, back to Loki. 

"It's you Loki," Tyrion proclaimed.

"Yes, it is, what would Sansa say about this?"

"Well Sansa isn't here *hic*.

"Yes, but a lady was."

"Whom?"

"My betrothed."

"And who might that be? Perhaps it *hic* was the lady who was stolen away *hic*."

"You know?"

"Of course I know, beloved prince, you do *hic* recall I drink and I know things. Didn't you *hic* think I saw, your jealous glare my friend *hic*?"

"You have no which you speak of."

"Don't I, I am not your brother nor am I Jamie *hic*."

"And if you were right," Loki asked his arms now crossing against his chest.

"We both know I am, I would ask what her name might be *hic*?"

"You can call me Astrid Erikdottir," a voice injected as much to Loki's delight, his betrothed stood there once more, her hood off.

"I see, it is a pleasure to meet you *hic*, through I never expected it would be like this *hic*."

"Nor did I sire," Loki's betrothed said offering her hand to Tyrion.

"How much did you hear," Loki asked?

"Whose to say, now shall we go, I believe we have had enough fun," Loki's betrothed asked paying little mind to the question.

"Must I," Tyrion asked?

"I am afraid we have meeting tomorrow, and father may not like seeing you there."

"Ah yes, your father, how I wish *hic*, I could drink when dealing with him."

"Alas you can't Tyrion."

"I know dear prince, then let us go *hic*," Tyrion proclaimed before he began to mumble something about his other drunken adventures.

Through Loki paided little to no mind as he followed Tyrion, but not before redawning his Thomas Williamson's look. He looked towards his betrothed in an apologetic manner. "Was this fun enough for you," she teased.

"Must you," Loki asked?

"You were the one who claimed, to wanting to have fun."

"Yes, but perhaps next time it could be more fun."

"More fun then this?"

"Far more fun."

"Ooh and you expect me to go along with it?"

"Won't you?"

"Only if you admit something?"

"And what might that be?"

"You were jealous."

"Jealous?"

"Back at the tavern when I was dancing."

"And if I was, what might you say?"

"I would say he dragged me over there, and I had little desire to go."

"Did you?"

"Yes."

"My how improper of you, for wanting to refuse a dance," Loki teased.

"You were the one who wanted me to have more fun."

"That I did, and did this live up to it?"

"Perhaps but how could you imagine in topping it next time," she asked turning her gaze toward Loki.

"Next time?"

"Yes, for I am afraid I might still be what you might call a killjoy."

"Are you?"

"Perhaps, you might just have to see on how improper I can be," she said and before Loki could say anything she went closer to Tyrion with Loki following closely behind. Through just as she said that a thought crossed Loki's mind. A thought that perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. 

A thought that would remain in his mind even after Astrid Erikdottir, turned back into his betrothed, through that thought would remain clouded until later. For Loki and his betrothed had much more improper things to do, through those stories are for another time, through this story was just the start of their improper lives together, one that would be long and full of what would be deemed of improper things. All because of one improper visit to a tavern....

[apocalypticsword]

Do you think Bram would like being scratched behind the ear like a cat would?

HELL to the YES.

In public, probably not, he'd be all like, "I am a count. This is inproper!" and try to resist.

In private though, absolutely yes. In fact, please do. He wouldn't want to admit it, but Bram is probably so touch starved after long he's been in that coffin, he'd take anything.

[aspenous]

Kuroshou medieval AU haHA

Daishou is a noblemans son, one not that important in the grand scheme of things, yet still powerful enough to be allowed into the royal courts. His family has a tendancy to avoid picking sides, more often a neutral party during political conflicts, and because of this Daishou is able to participate in various parties. Its there he meets Tetsurou; another noble who quickly gets under his skin and irritates Daishou to no end. The teen doesn't even tell Daishou which house he's from, instead daring him to guess. Daishou knows everyone. He's poured through historical records and memorized Lords and Ladies alike and yet, he can never pin point which family Tetsurou's from. For each guess wrong, he looses a bit of his own secrecy. Tetsurou asks him about his own family, his studies, his hobbies and whatever else; half the topics feel inproper for noblesons to discuss, but Tetsurou always insists and Daishou is pride bound to uphold his end of the bet.

Tetsurou starts to appear more often. At every party Daishou attends, he'll find Tetsurou as well, who seems to have made it his mission to bother Daishou constantly. It's easier at least, than trying to kiss ass to older noblemen who look at him as if he's a starry eyed toddler. Talking to Tetsurou–despite being annoying–was much easier, and with each conversation they share Daishou learns a little more about the other boy.

Not about his family, history or lineage. But instead his habits, quirks and personality. For one, he prefers salted foods over anything sweet. He constantly hovers close to crowds, and slots himself easily into them, as if he'd been part of the conversation from the start. He talked to people. Alot. He has the worst case of bed hair known to man, and apparently each attempt to fix is has failed. His best friend was a boy named Kenma, a merchants son who always looked like he'd rather be in some ditch than any party. He's preceptive–oddly so–picking up on habits, moods and mannerisms even Daishou hadn't noticed until it's pointed out.

He's a caring person, past all the witty jokes, layered provocations, he has a habit of looking out for others and Daishou finds himself thankful to just know. To be allowed to see this side of the boy. Somewhere along the way, after months of nightly comradery, he's grown fond of Tetsurou,

"More like a crush–" Mika had cooed, taking off down the hall before Daishou could defend himself.

Fond. It's the appropriate word to describe the ease he feels whenever he spots the rooster nest of hair in a crowd. The perfect word for the bright warmth that spreads through his chest when the bastard smiles, more teeth and cheek than socially acceptable. Its the right word, and if Daishou repeats that to himself enough times, maybe he'll believe it himself.

They end up at another party. Grander than any other since it's the royal family themselves hosting it. Despite having arrived an hour ago, Daishou has yet to spot Tetsurou, and almost considers that maybe the other boy had just decided not to show up; that is until the doorman announces the hosts, and Daishou zeros in–embarrassingly quickly–on a familiar boy standing beside their King, covered in fine only the finest cloth and silk.

What the fuck.

(I died lmao Democratic vote should I continue this?? Edit: came back and added a little more.)

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Whump Potential 2

Armor (I'm back into making knight ocs)

Like armor is protective but also potentially clunky, and can frequently fail at its one job

Like armor can overheat, especially in inproper environments, a fighting whumpee growing sluggish from heat exhaustion

Bad armor is clunky and whumpee couldn't move properly in it

What happens when armor fails

Or caretaker needs to desperately reach a wound of whumpee's and has to go through all that armor

Enchanted or durable armor making whumpee feel so powerful, and even more powerless without it

Whumpee's identity disguised by a helmet or mask, they beg not to reveal it even while injured, but why

Whumper or/and caretaker being just other Armored personnel, or the higher ups (royals, officers, nobles, world leaders)

Whumpee refusing to remove their helmet or armor for an injury

Tired whumpee feeling the weight of their armor, slowly collapsing to the ground

Armor y'know

[galaxyedging]

I'm a little late so I put a quick little something together.

Warnings: I don't want to go into detail but this is a smutty Halloween ficlet so enter at your own risk.

The Circle Has Begun

Arthur Morgan x ofc

The backstreets of Saint Denis weren't the best place for a woman on her own at that time of night. Luckily, the moon was high enough to illuminate her way. It bathed the streets with a eerie glow when passing through the fog rolling in from the bay.

A woman could easily run into a man with inproper intentions. In fact, she was counting on it. Since a run in with some of the other working ladies in town, she wasn't able to work out of the saloon. Selling her wears on the street was her only option. If she took someone to her lodgings she risked losing the roof over her head. That was not something she was looking to do on the last day of October, with the winter creeping in.

The street was quite, a few wagons carring deliveries on the deserted road passed close by. The sound of music and revelry came by on the breeze but other than that the night was silent. That's why it was so easy to here him approach despite his obvious desire to be as quiet as possible. He approached her from behind, clearing his throat to announce his arrival.

"Miss." He tipped his hat when she turned to him. His English was pleasantly accented. She'd been around enough to pick it up as a Spanish accent. "I hear you might offer some services I would like to acquire."

Mirth filled her at how he had described that fact that she was a whore. "I may be able to offer some services. Which particular ones would you like to acquire?"

A subtle blush came to his cheeks, taking a moment to study him she realised how attractive he was. Golden skin, soft brown eyes, full lips, a strong profile. Even the scar running down over his eye only served to compliment his good looks. "Whatever I can afford with this."

The money he produce was paltry. Nothing that she would care to earn on her back or even her knees. She would offer him her hands and nothing more for that amount. He readily agreed, handing over his money before she'd even touched him. She wasn't sure if that endeared him to her or made him a fool. She could easy pull out the gun on her thigh and take his money.

"Can I touch you Mi Amor?" He asked so earnestly she was tempted to say yes.

"No, you can keep your hands where I can see them. Follow me handsome." She took his hand in hers, a small gesture on her part for the handsome stranger. It was large and warm around hers, she found herself regretting her earlier words.

Backing him into a quiet corner she began to undo his dress pants. He hissed as she pulled his length out, he was already half hard and already an impressive size. She rued his lack of money. When she spit on his length he moaned deeply. She felt it in her chest and some other parts.

"Did you like that?" She purred feeling him grow even harder in her hand.

She took care of him quickly and expertly. Wiping her hands on her skirt, she lead him out of the little alcove, showing him back to the road. He said goodbye with a dreamy lilt to his voice before heading on his way. Turning back she let out a small yelp as she bumped into a man.

Arthur had been watching from the shadows. He knew it was wrong but he was an outlaw in so many was now, it seemed absurd to be worried about getting caught peeking. He watched her walk down the alleyway. She was beautiful. She carried herself with such grace, her long neck turning left and right, looking for a convert little place for her tryst. When she returned to the same spot with a man a while later, a pang of jealousy stabbed at Arthur. He knew he should have approached her earlier. It wasn't what he was here for but he'd be a fool to past it up when she was serving it up on a plate for a few easily robbed dollars.

His cock stirred as she took the other man in hand. Arthur imagined how warm she'd feel against his cold skin. How she'd draw pleasure out of him with practiced ease. He had to rearrange himself when she had spit on the man's cock. When her hand started moving she whispered dirty sweet little nothings in his ear. Does that feel good? So hard for me. I want to see you come.

As her movements sped up so did the Spaniard's mouth, he begged to see her tits. Just see them, a memory to keep him warm on the encroaching cold, lonely nights. She'd hesitated, it made Arthur strain against his jeans with need. With a devilish smile she'd pulled at the ties holding in her heaving bosom, exposing herself to him as the fabric fell away.

"Mierda!" The man came, spilling on the floor of the alley. Arthur had to squeeze the head of his cock to get some relief. He pictures her breasts bounce in time with his thrusts as he took her roughly right there in the alley. After covering herself up, she had gently tucked her customer's cock away before wiping her hands on her skirt and showing him out. Turning back she walked straight into him. The bastard Arthur had been waiting for.

"Ma'am. Stay back now." She gasped at Arthur's voice, not realising he was standing there. Her eyes darted between the two men seemingly deciding who she should be more scared of, she backed away from both of them slowly. The gunslinger approached the pale unusual looking man. Before he got too close the pale man flew at her frighteningly fast. His hand gripped her neck, raising her off the ground, two long teeth protruded like wolf fangs from his mouth. "Let me give you a gift my dear. The sweet release of death." Opening his mouth wide, she became convinced he was going to bite her. Thankfully, her suspicions were never confirmed as the vile man met his end at the quick hands on the gunslinger. Four round sunk into his body in quick succession.

Rubbing her neck, she took a moment to try and make sense of what had happened. All she was sure of was that the man in front of her had saved her life.

In a burst of gratitude, she flung her arms around the man. "Thank you. Thank you."

The way he sniffed her hair as she hugged him set her private parts tingling. "It's alright Miss. I'm just glad I could kill him this time." He gently place his hands on her arms to calm her, holding her gently.

"This time? You've seen that thing before." She shuddered at the sight of the dead eyed corpse on the floor.

"I have. Unfortunately, I wasn't quick enough to kill him last time we met. The bastard killed me first." Her blood turned cold at his words, the same blood ran over his chin moments later when he ripped open her throat.

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