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whateverisbeautiful · 1 month

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Hi! I just wanted to say that I discovered your top 30 Richonne list a few days ago and I've been down the meta rabbit hole you've so wonderfully crafted this entire week so far. I've cried and smiled so much reading them. Each post is just so beautiful.

I was reading one of your Reveling in Richonne posts this morning for episode 10 x 04 where Michonne talked with Ezekiel about how much she still misses Rick and loves him so much and that she misses his walk and now I can't get over it. Now I'm thinking about all those times when she looked at Rick walking towards or away from her pre- and post-canon where she would be thinking the man I'm crushing on, then eventually the man I love is so sexy. Is there any chance you can do a post speculating those moments where they are both checking each out specifically regarding Michonne checking out Rick's walk?

Also I cant wait for you to do a Reveling in Richonne continuation based on TOWL 👀? So excited! Lastly I just need you to know that my Richonne withdrawals have been pretty bad now that TOWL has concluded. So discovering your blog and your metas have been giving me my whole entire life and I just want to say thank you and that I really appreciate all the thought and beauty you put into your posts. You're amazing!!!! 👏🏽 👏🏽 🤩 💖

Hi @rct85 ! I'm so encouraged by your message, thank you so much. 🥰 I love that this richonne reveling rabbit hole could help with the richonne withdrawal. I’m feeling it too and really miss seeing them on screen each week. 🥲 Thank goodness we were spoiled with years of richonne content that I’ve just been playing on a loop in my head. The second I'm finally able, I'm looking forward to going all out and writing about every golden moment from TOWL. The towl thoughts and observations are abundant lol.

And I really like that thought of highlighting the times that Michonne was looking at Rick and thinking this man I'm crushing on and later in love with is so sexy. I can definitely speculate on those moments and I've placed my extra self’s speculation right below. 😊⬇

I focused on Michonne specifically for this one because if I were to make a list of times Rick was looking at Michonne and thinking this woman I'm crushing on/in love with is so sexy it would be wildly long because it's every single moment he and Michonne are on screen together. Like truly from TWD 3.06 at the fence to the TOWL 1.06 finale Rick looks like he's thinking that. 😋 While Michonne can be a little more subtle than Slick Rick, she's still head over heels for her husband and I think I pinpointed some clear moments where she was noting how fine her man is and appreciating that walk. 😏 Thanks again for reading my posts and for this kind message! 💗

Moments Michonne Was Checking Out Her Man’s Walk/Thinking Rick Is Fine 😋

Exhibit A:

It started real early if you ask me. 😌 At this point our Michonne had been abandoned by her only friend, unsuccessfully gaslit by the governor, chased down and shot by Merle, and passed out killing walkers at the prison fence. She’d been put through a whole lot in mind and body…but her eyes clearly still work just fine as she seems to be taking in this handsome stranger in front of her.

And sis is an observant person so I wouldn’t at all be surprised if she had a conscious thought that this man from the prison is attractive, even here in their first exchange. Thinking about how she described Maggie and the Governor based on appearances in this ep, I’d bet that had Michonne had to describe Rick this early, some type of good-looking adjective would‘ve been used.

(*Also the footnote for all of these bits of evidence is that Rick is absolutely captivated by her in each of these moments too 💯)

Exhibit B:

Clear is where that Richonne attraction was loud and on display from both of them. We don’t see Rick walk away in this scene at the end of the ep but uh Michonne does. 😊 And of course she likes what she sees with that lingering look and smile she gives. And all that car key shuffling - it’s giving Rick is pretty eager but maybe she is too 🤭

Exhibit C & D:

I put these two moments side by side because I love how similar they are in the way Rick walks up to her and the way Michonne smiles at him. To think one scene is during their early s4 crush era and the other is during their s7 honeymoon ep, just goes to show these two have been smitten a long long time and always will be. In both moments I know Michonne loves seeing his walk just like Rick loves seeing her smile.

Exhibit E:

As she observes Rick here, I think Michonne has a lot of thoughts going through her head, which naturally are deeper than just checking him out. On a larger level, she’s realizing that Rick has unique qualities that she loves and respects and recognizes in her own self. She saw firsthand the way Rick walks the walk when it comes to protecting his family and she’s fallen in love with him. But I think an appreciation for his literal walk can be included in those thoughts during this scene as she starts to slowly become more cognizant that she sees Rick as a lot more than just a friend.

Exhibit F (Pt. 1 & Pt. 2):

I may have forgot if this was a list of Michonne’s thoughts or mine with exhibit f lol. But I’m just gonna venture to say that she and I shared the same appreciation for Rick’s walk in that barn. It’s Season 5 Rick - of course Michonne was feeling a type of way about him. And she might not have agreed with him punching Aaron but I know she wasn’t mad at that walk.

Exhibit G:

Seeing Rick’s clean-shaven face for the first time was Michonne’s most blatant display of attraction towards him pre-canon and she was definitely noting how fine he is. And from my posts on the scene, it’s no secret how much I love this moment and it’s no secret how much these two were into each other. I also just added a later s5 moment of Rick seeing Michonne in the constable windbreaker for the first time because it gives a similar energy. It’s cute how Rick and Michonne both have such obvious attraction and intrigued reactions to seeing each other in ways they haven’t seen each other before.

(That’s also why I thought it was so funny and doomed that their plan was to pretend like they don’t know each other at the CRM because Richonne hasn’t been able to mask their blazing attraction to each other since season 3)

Exhibit H:

This is such a sweet moment and I always adore seeing the slightly bashful way Michonne can’t help but stare at her man and smile after their first night together. And the way Rick can sense her looking at him and then smiles and reaches for her. It gives me life. This had to make this list because I’m pretty sure “the man I love is so sexy” is one of the direct quotes from Michonne’s mind in this scene.

Exhibit I:

Even when injured Rick’s walk is hot and Michonne knows it. 😋 The scene above and a couple more in this episode were clear signs of Michonne admiring her man inside and out. They were both so cute and couply and in love in this ep and I’ll never get over it.

In The Ones Who Live…

Each of these towl moments deserves dissertations so I’ll wait to elaborate because dissertations are coming later on. But I still had to include them on this list because they’re prime examples of Michonne loving Rick’s walk and/or loving how sexy her husband is - with the last one being the pinnacle 😍

Exhibit J:

Exhibit K:

Exhibit L:

Exhibit M:

Exhibit NOPQRSTUVWXY&Z:

#richonne #richonne family #richonne list #thank you for giving me an opportunity to be extra again and go down memory lane 🙏🏽💖#the ones who live #towl #rick x michonne #reflecting on richonne

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scholastic-dragon · 1 year

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My dearest darling,

May I please ask for

"kissing to try it out"

With the fearless leader himself 🤩💙

I would not be sad if this turned into something Blurple Just gonna throw that out there 😂

Pretty please, but also, no pressure 💙💜

I just love you and your writing so much - You're amazing! 😍🙌🏻

Signed,

~The other Blurple Bitch

For you, my tagging buddy absolutely <3

A call for blurple is one that must be answered

Also, once again, everyone is ADULTS in this fic, no minors here!!!!

Leo x F!reader x Donnie (more so Leo x reader, but Donnie does show up)

No Pressure

Warnings: lots of kisses, established relationship, poly!Turtles (no tscest), spelling mistakes, making out, insecure!Leo my darling,

"I'm sorry," you chuckle dryly, spinning your mug in your palms. "What exactly are you asking of me?"

Leo sighs, leaning back against the kitchen counters, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"I'm saying we should kiss," He doesn't meet your eyes.

"Hmmmm," You hum, taking a sip of your tea, elbows resting on the breakfast table. "And what was your reasoning, again?" It felt wrong to enjoy how flustered he was.

"To see if this is something we really want,"

You nod, knowing the true intention behind his words.

You and Donnie had been dating for over four months when you both realized Leo also had feelings for you. What started out as embarrassment turned into understanding and now you had the two most handsome boyfriends in the world.

And one of them was clearly trying to sabotage it.

Leo hated the term, but he was insecure. He was worried you didn't actually like him back and was just using him. But he was also nervous because his brain still had yet to accept the fact that you were his girlfriend now, too, not just Donnie's.

"So you want to kiss to see if we really are meant for each other?"

He nods slowly. "So to speak,"

"Alright," You stood from your chair, it scraped across the floor as you sauntered around the table and toward him.

You really shouldn't have enjoyed how wide his eyes went and the scared expression on his handsome face.

You stood before him, looking up into his wonderful eyes.

He cleared his throat, uncrossing his arms and pushing off the counter. "Alright,"

You couldn't help the butterflies in your stomach. This would be your first kiss with the handsome leader in blue. After all you'd only been dating a week and a half.

Licking his lips, he quickly leaned forward and pressed a chaiste kiss on your lips, he pulled away before you could even close your eyes.

You chuckle, cupping his face in your hands, leaning close, letting your lips ghost his. "You're not taking this away from me," You mumbled, kissing him passionately and firmly.

He went stiff, his arms and jaw tensing: he was so nervous. You ran your hands down his jaw and neck, rubbing at his shoulders.

"I'm not going anywhere, Lee, I'm yours," You kissed each word on his lips, wanting him to give in.

And give in he did.

He churred loudly, one hand gripping your hip and the other grabbing the back of your head, preventing you from moving.

For how proper and clean Leo normally was, this kiss was messy.

It was quick, firm kisses, stealing the breath from your lungs and making your knees tremble.

You yanked yourself away, gulping down air, your face was bright red.

"God, you're gorgeous," He groaned, pulling you against him, turning you around and lifting you up onto the counter.

Your legs came up, hooking under his shell, holding him as close as possible.

He sucked your bottom lip, then licked it softly. With a moan you open your mouth and let him in.

He explores your tongue, being easy and careful, taking notes as to what you liked.

He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you both. Coming back, he kissed and niped at your jaw and neck. One hand held your hip, the other was massaging your scalp, making your eyes roll back into your head.

You tilt your head back, a breathless whisper of his name leaving you. He churred against your neck.

Someone clearing their throat made you both jump, wide eyes looking to see Donnie standing at the kitchen doorway.

"Donnie, I-"

"We can explain-"

"Can you guys not make out on my coffee counter, please?" He interrupted, holding up his mug and gesturing to behind you.

Leo lifted you, turning and placing you on the island instead. You unhooked your legs, but Leo didn't move himself out of your thighs.

Donnie wordlessly pulled out his coffee maker and started to brew another pot.

"Are you okay?" Leo asked after a moment, eyeing his little brother.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Donnie shrugged, glancing over at the two of you.

"I just wanna make sure you're still cool with all of this," Leo scratched the back of his neck, turning to face his brother more.

"Are you trying to get permission to kiss your girlfriend?" Donnie laughed, filling his cup, and stirring in the creamer.

"No, I just-" Leo's scales turned darker as he tried to argue.

"Good," Donnie smiled, turning and looking at you. "Because the only permission you need is from her," Donnie stepped forward, giving you a quick kiss before heading toward the door.

Leo stared in shock for a moment before shaking his head. "Alright,"

Your and Leo's eyes met, a smirk playing on his lips. His hands traveled up the outside of your thighs, using just the right amount of pressure.

He leaned in and started kissing you firmly, your hands running up and down his arms.

"But, I will say -" Donnie came back in, mug in one hand, and the other pointing at the two of you. You both jerked again, you had to suppress a laugh at Leo's annoyed huff. "If things do escalate, I would like to be invited,"

"Got it, Don,"

"You also might want to move so no one else interrupts~" Donnie took a sip of his coffee, openly enjoying how flustered you looked.

You decided to play along: leaning in you lick a firm stripe up the side of his neck, whispering in his ear. "Perhaps your room?"

tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @happymoonangel @red-phoenixxx @sharpwindow @mysticboombox @dilucsflame33 @tmnt-tychou @sketch-and-write-lover

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 months

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A Word of Thanks

I hope you all enjoyed(?) LBAF 5 and 6. I really took some risks with this storyline, challenging myself with the world building and the characterizations. This was also a very different experience because this is a new gang and all the dynamics are fresh too.

I was so anxious that you wouldn’t be able to follow the plot or you won’t be interested in the new characters and dynamics. But as always, you surprise me and support me, and as always, I am oh so grateful.

LBAF will be back later this year. The next couple of installments of LBAF will be the last. There is a big possibility that LBAF 7 will be broken into two (because it’s huge) and then there will be the final collection of short stories before we conclude the series.

Until then, here are some things to keep you on your toes. Some of the things I’m REALLY looking forward to writing/exploring in the next instalment.

Dark Magnus - Woot Woot! This is going to be more traumatizing than sexy 😅

Mikkel Knightstorm’s quest to destroy the downworld - and the impact it’s going to have on the shadow world 🥲

One of the next gen gang trying to rebuild the Alliance with Joseph’s help 🥹

Atlas becoming Christopher Lightwood’s intern (?) - and maybe a love interest for Atlas 👀

Joan being trained by Jonathan Shadowhunter 😳

Joan and Régine 🛳️🛳️🛳️

Antoine and Régine getting to know Joseph 🥺

Asmodeus being Asmodeus 🤬

Vampires from Paris 🇫🇷

Lance finds his parabatai 👯

Lance and Theia trying to figure out their uh sex problem 😀

Kincaid’s coming out 😍

Kincaid trying to win Arthur back 😎

Lance and Arthur figuring out the true extent of their powers - Literally my favourite part 😭

Lance going to Paris - 😘

Cami figuring out what she wants to do with her life 🫡

Cami, Harry, Miguel love triangle - I have no comments at this time 🫠

Rafael (trying to!) taking back control of the Council 🤧

Arjun makes a new friend 🥰

Devlin Corp and Mikkel Knightstorm😬

Harry building some pretty cool shit 😌

Alec bonding with Lil Max 💙

Another seashell 🫣

Antoine’s book about the Ressurected leading to some pretty shocking findings 🙃

Iris’ figuring out what happened between Hermes and Mikkel 😥

David and Victoria bonding over terrible parents and wanting better for their children??? 😱

Other Max trying to earn David’s forgiveness 😔

Lots and lots of battles 🤩

Lots and lots of death 😶

Prince of hell drama 🤪

Lucifer’s final steps to defeat Michael 😶‍🌫️ (my man out there playing the long game and being patient af - TAKE NOTES)

PS - These are only the things I can share without spoiling! There is so much more! Hope to see y’all again in this fucked up world with our faves :)

#lbaf #my fics

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shuchu · 2 years

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congrats on 100 followers!! aaa can't wait to see much more of your writing! 🥳 could you no's 21, 40, 52 from the nsfw prompt list? i think these combination of numbers are quite,,, inchresting 🤩

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ the dress ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

shuchu’s 100 follower event ♡

prompts: “you’re so wet.” ; “that’s so fucking hot.” ; “won’t you help me? please?”

character: shu yamino ; switch!shu (?)

warnings: NSFW, minors dni ; afab!reader ; oral (f!receiving & m!receiving)

author notes: thank you for the congrats and for participating in the event anon!! ♡ ngl, this one was a bit of a toughie because i needed to include 3 prompts but it ended up being a lengthy one so i hope you enjoy this ^^ thank you all for your support and patience!! uni is draining the life out of me ;; decorative divider: @/mykaesu on twt *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

enjoy lovelies! ♡

“hey babe!” you say, announcing your presence to shu.

shu swivels around in his chair to face you and when his amethyst eyes land on you, they widen and he just sits there, taking you in.

“what’s wrong? do i have something on my face?” you ask after seeing shu’s reaction.

“no it’s not that! y-you just look really good in that dress. when did you buy it?” shu asks, a blush adorning his cheeks.

“i bought it when i went out with elira, rosemi and finana the other day,” you said as you fiddled with your fingers, “they convinced me to buy it.” you giggle softly, a faint pink dusting your cheeks as well.

shu gestures for you to come sit on his lap and you do, straddling him and wrapping your arms around his neck. shu leans forward to press his lips to yours, his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him.

as the kiss deepens, shu slides his hands down your sides to your thighs, rubbing them slowly. a soft moan bubbled from your throat and you grind your hips slightly, eliciting a soft groan from shu. shu detaches his lips from yours and leans back to admire you again, his hands running down the sides of your body slowly.

the way that dress hugged all your curves, accentuating them. you looked hot. but the fact that you were a little shy about wearing it, shu thought that it was absolutely adorable. “you look gorgeous babe. i’m glad they convinced you to buy it.” shu mumbles before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you hummed happily and leaned in to kiss him again. the kiss quickly turned heated as shu deepened the kiss, his hand travelling down from your lower back to your ass. you grind your hips against him slightly, making shu groan softly.

you actually hadn’t told shu what the girls told you when they were trying to convince you to buy it. when you stepped out of that dressing room, elira went, “holy shit. y/n you look hot. shu’s so lucky.” rosemi and finana both agreed as well. finana added, “if shu ain’t fucking you in that dress, i will.” you swat at finana, whining at what she said but deep down, you did want shu to fuck you in this dress. and it was becoming a reality right now.

when your mind drifted back to the current moment, shu’s lips were on your neck, leaving soft open-mouthed kisses all over. you mewled softly, arching your back and tilting your head to the side, giving shu more space. his hand was gently kneading your ass, the knot forming in your abdomen getting tighter and tighter.

shu then stands up, both his hands at your ass supporting you as he walks towards the bedroom. he wastes no time, bunching your dress up to your waist, moving his hand down your body to your heat — teasing you, sliding the tip of his finger up and down your slit through your already soaked panties. “you’re so wet already.” shu says before sticking his tongue out to tease your sopping hole through the fabric.

“nngh- baby…please!” you whine, bucking your hips against his tongue, wanting more. shu pulls down your panties, throwing it off to the side before diving his tongue between your folds, licking up all your juices. his tongue dived into your hole, flicking it into you — making your back arch and your toes curl from the pleasure. your hand moves down to shu’s head, raking your fingers through his raven hair.

shu then replaced his tongue with his two fingers, pumping them in and out while his tongue swirled around your sensitive bud, sucking on it occasionally. you mewled his name loudly and your arched your back, his skilled fingers bringing you closer to your release.

“mmh! baby- i-i’m coming!” you cry out as you come undone on shu’s fingers. shu slides his fingers out slightly, he then takes them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around his digits, sucking your essence off.

shu’s length was painfully throbbing against his pants, so you sat up and crawled towards the end of the bed, where shu was. you palmed his bulge through his pants and shu groaned in response. “won’t you help me? please?” shu pleaded.

you decided to tease him a little saying, “hmm…i don’t know…should i?”

“babe, please. i need you.” shu whimpers softly.

you pull down his pants and boxers in one swift motion and his dick springs free from its confines. the tip was red and leaking pre cum, begging for your touch. you licked your lips and stuck your tongue out to lick up the pre cum, looking up at shu to see his eyes dark with lust.

you swirl your tongue around the tip before slowly taking his length down your throat — eliciting a guttural moan from shu. you hollow your cheeks and start deep-throating his dick. shu squeezes his eyes shut and tilts his head back, bucking his hips slightly.

“it feels- so good. i’m gonna-“ shu moans and not long after, he paints your throat and mouth with his slick. you slide his dick out of your mouth and you gather the excess cum leaking out from your mouth on your finger. you then swallow his cum and lick the extra off your fingers.

shu groans at the sight before him and says, “god, that’s so fucking hot.” he then leans in to kiss you passionately, pushing you back down onto the bed.

shu pulls back to mumble, “turn around babe.” you oblige and flip over, your ass facing shu. one of shu’s hand moves to grip your hip and the other takes his dick, sliding the tip against your slit, making you moan softly.

shu presses his chest against your back and slowly slides himself in, eventually bottoming out — the both of you moaning. shu then starts pounding into you at a toe-curling pace.

“ah~! fuck, yes!” you cry out, your back arching and your hands locking the covers in a death grip. shu whispers, “this was what you wanted wasn’t it? for me to fuck you in this dress.”

you say in between pants, “i- i- y-yes. it was what i wanted.”

shu groans and increases the pace, making your eyes roll back as the tip of his dick pressed against your cervix. “baby, i-i’m getting close.” you whimper.

“me too. i’m sorry babe, i’m gonna ruin the dress.” shu grunts. both his hands gripped your waist tighter as he slammed you back on his length again and again.

eventually, the both of you reach your high and shu releases all over the back of your dress, coating it with his essence. shu pulled the dress off you and chucked it to the side and picked up his t-shirt to pull it onto you.

his muscular arms then wrap around your sweaty, fucked out body; the both of you trying to catch your breath.

“i’m sorry for ruining the dress. i’ll go put it in the wash okay?” shu says, laughing softly after.

“it’s okay,” you say with a giggle before continuing, “so, do you like the dress?” you ask.

“yes babe. i really like the dress.” shu chuckles.

#shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #luxiem #luxiem x reader #shuchu 100 event ♡#shu yamino smut

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welcome-to-green-hills · 6 months

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MYSTERY CAN YOU DO YOUR FANCY ANTHROPOLOGIST MAGIC TO TELL US IF SONIC IS RIGHT OR LEFT HANDED BY LOOKING WT HIS SIGNATURE?!🤩

Hahaha! Hi, Hon! Excellent question! I'm sorry if you were looking for a simple "yes" or "no" answer.❤️✨

I will be honest with you; this is a plausible theory. The problem here is that the science to support the claim is pretty vast. That, and it's not a topic that's explored often. If anything, we could call this a “working theory.” I say this because it requires a strong understanding in developmental and psychological science, graphology, and linguistic anthropology. My background is in archaeology. While I am required in my field to recognize and record historical writing, I don't have the level of experience analyzing writing in that fashion. I think that if you wanted a stronger answer for this, you'd have to consult either a forensic anthropologist, a graphologist, a linguistic anthropologist, or a psychologist. This is just my advice to you if you're interested in exploring this topic further.

The style of writing narrows down to the psychology and cognitive ability of how one learns to read, to write, and how they process the information so that they can share it in the future. I've talked a little bit about this concept when I was asked if Sonic Wachowski is left or right-handed (spoiler alert, he’s both)! As for game Sonic, I think that it's a little bit harder to determine.

When determining a dominant hand, we look at the way that the I's, E's, O's, T's, and H's are written. This gives us an idea of whether or not smudging occurred when the hand moved along the page, the amount of pressure applied to the writing instrument with lines, stroke movements, and slanted letters--these are usually diagonal for left-handed people (Sahu & Kujur, 2017). These are easier to tell if these are done with pen rather than pencil. Looking at the photos, I think that Sonic could be both. However, the resolution of the images with the sneakers are a bit hard to tell. Instead, I'll look at the handwriting with his full name on it for observation. This is the one that's obviously written in pen.

Right off the bat, we see that his name is slanted rather than standing upright. Here, we see that the formation of each word is in a straight line with the lettering slanted. This is very noticeable in the word "hedgehog." Next, we'll look at the way that the letters are formed. What we're looking for specifically is how the cross strokes and circular letters are formed. Left-handed individuals make their cross strokes from right-to-left, as well as clockwise rotations in circular letters (Hobden, 2019). Right-handed individuals do the exact opposite. These characteristics help me determine both the starting point and the finishing point of the letter formation. The best indicator of left-handed penmanship is in the letters "T" and "H." Both the "T" and the "H" have a slight curvature in their cross and hump formation, making the line strokes appear a bit round rather than straight lines.

The curvature in the "T" and the "H" are characteristics seen in left-handed individuals to help the writer see the words as they're writing in a line. Along with the cross strokes, the slanted letters help the writer see the full words after the hand moves forward. This is a hooked hand formation. Even the cross bars of both the "T" and "H" show that the starting point of the pen formed from the right and moved diagonally to the left.

For now, I'm leaning into the idea of Game!Sonic having a dominant left hand. This is all hypothetical rather than it being concrete theory. Throughout Sonic's gaming history, we've seen him skateboard, fight/parry, and control a sword with a right hook. When it comes to examining how he writes, it appears to be that he's left-handed dominant. I think, more than anything, Sonic is ambidextrous and has a preference in which hand he uses to fight and write.

I hope that this answers your question, my dear!❤️✨

#Before anyone asks... elongating specific letters in written words is emphasis on how the word sounds.#mystery anon #off topic #I am an anthropologist #I am an archaeologist #sonic the hedgehog #sonic wachowski

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afandommultiverse · 1 year

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Showing Miles Quaritch the Vitraya Ramunong

❀ A/n - oh. my. god- IT FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK LMAO!! Finally got these HCs out only AFTER I got my car back from it being stolen and my college semester is over🤩 but you know what? AWOW is on Disney+ now and I put that shit on so fast and IM READY TO WRITE AGAIN!! I missed my hardass colonel🥰

❀ EXTRA A/n - I know it’s been super long but these HC’s are for @isimpforfictionalppl as they asked for a continuation on the last post! Sorry it took so long boo🫶

❀ Warnings - None really besides my foul language and the amount of fluff in this

❀ WC - 2.6k

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

✿ After nearly a month and a half of being a hostage for Quaritch and his team, the anger of being captured and taken from the people you’d come to love and live with began to dissipate. Don’t get me wrong, it was still there, but the feeling of anger and always fighting back was exhausting, so slowly but surely, you were coming to terms with your predicament.

✿ However when Quaritch told you Jake and his family, your family, fled to the islands, that anger returned, and there was a good week where you didn’t eat, yelled, and threw fits when Quaritch demanded his usual lessons on ‘All things Na'vi.’

✿ That was when Spider would step in and take over lessons for the day, knowing that giving you time and space was the best thing for you now. He knew you were hurt—not just angry; he was too, but you had a long history with Jake and Neytri, and this felt like a bigger betrayal to you.

✿ Quaritch could sense this too; even though it was pissing him off and stupid to him, he could see where you were coming from and tried not to bother you until he deemed it necessary. When the hissy fit of yours hit for seven days, he was over it and knew he needed to get you over it too.

✿ So he took you out—no guards, no other squad members, and surprisingly, no spider. He had offered, but Spider decided against it, instead choosing to stick with the science geeks. He warned you with the usual threats, warning you not to run, attack, or do anything else stupid that would leave him pissed and you in a shittier mood for even longer.

✿ The second you hit the forest line, you ran. You can run so fucking fast that you didn’t bother to wonder if Quaritch was following you. You weren’t running away; you couldn’t. You couldn’t leave Spider, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to get away; they would find you, and if they didn’t capture you back up again, they would only follow you to see if you would lead them to the village to use against Jake, even though they couldn’t even find him now.

✿ You ran fast, but Quaritch was faster; it wasn’t long before you heard his thundering footsteps and loud curses, calling out to you to stop now or your punishment will be worse. You didn’t listen; you were only ducking under branches and roots and running through creeks and ponds. Quaritch didn’t realize you weren’t running away until he saw you turn your head and smirk at him. He could see the humor in your eyes from here.

✿ He was so captivated by that look in your eyes that he almost ran into you when he realized you had stopped. You took a deep breath and sat down on your knees, taking a few more breaths before leaning forward and laying your arms out and your face in the grass. He didn’t know what you were doing, but he let you; he watched you and waited.

✿ When you picked him up, he heard a sniffle, his ears twitching at the sound, and he immediately hated it. When you turned to look at him, two stray tears slowly fell from your cheeks. You motioned him forward, guiding him to sit just as you were.

✿ "You want your lesson for today?" Your voice is a bit more hoarse from no use, and when it was used, it was usually just yelling as of late.

✿ "I wouldn’t mind having my favorite teacher for today." He joked—well, you thought it was a joke, but in truth, he was being honest. You corrected him in ways he would remember, usually by smacking him on the side of his head or pulling his tail, but it worked. Lessons with Spider didn’t usually stick with Quaritch; Spider wouldn’t dare hit him like that; rather, he would reply with smart remarks that turned into arguments.

✿ "Take your shoes off." He gave you a weird look before shaking his head.

✿ "No. The kid tried that, no." He shook his head, his lips pinched in disapproval. You rolled your eyes, wiping your cheeks, and gave him a no-nonsense look.

✿ "Do you want your lesson?" His lips frowned into a thin line, staring at you hard before grumbling and turning away to shuck off his shoes. All while he mumbled how ‘stupid’ it all was.

✿ Finally, he stood barefoot on the grass beside where you sat.

✿ "What do you feel?" You asked, looking up at him questioningly. You had your thoughts and opinions on the workings of these new recumbents; they had to have just as much of a connection to Eywa as yours and Jake's hybrid bodies did.

✿ "What do I feel? I don’t feel anything. What, you mean the ground?" He stepped around, looking for something to feel, but still felt nothing other than the soft, dewy grass beneath his feet.

✿ You stood up, grabbing his forearms on top and guiding his hands to hold your forearms as well. He stood watching you quietly before you looked up at him and demanded he close his eyes. He did, not even thinking twice before obeying your order. Something about that bugged him, but he continued to follow it.

✿ "Take a deep breath." He took a weak breath in and out, hoping that would appease her, but the quick kick to his shin let him know it wasn’t, so he took a deep breath in, and the tension in his back and shoulders he was trying to keep to stay alert fell away in one, two, or three breaths. That was when he felt it.

✿A buzz underneath his feet, not like a vibration or movement, just the hum of life underneath his feet. He began to step around, thinking, ‘Did you just make me step on a toxic plant?’ He was immediately suspicious of the feeling beneath him that slowly began to course up his legs.

✿ "What do you feel?" you emphasized. That was when he opened his eyes, finding yours staring up at him with emotions that made him fall silent. There was hope in those eyes—not one he had ever seen before during your stay here. Miles had seen your eyes, angry, sad, and even a little happy, but this hope was different than your hope to escape. So he replied.

✿ I don’t feel nothing, nothin’." He felt your fingers push harder on his pulse, but he was smarter than that and, of course, older than that. This body may be young, but he is still the man he once was. That hope of yours was dashed; your eyes narrowed, and you let go of his arms, stepping away from him. He almost missed you, but he too stood back, going to put his shoes back on.

✿ "No, come on." You turned and started walking away without hesitance; he looked back.

✿ "Where are you going?" He leaned down and grabbed his boots, ready to catch up with you when you broke out into a sprint again. He had no choice but to drop the shoes if he really wanted to catch up with you; running barefoot around here was going to have to make him focus more, and he hates to admit it, but you are faster than you look.

✿ So they were gone, and he was trying not to step on anything sharp, poisonous, or anything else above that could render him in any shape or form. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t trust you.

✿ When you finally stopped and waited for him, it made him grind his teeth as he jogged up to your smug smile, barely even breathless while he took a second to gather himself. "Just what the hell is this?" He waved to the bush you stood in front of. A smug smile fell from your face as you rolled your eyes and turned around, facing the bush and pulling down its leaves to reveal a tranquil, illuminated sight.

✿ "Vitraya Ramunong," you said, stepping through the bush that seemed to move around you to let you through, and the bush held open waiting for him to pass as well. As we walked through, I felt it close behind him, closing in on him until he was out on the other side. ‘The Tree of Souls,’ he thought to himself.

✿ He had never seen them before—not in person anyway. It was a sight; he felt his eyes grow wider as he looked on. He never realized how translucent the branches were; he could almost see the works of the tree as they circulated like veins. As he stood in awe of one of the smaller trees, you stood by and watched him.

✿You knew he was lying; he had to be; even Eywa recognized him. ‘Eywa,’ you thought to yourself, questioning this sign and its meaning. When you zoned back into the moment and Quaritch still stood in awe of the tree, you hesitantly reached out and grabbed his hand.

✿ His attention pulled away from the trees, and he looked down at your conjoined hands before meeting your eyes. He even went to pull away his hand, but you held on. "Come." You pulled him deeper into the glowing forest, bringing him to what appeared to be a sapling compared to the other illusive trees. You sat down in front of it, once again bowing and pushing your arms out, except this time you kissed the ground, whispering something in Na'vi tongue, before looking back up at Quaritch.

✿ "I want to show you something." You grabbed your queue, bringing it over your shoulder, and opened it up before him. He had looked at himself a lot when he first woke up, but nonetheless, the sight of a queue unfolding was still incredible, and when you held out your hand, he was weary of your future intentions.

✿ "Now hold up, sweetheart. I like you and all, but I know how this goes, so I appreciate the offer and all-" Your offered hand moved quickly and slapped his shoulder hard, leaving a reverberating sting, and before he could react, you slapped him again in the same spot. "What the hell was that for?" Grabbing your hand in case you intended to strike again

✿ "That is not what I meant! I want to show you a memory!" You held out your hand again, and he stared at it for a few seconds before gilding his hand down his queue. He hesitated before setting it in her hand, staring at your palm, but he handed it to you gently.

✿ He watched as you held it, the queue unfolding, before you guided it to a branch and attached it slowly. It wasn’t long before you laid yours down as well, covering the very top of his.

✿ "Take a deep breath." You said that, and Miles complied, taking a deep breath, but when he opened his eyes again, he almost freaked out.

✿ A different environment surrounded him; the soul trees that once surrounded him were gone, replaced with a meadow with tall flowers and giant leafy plants that hung over his head. He looked around, searching for you, and found you behind him.

✿ "Where are we? What happened?" He walked towards you, but you only held your finger up to your lips and hushed him, turning around and walking a few steps forward.

✿ "Mom?" A young voice called out, searching through the plants before stumbling out and finding you. A little boy, his face lighting up at the sight of you, bolted towards a giant smiling and pulling at his lips.

✿ "Mom!" He jumped, and you grabbed him, swinging around and throwing him up in the air a bit before catching him and putting him down. "What are you doing, my little spider?" You spoke, leaning down to look at his hands, which held different assorted flowers in them.

✿ "I think I have all the flowers I want." He held them up to show you, explaining why he had chosen them. Miles watched, numb with shock and almost not believing the sight in front of him. ‘This is a memory," he whispered to himself, looking on and observing the interaction between you two.

✿ You stood and grabbed his hand; he led you forward, and Miles followed shortly behind the both of you. He realized now that Spider couldn’t see him; after all, it was a memory, your memory. He wondered what other memories you could show him.

✿ Spider stopped in front of a tall and rigid tree, where a big rock with moss growing all over it stood, a single pink flower growing at the very top edge. He crouched down and set the small bouquet he had gathered on the rock.

✿ "Is it okay to miss her? Even though I never met her, mom?" You smiled softly, reaching your hands out and fussing with his locks, laying them nicely and pushing down flyaways. "Of course it’s okay; she is who made you, carried you, and brought you into this world lovingly. Never forget her, my little spider; without her, you would cease to exist." You rubbed his cheek softly, patting it softly before pulling away.

✿ Spider looked at the rock and sat in silence for a second before turning back to you. "What about my dad?" You looked at his small face, turmoil turning in his eyes, searching for the answers he hoped you would have. You took a deep breath and looked up at the sky, watching birds fly to other trees and creatures swing from their branches, thinking of the words to say.

✿ You didn’t know the relationship Quaritch had with his newborn son before he died, but what you did know is that Petra would talk about his visits with him, and while he sounded distant, he nonetheless cared for the boy. "Without him, you also wouldn’t exist, my little bug; he may have done some wrong, some things even I don’t know about, but he loved you, and that deserves remembrance." Spider nodded his head and turned back to the rock. He took a few steps toward it before pulling something from his belt. He revealed an old tooth, specifically a front one from a Thanator.

✿ "Where did you get that little bug?" You asked, watching as he set the tooth on top of the rock. He sat there and looked at it for a bit before answering.

✿ "I found it while playing with Kiri; she fell and hurt herself, and when I helped her up, I saw it. I thought maybe..." Spider didn’t continue, but you knew what he meant. He wanted somewhere to pay his respects not just to his mother but to his father as well. Spider didn’t know the full story as he was still young; however, he did know enough to think that his father was the best of men in the eyes of Na’vi, and with your approval, he felt better about missing the absent figure in his life.

✿ Spider looked a little longer before slowly turning around and walking back to you. He sat down and rested against your chest as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him and rocking him slowly, humming an old song from when you were younger back on earth.

✿ "Oél ngáti kámeie, Mom." You leaned down and gave Spider a soft peck on the forehead before replying,

✿ "Oél ngáti kámeie, my little spider." Things around Quaritch slowly started to shimmer and disappear in a white light before the light completely engulfed Quaritch and caused his vision to become blank.

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❀ A/n - I hoped you guys all enjoyed this little comeback, please remeber to like or comment or even request your own scenario. Thank you for reading! 🫶

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flowerslut · 2 months

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😂☀️🏅

What’s the funniest comment someone has left on a fic of yours?

this is such a tough one, but half of @volturialice’s comments on call of the night made me laugh so hard that I befriended and then hung out with her. and fast forward five years she has clowned her way into my heart ~irrevocably~ 🥰❤️

honorable mentions go to these specific ones (top one belongs to my wife ofc)

and I wish I could find the tumblr ask that says “thanks for the stories my therapist will know your name” because that one takes the cake.

Has anyone ever left you a comment that made your day? What did it say?

ALL THE TIME ARE YOU JOKING??? most recently I’ve been getting a lot of comments from people telling me about how my version of maria in roots is turning them into maria stans, and every time that happens I twirl my hair and kick my feet like a lovesick idiot 🤩

also a lot of people have left comments on call of the night (and walk in the dark) to tell me about how they binge-read it over a day or two and those are always my favorite because it means I derailed someone’s sleep schedule for at least one night and that delights me every time. but here’s a pair of comments I think of regularly:

because it 1000% summed up the way I wanted everyone to feel during the climax of cotn’ and to see that I stuck the landing? sublime. nothing will ever feel as good as seeing these as the first two comments after I posted that chapter 🥰

What is the fic you’re most proud of?

this is suchhhhhh a hard one so I’m gonna be a cheating little cheat and answer it in three parts. because my personal favorite fic of mine (not the best, per se, but my number 1) is north star. tbh, that fic should have been much trickier to write (empath alice and psychic jasper? how do you even attempt to successfully jam that into canon!verse?) so i’m very proud of myself for cranking it out over the time span that I did. that was the first fic I ever gave to my wife to look-over and make lil edits to, which is something that I had never once done before with any of my writing EVER.

then or course you’ve got call of the night, and just about everyone has heard the story about that fic, but I really am soooo proud of myself for finishing it! 16/17 year old baby shan would have been sooooo happy to know that it was lovingly completed (technically speaking) in my 20s!

but I think I have to nominate roots for ‘fic i’m most proud of’ just due to the sheer size of this project. and maybe it’s that Current Fic Bias talking (since it’s the only fic of mine being updated/worked on rn) but I really did daydream, outline, and draft an entire 200k word fic with multiple alternating povs and so many moving parts that my even readers are making timelines to make sure they don’t miss anything. that’s so cool for me! that’s so fun! roots has swamped my brain for a year and a half, I’ve put my whole pussy into it, and not to sound like a broken record but shoutout to my wife @volturialice for basically being my editor. the fact that she hasn’t killed me for not knowing the difference between “its” and “it’s” or divorced me for my fixation on unnecessary scene blocking isssss miraculous 🥴

send me more fanfic asks

#you know i had to do it to em (drop the irrevocably about my wife)#these answers are getting long as fuck but whatever y’all asked 3 at once

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Seeing that you want to add more chapters to alpha mafia max in flush makes me so sooooo happy! Because max in that story is one of my favourites max in your works 🤩 like the perfect alpha. Rich, careful, protective, etc. looking forward to it a lot!!!

Thank you so much ☺️ I don't write alpha Max too often and I had never written any mafia style stories before but I really enjoyed writing Max in that one.

I want to explore him taking Omega Charles back home and showing Charles how he is going to look after him and give him whatever he wants. Charles has definitely found a good alpha with Max.

#anon asks #Alpha Max

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shadowofchwe · 2 years

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(3...2...1...) domino | vernon chwe

Turns out stealing your best friend’s food wasn’t the best idea. Especially when said best friend has recently gotten much stronger and faster than you. The consequences of something so simple set off a domino effect, and before you know it you’re both falling into something faster than you ever thought possible.

🧡 Pairing: bestfriend!vernon x reader

🧡 Word Count: 5.1k

🧡 Genre: Best friends to lovers, fluff, smut

🧡 Rating: 18+

🧡 Warnings: Explicit language, Vernon doesn't like having his food stolen 😤, a friendly game of chase, playful rough housing, a one sided pillow fight (oof @ Vernon), lots of ✨tension✨, teasing, strength kink because Vern has been working out, explicit sexual content, making out, hair pulling, biting/marking/scratching, groping, name kink (@ Vern 🤩), whiny and needy Vernon but also he has low low key dom vibes at times, reader is a bit of a brat at times, dirty talk, praise, multiple consent check ins we love to see it 🥰, fingering, rough fingering, slight overstimulation, cum eating, more banter/teasing, oral (m receiving), deep throating, rough face fucking, it's playful and cute again at the end

A/N: Thank you to everyone who liked the teaser and has been patiently waiting for this 🥰 I had a lot of fun writing this one and I hope you enjoy it if you do decide to read it 🥺 Please look forward to more from me soon and thank you for all your love and support 😭😭💕💕

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Taglist: @chwebychew @smuchsmut @romromthedeer

There were two things you were absolutely sure of.

One. You and Vernon were always going to be best friends.

And two. Never steal said best friend’s food unless you wanted to pay for it with your life.

However, there was an exception to the second thing. Stealing his food without getting caught. You had to time it just right though, and your window of opportunity was rapidly closing. Your best friend had just left your room to use the bathroom down the hall, leaving his enticing plate of dumplings completely unattended.

Had Vernon offered to get something for you when you had picked up food earlier? Yes. Had you been hungry then? No. Were you now starving and regretting your decision and contemplating an even riskier one? Unfortunately, yes. Fuck. He was gonna kill you. But only if you got caught.

You glanced down the hallway one more time, and saw no sign of your friend. With a somewhat already guilty conscience, you swiped one of the dumplings off his plate and quickly stuffed it into your mouth. You had just barely started to stressfully chew when, “I know you did not just do that.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin, sheepishly turning around to face Vernon. He was standing in your open doorway with his black tee and jeans, arms crossed and a questioning brow raised at you. So much for not getting fucking caught. You tried to mumble out an embarrassed apology, but your mouth was still full so it just sounded like garbled nonsense.

“Okay, swallow. And then I’m gonna kill you.” Vernon said simply as you internally cursed yourself to hell and back.

You swear you had never chewed and swallowed something so fast in your life.

“Nonie, I’m sorry. I got hungry, and they smelled so good. Will you forgive me, pretty please?” you begged sweetly, flashing him your best “I’m sorry” puppy dog eyes.

Vernon’s expression was literally unreadable right now. Yeah, that didn’t seem like a great sign.

“I will give you a ten second head start.”

You stared at him in confusion, “Head start for what?”

“To run.”

You let out a nervous laugh, your best friend’s features still unchanging.

“You’re joking right?”

“One.”

“Vernon, please, we are two grown adults.”

“Two.”

“C’mon, Nonie, this is ridiculous.”

“Three.”

You had never seen him look so serious about something in the entire time you’d known him. Over a fucking dumpling. Your best friend was fast though, and here you were still standing there wasting precious seconds.

“Vernon.”

One last ditch effort.

“Four.”

“Fuck!” you exclaimed before finally pushing past him to run out of the room.

There was no fucking way that man had finished counting to ten because you heard his footsteps bounding after you a moment later.

“You fucking cheater!” you yelled back at him as you raced into the living room.

“What can I say? You’re a thief, and I count fast.” he replied nonchalantly, and you quickly dashed behind the couch to put a barrier between the two of you.

You groaned, “This is a little drastic for a dumpling, don’t you think?”

Your best friend shrugged in response.

“You know how I feel about food.”

“So, you’re really gonna chase me around the house like we’re little kids? All because I ate one, ONE, of your dumplings?!” you asked incredulously, eyes darting around the room to look for an opening to escape.

“You could just stop running. We both know I’m gonna catch you regardless.”

There was a smugness to his tone, and the challenge in his eyes ignited something in you. An overwhelming desire to prove his cocky ass wrong.

You both moved at the same time. Vernon rushed to the side of the couch to block your means of escape, but you were already scrambling to climb over the top and sprinting out of his reach and back down the hallway to your room. The triumph of your escape was short lived, however, because Vernon was tackling you onto your bed the moment you entered the room, “Gotcha dumpling thief!”

You let out a sound of surprise as the two of you tumbled across your sheets. You ended up side by side on your bed, noses almost touching from the close proximity.

“Vernon, what the hell!” you demanded, giving his shoulder a light, but purposeful shove.

“Okay, ow. You know, to be fair, I did warn you.”

“We aren’t kids anymore, you can’t just do shit like that. We could’ve broken my bed, or one or both of us could’ve gotten seriously hurt.” you scolded him with a stern frown on your features, and all it earned you was your best friend chuckling under his breath in response.

“Are you fucking laughing at me! You asshole!” you shouted before pushing on his shoulder again.

You were more annoyed than angry, but you also didn’t want Vernon to think you were letting him off that easy. And yet, he was still laughing. Oh, he was a dead man.

“Sorry, it’s just, I think we’d have to do a lot more than that to break the fucking bed.” he voiced cheekily, eyes dancing with amusement.

“Vernon Chwe, I am going to kill you!!” you roared, and in the next moment you were sitting on top of him.

His eyes changed instantly, but you couldn’t quite read what they were trying to convey. Not that it really mattered, because his expression changed again as soon as you retrieved a pillow from the head of the bed and struck him with it.

“Fuck. Wait. I’m sorry!” he tried, but you just brought the pillow down on him again.

Vernon, ever with the dramatics, let out a high pitched scream every time you hit him. You knew you weren’t doing any real damage, and if his interspersed giggles were anything to go by, you would say he was even enjoying it.

Your best friend had never lost his inner child, even now that both of you were well into your twenties. If you were being honest, it was actually one of the things you loved most about him. You really found it so cute and endearing. Not to mention contagious because you found yourself starting to laugh along with him.

You lost the energy and drive to keep striking him and let the pillow fall from your hands. Both of you were trying to catch your breath and contain your giggles.

“Satisfied now?”

“I am actually, thank you. Don’t ever pull that shit with me again.” you answered, doing your best to sound threatening, but it was proving really difficult at the moment.

You looked down at your hands splayed across Vernon’s stomach, and suddenly remembered that you were still straddling your best friend. His black tee had even started to ride up a little…

Your face felt hot, and you prayed that the reaction would go unnoticed by him. If only you could’ve been so lucky. That same something flashed in his eyes again followed by a curious smirk taking over his face, “Are you blushing?”

“W-What no! S-Shut up. It’s just hot in h-here.” you stuttered back in reply, looking anywhere but at him.

And you were still sitting on him. This was your best friend for fucks sake, just get off the man!

“Hey,” Vernon’s hands gently smoothed over your hips suddenly, “what’s going on in that head of yours?”

You looked down to see his eyes searching your face for some sort of answer to his question.

“Honestly?” you queried back, nervous energy radiating throughout your body.

“Well I asked, didn’t I?” Vernon pointed out, and there was that curious little smile again.

“Okay, but you can’t laugh. Or I will smother you with one of these pillows. Got it?”

Your best friend held up in his hands in innocence, “No laughing. Got it.”

You sighed as you contemplated the risk of telling him exactly what was running through your head right now. Ugh, it all went back to those fucking dumplings. You decided to just say fuck it for the second time that day.

“Well, we’re in somewhat of a compromising position right now. And all I can think about is how weird it feels that this doesn’t feel weird…” you trailed off, and you could feel the blush on your cheeks deepening.

“Oh.” he said softly, and your immediate instinct was suddenly to backtrack as fast as possible.

“U-Unless it feels weird for you and here I am still sitting on you and rambling like an idiot-”

“Y/N.” Vernon interjected, but you were too caught up in trying to save face.

"You know what actually, this is weird. I don’t know what I was talking about. Just forget it, okay? I-”

“Y/N.”

Something in his voice made you finally stop, “Yeah?”

“We’re being honest right now, right?”

You just nodded as your nerves ran rampant. Now Vernon was the one who seemed like he couldn’t look at you. You thought you maybe even noticed some color in his cheeks, but that was most likely just your imagination.

“Nonie, it’s me. Just talk to me.” you coaxed gently, your best friend finally meeting your gaze again.

“Honestly, I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?” you pressed, voice coming out hushed.

You definitely didn’t think you were imagining the bright red hue quickly spreading across his entire face. Your heartbeat felt deafening, and you wondered if he could hear it too.

“I’m scared because of how good this feels. You’re right, it should feel so fucking weird. But it just…doesn’t.”

A small gasp escaped from your lips, and when your eyes met again it was like he was seeing straight through you to your soul.

You were scared too. Scared of what this could mean. And the longer you stared into his big, beautiful, brown eyes, the more terrified you felt. But there was also an underlying curiosity and excitement coursing through you.

"You trust me, right?" Vernon asked, breaking the prior silence.

His hands settled on your waist again, and something about all of this just felt so…right. So natural.

"Always."

The devious grin he flashed you had you reconsidering your answer as mischief sparked in his eyes, "Famous last words."

Before you even had a chance to ask him what he meant by that, you were letting out a yelp as he effortlessly flipped the two of you over. In one fluid motion he had pinned you beneath him, arms caging you in on either side. You stared up at him incredulously, and your heart raced furiously.

“Okay. When in the hell did you get so strong?” you paused as your eyes drifted to one of his muscular arms, “And when did your arms get so fucking big, holy shit!”

You reached out to touch him out of habit, and something about the way you could feel his muscles flexing under your hand had you feeling slightly dizzy. You’d always thought and known that Vernon was handsome. Hot sometimes even. But right now, being pinned under him like this..

Your best friend chuckled, the sound pulling you back from your dangerous thoughts, and your hand falling from his arm.

“I have been going to the gym, remember?”

You’d known this of course. He’d even been constantly bugging you to go with him. But this was the first time you were really noticing the change in his physique. Jesus. Had he always been this fucking broad.

“So…does it feel weird yet?” he thankfully interrupted your mind spiral once again.

“Not even a little bit. You’re right, this is scary.” you admitted with a nervous laugh.

“Fucking terrifying.” Vernon agreed quietly as he gazed down at you, eyes focusing on your lips for a split second before shooting back up to meet your own.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” you questioned, reflecting his own phrase back at him.

Your best friend blinked in surprise at your query, and his entire face flushed crimson once more.

“Honestly. All I can think about right now…is how bad I want to kiss you. And how if I do…then everything changes.”

Your own face grew hot at his confession. And suddenly it felt like the two of you had always been heading here. To this moment. To each other.

“So kiss me.”

It took you a few seconds to realize you’d actually said the words out loud and not just in your head. The way Vernon’s eyes grew wide was what really gave it away.

“Wait. What?” he inquired, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the cute clueless expression on his face.

“As per usual, we’re sharing the same single brain cell. Which means…I wanna kiss you just as bad.”

This time Vernon was the one who gasped, and you had literally never found him more endearing.

“Maybe even more.” you added playfully, giving him a knowing look.

“Fuck.” he breathed, “Not possible.”

Now it was your eyes wandering to his mouth. You’d genuinely never noticed before, but he had really pretty lips. Like really pretty. They looked really soft too… Oh, you were going to lose it if you didn’t kiss him that very second.

But then he kissed you. And you fucking lost it anyway.

It shouldn’t have been possible to feel like you’d been knocked off your feet when you were literally already laying down. And yet, the moment his lips had touched yours the world had immediately crumbled underneath you.

All you knew was instinct as you kissed him back with surprising furiosity. Instinct and Vernon.

Vernon.

Your hands were in his hair. His tongue was in your mouth. He was invading all your senses and dragging you down, down, down, with him. And right now, you were more than happy to follow the descent.

A mixture of soft pants filled the air as Vernon’s weight pressed down harder on you. You tugged at his chestnut strands, and his teeth grazed your lips in retaliation. You pulled a little harder, your nails scratching against his scalp. He groaned into your mouth before repositioning himself so that he could slide his arms under your back and hold you closer.

Your hands left his hair in favor of fisting handfuls of the back of his shirt instead. Vernon slotted one of his legs between yours, and he swallowed the gasp that slipped out when you felt his thigh press up against you. One of your legs curled around his waist, and he grunted in response. A large hand trailed down to grip onto your thigh, his fingers simultaneously digging into your ass.

And still, not a single part of this felt weird. If anything, it felt electrifying. Like every single one of your nerves was catching fire. Like the two of you would just burn and burn until you consumed each other to ash.

His lips suddenly left yours to follow the line of your jaw, his hair tickling your face. You hummed and could instantly feel Vernon smiling against you. It made warmth bloom in your chest.

Your hands snuck under his shirt to feel more of him, fingers tracing over the defined muscles in his back. You found yourself wondering, actually dying to know, what he looked like naked… Probably like some kind of fucking Greek god if what you’d seen so far was anything to go by.

All thoughts, including the one about wanting to see your best friend naked, flew straight out of your head the moment his mouth attached itself to your neck. That cute, smiley boy was gone. Now he was all hunger. All desire. All tongue and teeth. Kissing and sucking and biting as you squirmed and sighed out beneath him.

Vernon knew you. Maybe better than anyone. Which meant he found the sensitive spot on your neck in record time. He was smiling again. Smirking actually. Shit eating grin as he sucked against your skin, hard enough to definitely leave a mark.

“Such a fucking cheater.” you breathed out, and Vernon chuckled into your neck.

“Where’s the fun in playing fair?” he murmured before biting down on the same spot.

“Vernon, fuck!” you cried out, your body twisting underneath him.

His tongue soothed the spot a moment later and the moan slipped out before you could stop it. Your face burned furiously, and Vernon pulled back from marking up your neck.

“Holy shit.” he whispered, eyes going wide in surprise.

“Fuck you. You know that spot is extremely sensitive. That was just evil.” you whined, your cheeks growing hotter and hotter.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

His statement had caught you completely off guard, and you blinked up at him, “Wait, what?”

Vernon’s own face flushed, and you desperately wanted to kiss him again.

“I just, I can’t believe I made you sound like that. You sound so, pretty…”

That sent your heart racing again. Only this time, you actually hoped he could hear it. So he would know he was having just as much of an effect on you as you were on him.

“I wonder what other sounds I can get you to make.” he mused as his eyes traveled the length of your body.

Your thighs rubbed together as a reflex, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Vernon.

“What do you think?” he queried, thumb gently gripping your chin to hold your gaze, “Should we find out?”

“Only if I get to find out what you sound like too.” you answered with surprising confidence.

Vernon raised an eyebrow at you, and you copied him out of habit.

“Mmmm,” he hummed, “you first, princess.”

Your brain had just barely started to form a response, when you felt his thigh brush against your still covered core once more. You whimpered at the stimulation, and Vernon’s eyes grew noticeably hazy at the sound.

“Shit. You’re really killing me right now, you know that?” he groaned, and it honestly shocked you just how hot whining suddenly sounded coming from him.

“So, what are you going to do about it?”

Your best friend swallowed nervously as he stared down at you, “Are you absolutely sure about this? I meant what I said before. If we cross this line…then everything changes. Everything.”

You didn’t even hesitate before taking hold of his shirt to yank him back down to your mouth for a searing kiss. His strong hands immediately gripped your hips, pushing the material of your shirt up just slightly. You pulled back, tugging his bottom lip with your teeth as you did so, “Then let it change.”

“Fuck.” Vernon growled, and then his mouth was descending on you again.

You moaned freely now as he made patches of color bloom across your chest, your fingers twisting back into his already messy locks. His teeth scraped along your collar bones, and his hands slid up higher. Your skin warmed as his palms smoothed over your back, resting just under the clasp of your bra. His fingers tentatively brushed over the fabric as his loving kisses trailed lower, ghosting over the tops of your breasts.

“Vernon.”

His name left your lips as a dreamy sigh.

“Tell me what you want, princess.”

The nickname actually wasn’t anything new. In fact, it was one that had stuck since you were both kids. The context, however, was brand fucking new. And the raspiness of his already deep voice was really doing something to you.

“Fuck, touch me. Please.” you pleaded breathlessly.

He moaned softly into the skin of your neck, the sound like the most beautiful music you had ever heard. His fingers were shaking as he clumsily undid the clasp, and you quickly sat up to slide the garment down your arms and out from under your shirt. You were shedding your shirt a moment later, and Vernon inhaled sharply.

“Wait, YN-”

You reached out to take one of his hands and placed it directly over your racing heart, “I trust you, remember.”

He let out a small gasp before closing the space between you to kiss you gently. His hands started to curve around your breasts after several seconds, and you sighed at the contact.

“You’re so pretty, shit. And so soft.” he voiced as his large hands fully enveloped you, softly kneading your flesh.

One of his thumbs swiped over your nipple and you hissed, head falling back slightly. Vernon carefully maneuvered you to lay back down, and you cried out when his hands were suddenly being replaced by his warm mouth. He took his time mapping out your chest with his lips, tongue, and teeth, with you squirming and whining beneath him all the while. His lips wrapped around one of your perked buds, and something inside you snapped.

“Fucking shit. Hansol.” you moaned loudly, not even registering what you had accidentally just called him.

You had used his first name on very very few occasions. He had always just been Vernon to you. But the things he was doing to you was making it nearly impossible to think straight, and it had just slipped out during your rush of pleasure. He lifted his head and used one of his hands to sweep his hair back from his face, his eyes almost completely swallowed by darkness.

“God, princess. You can’t just fucking do that.” Vernon scolded you, a noticeable whiny and needy edge to his voice.

“Hansol.”

“Fuck.” he growled, “Stop that.”

“Make me, Hansol.” you fired back, eyes blazing with challenge.

Vernon shook his head at you and chuckled darkly, “Bratty little princess.”

You barely had time to process before one of his strong arms was laid across your stomach, pinning you down as his other hand slowly started undoing your jeans.

“If we need to stop, just say the word.”

He slowly slid your zipper all the way down. Every part of you was screaming in anticipation.

“W-What are you doing?” you asked, voice shaky.

Vernon’s eyes flicked up to meet your own, and a wicked little smirk was decorating his handsome face. You clenched around absolutely nothing.

“Making you.”

Without any further hesitation, his fingers slipped past the waistband of your underwear to make contact with your slick folds.

“Holy shit.” he swore under his breath, “You’re fucking soaked.”

You were shaking underneath him. You felt like if you didn’t get some part of him inside you, you were going to go crazy. Vernon seemed to be past the point of feeling unsure though because he wasted no time before slipping one of his long digits past your walls. You whimpered, your hands digging into the sheets below you.

He watched, mesmerized, as he drew his finger back out before pumping it into you again. He added another digit a moment later, and your back rose off the bed as you cried out.

“God, you feel incredible, princess. I can’t believe how well you’re taking my fingers.” he praised you, his voice husky and laced with want.

His fingers started drilling into you faster, and he grunted as he used his other arm to hold down your thrashing body.

“Oh my God…Vernon.”

“You gonna come for me, princess?” he pressed, stretching you out even more by going up to three digits.

You actually were about to come surprisingly fast. How the fuck was it that he knew your body so well even though this was the first time you had ever done this? But he was reaching that spot inside you with ridiculous ease, and pushing you steadily towards your high. His thumb passed over your clit, and your body jolted at the stimulation.

“Fuck. I’m close.”

Vernon groaned before beginning to rub your clit in time with his fingers fucking into you, and you felt ready to scream at this point as your eyes screwed shut.

“Shit…Vernon…” your voice trailed off as your breathing was rapidly increasing.

“You can let go, princess. I’ve got you.” Vernon said gently, a complete contrast to the harsh motion of his hand inside you.

You opened your eyes to see him intently staring down at you, brows furrowed and biting his lip in concentration. He looked so sexy right now, and you clenched hard around his fingers before soaking them with your release. Vernon cursed loudly, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm until you were crying at the overstimulation.

As soon as he was pulling his fingers from you, he was immediately slipping them into his mouth to suck them clean, moaning at the taste.

“Fuck, princess. You taste so sweet.” he groaned, and you found your eyes wandering to the bulge in his jeans for the first time.

Fucking hell. He must’ve been huge. You were determined to find out for yourself as you suddenly got up from the bed, pulling Vernon up beside you. Still in the midst of your post orgasm haze, you dropped to your knees on your bedroom floor. Vernon's eyes went wide, and you began frantically pulling at his belt.

“Shit, Y/N, you don’t-”

“If we need to stop, then tell me. Otherwise, I need you to shut up cause I want to suck you off.” you explained simply as you yanked his belt from the loops in one swift movement.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

You grinned up at him devilishly before undoing his jeans just as quickly. Seeing the way his cock was straining against his boxers had your mouth starting to water slightly.

“We’ve literally known each other forever, and even after all that time, I had no idea you were packing. Holy shit.” you remarked, your hands gripping his waistband.

You glanced up to see Vernon blushing furiously, making you giggle.

“Oh my God, please just stop.” he whined cutely.

“Lucky for you, I actually will have to cause my mouth will be full in a minute.”

A sense of satisfaction ran through you when you saw his dick twitch in his boxers. Finally, you would get to see firsthand what he looked and sounded like when he was being pleasured. The thought excited you to no end.

Vernon’s eyes never left you as you tugged down his boxers to free his cock, and it immediately bounced up against his stomach. Your eyes widened because he was really was fucking huge. Like you could already preemptively feel the ache in your jaw. But you genuinely wanted to do this for him, even if it caused you some discomfort in the process.

You didn’t even warn Vernon before licking a stripe along the underside of his cock.

“Oh fucking hell.” he breathed, hand immediately shooting out behind him to grip onto the edge of your bed.

“Maybe you should sit down. Don’t want you passing out on me.” you teased, and red flooded his face once more.

“Shut up.” he muttered under his breath, but he took a seat on the end of your bed anyway.

You situated yourself back in front of him, “Now, sit back and relax, princess.”

“Y/N, I swear to God-”

He cut himself off with a choked moan as soon as your lips wrapped around his tip. You slowly took him in further, Vernon’s hands desperately fisting the sheets as he panted out above you.

“Fuck fuck fuck.”

You kept going until you felt his cock reach the back of your throat.

“Oh my God, your mouth.”

You swallowed around him, and his head tipped back as he cried out. He really looked stunning from this angle. His eyes were fluttering as his chest heaved up and down, and the veins in his neck strained beautifully against his skin.

The obscene noise of you bobbing your head up and down his length filled up the space of your bedroom. Your hands dug into his thighs as you started going faster. You felt the weight of Vernon’s hand on your head, and barely had time to process before he was shoving you all the way down his cock and making you choke around him. He released you just as quickly, “Fuck, sorry! You just feel so fucking good. I got carried away for a second.”

Your only response was to reach for his hand and place it back atop your head. If he wanted to take control, then that was exactly what you wanted him to do. You honestly found it so fucking hot when he did.

Your throat constricted around him yet again, and his hips jerked against your mouth. His fingers were tangling into your hair a moment later and pulling hard at the strands as he pushed his cock down your throat again. You moaned with him still in your mouth, and the vibration had his nails scraping against your scalp as he groaned sweetly above you. He started fucking your mouth at his own pace, using his hold on your head to keep you still.

“Just like that, princess. Shit.”

Tears were starting to build in your eyes as you spluttered and choked on him again and again. But the gorgeous whines and whimpers leaving his mouth made it all so fucking worth it.

“Fuck. Can I come in your mouth, princess? You’re getting me so close.”

You gave a small nod of your head, and felt the tears start to slide down your cheeks. Vernon’s thrusts were starting to lose their rhythm as his cries grew louder.

“Shit, you feel…so good. I’m not…gonna last.”

Your head had just started to feel a little hazy, when you felt him jerk inside your mouth before shooting his release down your throat. You made sure to swallow it all before pulling off him to get some much needed oxygen back into your lungs.

“Holy fucking shit.” Vernon rasped out, “Well, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You beamed proudly at him from your spot on the floor, still trying to catch your breath.

“So…I would say our friendship is sufficiently ruined.” he added, chuckling slightly.

“Oh yeah, absolutely. Wanna go get some dumplings?” you proposed as you carefully got to your feet.

Vernon just stared at you for several seconds.

“What? I’m fucking starving.”

More staring.

“You’re gonna chase me around the house again aren’t you?”

“I’ll give you a real head start this time.” Vernon finally spoke up.

“Oh wow, that’s really considerate of you.”

He smiled, “Yeah, I know.”

Despite his “threat”, you had a feeling neither of you would be leaving your room for quite some time. There was plenty more friendship ruining to do, and something told you this was just the beginning of a much bigger domino effect.

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