#maybe write ff with that

[viridislumine]

Ninjago Dragons Rising theory!

Sourse dragon talked about this "cycle".

"Maybe we meet again at the end of this cycle"

Cycle can mean some kind of loop. That all of that already happen. Time loops aren't really new trop but i think it can be interesting and as I saw today someone talking about that Lloyd maybe will die at the end od Dragon Rising I just come up with another thing.

The end will be "end of this cycle". It will be the event that is reason of this cycle, being their end, marking it reset and starting new one.

It can be also that somehow the cycle will be broken, but I actually think not breaking it can be interesting but it's up to discussion.

Co now, what is "center" of loop?

I think the center is Lloyd. We saw his vision after first encounter with Source Dragon. The graveyard with ninja masks and sand. Sand is really made me think of destruction, the battles and this post-apo climaxes. I don't think we should take this scene as realism more like symbolism. All ninja will fall and world will become wilderness.

He showed him the moment where cycle is restored. Lloyd alone is quite powerful being Green Ninja and being able to connect with Golden Power (real power never really fade right?) And now we see he is able to use power led by source dragon. What we can assume isn't normal as he sayed it couldn't "change him forever".

So, this end is Lloyd seeing his family falling, (they don't need to die but he think that), and with his own power, creation and destruction, and energy of source Dragon recreate world to be again with his family. To spend time with them again, to not lose them. He kinda become the most powerful being.

It may be a little too much but it could also be why the other realm Merge with Ninjago specifically. Because there is the center of the loop, Lloyd. It all come back to him, and maybe some plan of FSM? Maybe he setup for something to happen but it back fire and left all realms in infinite time loop of creation and destruction?

Actually it would also fall with whole deal about creation and destruction because it would mean the world is destroyed to be create yet again.

I know It may be and most probably isn't the case. But I just wanted to share that. What do you think? I would love something like this to happen! (If not there are always fanfics....)

[foldingfittedsheets]

One day a few years ago I decided to go for a walk. My betrothed was hanging with a friend who was over and neither wanted to head out so I shrugged and went alone.

My neighborhood is exceedingly safe, there’s a little school right down the street and I’ve never had a worry. It was getting closer to dusk but there was still plenty of summer sunlight laying around.

The route I picked was a circuit, it ends in a cul de sac and spins me back homeward. Along the way is a small manicured loop around some grass. It’s surrounded by trees and shrubberies. There’s a little play place and it’s popular to bring dogs and kids while not technically counting as a park.

As I came up on the loop I saw a young man jogging the circle and no one else. He looked to be about late teens to early twenties. I didn’t think anything of it, it’s a popular place to walk.

But when he spotted me coming he froze. He moved off the trail. I was still a ways off so it seemed oddly preemptive. Then to my surprise he went even further to move back into the bushes.

I hastily took off a headphone so I could listen to my surroundings and texted my betrothed and friend to be like, “Hey, here’s where I am on my walk and there’s some kid making me nervous.”

I aborted my trip on the loop since I would have had to pass by his patch of bushes, and continued down the main sidewalk. To my alarm I saw him moving closer through the bushes and I sped up to clear his hiding spot before he intersected with me. I had one glimpse of his blank staring face from his hiding spot before I was safely passed.

I immediately called my betrothed to be like, “There’s some Bush Boy making me nervous, stay on the phone!” I finished the circuit and had to head back the way I’d come from. My betrothed asked if they should come get me but I was feeling a little silly so I said no. I was jumpy on the walk back but didn’t see him again.

It’s possible that he was just a weird kid but it spooked me. Now my betrothed and I will call someone a Bush Boy if they’re behaving like a creep or we have reason to suspect they’re up to something.

“So-and-so is being a real Bush Boy,” is a common phrase for us. I’ve never seen him again.

[obstinaterixatrix]

here are all the recs I posted for femslash february 2024...! each individual rec post can be found in my femslash feb recs tag. I actually thought I wasn't going to be able to do this because work got super chaotic, but in the end I couldn't bear to skip out on a leap year. that's a whole extra day for yuri.

last year I focused on official releases, so this year I wanted to focus on series that aren't technically officially available (plus a french-japanese film). fan translations are always a dicey for artists/translators/publishers/etc because obviously they need to get paid... but yuri's already such an overlooked genre that—in an official capacity—we end up with a couple drops from what's already a pretty small pool. I read hana to hoshi about a decade ago, and I keep submitting it to the seven seas survey for licensure! and yet!! no dice. and even when there are official releases, sometimes they just... disappear!? wish you were gone was licensed and then taken down, so for a while the only way to read it (if you missed out on buying it) was the fan translation. I think it's important to support artists and official releases, and also, to appreciate the thankless endeavor(/crime) of scanlation.

hope yall find something you like!

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 19

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There’s a couple things about FF that might be good to know at this point.

1. There are few things in the world he hates doing more than asking for clarification or admitting he doesn’t understand / know something. The thought of going up to someone and admitting that he hasn’t perfectly comprehended the situation upon the first explanation is something makes his stomach twist like he’d just eaten Mango-Habanero ice cream.

He has figured out his own math theorems in the pursuit of not having to ask the math teacher to explain he doesn’t understand. He got lost in an Ikea once for over 6 grueling hours where he considered making a home there and living among the display rooms until his grandma grabbed him by the ear and dragged him to safety (the food court) and let him regain his strength (eat Swedish meatballs). He, to this day, is not sure about one of his foreign language friend’s names (how embarrassing he just keeps waiting for someone else to say it but they go by some insane nickname).

So he has become a master of piecing shit together on his own. He sometimes gets it wrong (Andrew, god how embarrassing) but for the most part 8 times out of 10 he can get to the right answer if he just has a couple pieces to work with. No one had ever actually explained to him how Exy works and he was too embarrassed to ask after the third week of practice in middle school so he just pieced together what he was and was not allowed to do through the art of trial and error. He’s even mostly pieced out the rules for the other positions.

So with the information he has gotten through people being bound and determined to talk in foreign languages in front of him he has an idea about the tenuous situation some of the older Foxes find themselves in.

He’s heard Kevin Day and Jean Moreau talk in French.

He’s heard that the anxiety in both of their voices as they talked about their futures and owing 80% of their salaries to the ‘Moriyamas’ and how nervous they were about getting on professional teams or else they’d be killed.

Captain Neil and Andrew are not always using Russian to talk dirty.

He’s heard Andrew soothe Captain Neil’s worries about playing for a professional team. He’s heard Captain Neil mention that at least ‘Ichirou’ would likely just kill him and not make a game out of it like his father did.

Organized Crime might have more to do with Exy than FF had originally thought.

(He had thought it. Plenty of times he had thought it but his Gran had warned him that he was overthinking things. That he wasn’t playing a sport invented by the Mafia. That he had caffeinated coffee instead of decaf. “It’s going to be okay sweetie. Just take a deep breath.”)

This leads into the second thing you should know at this point.

2.  Before he had signed with Wymack he had known the broad strokes of Captain Neil’s life. There had been a lot of news articles about it and Gran (bless her) loved trashy gossip magazines.

After he had signed with the Foxes he had done a bit of a deep dive on as many of their controversies as he could find. There’d been things from brawls on the court (worrying), player overdoses (concerning), a straight up MURDER (Oh god), and the very public breaking of the King of Exy’s arm resulting in his suicide (Warranted, that wacko was going to take off Captain Neil’s HEAD.)

But the thing that had made him actually a little bit, dare he admit, excited to go to Palmetto was the fact that Captain Neil was there.

For someone who froze for almost a decade, who just took it and didn’t have the balls to even react? Neil Josten is an inspiration.

This is someone who got away, who lived a life completely unlike FF’s, someone who knew how to run and more impressively someone who learned how to FIGHT. Captain Neil was being hunted but he still ripped people to shreds in interviews. Captain Neil was probably more scared of the Butcher than FF had been of anything in his entire life but Captain Neil was way braver than FF could ever hope to be.

Captain Neil was taken and tortured but he still fought. FF had seen the scars and Captain Neil is right to wear them proudly (though based on some conversations he has unfortunately overheard he is sure Andrew may have a role in Neil’s positive feelings about them).

FF had thought that he was being lead to his death down in a basement of a club (Don’t cringe. Don’t cringe. Don’t cringe. Don’t-) and he just trailed right behind the two of them without even an illusion of a fight.

Neil Abram Josten was a bit of a personal hero.

He’s proud to call him Captain Neil. He wishes Andrew hadn’t been there when Greg had mentioned wanting autographs because FF wants an autograph from Captain Neil but now Andrew has probably mentioned it to Neil.

Long story short, FF had looked into a lot of details on Captain Neil’s case.

Including two of the Butcher’s top men who were still on the loose.

Romero Malcolm and Jackson Plank.

He keeps his presence low but no matter how many times he blinks the man grumbling in Italian next to him continues to be Romero Malcolm.

Moreover Romero Malcolm continues to grumble about the fact that he is having a hard time finding ‘Nathaniel’ and that he’ll have to grab one of ‘The Wesninski brat’s friends’ to draw him out.

FF is a recently confirmed friend of Captain Neil.

FF who is standing next to this man, with his dick out, and trying to remain as invisible as possible.

After two shakes (Yes he was watching but only because he had to! He wonders briefly if he goes to the FBI if they would accept a description of Romero Malcolm’s penis for the wanted poster? Probably not but it is BURNED into his retinas.)

He watches as Romero tucks, zips, and then bypasses the sink entirely.

FF shivers at how unhygienic that is. Who RAISED him?

The door shuts and FF needs to get out of here ASAP but his hands are shaking with the sudden adrenaline of ’One of the FBI’s Most Wanted just took a piss next to me and is looking for me friend’. He pulls his phone from his pocket and ducks into one of the stalls. Even if there’s no door it’ll at least FEEL a little safer, a little more private. He needs to warn Neil, Warn Andrew, and warn-

The door to the bathroom SLAMS open and music blares in (palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy-) and his phone slips out of his hands and into the toilet. There are footsteps coming towards him and FF digs deep.

He’s in ultra stealth mode. He is the wall behind the wallpaper. Mantis shrimp can only dream of the color he becomes, the United States military have the CIA on the look out for him because he’s fallen off all conventional forms of radar and tracking.

He is a bargain fruit platter on a dessert table at a kid’s birthday party.

He is ULTRA stealth.

Romero’s gaze glides over him.

Then the man leaves (STILL DID NOT WASH HIS HANDS).

His heart is hammering in his chest but he manages to reach down and grab his phone. Well, Coach Wymack had gotten the extended warranty at least. (“Do you know what these fuckers do to phones? Josten crushed his last year in a fight with the Baseball team captain.”)

His phone’s extended dip into the toilet water had not done it any favors in working properly.

Well fuck.

He wipes his phone down the best he can. He wipes his phone down with some toilet paper before cramming it into his pocket (Sorry Nicky, he’ll wash the toilet water pants if they survive).

He sees a flyer on the wall of the bathroom and starts to think of a plan.

He rushes out of the bathroom (he still washes his hands because he will not have something in common with a man on the FBI’s most wanted list and he just dipped his hand into a CLUB TOILET) and clocks Nicky’s wild arm movements and WORSE clocks Romero just 10 clubbers away.

He sees Romero’s eyes lock onto Nicky and a smile that terrifies him.

He’s out of Ultra Stealth Mode even if every atom in his body wants to run.

He is so stressed and panicked that he has gone beyond his body’s ability to process that so all that is left is determination. He’s got a head full of a half-baked plan, a hand going to his pocket, a second hand on the only ‘weapon’ he has on him, and a stomach full of acid.

He’s pulling his phone out of his pocket before he can really let himself think about it and walking up next to where Romero is standing. He holds his toilet water phone up to his ear and does the one weird social anxiety thing that he had never done before.

He pretends to be on a phone call.

“Hey Captain Neil,” he says and in the corner of his eye he can see Romero’s gaze shift from Nicky (surrounded by an adoring public, covered in sweat and therefore difficult to grab - a difficult target) to himself (alone, shorter, and probably looking like he’s about to pass out). “Yeah I think I’m going to take a break outside after I grab quick drink and then a water at the bar.” He says because he has to be the easier target and he has to go to the bar. “Yeah, yeah, okay I’ll mention it to that bartender guy.” He says and pretends to hang up.

He turns and he walks towards the bar and feels his pulse in his throat go to the beat of the music (success is my only motherfucking option, failure’s not).

He only knows about the alley because in the car ride to Sweetie’s Nicky had mentioned that he wouldn’t let FF’s first time be out there. He had been embarrassed but it was the only way he knew to get Romero out of the club and away from where he could hurt Captain Neil or anyone else in the pursuit of that.

He spots the bartender who had gotten the drinks for their table and his mind completely blanks on the name but the bartender sees him and smiles. “Oh you’re Neil and Andrew’s new friend! What can I help you with? I thought you were-“

“Hi, yes I am Captain Neil and Andrew’s friend.” He says a little loudly because he can feel Romero behind him and he does NOT want the man to know anything about where Captain Neil was.

“Captain Neil? Oh wow that’s adorable.” The man gushes. “What can I help you with? I won’t ask for ID for one of their friends.” He winks.

“I’d like to order the uh…” he tries to remember the exact drink name from the flyer, “…the deluxe chocolate martini?” He asks and knows he got it right when the bartender’s expression shifts ever so slightly.

“Oh yeah, how do Andrew and Neil feel about that?” He asks and oh great a coded conversation. It’s nice to actually be having a real one of these for once instead of just perceiving normal conversations to have hidden meanings.

“They don’t know. They probably prefer that I order it instead of Nicky or Aaron.” He lets his eyes dart to the wide where he believes Romero is watching him.

“I don’t know if that’s true.” The bartender says, “Nicky knows how to handle a drink and Aaron’s not a lightweight either.” He adds.

FF struggles to find a coded way to say ‘It’s not that someone’s hitting on me too hard like the flyer mentioned. It’s that there’s a mafia hitman in your club.’

Finally after a moment, “It’s not the usual kind of drink they get.” He tries and the bartender looks confused by the statement, dammit. He struggles to find a different way to say it before the bartender smiles.

“Y’know you’re really cute.” He reaches under the bar top and grabs a piece of paper and a pen. “How about you write down your number for me cutie? We can meet up sometime.” He says. “I’ll get started on that chocolate martini for you.” He says.

HE COULD KISS THIS MAN.

“I’d like that.” He says.

He writes out a quick message on the small note paper.

‘Armed. After Neil. Looked at Nicky. I’m going to the back alley. Phone is dead.’

The bartender comes back and looks at his note. “We’re out of chocolate martini mix, can I get you something-“ He hopes the club lighting obscures how pale the man got, “something else?” He asks and FF can SEE his pulse.

“Can I just get some water then?” He asks.

The bartender nods and pulls up his phone and hopefully is dialing the police and hands FF a water. His hand grabs hold of FF’s “You don’t need to go out into the alley. You could hang in the backroom with me?” He offers.

There really are some kind people in the world.

“I think it’s better if I’m not in here for a bit.” He says back and honestly he needs this kindness and he has a spare bit of courage, “What’s your name by the way? Sorry I missed it.” He says.

The bartender swallows, “It’s Roland.” He says.

“Thanks Roland.” He twists the cap off of the water bottle and takes a sip.

He turns and pretends not to notice how Romero is trying to be inconspicuous pretending to be on his phone.

He makes his way over to the alley door and notices that Romero is tracking his movements but is not following him like he did to the bar.

His heart is pounding and he can’t BELIEVE he’s doing this. He wants to run, wants to hide somewhere, wants to become imperceptible but…but…

He opens the door to the alley as the bass of the remixed song finishes.

(You can do anything you set your mind to, man)

He lets the door slam behind him and he is alone in the alley.

He was not expecting a van to come to a screeching halt in front of the entrance and for a different face to appear climbing out of the car.

Jackson Plank.

FF looks at the ugly smile on the man as he walks towards him with a knife in hand.

Okay now what genius?

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

NEXT

5/26/23: EDITED. Can’t believe I forgot to put the Captain in front of Neil’s name on the meme. I’m blaming the accidental early awakening.

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[cocrante]

What if—

After the event in Sumeru, Kaveh decided, somewhat regretfully, to leave for a while to study other things, to explore other places, and "a month" turned into months and then a year.

In the meantime, he sent letters to al-Haitham. All beautiful, all energetic, sometimes a bit melancholic— accompanied by many lovely drawings of the things he saw: statues, exotic flowers, animals.

But he never told him about the dangers he sometimes encountered; often it was a peaceful journey, other times a bit less so.

He knew Haitham was worried about him, but he didn't want to make him even more anxious. But when his return was imminent ~♡ in his last letter, he had written to wait for him, he couldn't wait to be back in his arms.

[what-the-dark-has-foretold]

Modern AU Tenko

He's just so pretty and introverted, and you actually manage to befriend him!!!! And after months of rambling to him and him getting used to you - one day he can't help but reach out to cup those soft and tantalising boobs of yours. And the moment you give him the soft go...he stumbles to his bedroom, pushes you to the bed, takes of you clothes. Starts to finger your pretty pussy and as he leans in with his mouth, you softly ask him to kiss you first. So he kisses you clit 🥺 a laugh escapes you saying you meant on your lips and he just dives into your pussy to eat you out

It feels like literal hours pass with him lapping at your pussy. He makes you cum until you are a twitching and crying mess, only broken whimpers of his name leaving your glossy lips (also, the first time you cum his head shoots up and one of his arms moves to make sure you don't move your head away from him).

Finally, he has mercy, crawling up your body, his legs in between your still twitching one's. Stares at you with his mouth slightly agape. Carresses your cheek with his fingers still drenched in your essence before grabbing your chin and kissing you. And it's just so messy. His mouth still half open, exchanging spit and his hips start to ground against yours. He has cum so many times already to the sound of your moans and the taste of your pussy. But he needs it one more time. And when his trousers grind against your clit just right and you cum again with a choked scream, so does he with a guttoral groan against your lips.

His arms slacken, strength leaving his body, but he wants to keep kissing you. And so he tugs you with him as he let's himself fall to the side, carressing your skin as his lips unrelentingly move against yours. He doesn't care that you fall asleep at some point. He's still kissing you when you wake up. He doesn't care that everything is messy and wet and sticky. You're so pretty like this in his arms he can't let you go just yet 🥺

[hereliesbou]

I AM GOING TO INFO DUMP ABOUT MY LATEST TWOMP AU AND YOU CAN EITHER JOIN ME IN MY FANDOM INDUCED DELIRIUM OR IGNORE ME LIKE AN ANNOYING STREET PREACHER.

I suffer from, "i like to put my guys in any and all kinds of situations" syndrome. It's chronic.

Anyway: The Harbinger AU (is what im calling it for now) I started thinking about this au today on my walk, so don't expect a complete idea. Just stuff I need to scream about. 😭 Anyway, the au- it's like this gloomy, apocalyptic, four horseman inspired type of deal, where Argos, Mr. Plant, Mr. Flower and even Thorn (he's a part of all of my au's and has been for quite some time now and im not sorry, i'm very attached to him) are all these beacons of death and destruction and the sole reason for their existence is to bring an end to all life. But they don't know it. Not right away at least, and it takes them a long time to put all the pieces together cause that would be one hell of a conclusion to come to right away. All they know is, for as long as they can remember, strange and awful things happen all around them all of the time. They are like conduits for bad luck, just spreading it like a disease to everyone around them at all times and they've always been helpless to stop it. The bad shit they cause for people starts out small and always out of their control. Family members experiencing financial crisis, friends always getting hurt or in trouble around them, people losing things. But the longer people spend around them, the more the misfortune snowballs until it rolls up into a tragedy. "School bus driver passes out at the wheel, collision with oncoming train. Students on board and no survivors." "Local high school evacuated due to dangerous chlorine related incident. Swim team in critical condition." "Small town man kills entire family, leaves cryptic message on living room wall and commits suicide." Etc. And the older they get, the worse the incidents become. They start to effect things on a grander scale and start to realize they can do things people shouldn't be able to do. Manipulate people and the world around them in unnatural ways, like a maestro guiding their orchestra. And at first they try to use this to help people around them, to try to prevent tragedy from striking, but it never seems to work. Always the same outcome. Misfortune after misfortune, followed by some horrible disaster, like fate was sending a message. Trying to let them know. I should clarify also, that all four of them, Argos, Mr. Plant, Thorn, Mr. Flower, experience all of this alone up to a point and only find each other a little later on in life, with some slight exceptions. I like to think Mr. Flower and Mr. Plant find each other in the midst of one of the many disasters they cause. Some kind of trauma bonding perhaps, and they slowly begin to realize that one does not effect the other the same way they effect everyone else. They are immune to each other. And so they remain together. And of course Argos comes in similarly to cannon, absolutely obsessing over Mr. Plant. He's still captivated by the man but I also think he's drawn to him for similar reasons to Mr. Flower and Mr. Plant. He is different. He is unbothered. he is safe. They both are. In fact, I think they're all drawn to each other. Even Thorn blows into the area coincidentally and stumbles on these guys, fully expecting to make trouble for them, but it never comes. And how curious that is. I'd like to think that the four of them are meant to destroy the world together, and that the everyone would be much safer if all of them never found each other but again, they don't know that. What they do know, is that they're finding people who they can't hurt just by being around. For once, they're finding people who won't resent them for their presence and the dread filled pall that hangs over them. And as they cling to one another and learn more about the other, they realize they're all experiencing the exact same thing, and so they all set out to find out if there's a way to stop it, thereby officially and unknowingly, setting in motion the end of all things. This is all I have so far since i just started chewing on this idea today. But i've half wondered about what kind of outcome this would actually end in.

Will there be an end to all things? Or will there be some kind of happy ending? I dunno. I love happy endings as much as I love tragic ones, and as much as I love thinking about the four of them being able to continue on with their lives normally instead of having to worry about stuff, I also daydream about an outcome where they learn their roles and just hang their heads and accept it, thereby becoming active participants in the end of the world. At least they'll die together. I feel like this is one of those au's where you could just easily replace the character's with all original ones lmaoooo. I have a few of those types of stories, but I'm way too attached to these guys to do it. orz Besides, i don't have it in me to make something out of this anyway, so it'll stay in my head until i'm hit with enough energy to do more than just daydream about it.

Some other fun ideas I've played around with for this au include:

Abilities based on their insecurities. I have this other au i've been obsessing over since I joined the twomp fandom, which was like... July sometime? Last year. And we're a few months away from my 1 year anniversary, yay!!!

Anyway, obviously my main focus for that au is Mr. Plant and Argos, but also Mr. Flower and Thorn are also central to the whole thing, and a huge part of the focus for that au is everyone's relationship with each other and the shit they deal with.

In short, the four of them work thru things together and it's messy and it's angsty, and there's drama and distrust and betrayal and murder, etc. etc. you get the picture. I've kind of taken those ideas about them and transferred some of them them over to this au.

Point is, each of them struggle with a lot of things, but there's always one main thing that's like the eye of the storm. The cause of everything else wrong with each of them.

For Mr. Plant it's his dislike of people. It's more of a distrust in the au. Distrust of others, distrust in himself to be able to be around others. So he just avoids. Stays where he can't be seen and bothered until he absolutely has to be somewhere.

And so when things go from bad to worse and Mr. Plant starts to develop unnatural abilities, they feed off of his need to stay in the dark. To stay out of sight.

Like being able to fuck with electricity and even your vision. He can also teleport a little bit. But like- you know the first twomp episode where the narrator is like, "Sometimes Mr. Plants like to be watched, likes to be seen and sometimes he doesn't" (paraphrasing) and he like jumps from the bed to be directly in front of the camera? More like that.

Thorn is similar in that his abilities are meant to conceal in a way. His problem is that he feels he can't measure up. He's got standards set for himself that are far too high, and they're all based on expectations set on him. But he's too proud to admit when he needs help, so he puts on an act all the time. Boastful and loud and always grinning. And always making promises he can't keep.

He's all smoke and mirrors, and so smoke becomes his weapon. The cloud of illusion and confusion. His cigarette smoke will leave your head spinning and unable to tell up from down or if what you're seeing is real or not.

Poor Argos has abandonment issues, everyone around him dying or running away from him. He is unlovable and everyone tells him so in some fashion or another. So he clings to people, obsesses, watches them, learns who they are and what they want and molds himself into their preferred person.

He's become so good at watching and learning and discerning that he can manifest all of one's deepest secrets and desires into a third eye on his subject's forehead, and all he has to do is look into it and everything is laid bare for him.

The downside is that this often leaves the subject in a ruined state of mind, hysteria, severe paranoia, stuff like that.

Mr. Flower's is a very special one, and one that doesn't get used often.

He doesn't like it.

I've always imagined Mr. Flower as the straight man of the group in any au. Always the voice of reason, always trying to make violence a last resort. So i felt this ability he has would be absolutely fun to give him.

I imagine that everyone here- Argos, Mr. Plant, Thorn and Mr. Flower, would eventually come to have issues with other people in some way, given the situation they're in. They've lived a lonely existence up until they found each other. Scared to hurt people, scared to be ostracized, wanting to belong but not wanting to cause problems. Maybe it's caused them to eventually give up on others. Maybe even push people away.

I imagine Mr. Flower being the worst offender for that type of behaviour. To the point where's he's driven someone close to him to commit suicide. And it's always hung over him, always haunted him, always weighed on his mind. For Mr. Flower, it was somehow the worst thing he's ever done to someone despite all the bad luck he's given people, because this felt like the one thing that didn't have to happen.

At least with the bad luck, all that had been completely out of his control. But the suicide... The suicide was directly his fault. All the ways he'd hurt that person, the things he'd done and the words he'd said to them. Until it was too much and then they were gone.

And so i've given Mr. Flower the ability to force people to kill themselves just by speaking it. But the kicker is, he has to know their biggest insecurity to do it. But once he has it, their life is in his hands.

And he hates it.

The way I've always interpreted Mr. Flower is being this tired and high strung kind of guy. He seems rough around the edges, but he's not mean. He's actually very kind and gentle but he can be a bit naggy. He's a worry wort. He and Argos have a lot of similarities in my au's, with the difference being that Argos struggles with overwhelming violent emotions when sufficiently pushed and Mr. Flower does not.

Among other things.

ANYWAY

I like the idea of each of their issues and abilities somehow resembling and/or complimenting one another to further drive home how intertwined they all are. Four separate fates bound together.

Or some silly thing like that.

Anyway, this last part is not set in stone. I'm just babbling. But it's a fun idea even if it gets scrapped later. But if you made it this far then... uh... would you like a pepsi?

[valyrfia]

HAND OVER THE FF LESTAPPEN

alright, check it out

Charles blames the Instagram algorithm, when one day she’s scrolling aimlessly only to come across pictures of Max Verstappen in a bikini. 

Max lounging on her stomach across a sunbed under the European sun next to a cerulean sea, the band of her dark blue bikini riding up, sitting snug across her muscular shoulders peppered with moles and the unmistakable shape of a fading wine-coloured mark high up on the curve of her shoulder that makes something in Charles's throat curdle and sets something strange and deep in her core alight.

She sends it to Pierre immediately, because of course she does. 

Charles Look at this shit. She probably called the paps on herself. 

And that’s the odd feeling deep in her stomach, it’s anger, the fact that Max can be snapped near naked on a strange foreign beach without consequence and Charles has to be careful that the knee-length skirt she wears on errands in Monaco doesn’t get blown up, lest she gets another embarrassing lecture from Mattia on her public image. Be careful Charletta, he would say, Santina is a better nickname than Puttana. Puttana, a fitting word to describe Max’s recent endeavours, really. Charles’s socials have been pushing her the pictures all week. Max outside bars, hanging onto tall men who make more in a year than Charles would care to mention, their young pretty wives off to the side with them, seemingly resigned to the fate of what’s happening. After all, who could compete with Max Verstappen, champion of the world?

[aicedcoffeeandtea]

you said you would write more Cheerleader!Abby x Flyer Cheerleader!Reader so when is it coming out?

i promise you stuff like this will make me discontinue writing it at all if you’re going to demand me to write it. i have a life off tumblr and the internet as well and i highly advise you to do the same and go get some hobbies and bitches irl or smth so that you’re not twitching and foaming at the mouth every second waiting for a random fic writer on tumblr to continue a fic series

[bluehwale]

not what i wanted, but what we need | c.s.

summary. are breakups usually this hard? you don't know the answer to that – choi san is your first love and your first ever heartbreak.

pairing. idol! san x trainee! reader

word count. 1k ish

genre. don't be fooled by the header because this is ANGST (my fave genre <3 don't ask <3), established relationship! breakup! that's it. just angst. san cried. you cried. yeah.,, i wrote this while listening to day6's so let's love so it'd probably heighten your reading experience if you listen to it as well

note. this is my first ever writing since i was 13 so pls ! lower ! your ! expectations ! i wrote this in one sitting and it's like three am so forgive me if you notice any grammatical errors,,,, ily, hope u enjoy!! (psssst btw,, my asks are open for just about anything rlly)

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"Don't say that."

"_____, listen to me," San pleads, desperately clinging onto his hold on your wrists that you're struggling to escape from, frantically shaking your head over what he just said. "Please. Listen to me."

If his previous statement didn't already painfully clutch at your chest, the sight in front of you definitely would. It's a rare occurence to see the boy cry – not because he lacks the emotional bandwidth to do so, but because he strives to always be the source of joy for others around him. Seeing him strain himself to not let the gathered tears on his waterline fall forces the lump in your throat to grow in size, lodging a sick feeling in your chest that worsens the shortness of your breath. Still, you won't, can't, let him go without putting up a fight. "I won't hear you. You don't mean that."

You don't even notice the tears that slipped out your eyes until San shifts to place his thumbs on each side of your cheek to wipe them away. The corner of his lips curl into a shaky smile as his pupils trace over every detail of your face, as if this would be the last time he gets to see you.

"We both know this day would come," he softly starts, gently brushing his thumb back and forth in hopes of comforting you. Much to your distaste, your body instinctively reacts as it always does to his touch; calming down your rapid breaths to a slower pace. "We're not supposed to last and you know that."

There's a crack to his voice as he said it, as if he himself understood perfectly the implication of his words but refuses to let the fact that it's happening right now sink in. His head tilts to the side as he brings his hand to caress the underside of your face and pull you closer to him. His smile morphs into a crushed expression at a closer look of your face, the realization that he'll probably never get used to the absence of you and your warmth causing a tick to his jaw.

"But I love you," you say, hoping the three words reign enough as a reason to make him stay. You edge closer to him, feeling your hands inch to wrap underneath his arm and rest your head against his chest, memorizing the thrum of his heartbeat.

"I love you," you repeat.

"So do I. So do I, angel. I love you so much, you have no idea." San cradles the back of your head to his chest, placing his chin atop your head, letting your bodies bask in each other's embrace.

"But we know we'll get tired of this. The hiding, the distance, the waiting," he continues. "We could barely keep up with video calls and texts while I'm away, and with your upcoming debut, we'll barely have any time for that."

As much as you hate to admit it, he's right. Ever since his debut a couple months ago, you barely see each other due to his busy schedule and him flying overseas. You can see through the exhaustion he tries to hide in video calls when he forces himself to stay awake just to see you. You're so unimaginably happy for him to finally achieve his dream of debuting, but a selfish part of you hates it for taking him away from you.

But you get it. You understand. You have the same dream as his after all.

You peer up at him, your teary eyes unblinking while you drink in his soft eyes and prominent dimples as he flashes you a small smile. The silence tells him that you agree to what he said, as much as it pains you.

"So this is it then?" you whisper, grasping the back of his shirt tightly, in fear of eventually having to let it go. To let him go.

"We'll still be there for each other," San rasps, a choked out sound that barely escapes his throat. He's trying his hardest to hold back his tears and puts up a show of maintaining the smile on his face that you know is for your sake. To show you that everything is going to be alright. That, maybe, just as this relationship isn't meant to last, then this break wouldn't last either. "I'll always be there for you. Whenever you need me. I'm here."

This is goodbye.

You feel yourself losing your composure again at his words, your features strained and breathing ragged. A choked laugh erupts from you as you sniffle, using the underside of your wrist to wipe away at your eyes and backing away from his hold. "San, you're making me cry harder."

San internally frowns at the removal of your body from being molded against his, but lets out a chortle at your remark for the sake of maintaining a semblance of normalcy. "Sorry for that."

You look at the man in front of you, the only man you've ever known to love. You don't think you'll ever stop loving him.

"I'll always love you," San wins the unspoken race of saying it first, provoking you to playfully roll your still teary eyes at him which he smiles at. "I'll bring you everywhere with me, right here." he grasps at the left side of his chest – at his heart. "You'll always have a place in me."

"You're everything to me," he breathes.

"You are to me too," you mutter softly. You then jokingly bring your fist to punch at his upper arm, eliciting a dramatized groan from him. "Don't forget about me now that you're famous."

Translation: I'll always love you too.

His curled eyes remain hollow even though he showcases a wide grin at your teasing and its underlying meaning, his dimples carving deeper into his skin. He's back to adopting the cheery persona he's used to, although he knows he'll never be the same. "Shut up, you know I'll always be your number one fan."

Translation: I'll wait for you. For us to happen again. Someday.

[pendinganchor]

Billy was sitting at the kitchen table— one hand being used to hold open the book he was skimming for the fifth time, the other trapped in a loose thumb war with Steve. He wasn’t sure what Steve was doing— but he started winning any time it distracted him. He wasn’t sure when he had stopped worrying about his father coming home— but he’d pay for that later.

Hushed whispers sounded in the doorway. Billy tensed for half a second before relaxing when he saw Max and El out the corner of his eye. Then he heard the all too familiar sound of Max’s polaroid camera going off.

“I bought that for you two months ago and I’m already regretting it,” Billy groaned, placing his bookmark— that was actually just an old receipt— into his book then letting it fall shut.

“Come on, Billy,” El teased. “You look pretty!”

“Well then, let’s see it.”

Max reached out with the photo in hand. Billy abandoned his thumb war with Steve to grab it— which caused Steve to realize other people were in the room with them. “See what?” he asked, using his now free hand to push up his glasses.

Billy looked at the photo— his face forming into a slight frown. “Why do I look like that?”

Max raised an eyebrow at him. “Happy?”

[cobaltfluff]

a meme because i am delusional

[starshcwer]

I just think tifa’s beautiful and sweet and everyone should love her

[jtl-fics]

Hiii 🩷 I haven't been on Tumblr in ages and I'm not up to date with the whole FF world, plus I'm still waiting for it to be on AO3 (if that still is the plan).. soooo do we know his name? Please tell me we know his name PLEASE WE, I, NEED THE NAME 😭😭😭😭😭

I mean I know his his name and I am in the midst of writing the Final draft of FF (it's why I stopped updating the draft since I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO END THIS DANG THING) but the name has not been revealed quite yet.

Currently we stand at: (REDACTED) Theodore Smith so we're 2/3!

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

hello! how are u doing? it's been a while! -🐣

Im good just uninspired and all yk?

[kianaflame23]

Dominance ☆ Final Fantasy XVI Clive Rosfield x f!reader N*FW

I'M SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO POST THIS!! I DO HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY CLIVE FANFIC!! It's my first time writing "this" fanfic so forgive me if you don't like it! Most likely ooc for Clive but yeah! Sorry for my grammar btw!!

THIS FANFIC IS 18+ SO NO MINORS ALLOWED HERE! I WILL BLOCK YOU IF YOU DON'T SHOW YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO!

Tagging: @theempressofdarkmagic @aria-lesage @virtuousluna @momowasdreaming @blueflame97 @ishgard @tea-r-re-z @eclentera @tharmr-barnabas

Let me know if you want to be tagged! ✨️

You and the group walked around the castle of Barnabas as Clive wanted to negotiate with him. He remembered seeing King Barnabas when he was 15 years old, small talk with him but that's it. Now, you are new to the group as you fought against Clive. Thinking to yourself that he wanted to kill you for your bounty money. Surprisingly, you were able to defeat him as Clive's knees were on the ground. Cursing to himself, he hears you coming closer and closer. However, you did something shocking and chaotic. You were in front of him and stretch your hand to him, smirking at him as you waited for him to grab your hand.

"That was a great fight! No one has ever fought me for so long! What's your name?" You spoked as you grinned, still waiting for him to say or anything.

He sighed as he gripped your hand tightly, your strength pulling him up rapidly. Clive looked even more shocked towards you, wondering how can you be so strong yet short (or current height) appearance.

*Sorry if you're aren't short! You can imagine however height you are here!*

"My name...is Clive Rosfield"

"Clive Rosfield? I see! My name is (Y/N)! Nice to meet you, Clive!"

Clive didn’t wish to continue talking to her but you attracted him somehow.

"Do you even know who am I?

"Huh? Nope! You will be my new friend! You can't say no to me though!" you leaned back as you laughed, Clive getting more confused.

"I'm going to joined your little group! Hope you don't mind!" you walked away from him, trying to talked with Jill and Cidolfus. Clive turned his head quickly as he began to walk.

"WAIT, WHO SAID YOU CAN JOIN US?!"

That's how you and the group met, traveling together and killing any creatures throughout the journey.

Back to the castle of Barnabas, the group and you stared at the huge front door which you guessed it's the entrance of the castle. As soon you were going to say something, the door opened and you saw Barnabas for the first time. You gasped, not sure if you are liking his handsome face or his well-built body. Barnabas looks at you and smiled, walked towards you as you stood there.

"Hello, my lady. Welcome to my kingdom! I hope you enjoy your stay in here" Barnabas spoked seductively to you, him holding your soft hand and places a kiss on the top of your hand. Not knowing the rage of Clive's blue eyes starting at Barnabas, wanting to kill him right there. He had to calm himself as he wants information from King Barnabas for his next journey...

Throughout the hours at the castle, Barnabas continued to talk with you, you were trying to answer as best as you can. You do find him attractive but you weren't interested with anyone. Unless if it was involved with Clive but you don't want to admit to yourself though.... You felt like he deserved someone better. Better than you and wishes for him to be happy....

Barnabas stopped his tracks and everyone looked at him with confusion. Barnabas turned to you slowly and smiled at you as he starts talking in front of everyone.

"(Y/N), forgive me for asking this but I want you to come with me. Staying in my room alo--" Barnabas couldn't finished his sentence as Clive yelled at him, not wanting to hear a word from Barnabas.

Clive rushed towards you with lust and anger in his eyes, taking you away from everyone as Jill and Cidolfus calling your names. Jealousy taking over him, trying to erase the image of Barnabas smirking and being with you. Clive definitely didn't like seeing you being Barnabas' queen at all....

The castle has too much rooms but luckily for Clive, he will use this advantage to claim you as his and no one can stop him. He only wants you and only you, he will not allow King Barnabas to take you away from him. Clive doesn't care if he'll start a war between him and Barnabas. He WILL have you no matter what. He'll show you true pleasure, wanting to start a family with you and breeding you all day or night...

When you're inside the room, you weren't able to say anything as Clive ripped your clothes apart and pushed you to the bed with force, you looked at him shocked.

"What the fuck, Clive? What's wrong with you??"

"I will NOT let Barnabas claim you, (Y/N)! You're mine and only MINE." he said to you darkly, not sure if you're getting turn on or not. Not wanting to admit that you feel yourself wet from his words...

You felt his rough fingers thrusting rapidly inside you, moaning a bit too loud for your liking. His thumb rubbing your clitoris harshly as you begged him to stop. Not listening to you, thrusting his fingers even more in you. Making you cum on his fingers as your eyes rolled back in pleasure, trying to calm yourself from your climax.

Clive moaned, tasting your sweet cum on his mouth and forcing you to taste yourself as he placed his fingers in your mouth. Feeling your tongue as you tried to move your tongue away from his fingers but couldn't. He pulled away his hands and began to take off his clothes. Feeling more aroused as you continued to see him with fear and excitement in your eyes.

"You think this is over, (Y/N)? Oh no. We are just getting started and you will be MINE. I will show you how much I LOVE you."

"Wait, Clive! If you want to use my body for stress relief, then I don't mi--"

"No, (Y/N)! You truly don't understand... Then, I have to show you how much I desire you and you will soon know how you make me go crazy for you!" he grunted as his thick, long cock appearing in front of you, pre-cum leaking a bit as you cover your mouth. Trying to control yourself as you want to taste him and suck on his cock...

As if he read your mind, he smirked at you and pushed himself closer to you, whispering your ear as you gasped

"It seems that you want to suck on my cock. I don't mind, (Y/N). I will be pleasuring your sweet pussy, then"

Before you can say anything to Clive, he pulled you up from the soft bed as he collapsed to the bed, you on top of him as you felt yourself blushing even more. Feeling his cock behind you as you sat on top of him.

"C-clive! What are you d--"

"I want you to use your mouth on my cock as I taste your cum while I suck your sweet pussy at the same time, (Y/N)! I want us to reach true pleasure together!"

Your eyes widened after Clive finished his speech, feeling yourself insecure of yourself. Knowing that you have to show your ass in front of him.... as you sucked his cock. You don't want to sit on him! It's too embarrassing and you would rather do something else than sitting Clive's face.

Clive feeling impatient, not wanting to wait any longer as he slapped your ass. Gaining a reaction from you and he growled at you as he speaks to you again.

"C'mon, I want you to sit on me. I don't care if you hurt me. I don't mind you going rough on me, (Y/N)!" Clive said to you with lust and frustration, making you gulped as you obeyed his command. Feeling yourself ashamed as you showed your ass fully to him. Clive groaned as he grabbed your ass tightly and began to lick your sweet flower. Making you moan even more loud, trying to calm your moans as you looked at his cock. Seeing his cock twitching, ready for you to touch and suck on it...

You licked your lips, leaning to Clive's cock and kissing his tip of his cock. Making him stop what he is doing and moaned as you began to suck on it, using your delicate hands to stroke his cock at the same time.

"Fuck! Your mouth feels so good! Don't stop, (Y/N)!"

You listened to him, sucking and stroking his thick cock faster. Feeling yourself getting closer to climax as you feel Clive’s roaming all around your pussy. Thrusting his tongue in and out of your gummy walls. It was too much for you, yet it was so good! You want to continue with this pleasure forever! Sadly, you couldn't hold yourself any longer. You're not the only one as Clive feels himself reaching to climax as well.

"SHIT! I'm gonna cum on you! Release your sweet juice on me, (Y/N)!

Hearing his words finally made you climax on him, giving him what he wants as Clive came on your mouth. Clive tasting your cum as he moaned loudly, trying not to lose conscious from your climax and his climax as well. He isn't ashamed of his loud moans. Clive wants you to know that YOU are the only one who can satisfy him. You felt yourself gagged a bit as you still feel him releasing more of his cum on your mouth and swallowing as much as you can. Feeling his cum dripping down on your breasts and breathing heavily as you calm down from your climax.

"T-that was so good... Are you satisfied, C-clive?" you stuttered as you pulled your ass away from Clive, sitting down next to his legs. Still feeling your legs shaking from your second climax.

Clive moved his body from the bed, pulling you closer to his chest as his bruising lips crashed on your lips, feeling his tongue touch yours and roaming everywhere as you moaned softly. You tapped his broad shoulder, signaling him that you want to breathe and Clive pulled away from you, both yours and clive's saliva connected to each other as it falls down. Making you feel wet again...

"No, I want to feel you. I want my cock inside you right now! You're making me lose myself, (Y/N)!"

"C-clive! I think we should re--"

You were interrupted as you felt Clive's hands pulled you down to the comfy bed, one of his hand gripping both of your hands above your head. Grabbing your leg around his waist as he growled in annoyance. Clive doesn't need to use both of your legs, knowing that you can't feel legs from your climax. You struggled to get out of tight grip, questioning yourself that you can easily your strength to get out of the room. Your body thinks differently though which sucks for you. However, you actually didn't mind it..... You're happy that his beast behavior shows that he wants you and only you...

'I guess I'll let him fuck me.... Maybe I can enjoy this....at least I'm not alone anymore...' you thought to yourself, waiting for him to begin.

"Fine, you c-can cum inside me. I'm not going to stop you. Promise me to never leave me, Clive..."

Clive looked you with such intense and lust before he closed his eyes, sighing as his hand grabbed your leg and placing it down softly. Surprising you even more as Clive moved closer to you and starts to kiss your neck, gropping your breast slowly as if he doesn't want to hurt you. Moaning as you feel his cock twitch between your sex. You blushed but decided to use your hips to grind on him, earning a soft moan from him. Letting go your arm as he groaned in pleasure, warning you to stop or he will go rough on you. You bit you lips, feeling your body in heat and liking the idea of him being dominant. Yes, you're enjoying this soft side of Clive, however, you do wonder how good it will feel. Him thrusting in and out of your sweet sex nonstop until you can only think of his name. Screaming and moaning his name all night....

"I want you to be serious here, Clive. I don't want you to just use my body for your own entertainment."

"(Y/N), I--"

"Please, let me finish talking"

Clive was about to say something but decides to listen to what you are going to say to him. Seeing his stoic yet handsome face looked at you with genuine fear in his blue eyes, thinking to himself that he messed up. Proving you that he only loves you and to be with you. He would rather stay away from anyone if he can't have you. Most likely not able to continue with his revenge journey.... You noticed that Clive looked away from you, feeling hurt that he can't change your mind. Pulling your hand to caresses his cheek, making him snap out of his negative thoughts. Clive immediately felt in ease and leaned your hand more, reminding you on how he react like Torgal whenever you are with him

'How cute' you thought to yourself again as you began to talk more.

"I hate the idea of being a single mother, taking care of my future children....so you better tell me now! D-do you love me...?"

"Of course, I do love you! You're the only one who understands me and always there for me even when I was too harsh on you!"

"Okay, good. Prove to me, Clive. Give me the best pleasure that I'll ever experience. I want to feel your cock in me now, my d-darling knight...my king..." you blushed more as you used your legs around his waist, trapping him as you felt your sweet cum spreading a bit to him.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard. The only thing you'll be screaming is my name, (Y/N)!"

You aren't sure if the jealousy and possessive is still taking over him but you don't mind it at all. You're already loving on how serious his face is and how he wants to give his lovely future wife the greatest pleasure ever. Ready to feel your sweet flower in his thick, long cock and releases his seed in you...

Clive pulled away from you for a few seconds before placing both of your ankles over his shoulders. Pinning your arms above your head again with his hand while Clive starts to stroke his cock as you grinned in excitement. His eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as his tip of his cock starts to rub between your gummy walls before inserting you fully without warning. Feeling yourself pulled back in pain yet ecstacy as you moaned.

"Eikons! Feel so damn good, my love!"

You feel his thick cock thrusting in and out of you roughly, moaning more loudly than you thought. Your breasts bounces with so much force. You don't care if your chest starts to feel pain. You're enjoying this immensely as you vowed to yourself that you will never leave Clive alone. No matter how dangerous the journey will lead to you and Clive. You'll stay and fight next to him until his vengeance ends. Then, you and Clive can be enjoying your peaceful life together. You hoped that no one will hear your passionate yet rough sex with Clive. You'll be so embarrassed if your group knows about it and starts to tease you after leaving the castle of Barnabas.... Especially King Barnabas.... however, you'll worry about it later. You want Clive to fill you up with his cum in your womb. Only him can do it. You'll beat up anyone who dares to touch you or your handsome knight of yours! You survived for so long without any help. Feeling your tears coming down from your eyes as you kept moaning more. Clive noticed your crying immediately as his hand shakily wiped away your tears, asking you if you want to stop and you rapidly shaked your head in disapproval.

"N-no! Keep going please, Clive! I am so grateful to have you as mine.This is just tears of happiness...."

"(Y/N)... I--"

"I want to feel your cum in me! Fill me up please, Clive!"

Hearing your words aroused Clive even more as his blue eyes turned to lust once again. Wanting to fuck you like an animal... Craving your body as Clive starts to give your neck some hickies while thrusting his cock deeply in you.

"Who's my good girl?!" Clive whispers your ear, feeling your ear burning as you felt his hot breath blew through your ear

"M-me..."

"I can't hear you, (Y/N). WHO'S MY GOOD GIRL?" Clive screamed to you, your eyes widened as your smiled gleefully to him or yourself. You don't care if you looked silly right now.

"I'M YOUR GOOD GIRL! ONLY YOURS, CLIVE~"

"That's right, my lovely wife. You're mine" he huskily said to you, still thrusting in and out your pussy, feeling your gummy walls squeezing his cock tightly. Both of you and Clive moaning and panting together.

"I'm gonna cum again, my darling husband~ Fill me up! Everything please!" you moaned as you blushed, shocked that you actually said it to Clive. Before you can say anything to him, his hand slowly pulled away from your wrist. Your hands immediately pulled him in a tight hug, not wanting him to stop and begging for him to release his seed in your womb. Feeling yourself getting closer to climax. Luckily for you, Clive feels the same as he sloppily thrusts in you more deeply, cursing to himself as he's ready to release his thick cum in you. You felt his index finger rubbing your clitoris rapidly, as if Clive wants you to climax on him. Feeling his finger and his cock going deeper and deeper in you, letting out your sweet nectar on him. Moaning loudly as you closed your eyes in ecstasy.

"Oh, eikons! Give me more of your sweet nectar to me! My good girl! My queen! I'm gonna c--" Clive choked as he couldn't finished his sentence, his seed filling you up. His legs shivers as Clive tries to continue his breathing. Still thrusting in you a bit before pulling out, his cum dripping down slowly to the comfy bed covers. Clive collapsed next to you, pulling you to his chest. Grinning to yourself as your cheek pressed to them, deciding if you want to bite his chest or not....

"Easy there, my naughty wife. Want me ravish you again?", Clive smirked as he caressed your hips. You blushed more but you got a goofy smirk as you began to talk.

"I don't mind another round. Just give me five minutes. Your cock is mine, after all~", you winked at Clive, giggling as you saw his blue eyes widened at your bold speech.

".......(Y/N)....."

"Yes, Clive?"

"Why did you say that to me?"

"What do you mean, Cli---", you didn't finished your sentence as Clive bounced on you. Wanting to devour you again

This is going to be a LONG night for both you and Clive. At least no one will tease you two when it's morning right....?

The end ☆