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kindheartedgummybears · 2 months
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you wanna know what??
I am
TIRED
of overmasculinized werewolves!!!!
I WANNA SEE A
WEREWOLF
WALKING AROUND IN A CVNTY LITTLE OUTFIT!!! WALKING THE STREETS!!!! DISEMBOWELING CREATURES!!!!
I WANNA SEE WEREWOLVES COVERED IN BLOOD AND GORE WHILE WEARING A SHORT SKIRT AND CROPTOP WITH HELLO KITTY ON IT!!!!
I WANNA SEE A WEREWOLF WALKING AROUND IN COTTAGE AND FAIRY AND PRINCESS CORE OUTFITS!!!!!! WITH A DEAD MANGLED RABBIT IN ITS MOUTH!!!!
AND MAKE THE WEREWOLF
D I S G U S T I N G ! ! !
#i am TIRED of seeing all these manly man werewolves that are all copy and paste white boys#I am TIRED of seeing all these woman werewolves being butch and masculine(also mostly white) or submissive!!!#I WANNA SEE SOME PLUS-SIZE WEREWOLVES I WANNA SEE SOME BLACK ASIAN LATINO MIDDLE EASTERN NON WHITE WEREWOLVES!!!!! THAT ARNT F3TIZIED!!!!!#I WANNA SEE A G I R L WEREWOLF THATS INTO “G I R L Y” THINGS!!!!! LET THE WEREWOLF BE A SLVT!!!!!#LET THE WEREWOLF BE IN THE TRADITIONAL CLOTHING OF ITS CULTURE!!!!#AND RIP AND TEAR AND MAUL AND CRY IN THE MORNING AFTER DOING ALL OF IT!!!! RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#no but fr can we werewolf fans like. actually sit down and reflect on the inherent misogyny of werewolves??? ESPECIALLY IN MEDIA#like. almost EVERY. SINGLE. WEREWOLF. in movies and shows and stuff are always a buff white man with anger and trust issues#and on the rare occasion that there *is* a woman werewolf shes always either over masculine or “weaker” than the “stronger alpha male” were#olf and only seen as a mate. AND shes always “calmer” and “maternal” and “calms the alpha male down🥺🥺”.AND she never has an actually good#werewolf form its always either wolf tail and ears or full wolf. or if it *is* actually a decent werewolf her transformation is offscreen.#like whyyyyyyyyyyyyy are people so scared to make women go ape shit?????? werewolves are NOT pretty creatures!!!! STOP MAKING THEM PRETTY!!#(lmao jk we know why they're so scared hashtag male gaze)#like yes. werewolves ARE pretty but not in the “dog show 30k$ poodle” kind of way i see some people making them(not that that's bad tho)#AND ALSO LIKE. ARE WE JUST GOING TO PRETEND WEREWOLVES LITERALLY WEREN'T MADE FOR WOMEN AND MINORITIES???#like. once a month someone turns into a raging bloodthirsty unstoppable beast driven by the moon and instincts with an insatiable hunger an#need to hide away from people due to them wanting to kill you or fearing you simply because you're a werewolf. they don't know you. they ju#t see you as a creature that might hurt them. constantly being hunted down to be killed simply for existing.#WHAT PART OF THAT SCREAMS: “ah yes. White man.”#IK theres going be people(men and pick mes) that see this post and think “this bitch is overreacting” and tbh idc.the girls who get it get#the girls who dont dont.#anyways shout out to Ginger Snaps trick or treat and every other piece of media or fan piece with disgusting non-f3tiszied woman/poc werewo#i love yall#*smooch smooch*#Werewolves#Werewolf#Lycanthrope#Lycanthropy#Werewolf AU#Yeah. Im tagging that too. I see yall.
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moodyseal · 2 months
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Whenever I'm trying to get water out of something without a strainer—EVERY single time without fail—I think back to that one minigame in Cooking Mama where you have to carefully tilt the pot of whatever you're cooking so its contents don't spill with the water and fly out to the other hemisphere. I'm there tipping the pot ever so slightly and I'm suddenly 8 y/o again with Mama calling me a disgrace to her heritage for letting some of the noodles slip away
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Me if I ever see that guy in puplic:
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#i hate him. SO MUCH#like I know this is probably from 2020/21 but like urgh#i forgot that he exists but just got reminded#if you don't know him: basicly he makes fun of women who listen to classic rock.#his videos always have the sane structure#he asks a 'emo girl' or 'grunge girl' or a 'shroom girl' out and plays in his car a 'unknown' song of a band#and then the girl is like: 'urgh this song sucks!' abd takes the aux and plays a mainstream song of the same band#and he is left in shock and disbelieve#it's like TEXTBOOK women don't like classic rock fr they are allll posers#like in this video he plays brain damage by pink floyd and the woman HATES that song and takes the aux and plays#wish you where here wish she loves and he is left in shocking disbelief#like it's bad. it's so so bad. he does that like a hundred times with like all classic rock bands#and what he is alwats saying us#'women are such posers'#omggggg like it's so bad it's so so bad#like those guys are always like 'urgh I wish women would like tge same music like I do but all they like is POP 😭🙄"#and as soon a woman actually likes that music she is a poser she doesn't know anything about the band she only likes the mainstream songs#because she is a woman#AND DON'T GET ME START ON THE TOWEL ON THE HEAD-#it makes me angryyy#like it's also so cute that a hot pink floyd fan or nirvana fan or led Zeppelin fan would fucking date him 💀💀💀💀#let's be real here- this is wish thinking#jule speaks#also? none of those two pink floyd songs are from the psychedelic era you fucking dump as idoot I'm going to murder you in the streets#his videos always had hundred thousand likes btw
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bluejaybytes · 1 year
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Also if I'm talking about games I like I'm just saying I absolutely 100% picked up on Elisabets queercoding in Horizon Zero Dawn and would (and still do) get into arguments with my brother over it, but I now get to bask in the glory that is her sexuality being confirmed in Horizon Forbidden West. She is my blorbo of all time my bestie beloved my wife my poor little meow meow lesbian
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amongussexgif · 7 months
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Howdy folks. I’ve said I’d make a rant about this for a while. It’s time.
Let’s start with the basics. Mesopomatia is the earliest known human civilization. Humans existed before them, but this was the first “city”. They also made the first writing. This rant also kinda covers Sumerian tuff, because the two groups had a bit of a merging.
You know what transgenderism is. You’re on tumblr dot com. Chances are you are a transgenderist yourself
Transphobes often say that transgenderism is a “new concept” and that “nobody was trans 20 years ago”. For the record, you don’t have to go as far back as Mesopotamia. There’s Greece, Egypt, Hawaii, and tons of others I fail to remember. But yeah, we date back to The First City.
The First People believed in many gods, one of which you’ve likely heard of. Today’s subject: Inanna/Ishtar, The Queen of Heaven (I’ll be calling her Inanna, as it’s her original name). She was the goddess of Sex, War, and Justice. The most notable things she was believed to do were changing people’s genders and being an absolute queen. Like fr she slayed-
Anyways, the “transgender power” as I’m gonna call it because it's funny, is well documented in poetry fragments, with the direct quote “To turn a man into a woman and a woman into a man are yours, Inanna.” This was written by Enheduanna, Inanna’s High Priestess from Ur (Ur is a city).
Speaking of Inanna’s Priests and Priestesses, they were actually known for their androgyny. Poems and Dedications to Inanna often included them, with the direct depiction of the goddess transfer-ify-ing them. It’s unknown if these and the Gala are the same priests, so I’ll add a little space and talk about them for a bit.
The Gala were priestesses for Inanna created by the god Enki (who is really fuckign cool for non-trans reasons (might talk about him sometime)) to sing for her. Mourning Rites previously sung by women got taken over by the Gala, and as men joined, they adopted ALL societal roles and expectations of women, switching to female names and singing in the Sumerian eme-sal dialect, which was reserved for women trying to render the speech of female gods. The Gala looked after the sick and poor, and were highly respected by the rest of the Mesopotamian peoples.
Time to talk about the Pilipili! They were a group of cultic performers who worshiped Inanna, with the name coming from a person named Pilipili. They were raised as a woman (according to Mesopotamia’s gender roles), and were blessed by Inanna and given the name Pilipili. Inanna gave them a spear, an item associated very heavily with masculinity “as if she were a man” and they are only referred to as “The Transformed Pilipili” from that point on. “Spear'' is also thought to have phallic meaning here, which is even more directly saying that Inanna trans’ed Pilipili’s gender.
How about we move beyond the cult on Inanna now? A statue (or technically statuette but honestly whatever) found in the city of Mari depicts a singing woman. But wait! The name of the depicted person is “Ur-Nanshe”, a masculine name! This might mean nothing, but honestly, you’d assume transgenderism too if you met a woman named Steven. The statue has a soft face with traces of makeup, and it’s got tiddies!
A statue in the British museum (which for the record should not be in there. give it back) has a label translated as “Hermaphrodite of Inanna”. Hermaphrodite has a different meaning now, which a different translator, Cheryl Morgan, recognized, stating that “person-man-woman” would be more accurate. We don’t know specifics about their gender, but clearly this was a person outside of the gender binary who was not only significant enough to have a statue of them made, but also assumedly well-liked!
So, to summarize, Ancient Mesopotamia viewed genderqueer individuals as:
often blessed by the Queen of Heaven
transgender-ify-ed by said Queen of Heaven
well respected enough to be priests
said cult of trans priests was also said to be made by another god in devotion to Inanna
significant and well-liked enough to have statues of them
sounds like we should take some notes from our ancestors, huh?
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sameschmidtdiffname · 1 month
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Mike Schmidt x Gender Neutral! Reader
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Summery: At some point or another, the words slip out. It's just that, naturally, you're an idiot who can't pick the right moment.
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific pronouns for reader, night terrors, disassociation, attempted comfort, miscommunication, brief non sexual shower scene, unintentional harm, anxiety, sweet ending. (fr this time, I'm not pulling a 'Repentance.') Slight spoilers for 'Petals On The Wind' by V.C. Andrews.
Notes: I had a vision and I tried. Pls give me mercy.
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The night air is sweet, fresh with the smell of citrus from the soap I had used earlier that evening in my shower mixed with the damp smell of the dew forming on the grass and the leaves outside. The curtains shift slightly as the air spills into the dark room, the only light born by a small lamp clipped to the cover of my book as I read quietly.
Beside me lays Mike, facing the ceiling and looking as peaceful as he ever could. It was a relaxation that doesn't come to him in consciousness, too busy with thoughts I sometimes am not privy too. But I don't pry. I've heard most of the story from him and from Abby, and he is allowed to grieve the past alone. He knows I am always available to help him.
It had been a long day for him. He didn't need to tell me, it was obvious by the way he'd sat at the kitchen table, thinking he was alone and hands buried in his hair. I hadn't meant to spy on him, having just slipped out of my shower. He wasn't crying, but his face was pale and dreadful. The bags under his eyes a dark purple that they hadn't been earlier at dinner, and the haunted quality of his stare had increased in an alarming manner since I'd left him. Had he moved since dinner? Abby was in her room, her voice trailing quietly down the hall as she hummed to herself behind the closed door. The overhead yellow light directly above Michael made him look like a painting of doom, covered in shadows with sharp edges as dark as his thoughts.
When I guided him to bed he wouldn't talk to me. Not when I removed his shirt to change him into something clean. Not when I opened the bottle of pills he'd been able to relax on for the past couple weeks. And not when I held a glass of water to his lips, his mouth only moving to take a long drink before I guided him onto his back, where he stared at the ceiling quietly while I stroked his hair, watching him carefully until he drifted away into a drugged dream of obliviousness where hopefully he could find the peace he needed.
More often than not I read before bed. Usually Mike would lay his head on my chest, his eyes reading the same bits I would and commenting on something here or there, once in a while spoiling the next paragraph for me. But I never minded when he did, it was always an accident.
It did get to the point where Mike imposed a limit of two chapters a night, knowing I could become so enraptured in a story I wouldn't even pay attention to the world around me until I finished it, usually with the early light beginning to peak through the branches outside and create dancing rays of sun along our bed. It wasn't really a rule, more so a concerned request. There was no punishment if I didn't comply, if I deprived myself of sleep reading all that would exist as a reprimand is my own exhaustion. Mike would always silently pick up on this, more gentle with me and luring me away from my nightly ritual with his arms wrapped around my tired body, fingers combing through my hair and his even breathing coaxing me into the sleep I needed until his alarm would wake us, still wrapped around each other and warm in the morning glow of a new day with a new chapter. And recently I realized it was something about him I loved. Though I dare not say it out loud. Not yet.
I'm only a handful chapters into this book. It's one that I've read before, an ironic favorite from when I was younger and snuck books home that I'd borrowed from the woman next door after playing with her granddaughters. The subject of the novel was taboo, Gothic horror I would hide under my bed away from my mother's eyes until she would lay in her own bed, allowing me to click on a light and read until school the next morning. It's been years since I've revisited it, and this copy I had bought at a local thrift store for only a quarter with an excited smile, causing an amused look on Mike's face as he'd watched me.
"Shouldn't you read something you already own?" He'd teased while we walked out of the store hand in hand, Abby leading the way to our car.
I'd rolled my eyes, smiling as I checked for cars coming through the parking lot with no regard for little girls.
"Am I not allowed to spend a quarter on my passions?" I said.
"You absolutely are. I'm just wondering how you're going to read everything," he said with a small squeeze of his hand.
The answer is by drinking a cup of tea and working through the book in one sitting as he lays next to me, no work ahead of me for the next two days that would demand proper rest. No limitation able to stop me now. I'm a few hours into my plan when I notice his leg jolt beside mine, no movement otherwise.
I glance at him quickly, seeing if he's woken with a start. His eyes remain closed, lips parted slightly in sleep and otherwise seeming fine. So I resume my book, flipping to the next page to start chapter eleven.
Halfway through chapter thirteen, Mike gasps. Loud and quick, causing a cough to escape him. I slip a finger inbetween my pages, turning to face him and worry stabbing my chest as I wait for him to choke and thrash frantically. But he doesn't. He remains still, his pulse visible near his adams apple as his breath quickens slightly. I watch him, waiting for any signs of distress. But he remains still in sleep, and reluctantly I return to my book once more, having decided it was just a dream.
Finally, at the early hour of four o'clock his hand reaches out, nails digging into my thigh desperately in a way that's painful against my bare skin, raking down and surely creating a trail of blood in his wake as a short, startled yell of Abby's name pierces the air, his body going ridged. And then he's still, body shaking and eyes wide open in confusion, darting around the room as though he cannot place his environment in his still drugged state.
"Hey," I say softly, abandoning my book and turning to face him, unsure if I should touch him or what I need to say to tear him away from the horrors of his mind. "You're okay, you're awake now."
If he hears me he doesn't give any indication, his breathing so quick and unsteady I'm scared he'll knock himself out from hyperventilating.
"It's okay, it was a dream," I tell him. I place my hand apprehensively on his chest, feeling his heart slam against the cage of ribs below my touch. "You're awake now."
His head turns slightly towards me, but he's still panicking, his hand gripping my thigh hard enough hard with nails he hadn't meant to let grow out for the past couple weeks that I have to make a conscious effort to not whine in pain.
He's saying something, quiet and mixing with his irregular breathing as his other hand grabs my hand upon his chest, pressing it tightly against him. But I can't make it out, I can only hear fragments of 'sorry' and 'take.' And the words only blur more as he starts sobbing beside me, the noises he makes terrifying as he struggles for air.
"Let's sit up. Come on, let's sit up," I say. I'm close to panic myself, trying to find his shoulders to pull him up in fear of him choking in such a state. But his hand is too tight around mine, and trying to take it away seems to only cause further distress, his teeth gritting and nostrils flailing as he tries to breathe in as much air as possible. I manage to get one arm under his shoulders, wrapping it around his body and pulling us both up. The shift of his body seems to make something click, his hand suddenly releasing my thigh as he gasps once more, eyes seeming to show recognition of something.
"You're home. We're in our room, Abby is down the hall," I tell him.
"They'll come here, they knew where we live," he says in a rapid but finally coherent voice.
"Who?" I ask. He's scaring me, making me want to join him in my own hysteria. But I don't show it, the pain throbbing in my leg giving me a point of focus to keep my voice even. "No one's coming."
"My aunt- she- they-"
"She's not coming over, no one's coming to take Abby," I tell him, stroking him arm and trying to shift my body to face his. "Everyone's home and safe. I won't let anyone go."
This seems to hit him, his shoulders relaxing slightly. He looks at my face, staring and trying to focus on me.
"I won't let anyone go anywhere," I repeat gently. His shoulders relax, his body leaning towards mine.
"You don't have to worry," I tell him. "I'm here."
His head lands on my shoulder, hand still pressing mine tight against his chest as his arm finds my waist, body wracking with sobs.
"It's okay. Slow your breathing," I say softly, my hand finding his hair and holding him close against me. "Focus on me and slow your breathing."
He's trying, I can tell by the way he gasps against my chest in even tempo that he's trying to regain his breath. His skin is hot against mine, body wet with sweat. Maybe I should get this shirt off of him, take away the sticking cotton and allow his skin to feel the cool morning air against it to prevent overstimulation. Or maybe the sudden change would throw him into more distress. I don't know what to do, what to offer.
"Do you want me to distract you?" I ask. At this he lifts his head slightly, a small 'what?' Asking for me to repeat the question. "Do you want me to distract you?" I repeat, anxious I've said something wrong.
He seems to think for a moment, his heart still beating at a concerning rate.
"How long have you been reading?" He finally asks, eyeing the book I'd practically thrown to the edge of the bed in my panic.
"A few hours," I say. "Started reading when you went to sleep."
He nods, going silent once more for a few more minutes. I focus on his hair, how some curls wrap perfectly around my fingertips, how soft his hair is even though he doesn't take proper care of it.
"Is it any good?" He asks softly, his mouth against my neck as he tries to relax.
Okay, talk about the book. Book with dead parents. Ah, fuck.
"Not... particularly," I admit. "The first one was better."
"Yeah?" Mike asks. "How so?"
Well, Mike. This is a V.C. Andrews novel. So there's an unsettling amount of incest that serves a horrifying point that I don't think you wanna hear about right now because that's gonna take several hours for me to explain. I wish you'd asked sooner.
"...questionable decisions," I decide is how I'll phrase it.
"Sounds like me," he mutters against my skin.
"I promise you it isn't," I mutter back, trying to think of what to say next.
Mike doesn't say anything, still breathing hard against my skin but finally gaining a steady rhythm. His body shakes less, my fingers gently combing through his hair as I finally speak again.
"It's something you'd laugh at if you felt better," I feel stupid, useless as I try to bring him back to me. But it seems to work, his shaking decreasing as he focuses on my words. "The main character is... dramatic, and... passionate."
I feel his smile against my skin, his fingers stroking my waist. "Oh?" He asks.
"Mm-hmm," I say. He hums, waiting for me to continue. And I'm not sure if I should.
"What's the plot?" He asks. Not something you should hear in your state, Michael. Lots of people die.
"It's about..."
Fucking half the town out of spite.
"...family."
That's one way to put it.
"And... doing what's right."
By burning a house down.
"And taking care of those you love."
Well, at least that point is accurate.
He seems content with this, pulling me down onto the bed once more and keeping me close.
"Are you okay?" I ask him carefully.
"I will be," he says softly. "Thank you. For caring."
"Of course I care," I say with a small laugh of nervous relief. "I love you."
Oh.
Oh.
Oh motherfucker, no.
"What?" Mike asks in a small voice, his body going still, mine going stiff.
Goddammit.
We've been together for about a year. And this is a normal point to finally say the words to each other, a sweet moment of realization and commitment that I'd been wanting to have. And I'd been trying to find the right moment, wanting to say it while he serves pancakes in the morning that he douses in syrup because he hates them dry. To say it when he pulls me close at night, taking a deep breath as he smells my hair. When he falls asleep on the couch or with his head on my lap. And maybe he's wanted to say it too, the way his eyes linger on me when I spin around the room with his sister, or when I fix her hair before walking her out the door, or when I slip out said door to return to my own home only to find myself back here the next day anyways, unable to stay away.
But this is the wrong moment. A moment of fear and terror and I have been selfish enough to dare utter such words that he may not even reciprocate while he's in such a vulnerable state. Shit.
"What did you say?" Mike asks, pulling away to look into my face, suddenly awake and clear of any fog that had been torturing him.
I can't speak. I can't tell him. What if he doesn't feel the same way? Or worse, what if he says it back in a desperation for approval after such pressure has been placed upon him to respond. Or what if he convinces himself he feels the same way only because I do?
"I- Shouldn't-" My head is shaking, eyes wide in worry as I try to think of a response.
"Shouldn't?" He says in the most heartbreaking voice.
"No!" This is all wrong! It all sounds wrong.
"Oh," he says quietly, eyes casted downwards.
"No, wait a minute. This is wrong-" I stutter, my hands shaking slightly.
"I heard you the first time," He says flatly, eyes avoiding mine.
"I'm sorry," I blurt out. "I didn't mean to say anything."
"Then stop saying things," He says sharply, pulling away and turning to face the room.
"I'm not- I can't-" One of the ways Mike and I understand each other is by the way vulnerability makes us choke, gagging on sincere words for fear of rejection and becoming fools. And this time is one of them, even if I'm fighting against it. The silence is too long as I choke on my own tongue.
"It's fine," he says. He stands from the bed, not looking back at me. "I'm gonna take a shower."
I open my mouth to speak, my mind urging me to extend my hand in explanation. But he walks quickly, opening and shutting the door before I can even begin to put the words together in my mind. And I'm alone. With no one but my book to offer comfort.
I try to read. Try to focus on Cathy's piss poor plan that ends with her toes broken because of her terrible husband that she married to avoid her adoptive father. (Don't ask.) But all I can think about is what I should have said. And what Mike must be thinking. Of course he misunderstood me, his mind still racing from adrenaline and nightmares of losing his sister, addled by his sleep medication that would still be in effect. Vulnerable situations are already tricky with Mike, who'd lost his family young and had been forced to create his own stability with no comfort or care returned to him until the past few years when he finally began to create a new inner circle. It was understandable that he was gun shy around this sort of topic. And his already darkened mind earlier today? What a horrible day for a moment like this.
It feels like an eternity, but it must have only been about half an hour when Mike comes racing back into the room. Wet, towel crudely wrapped around his waist and holding up his hand as he rushed towards the bed.
"There's blood on here," he said. "Who's is it?"
I squint as I try to look, reaching out for his hand. He offers it quickly, and at the sight I remember. My thigh. Earlier when he'd gripped it so hard, nails digging in. I can see the blood underneath his nails, dark and most likely having just been noticed by him.
"Earlier when you were upset you grabbed my thigh," I say. Within seconds he's on the bed, ripping the sheet off of me and dripping water all over the place. It's not exactly a pretty sight, cuts from where his nails had dragged and sunk into me. His eyes go wide, cheeks turning pink with shame.
"Jesus," he says. "I didn't mean to."
"I know, you were scared," I say. "Don't worry about it."
"Let me clean this," he says, moving to stand from the bed.
"Mike, we need to talk," I say, grabbing his wrist. He doesn't stop, trying to pull his arm free.
"After I clean this."
"No, now," I say. My voice sounds so much sharper than it should in a situation like this, like a command rather than a request. But he finally stops his rush, his eyes meeting mine as he stands still, gripping the towel around his waist as he contemplates.
"I left the water running," he finally says.
"Clean me in there," I offer thoughtlessly. He raises an eyebrow at me but doesn't question it, tugging me up by my hand and not letting go as we walk to the bathroom in silence.
The water stings on my cuts as Mike kneels in front of me, his body between my slightly parted legs as his hands wash me carefully, lathering soap and working at my thigh with careful concentration. 'It's been ten minutes. Say something, dumbass,' I think to myself.
"I love you," Mike blurts out suddenly. His hands don't rubbing soap onto my thigh, and his eyes don't meet mine. "And you don't have to feel the same way, but you should know that I do."
There's another long moment of silence, dread filling my chest.
"Why are you saying this?" I finally ask. He looks up at me with an unintentional glare.
"What?" He asks sharply.
"Are you saying this for me or for you?" I ask. His brows furrow.
"I don't know what you mean," he says.
"Earlier I said I love you and that was a mistake-"
"You don't need to remind me."
"No, my timing was a mistake. You were vulnerable," I say quickly, sliding quickly down the shower wall to join him on the floor of the bathtub. "Are you saying this because I said it or because you mean it?"
Realization seems to finally sink through, Mike blinking at me slowly.
"So, you love me?"
"I'm sorry that I was an idiot earlier-"
"But you love me?"
"I've been trying to say it for months, but I couldn't-"
Mike's kiss is hard and clumsy, teeth clicking together and making us both draw away in a fit of stupid, teenage like giggles from the way he'd tried to be romantic and jump on me, my face now covered in the orange scented soap from his hands.
"You need to lead with that next time," he says, laughing and covering my face in quick kisses without care that he's smearing the soap onto his face too. "You had me scripting our conversations for the next month in here."
"I was trying. You know I can't- that-" I can hardly respond between his kisses, tasting awful but so sweet I can't help but want more.
"I love you," he says. Then he says it again, and again. Like a dam has been broken and he can't stop the river spilling forth. "I love you."
"I love you too," I finally say, relieved and melting into his touch under the warm stream that he drags me under, holding me close to his body.
Later, as we lay in bed, I finally tell him the real plot of my book, to which he says "I take it back, get out," before dragging me under the covers to repeat his devotion again and again until we can't say it anymore. Coherently, that is.
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I'm gonna be fr, I haven't been happy with my writing lately and that's mostly due to my packed schedule. This is a draft I've been working on in bits and pieces for the last couple weeks when I've had a spare moment at work, and honestly will probably regurgitate at some point in the future when I have the time and energy to get more detailed with this concept in a more detailed fic. But for right now, I did want to put this out as a drabble. So, I hope you enjoyed it, and I promise I'll try to get some more properly fleshed out content out soon for y'all <3
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inmyheadimobsessed · 1 year
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Lies Bout How I Hate You
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pairing: shuri ✘ plussize!black!fem!reader
summary: being broken up seems to hold different meanings to both you and shuri. you're trying to move on, you're dating, which she allows, until she decides she's had enough of seeing you with someone who isn't her.
word count: literally just vibeeee
contains: ex!reader & ex!shuri, reader hates shuri, cocky!shuri, jealous!shuri, possessive!shuri, smut (18+) dom!shuri, sub!reader, oral (both receiving), strap!shuri, masturbation, breeding!kink, fingering (reader receiving), overstimulation, shuri's mean, use of toys (vibrating kimoyo bead), slight degradation!kink, humiliation!kink, praise!kink, mirror sex, car sex, restraints, panther!shuri, dirty talk, kinda public orgasm, multiple orgasms, light mention of blood, choking, spanking, orgasm denial, squirting, rough sex, coming untouched, crying, biting
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note: THIS! is my apology for the pain i put y'all through. i hope it can suffice. just walk with me a little bit here with this one okay? there's plot but the plot is just smut fr. i will not disclose the songs i was listening to when i came up with this cause y'all gon look at me fucking crazy, but some hints are sprinkled throughout idk. i once saw someone on twitter describe one of my fics by saying "when you think they're done fucking, they're not" it made me laugh and i think it holds relevance here. shouts out to oomf for translations! but anywho, as always, enjoy mwah, mwah!
↬ aftermaths {aftercare scene}
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She smirked, pushing your exposed back up against the cool steel of your apartment door, and you shivered, permitting your exhale to emerge as a low taunting moan. This, she bit her lip at, shutting her eyes tight as the desperation coating your whimper washed over her. “That’s a pretty ass sound.”
Brown eyes twinkled as they bore into her, your own plump bottom lip finding its way between your teeth and you gave her a shy grin. “You think so?”
“Mmm,” Her eyes remained shut as you watched her, your restraint slipping just a bit when that strong arm of hers reached above your head to grip firmly to the door frame. “What if I wanna hear it again?”
Fingers flexed overhead as she tightened her grasp, and it was there that you allowed your eyes to remain, admiring slender digits and the potential they held as you considered her question. Inviting her in had crossed your mind, on many occasions actually. You liked her, a lot, and you liked the feelings that came alive inside you when she spoke and when she peered at you as she did now.
“You gon work for it?” It was meant to be a response carried by confidence, but the shake in tone gave your nerves away, and she huffed a laugh. The taller woman knew you wanted her; you didn’t hide it very well. Truthfully, you weren't trying to. You pondered it, her request to hear you moan for her again. You could allow it, maybe. Riri was probably at her garage and you’d have the place to yourselves; she'd have you to herself. Fuck, you wanted that.
The blow of her breath and the ghost of her lips could just be enough to coerce your decision. “This is me working for it.” And when she kissed you, long and rough, you produced that sound she chased again. It was louder now; stronger, firmer, and you’d made up your mind.
“You wanna com–” The door existed as the only thing keeping you upright, so ultimately, when the press of it was ripped away from your spine, you stumbled backward, and your body cascaded into a pair of muscular arms whose hold you knew all too well.
Shuri gripped you, letting her lanky fingers graze your sides long enough to quench her thirst before reluctantly steadying you on your feet. “Shit. Sorry.” Eyes stalked your date, never moving from her post behind you. In fact, you were certain the Princess eased in closer, squeezing her toned front tightly against your back with a low grunt. There was nary a bone in her body that’d been apologetic.
Shuri's temperature remained searing, beaming off her person in familiar waves, but unlike prior times, it offered you no comfort. Now, her warmth worked overtime to make you feel sticky and stifled, and you struggled to keep your annoyance in check, though it was apparent she comprehended your mood as she peered down at you now.
“Naci, I’ll call you tomorrow, aight?”
She narrowed her eyes at Shuri who still loomed behind you; possessive and daring, clearly sensing some sort of tension between you two, and she did the little she could to assert a form of dominance. Though there was no use in doing so, there was no competition to be had when Shuri already claimed the title of winner. And you could tell she knew this, her daunting smirk giving it away as she stepped away from your rear to clutch the open door.
“Bye Natty.” And then she slammed it, walking past you to plop back onto the indented couch. She'd been sitting there the entire time, great.
“The fuck is your damn problem, bro?”
When she spoke, her attention never made its way to you, and you rolled your eyes at your failure to rattle her with words. “That mouth of yours has gotten a little too bold. I think that's my problem.”
“Shuri, the fuck are you still doing here?” Your arms were crossed now, feet still planted at the door as you eyed her, disregarding her words entirely. She was supposed to be gone, returned to Wakanda, and tucked safely away behind their pretty little borders. Yet here she sat, on your couch, drinking your liquor.
The rim of the glass collided with her lips, and her throat bounced as she knocked the last of her drink back, never once reacting to the sting of the pungent liquid. “I see a little time apart has you thinking you can just speak to me however you want.”
“Time apar…” Was this bitch crazy? You hadn't missed this, her delusions, the practiced way she chose to ignore certain details when it came to the two of you. “Shuri, we broke up. Three months ago. Get the fuck over it. Now, what are you still doing here?”
Shuri passed a brief glance your way, and her conniving grin made your body sizzle in sheer irritation as you shifted your weight from your right leg to your left. God you fucking hated her, and you needed her out of your space. The claim was that she'd come to visit her best friend, but rarely had she spent time with Riri over the course of her three-week stay. Instead, she spent her days heckling you and scaring off your dates.
So when Riri informed you she would indeed be leaving today, you jumped for joy, excited to finally be rid of her annoying ass. But, evidently, your rejoice was an act done in vain, you’d found.
She quirked her brow, “Can I not be here?”
“No. Like you gotta get the fuck, for real.”
Shuri stood, pulling up her sweatpants before reaching for her empty glass sitting on the coffee table. Her legs moved, taking her toward the kitchen and you flinched a little when a suffocating gust of her spicy cologne found its way inside your system. Like Shuri’s everlasting presence, the strong scent instantly made your head throb, and you sighed, watching her maneuver through your cabinets.
The large bottle of Cognac was clutched in her fist, because of course audacity drove her to reach for the most expensive one, and she grabbed a second glass, drizzling the dark liquid into the one presumably for you first, before pouring her own. Did she think you were exes who could casually have a drink with each other? The thought made you roll your eyes, but when she slid the glass across the smooth countertop, you gravitated toward it, gripping it and downing it almost immediately with a harsh cough.
You didn't miss her soft chuckle and head shake as she watched you follow her wordless instruction, and it was then that you cursed your brain’s and body's practiced synchronism when obeying her. It was an action you still struggled with, because Shuri had embedded her dislike for defiance so deep into you, you sometimes forgot you don't have to follow her orders anymore.
“You want me gone so you can finally bring your little dates inside instead of settling for half-assed kisses at the door like school children?”
Your eyes rolled again. Her insolence was truly a thing admired, and it had you pondering how you put up with it for as long as you did before finally having enough. “Shuri, don't fucking piss me off tonight, okay? I'm not in the mood for your bullshit.”
“Jonga umlomo wakho.” (watch your mouth)
The spit of her native tongue shook you slightly, but a lengthy exhale centered you; you weren't planning to let her get under your skin any more than she already had. She pressed her back against the island, sipping sweetly on her drink as she ogled your skin. Shuri's low eyes fanned the expanse of your large thighs barely covered by your pleated mini skirt, the cup of your ass very visible beneath the skimpy material. She stared at your cleavage unabashedly too, and licked her lips.
The sight of her shamelessly checking you out made you audibly gag, and she smirked at the sound before taking another swig from her glass.
You hadn't put your jacket down, nor had you removed the sparkly purse dangling from your shoulder; she hadn't given you a chance to.
“Why are you still in my damn house?” You asked again, and she grinned, pushing off the counter and moving closer to where you awkwardly stood.
You dipped your head as she approached you, averting her eyes and their easy way of reading you, but soft fingers lifting your chin placed your gaze in the direct line of hers. “You want me gone that bad, thando-iwam?” (my love)
Your hand wrapped around her wrist almost immediately after her question, snatching it and shoving her touch away scornfully. “Yes.”
Her surprise at your reaction shone through her wavering smirk. There was self-assurance in that one word, and you could tell it wasn't a thing she'd anticipated by her stuttering blink. She was cracking, good. She needed to know you didn't belong to her anymore and her hands could not graze your skin as they once did, though it’d be a lie to deny her fingers on your face didn't push a jolt of something through you.
Of course, you ignored it, because Shuri was an ass, and she’d never get you to fold, not like she used to.
When she moved in closer to inhale your perfume, you didn't react, and she hated that too. There’d been hope, you noticed, hope that your reluctance was feigned. And your own smirk grew then, because your disdain for the Princess was indeed authentic.
She bobbed her head, “You know I pay rent here. My name is on the lease, so technically I can be here. For as long as I would like.”
“Shu–”
She stuck a finger out, quieting you, and like a trained pet, you adhered. “Technically I pay your rent here. So I think I’m the one with the authority to kick you out. Right?”
“Nigga nobody asking you to do that shit. I think we both know I can afford the lifestyle I choose to live, but if you wanna keep throwing two lil stacks my way every month, fuck I’m post to do? Say no?”
She hummed, seemingly pleased by the outburst she pulled out of you, and you groaned. Paying your half of the rent in your shared apartment with Riri had been a no-brainer for Shuri at the beginning of your relationship; the act was her own idea, and of course, you agreed because why would you not? The continued peddling of funds after your breakup was also her doing. You’d fully expected her to stop supporting you in retaliation, given it was you who ended things, but money kept coming, and you kept accepting.
Shuri tutted, “Three months and you've already forgotten how to speak to me. I do not like this, sthandwa.”
“Bruh, I'm off this. You so fucking irritating. Please do not be here when I wake up in the morning Shuri, or I swear to fucking god.” You watched her blink slowly and she bit her lip, no doubt mesmerized by the sway of your hips as you sauntered away from her.
Fuck her, like truly, because where did she get off behaving as she did? Shuri had no conception of boundaries; she refused to respect the ones you’d put up to cage yourself away from her. In her demented little mind, you were still hers, and she didn't care if you refuted her claim on you. Thinking about it made your stomach bubble, so you decided you wouldn't.
You: Hey, I’m so sorry about earlier. Lemme make it up to you? Are you free Tomorrow?
Naci: It’s all good. What you tryna be on?
Her speedy reply coaxed a squeal out of you, and the lack of admonishment behind her message made you blush. Biting your lip, you reminisced on the feel of her mouth on yours, her tongue in your throat, and her request to hear you moan for her again. The throbbing at your core roared awake your need to do only one thing as you imagined her hands all over you, and you began to strip.
With your naked body sprawled on top of your thick comforter, you reached for your dildo sitting pretty on your nightstand, lathering it with lube before allowing it to hover impatiently at your leaking entrance.
Desperate hands urged you to dive straight in, spread your pussy wide around the toy, but you decided teasing yourself would be best. You chose to make yourself work for it.
“Ooh fuuuuck…” You blew out a soft exhale as the dildo slithered its way into your soaked hole, slamming your eyes shut to bask in the pressure-filled stretch. Once you discovered the rhythm you liked, your thrusts gained speed, and soon you were spitting out moan after moan. Your sounds rose in octave as you fucked yourself hard with the thick slab of silicone and your breath hitched, and you pinched hard on your nipple for added pleasure. “Shit! Shit!”
Fuck, you were dripping, the wettest you’d been in a long time. You rammed into your g-spot again and again, thoughts running to Naci. You wished it was her working your wet pussy this hard, yearned to feel her strap gliding in and out of your cunt as you screamed her name until she made you come hard around her. That familiar band inside your depths began its inevitable tightening, and you continued to drill yourself, granting your hand permission to find your neglected clit. “Fuck! Oh my god!”
You splashed around in your wetness, serenading the Princess lounging in your living room with a song of obscenities. “Oh, Naci!” You were certain she was listening, she had no choice in the matter, undoubtedly honing in on just how drenched you got when pleasing yourself to the thought of a woman that wasn't her.
“Ohh fuck me Naci!” Legs spread wider, you fucked yourself deeper, and that sweet nudge against your special spot tugged roughly on your release.
You’d be coming soon, floating sweetly on a cloud of bliss. But you wanted to prolong your orgasm, just so you could keep your moans at an increased volume, just so you could force your ex-girlfriend to sit in the sound. “Naci!”
Her name tumbled from parted lips and your orgasm shocked your entire system, causing you to shudder and lose your grip on the dildo still wedged inside you. The sensation was enough to put you to sleep, but you fought it, trying to catch your breath as you stumbled to the shower.
You were wrapped in your towel when you opened the door to skip across the hall, and that's when you saw her. Back flush against the wall, jaw set and twitching, as she shifted dark eyes to you; Shuri was angry, and the image of her stewing in her rage pleased you deeply. You shot her a wink before stepping into the bathroom and letting the door click shut, still reeling from the combined high of your climax and the sight of a pissed-off panther.
•••
Soft lips on your neck made you giggle as you leaned into the tingle they brought about, wanting desperately for the fingers indenting your uncovered waist to travel farther south. “My lips feel good right there shawty?”
“Mhmm.” Naci’s teasing digits looped under the band of your damp panties, causing you to whimper. You wanted more, and your little rocking rhythm on her thigh told her as much. She refused to grant your wish though, yanking her fingers free from underneath the cloth clinging to your cunt and you whined. “S-Stop playing with me.”
She chuckled at your cute little stutter, and you pouted. “You sure ole girl not here? Cause I ain't tryna get my ass handed to me by no Black Panther, my face too pretty for that.”
“You are kinda pretty,” You slung your arms around her neck, leaning back a little to admire her cute face. The Sun shining through the large windows in your living room reflected on her septum ring, and you let your palms caress the orange velvet durag tied snugly on her head. “And no, her ass is not here. But even if she was I wouldn't care. Ion give a damn about Shuri's delusional ass, I want you.”
Naci laughed again, sliding her fingers up and down the base of your spine before cupping your ass in both palms. “See you can say that, cause she not gon do nothing to you. But ion know, I'm a lil scared of her.”
You groaned at this, not wanting to accept that Shuri indeed held the power to prevent you from getting fucked as you deserved. It’d been too long since you were laid up under somebody's daughter, and having to make yourself come only served to bore you. “Don't worry about her, she can't do shit to you. Worry about this pussy instead, and how wet it is for you.”
Fingers laced around her wrist, bristling under the icy brush of her Rolex as you dragged her hand to your needy center. “You feel that baby,” Her own fingers skimmed the sizable puddle seeping through your underwear, making you hiss when she pressed into your achy clit above the material. “Sooo fucking wet for you.”
“So fucking wet for me, huh?” You nodded and she returned her lips to your throat, never losing her pace of stroking you.
Small whimpers climbed out of you as she continued, and Naci encouraged your rolling hips. You were dampening her jeans, but that was an afterthought now. “Fuck, shawty you so damn sexy, this pussy feels so good.”
“Y-Yeah? You gon fuck it then baby?” You were practically riding her fingers and she had yet to slip one inside you. Desperation drove your humps, and it proved to turn her on; Naci leaned back against your couch, watching you seductively as she pushed into your clit like a button, all whilst leaving the work up to you and your incessant grinding. She wanted you to get off on the mere idea of potentially getting what you wanted, her smirk gave that away, and the act brought familiarity with it.
Shuri did that. A lot. She would deviously force you to ride her thigh with zero assistance on her end, hovering above you as she watched you writhe in her sheets solely from gentle pecks along your neck.
And you would come. Always. Because Shuri's presence was arousing like that. Well, it used to be arousing like that.
“I might be open to it. Right here on the couch though?” She questioned, seemingly amused.
You nodded, “Right fucking here on the couch baby. Right here.”
Naci slid your panties to the side, gasping when she glanced down at your shiny folds, then her eyes flicked to yours with a grin, “I got you like that?”
“Mhmm!” She sucked her sticky finger before finally connecting her bare skin with your own and she circled your hole, sinking a single digit inside. “Oh fuck, just like that baby. Add another one!”
Her smirk was immediate, and she did as you asked, sliding a second finger in, a third sneaking in soon after and you whined from her shaking pumps. “Ooh shit! Fuck me, baby, don't stop!”
“Don't stop?” Her rhythm differed from your preferred, but it did its part in winding you up all the same, and when her thumb flicked your clit, you lost it.
“Fuck! Keep going! Deeper, baby, deeper!” And she obliged, slithering her slick-coated digits deeper into your soaked pussy, looking down at her handy work as her fingers fucked you. She was moaning along with you as you rocked into her press, hips stuttering, causing you to throw your head back. The couch cushions crumbled inside your fists as you used them to anchor yourself, climax swimming swiftly to you. “Just like that ooh! Fuck baby, you got this pussy so damn wet. You finna make me–”
“What the fuck are you doing?” You were so caught up in your bliss and the promise of an orgasm, that the sound of an opening door passed you idly by. But the feel of your apartment walls quaking under the slam of it pulled you out of your euphoria instantly. You listened to the rattling in your cabinets, glasses clinking under the sudden clap of thunder, and you watched your picture frames tilt on their hooks. All this occurred with three skilled digits still shoved deep inside you, but they'd lost their rhythm now; they were unmoving.
Your head was still craned backward when your eyes connected with Shuri’s erratic ones. She was seething in the doorway, bubbling in her rage next to a rather entertained-looking Riri. You smirked, still riding Naci’s stiff digits as you watched her fume. Shuri clenched and unclenched her fists; there would be a hole in the wall soon if you didn't stop, but you didn't want to.
Beneath you, Naci went limp, eyeballs widened as she gaped anxiously at your ex-girlfriend who looked seconds away from blowing every gasket in her lean body. There was no exchange of words, only movement. Shuri marched to your side just as the terrified girl stuck under your thighs found the courage to pull her stretching digits from within your cunt, hoisting you up and throwing your body over her shoulder like you weighed nothing.
“Girl put me the fuck down are you fucking crazy?!”
Shuri held tightly to your ass while she carried you, ignoring your screams and your flailing, dragging you to the kitchen as she tossed an emotionless refrain to Naci. “When I turn around, I expect that you’ll be gone.”
From your incapacitated position on Shuri’s shoulder, you watched Naci scramble for her things, finally regaining motor functions as she slipped out the door hurriedly past Riri, mumbling a soft apology and a promise to text you later. You felt horrible, truly. This was your own doing. Actually, no, this was Shuri’s doing. Because she had no clue how to leave you the fuck alone.
You shot her a murderous scowl once on your feet, smiling smugly when the flashing vein in her forehead caught your eye. “I told you to stop fucking touching me, Shuri.”
“And I told you, to watch how you speak to me. My patience with you sthandwa… Bast it’s beginning to run out,” Hot hands clasped your jaw, tilting your head forcefully, as she gazed into your wild eyes. Pulling away was useless; Shuri used her strength on you now, you realized. A rare occurrence, and this time without your permission. “You're testing me. Not leaving me with many options baby.”
“I'm not your fucking baby. Get your hands off me. Ngoku.” (now)
This fall of tone made her flinch, and your language shift resulted in her obeying you for once. A glint of pride swirled in her deep irises, outshining her agitation, and you lapped it up as you were trained to.
The artistry of Shuri’s transition from enraged to elated would always leave you in awe. It remained an irritating ability but as she did it now, before you, you felt your own annoyance begin to melt away momentarily. “I see you haven't forgotten everything I taught you, Ntomb'am.” (my girl)
“I'm not your girl. Not anymore, so just stop it Shuri. I'm over this, I'm over us — you. I'm cool off all this shit, so just stay out of my love life and leave me the hell alone!”
Hurt stormed her eyes like lightning, and you were almost remorseful. But then Shuri smirked down at you, shoulder pressed into your refrigerator, and she opened that damn mouth of hers to speak words, “So, allowing yourself to be fingered out in the open by someone who lacks relevance is considered having a love life now?”
“I fucking hate you.”
Her lips curved, “Oh, not even you believe that, thando-iwam.”
Ahead of your comeback, Riri strutted past you both during the heat of it all, mumbling a, “Yeah, y’all definitely finna fuck” with a low laugh on her way to her room and you groaned when Shuri’s smirk broadened.
Truthfully you’d forgotten she was still in the room, Shuri’s irritating aura was all-consuming in that way, and her complacent attitude would forever be the worst part of her. You wanted her out of your head, out of your home, and out of your life entirely. But for now, you would settle for out of your face.
“I mean it, Shuri. I'm done.” You trekked to your room after this, with plans of once again bringing about your own orgasm.
•••
Blaring music entranced your hips, and they swayed seductively with a mind of their own. You threw your ass back on Naci, and like a skilled receiver, she caught all of it, administering light spanks.
“I ain't think you was gon fuck with me no more, not after that shit Shuri crazy ass pulled.” Your syllables came out slurred, weighed down by alcohol and the reverberating bass of club music.
When she squeezed your hips, you giggled, allowing the taller woman to whisper her response directly in your ear. “I ain't plan to. Messing with a girl whose ex got superpowers not my gig,” You frowned at her confession, cursing Shuri for ruining yet another good thing for you, but when she spun you to face her, it flipped, morphing into a smirk that matched hers. “But, I seen you tonight, in this tight ass dress, and ion know, guess I couldn't keep my distance.”
“Oh? You fucking with the dress?” You wiggled your waist and she nodded after scanning you up and down, pulling you in.
Her eyes twinkled, matching the lights floating in the ceiling, and that fucking smile did something unlawful to your center. You leaned in, connecting your glossed lips to hers; her kiss back was immediate, and so came that sweltering stare you’d anticipated. Shuri’s glare did nothing to deter you though, because you didn't care if she saw Naci’s grip on your ass as she kissed you. She would just have to watch if she chose to stare.
“She here?” Lips grazed your chest, nipping softly on your cleavage and you whimpered with a chuckle.
“Somewhere.”
Naci cupped your face with one palm, allowing the other to slip under the hem of your leather dress. You were trying to keep your composure, but the feel of Shuri’s eyes heating up as she watched you now was encouraging, so you permitted her continuance. “Damn, you would really let me rub on this pussy right here, huh?”
The low rasp of her voice made you blush, and it was then that you thanked the universe for dark skin, and dark clubs. “Maybe.”
“While I'm down for that, I prefer a bed. A big one. Need space for the shit I got planned for you shawty.”
Your moan was involuntary as her words struck your dampening cunt, her smirk not going unnoticed. “You wanna get out of here then? I got a big ass bed, baby.”
“Oh, shit. Yeah, yeah,” She hadn't expected this response, and her surprise was adorable. “For sure, for sure. But I gotta drop my friend off and head back to mine to get my stuff. I can meet you back at yours?”
Your smile answered her question, and she nodded, placing a soft kiss on your lips, letting it linger before grabbing one last handful of your ass. “That's perfect.”
Irritation returned the moment Naci stepped away, and its cause inched closer to you now. You didn't have to turn around, those hands would be on your body soon, those invasive fucking hands. Like your hips, they too thought for themselves, and they did so now, as Shuri snaked them around your midsection from behind. Instinctively, you pushed back on her; you may not have wanted her, but your body knew her touch and it reacted in the way she liked.
“I see you're having fun, sthandwa.” Her breath hit your neck, and you shut your eyes to let it wash over you. So sultry, and that accent was not helping. Your compliance was to be blamed on the alcohol simmering inside you, because if you were sober, the Princess would not be able to hold you as she did now, you wouldn't allow her fingerprints to brush your sides, her lips wouldn't have pressed into the nape of your neck, and you damn sure wouldn't have moaned like you just did.
You bit your lip, swallowing the second cry attempting to leave your throat and you felt her chuckle as she swayed you. “Get off me, Shuri.”
“Don't deny your gorgeous body what she craves, baby.” Lips never left your neck; Shuri spoke each word into your flesh, letting her teeth press in just a bit.
“Get off me. I'm leaving.”
Her lips began their decline, traveling to your shoulders and you shuddered, just as she wanted you to. “You’d really let her fuck you?”
“Jealous it won't be you, Princess?”
Shuri pulled you closer, and you ground into her harder, letting her body get one last taste of what used to be hers. “Quite.”
“Aww, that's too fucking bad, your Majesty. Now get the hell off me.”
You ripped yourself from her hold. The wrong move; you knew this. Shuri slammed your back into the nearby wall almost immediately, remaining silent as she watched your bosom bounce, “This dress always did look good on you.”
“Shuri le–”
“Shush baby,” Her index finger pressed into your pillowy lips and you resisted the urge to suck it. Fuck. “You had your chance to speak, I’ve been allowing you to run that pretty mouth for weeks. Now it’s my turn, okay?”
You nodded, eyes blown and heart racing.
“You know I can't let you leave here to go fuck her right?” The dark tremor of her words went straight to your aching sex, and you cursed your body's eager reaction to her. You should be past this, you were past this, but your dampening folds said otherwise. “I was willing to let you have your fun, even if that meant watching some nobody touch you where I used to. Wasn't I being so fair?”
Another nod, but Shuri did not seem to be satisfied with this one, and she cupped your jaw harshly, fingers pressing deep into your cheeks, bringing forth a low gasp as your mouth popped open. “Sthandwa, when I ask you a question, you know I expect a response with words.
“Stop touching me, Shuri.”
She grinned before letting you go, and she stepped in closer to inhale your scent, shoving the musk of her own cologne straight into your lungs. Shuri's hands found your waist, tugging your hips closer to hers and she grunted under the collision, marveling openly at your ability to stifle your own. It was hard, you could admit that; denying her had been significantly easier when she was holding back.
“You don't want that and you know it.” Her fucking taunting smile, Jesus. The glint of her golden grills blinded you, and you were forced to shift your focus to her hands — her fingers. Gold covered those too, in the form of rings, and her iced-out Patek whirled your mind. Fuck.
You hissed when she slipped her ringed digits up against your bare cunt beneath your dress, pleading eyes boring into hers. “I can fucking smell you,” Shuri's head hit your shoulder as she slid her fingers through your wet folds, and she growled, the sound alone tightening your nipples. “All night I've been smelling you. You can't keep, fuck… you can't keep testing me like this.”
“Shuri…”
“Tell me to stop. Tell me I’m crossing my last line and I’ll leave you alone.” You bit your lip, pondering this. You should tell her to stop, reject her, shove her away. This was the logical thing to do, the healthy thing to do. But fuck, she was in your face, that cologne clogged your senses, the glimmer of her blinged-out teeth hypnotized you, and goddamn it, you wanted her.
When you relaxed into her hold she chuckled knowingly, “There's my girl.”
Shuri placed a capable palm up against the back of your neck, squeezing possessively as she guided you through a sea of warm bodies and out into the nippy night. The press of her fingers remained protective on the walk; you did not protest her guidance, ignoring the sloshing alcohol in the pit of your stomach.
Once inside the car, you crossed your arms, deciding at the last minute to put up some sort of fight. “Shuri, I don't thi–”
“Hush,” And you obeyed without question, falling back into old patterns as your ex-girlfriend snarled at you under ceiling stars, eyes stalking your barely covered body. “Spread your legs.”
You obliged, albeit hesitantly, and her digits climbed the insides of your thighs. “Fuck…” Her obsession with them had not waned over the three months you'd been apart, and you watched her get lost in them now: squeezing and kneading your thick flesh, gasping at the way they jiggled beneath her touch; Shuri loved the color contrast. Dark faded into darkest, and Shuri moaned as she trailed fingertips along the ombréd skin, inching closer and closer to your awaiting cunt.
“Can I keep going?” A genuine question, probably the softest words she'd offer if you were to oblige. But you agreed anyway, granting her permission to go all the way because you didn't want soft, you wanted rough and unyielding. Luckily for you, your Panther specialized in that.
“Three weeks you’ve been denying me, sthandwa. Three weeks of your little games.”
Of course she viewed it that way, because Shuri’s view of reality was so skewed. “Wasn't no games, Shuri. I just ain't want your ass.”
“Your cunt has been humming a different melody, pretty girl.”
Your clit jumped at her words, and she chuckled. “I hate you.”
“Have you convinced yourself that you actually do yet?” Shuri pushed your dress up, and you begrudgingly hoisted your hips to assist her in bunching it around your middle, rolling your eyes in the process. When your pussy was exposed to the warmth of the car’s air, Shuri sighed. “Fuck… let me see her.”
So you turned to face her in the passenger seat, sprawling wide and rewarding her with the prize she thought herself deserving of. You kept watch of her face: her gaping mouth, bulging eyes, that sexy bottom lip enfolded neatly beneath glittery canines. God, she's so fucking sexy, and your arousal intensified the longer your eyes stayed on her.
Shuri’s eyes, however, were not on yours. Big browns glued themselves to the moisture collecting at your core. You knew how wet you were, you felt every trickle of slick as it slid down your fat pussy lips, pooling right under your ass in the seat of Shuri’s Rolls Royce. But Shuri, she saw how drenched you were, she witnessed it now, and she salivated greedily at the sight.
She reached a hand out hesitantly, then pulled it back to herself, making you tilt your head in confusion. “Tell me I can touch her, give me permission.”
Her request was as surprising as it was attractive, and you bit your lip menacingly with a lone smirk. “No.”
“No?” It knocked the wind out of her, which had been your goal, and you only doubled down as you watched her right eye twitch. “You're denying me. Are you confident in this decision?”
Were you confident in this decision? The night was ending with the two of you fucking, there was no questioning this, but your choices now had all the bearing on how ruthless she'd be. But again, you were not looking to be handled with care.
“Beg me.” Shuri's shock was an image you wanted to hang alongside the gorgeous art in your home; priceless; only of its kind. “Beg for my permission, Princess.”
You were treading in murky waters here, you knew it, she knew it, but you would keep yourself afloat for as long as you could.
Shuri sighed, and you grinned over at her; you could tell she was fighting one of her own, and when you quirked your brow, she let it free, gleaming teeth on full display. “You don't play fair, pretty girl.”
“You know this, Princess.”
A hot hand groped your large thigh, nails digging deep into thick flesh as she tried her hardest to keep her fingers away from their desired location and you whimpered. “Please, thando-iwam, let me touch her, let me feel her. Please let me dip a finger inside, she's so soaked for me already, please let me take care of your gorgeous pussy.”
The thick drag of her accent made you wetter, producing a long groan, and you bucked your hips involuntarily, making Shuri smile. “Fuck, Shuri…”
“I take it, that's my permission? I can feel this pretty cunt now?” You nodded, and she shook her head. “You can do better than that. Give me that word I crave.” Her fingernails still indented your leg and she sunk them deeper now, almost deep enough to break skin and you cried out.
“Yes, Shuri! You can touch my pussy!”
She hummed, allowing her palm to flatten, and she began to massage the crescents her fingernails drew in your skin. “Oh… you have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into, my baby.”
Shuri reached over, and you braced yourself for the pressure of slim digits at your sopping core, but that sensation never came. Instead, the Princess reached for your purse sitting on the floor, examining the strap intently. “Yes, this'll do,” She mumbled to herself and you remained puzzled. Here you were, legs wide, wet pussy exposed, yet she seemed more interested in the bag you carried than your continued leaking for her.
She examined the chain, trailing her fingers along it, then that smirk you knew all too well made its umpteenth appearance. Shuri broke the strap roughly from the bag, making you gasp. “Shuri what the fuck?! That was fucking expensive!”
“Yeah, I should know, I bought it.” Shuri rolled her eyes, pushing onto her knees and reaching above you. You peered up at her, watching her work in utter confusion as she looped your purse’s strap through the grab handle overhead, securing it tightly. Then she pulled on your left arm, circling the chain around your wrist harshly before repeating the action on your right. Three loops on both arms made sure you stayed in place, and you grumbled, annoyed.
Once back in her seat, she marveled at her handy work, grinning wide as she licked her lips. “You should see how fucking helpless you look right now.”
With your arms suspended above your head, there was little movement you could do. The position turned you on, making the beat in your already throbbing cunt intensify, wanting desperately for Shuri to fucking stick something inside you. Your desperation shone on your face and she feigned a frown when you whined her name.
Shuri fiddled with the lustrous black beads on her wrist, plucking one away with a smirk, and when it flashed red, you knew exactly what you were in for. A slender finger pranced through your watery folds, she dragged it through slowly, never once brushing your clit, but you moaned from her touch all the same. “Baby, pl-ease, I need…”
“In due time, pretty girl.”
Her finger was wrapped in that dangerous tongue of hers soon after, your eyes pitifully following every swirl as Shuri moaned from that flavor she missed so much, then she returned her attention to the bead. That bead, so minuscule, but its power? Unrivaled.
You weren't ready for it.
Shuri pressed it into your clit anyway, tapping her wrists to begin the pulsations before starting the car, and you screamed. “God!”
•••
“Sh-Shuri, please! Fuck! Oh my god!” Your hips jerked as you shook under the vibrating bead stuck to your clit. Your juices were splashing everywhere, moans bellowing out your throat while Shuri drove leisurely down the street. “Oh fuck! Oooh please!”
The sensation had you flying, your lips were chapped and you thrashed, legs and tits bouncing frantically. She remained unbothered by your screams though, keeping her eyes on the road as you wailed beside her, defenseless against her creation. “Fuck!” Your arms were tired and sore, the metal from the purse strap bruising your wrists as you dangled hopelessly in the passenger seat. Your orgasm came knocking, and it was a violent rap, one your curling toes could not ignore.
“Don't fucking come on my seat.” She didn't look at you, though you could tell she wanted to. Shuri kept her left hand on the wheel, scratching her sharp jawline swiftly before letting the corner of her mouth twitch.
“Drif-faster!” It was barely a word, though it seemed to register, and she smirked fully now.
Her eyes met yours for the first time in fifteen minutes and you could've sworn they softened a little, but the look didn't last long; her menacing gleam returned and she tapped her wrist, upping the speed of the small ball demolishing your used bud. “Faster right? That's what you said?”
You couldn't react, couldn't respond because all your focus lay with containing your release to make her happy, and it was beyond difficult. The sounds of your drenched pussy kept climbing and your screams weren't far behind.
“I-I h-hate y-ou! H-hate you sooo fu-cking much!” Your shaking was uncontrollable, and Shuri laughed, reaching over to shove two digits deep into your seeping cunt. Similarly to her driving, her pumps were slow, barely scratching the itch you had, and it only fueled your anger. Fuck her, honestly.
“Yeah, keep saying that baby, tell me how much you fucking hate me. Getting me so wet.” She chuckled again, as she came to a complete stop at a yellow light. Demonic bitch. You imagined kicking her, but the sick fuck would probably enjoy it.
You were whining, on the verge of tears almost, the buzzing bead drilling deeper into your clit, and your hole tightened around Shuri's fingers. “I h-hate you!” You spared a glance down at your wet core, letting yourself become entranced with the way tattooed fingers fucked you as your creamy pussy wept around them.
Your head was spinning, and you slammed your eyes shut, biting your lip as you allowed your hips to rut into Shuri’s fingers.
“Come. I dare you.”
You didn't care, you couldn't hold it anymore. The pleasure was too much, and it had you reeling, all thoughts drifting to how badly you wanted — needed to frolic with the stars, you needed to come and you were going to. Right on her coaxing fingers, right on her already dampened seat. And you did, sucking her digits in deeper with your willful clench, and you screamed. You squirted, sprayed everything in the front seat as she fucked you through it, your body swinging from side to side.
When you opened your eyes you tried adjusting your blurred vision, and you took in your surroundings. You were still heaving, the bead still buzzing, but the tempo was softer now, massaging almost, and you sighed once you realized you were home.
“You really don't know how to follow instructions, huh?” Shuri’s drawl was but an echo as it bounced around your mind, making you loopier.
“Inside?” It was the only word on your tongue, and you hoped that she understood what you were asking.
Shuri smiled, easing her digits from your dribbling pussy with care, but she left the Kimoyo bead in place and you grunted. “Before we go in sthandwa, I need to know if you remember our safe words.”
You awarded her a weak nod, hoping it would suffice, but Shuri wanted to hear your shaky words. In part because she needed to know the two of you were on the same page, but also because she wanted to get off on your inability to speak without stuttering. “Three n-noble g-gasses cause y-you're a n-nerd.”
This made her chuckle, and she beamed over at your spent body, still dangling, still helpless as you sat in your mess, your black dress streaked with your cum. “You remember which ones, pretty?”
“Neon, good o-or keep g-oing. Xenon, slow down or b-break. Krypton, s-stop.”
“Good girl.”
You wanted to return her weak smile, but you opted for a scowl instead, earning yet another laugh from her. “N-Nerd.”
“I’d fuck you right here, just like that with those hands out of the way. Roll the windows down and open all the doors so the entire neighborhood can hear just how pitiful you are when I'm inside you. But, that wouldn't be fair, would it?”
Your body scorched at the thought of Shuri's threat; she wasn't bluffing. Her palm gripped your face again, but this time you leaned into it, granting yourself permission to bask in it like you wanted to. Shuri’s touch was addicting, regardless of its harshness, and you let yourself relax into the feel of fingers digging into your dimples, unashamed.
“I-Inside?” You asked again, and her smile was enough to set you on fire as you peered at her through hooded eyes.
“Yeah, we're going inside now pretty girl.” Shuri took one last look at your restrained form and the cum staining your thighs, biting her lip as her eyes found the low humming bead still attached to your tired cunt. Though its intensity had lessened, the continued vibrations were still too much, and you secretly wished she would rescue you from its assault, but you knew better.
Sleep spoke to you while you hung there breathless, and you felt inclined to listen as you tugged pointlessly on your tied-up wrists. Shuri sucked on her fingers as she watched you wiggle across from her, that satisfied little smile only served to infuriate you. You had not missed her games. She knew how badly you wanted her right now, and her wicked mind was content to watch you unravel.
There was a slow build in the pit of your stomach, stacking and stacking; another orgasm underway, but you were fighting it. “Sh-Shuri…”
“Alright.” She grinned, unbuckling her seatbelt and exiting the car. She was on your side in milliseconds, pulling the door open and she spun you, making you wince from the slight pain on your wrists. She did nothing to shield your body from passersby as she reached to untie you, and you whined. “You're a mess.”
You were, and you knew once you crossed the threshold of your apartment, you would only get messier. Loving lips kissed your blemished wrists tenderly once you were freed, your eyes finding hers immediately, wanting nothing more than to witness the care floating inside them, and you smiled at her.
“Pretty.” Her whisper shook you, and your heartbeat came alive, Shuri's knowing smirk alerting you that she was privy to its thump. “Can you stand?”
She allowed your nod this time, placing her palm on your back to steady you as your heels hit the concrete. You wobbled, but that was expected, and Shuri guided you inside slowly.
Thinking you were in the clear was a childish belief, one you fell victim to as you absorbed Shuri's touch. Once you stepped onto the elevator, all feelings of warm and fuzzy evaporated the second those doors slid shut.
“Shuri fuck!” The buzzing between your thighs returned and it came back stronger than before. You hadn't even seen her toy with her wrist. Fuck ass bitch, there was a special place carved in hell for her, this you were sure of. Your clit screamed out to you, begging you for relief as you listened to the sloshing happening at your core, slick trickling down your thighs, but you had none to offer. Your only defense was squatting down in the elevator with your hand gripping the railing.
“Oooh! Shu-ri, fuck you! F-Fuck you!”
Her back was to you, and you watched her shoulders rise with her words, “I'm so turned on right now by the sound and smell of you, I just might let you.”
“And you better not come.”
It was too late, you were already wailing, falling to your knees as a second flood came washing through you on the elevator floor. “Fuck! Shit oh my god, Shuri I'm fucking coming, I c-can't!”
She shook her head, passing a glance back at you only briefly before stepping off when the doors opened on your floor. “Walk.”
It was the only word you needed, it got you on your feet with zero assistance, and you staggered out of the elevator behind your ex, leaving a puddle of your release behind without a care. You were on her leash again, fully now, the thing you’d been running from for three weeks. But you didn't care anymore, you needed her in every way imaginable, and you would have her.
•••
You watched Shuri nervously from where you stood in the doorway as she checked herself out in the closet mirror, grinning wide and appreciating the shiny embellishments in her mouth. She twisted slightly in the swivel chair, but not once had she taken her eyes off her reflection.
Shuri was aware of her attractiveness. On any other person this behavior would be gag-inducing, but seeing the Princess of Wakanda salivate over herself before you now made your thumping clit jump under the slowing tremors of the toy clinging to it.
You were awaiting further instruction, too afraid to make a move without your Panther’s say. And Shuri used this to her advantage. She knew you’d stand there all night untouched if she forced you to, and you cursed your easy way of falling back in line for her.
“Khulula.” (take it off) There was no time wasted in between the toss of her command, and you ridded your body of your ruined dress, freeing your breasts and ass from confinement. When it hit the floor, Shuri's hot eyes found your bare skin from where she sat, their gaze predatory.
“Fuck, you're so sexy,” She sucked in her bottom lip, and you blushed under the heat of her compliment. “Can't believe I stayed away from you for three weeks.”
“Technically you didn't. You were al–”
That index finger of hers went up, clipping your sentence and shutting you up. “Crawl to me, sthandwa.”
It was automatic, your compliance, and you were on your knees, creeping slowly towards the Princess. Your mind and body never lost that need to obey, and they reflected this now, as you kneeled before her with her strong palm around your throat. She clutched your neck, squeezing softly and you let yourself get caught up in your dwindling oxygen flow.
“You look good on your knees for me.” She tightened her hold on your throat, leaning in to kiss you sloppily, and you whined into her mouth, chasing after the press of tender lips. Your desperation made her chuckle, and Shuri pulled away on purpose. “You want me to kiss you again?”
“Y-Yes Panther.”
The address made her grin widen; spitting it out was muscle memory, and Shuri graciously granted your wish. This kiss was harder, driven by her hunger for you and she hoisted you up by your throat, spreading her legs as she instructed you to sit between them in the chair. You pressed into her chest immediately, soaking up the vibrations of her laughter as you allowed her to spin the both of you to face the mirror.
“Look at yourself, baby” She pointed to your reflection and your eyes met in the glass. “You see how sexy this body is? Hmm?
A shy smile tugged on your lips, and you rolled your eyes. You knew Shuri would be expecting an answer though, and the way she squeezed tighter on your throat was the only warning you received. Her eyes were on yours as she spoke again, their intensity making you shrink a little, “Do you see how sexy you look right now? Answer me.”
“Mhmm.”
The pressure on your throat increased. “Not good enough, do better. Look at yourself and tell me how sexy you are.”
“S-So sexy. I’m so sexy.”
Her palm traveled up your neck eagerly and she moaned into your ear at the sound of your words, letting her ringed fingers clutch your face harshly. “Fuck… say it again.”
“I’m so sexy.”
Shuri nodded, dragging her digits down your face as she watched you twitch beneath their tingle, agreeing wholeheartedly with your statement. “Yes. You are.” Her hips bucked into your bare back now and you couldn’t help but giggle under the sensation.
Her squeeze on your face only grew in strain, her rings diving deep into your flesh and you winced under the ache. The sound caught Shuri’s attention, and she let you go, admiring the small trickle of blood brought about by her gold jewelry.
“Oh… thando-iwam, look what I’ve done to this pretty face. Will you forgive me?” Her grills came out to play, blinding you as that maniacal grin formed on her mouth; Shuri's plea for absolution was not sincere.
The pad of her thumb brushed the spot, sweeping the crimson droplet as one would a tear, and she locked eyes with you in the mirror, hoisting her finger to those gorgeous lips, and she sucked — swallowing your bright blood with a deep moan.
Witnessing this act, its intimacy, was enough to shove you straight into another release. “Panther, I’m gonna c-come again!”
Shuri smiled, licking her red-stained lips in the mirror before tapping your legs, and they sprang open. She wasted no time pulling the bead away, making you sigh in relief.
“Give me a word baby, where are you?”
“Neon.”
“Good fucking girl.” You watched as her inked digits dug into your depths, pulling a cry out of you when she nudged that special spot. Shuri fucked your cunt with ferocity, using her free hand to pull on your erect nipple.
You were shaking, spreading your legs wider in the chair as you watched those skilled fingers move in and out of your hungry hole. “Faster baby, faster! Fuck me faster!”
“You see how perfectly my fingers fit in this pretty pussy? You see how easily they slip in and out? She knows me. She missed me.” She bit your neck and you screamed, jolting forward into her thrusts as you nodded.
“Yes, Panther! She missed you! Keep fucking her like that, just like that Panther oh my god!”
She scissored those foul fingers inside you, pressing deeper into your g-spot with each jab and her grip returned to your throat, craning it downward to make you watch your cunt stretch around her. “Look at your pussy. Look at how she's coating my fingers fuck, you see?”
“Yes, Panther!”
“She can't make you feel like this. This pussy isn't hers. I'm the only one allowed in here, yeva?” (are we clear) You nodded, barely aware of who Shuri was referring to, but she craved a yes, and you were eager to offer it up.
She rammed into you, shutting her eyes as she listened to your unending squishing for her, your wetness leaking all over both of your bodies. Her thumb found your clit and she flicked it with precision, earning loud cries from you. “Keep doing that baby, just like that!”
Your poor clit; you could not aid her. “Tell me how much you hate me. Say it for me!”
“I fucking hate you, god I hate you so much! Ooh shit, I h-hate you!”
Her digits refused to relent, and Shuri moaned your name as she let her eyes stay trained on how well she drilled you with only fingers, smirking every time you clamped around them. “That's it, baby, make that big mess for me. Come hard around my fingers.”
“S-So close for you Panther, make me fucking come! Make this pussy cream for you baby, so messy for you!”
Your squelching cunt remained Shuri's favorite tune, and she listened now, looping the sound. If her thrusts into your back were any indication, she too, was on the verge of orgasm.
“My messy baby. Oh look at that, look at that cunt get fucked!” She kissed your neck, twitching aimlessly underneath you.
“Panther I’m gonna, I'm- fuck oh I'm coming, I'm coming baby shit!”
Your scream cracked as it floated out of your throat and into the air, causing you to go limp in Shuri’s embrace. She quivered, eyes shut tight, fingers still working your pussy. This wouldn't do. “Shuri, open your eyes.”
She bucked under you still, but those eyes remained closed as she grunted lowly. “Open those eyes baby, let me see them.”
Your voice was but a cool breeze as it whisked her lids open and she stared deeply into your soul as she permitted her orgasm to hit. “Bast! Y-You're in my head, got me so crazy I’m gonna come for you sthandwa, shit! D-Didn't even need to t-touch me fuck!”
“Do it for me, Panther. Wanna make my Panther come so hard in those fucking jeans.”
She cupped large handfuls of your breasts, tweaking each nipple as her eyes burned holes into your own in the mirror before you, jutting her hips tirelessly to get herself off. “Say it again.”
“I fucking hate you, Shuri.”
And those were the words to send her all the way. She moaned with wild exuberance, writhing in the chair as her climax engulfed her, never once losing your gaze. Shuri's mouth hung agape and her breathing hitched, warm air hitting your neck as she sank her teeth deep into your flesh as a means to ground herself.
It was the hottest thing you'd ever seen, largely because it’d never happened before, not this way around, and the pair of you laughed, allowing yourselves a moment to slowly come down from your highs.
“Where are you, baby?” She kissed her teeth marks and you shuddered.
“Neon still. Need more.”
Shuri chuckled, hugging your tired body close as she rocked you in the chair, “Tell me what you need. Maybe I’ll reward you for being so good.”
“Wanna taste you.”
She raised a brow, clearly surprised by your shameless request. “Oh?”
“Please can I taste you, Panther?”
•••
“Guqa Ngamadol.” (kneel)
You waited, palms face down on your bent knees with Shuri's cum-filled cunt looming above you.
“Ready?” An eager nod bobbed your head as you let your eyes travel the length of lean legs, watching as Shuri lowered herself slowly onto your face, and she sighed breathily the second lips covered her clit.
Immediately, she fisted your tight coils forcefully, “Yess baby. Bast!” You lapped her up, round eyes watching her abs quiver with each moan she produced for you, and you hummed in enjoyment of her flavor.
“Tell me how good I fucking taste baby!”
“So fucking good, Panther, missed your pussy so much!”
She ground into your lips with a little whine, though she tried to eat it before you could notice. Panther speed evaded her just this once, and you were grateful for it as you nestled deeper into her pussy with your tongue, inhaling sharply. Her hole was expecting you, permitting you to slip in with ease, accepting your light thrusts as Shuri tensed above you.
She was tugging your hair, pushing her cunt harder against your mouth and her cries told you she was near. You’d be drowning in her release soon, and the thought caused you to squeeze your legs together. She pushed harder into your face, smearing her cum, and you returned your attention to her clit.
“You look so sexy down there, wanna keep you on the ground until your knees fucking hurt,” She ripped your mouth away from her sopping center and you whined, pouting up at her. “Would you like that? To eat my pussy until those knees can't take it anymore?”
“Yes, Panther.” Her clit pulled you in like a magnet and soon you were latched to it again: licking, sucking, slurping everything Shuri gave you. Her pussy was addicting like that, one taste and you wanted to know nothing else.
Shuri rode your face now, and you knew what that meant. Your fingernails drilled into the delicate meat of her thighs and you upped your suction.
“Fuck! I'm close, sthandwa! Tell me again, tell me how much you hate me so I can come for you!”
“God I hate you! So fucking much!” You mumbled it into her pussy, shoving your tongue deeper, and Shuri’s hole locked you in place. You grinned, awaiting that scream you knew was underway and when it hit, Shuri's entire body convulsed above you.
“Shit! Shit! You're pulling it out of me pretty girl, just like that! Pull it all the way out, fuck!” And she collapsed onto her mattress, exhaling long and deep. “Come let me taste myself on your lips, baby.”
You scaled the bed, climbing up to pull her in for a long filthy kiss, and Shuri spent extra time sucking your tongue, cleaning the lastings of her release off your face. “I taste so damn good, shit.”
You giggled, pecking her again. “Yeah.”
“Your turn.” And she was on her knees, bouncing back instantly as she tapped your large thighs until you opened up with a squish, your messy pussy fluttering like a butterfly below her. “Oh… look at that.”
A slender finger found your folds ahead of her mouth, and you groaned, receiving a scolding brow raise from your ex-girlfriend.
She trailed kisses down your thighs, nibbling on your cellulite as she inched closer to where you needed her most. But her lips never met your cum-coated ones, she dodged them entirely, pressing her mouth into your stomach and hips instead. “Shuri…”
“Be fucking patient.” She spanked your pussy, sending droplets of your many orgasms flying before sinking her teeth into your abdomen as punishment.
Shuri leaned down, dipping her tongue into your ocean teasingly with a smirk that you felt, and a quick peck was placed on your clit.
“Evil, evil little cat.” You grumbled, and she laughed into your pussy.
Finally, in sank her tongue, long and wet, and your cry was angelic. Shuri ate your pussy delicately, licking every fold with care as she inched to your clit. Once it was in her mouth, she siphoned the weary bud, easing you into it. “Such a pretty pussy.”
Her tongue swiveled around your achy bud; you were so sore, so sensitive, but you needed more of her mouth. Her slurping increased in speed and ferocity, and soon you were thrashing, gripping the sheets as your Panther ate you out. Your body's defense to the sensation was to squeeze her head with your thighs, a feeling Shuri enjoyed.
There was a low laugh as you sealed her head in place, and Shuri sent that dangerous tongue deep into your leaking entrance as you tugged fistfuls of her hair. “Devour me like I'm your fucking prey, Panther!”
She moaned into your most delicate with a nod, “Baptize me in these thick thighs baby! Smother me!”
“Lap me up, you eat this pussy so good Panther. Fuck! Keep your tongue right there, r-right there!” You were close again, battling that familiar build pushing its way through your core, pulling on every muscle you had. You saw stars, mind spinning as you squeezed her head and yanked her curls. “I'm coming for you, Panther! Coming all over that face! Suck this fucking pussy! This your pussy!”
“My fucking pussy!” She latched onto your clit, digging her hips into the sheets violently with desperate moans. Something inside you cracked permanently with this orgasm. You screamed her name, grinding your cunt into her soaked face as you sucked in your last breath. Damp white sheets tangled around your body as you kicked your feet with Shuri still suckling you through your bone-rattling climax. You whined, needing desperately for her to stop, but not wanting to disappoint her.
When she finally came up for air, she was steeped in your cum, droplets of your wetness clinging to her curls. Shuri smiled at you, grills gleaming and you shied away. “I can't wait to fuck you stupid, pretty girl.”
•••
Shuri left no room for acclimation. It’d been months since she stretched your tight walls, and the gracious thing in this circumstance would be to allow you to adjust to the size of her girthy strap. But what was grace in the eyes of the Princess? Did she believe you deserved it?
Your answer to these questions lay in the way she plowed you mercilessly from behind. Shuri did not care, and she fucked you hard, drilling that sentiment into your dribbling pussy.
“Fu-ck P-anther!”
Her strap grazed your walls, and you felt every dent, every divot as she pulled out just to slam back in. Your cunt sobbed, widening with every thrust of the toy destroying your hole. The sensation it brought forth, one that tightened your chest; it made your mind blank as you readily accepted all of her. “Listen to that pussy baby. You're so pathetic, can't help getting this wet for me, huh?”
Shuri pushed into you, not waiting for a response as she grasped your wild curls, yanking your neck up forcibly. The action jarred you, and you gasped, staring helplessly at the image of her working you from the back in the mirror before you. “Look at that face. See how sexy you look when you get fucked?”
You couldn't respond, too busy gurgling your saliva as she rammed into your cervix without a care.
“Answer me when I fucking speak to you, pretty girl. Look at yourself, do you see why I’m so addicted to staring at you when I'm buried deep in this perfect cunt?”
“Y-Yes! Panther! So sexy!”
Your pussy pulled Shuri’s dick in, claiming the curved member as her own, and you took a long hard look at your gyrating body in the reflective surface. Gone was the freshness of your coils, now they laid damp on your sweaty forehead, moving only when Shuri fucked into you hard. Your parted lips were swollen as you screamed for her, eyes blown to bits, and you struggled terribly to keep them open. Your tits jumped under each of Shuri's movements, and that’s where you found her eyes in the mirror.
Their bounce hypnotized her now, each grunt she expelled brought out by your tight squeeze on her cock and the vision of your pointed nipples, no doubt with the fantasy of nibbling on them floating around her scattered brain.
God, you’d missed watching how caught up in your body Shuri got when she filled your tight cunt with her veiny strap. You were a dream to her, and she was shameless in letting that show.
“Listen to that cunt, she's screaming for me, baby. So damn wet and pitiful.”
“P-anther!”
A hard slap came down on your ass, and you watched the smack shake your entire body. Damn that strength of hers, the pain it came with watering your eyes, and you tried your hardest not to let them spill, knowing she'd only make fun of you, but when her palm collided with your heated skin once more, stinging the same spot, you couldn't help it.
“You're crying, baby? Are those tears?”
She drilled you, smashing into your g-spot so hard, you heard a low crack in your spine as you arched for her.
“Shut up,” A sweet symphony when slicked in Shuri's accent, though its demand was anything but. “All I wanna hear is this wet pussy as I dive into you. Can you do that? Can you shut up for me?”
You nodded, biting your lip as your tears rolled into your mouth to swim with your spit. You fixated on her face, and it contorted as she absorbed your clench, each dive into your deepness tugging on her climax.
“Listen to that, fuck! Yeah, let that pussy do the talking pretty girl!”
You were drooling, eyes rolling back in your mind every time Shuri thrusted into you. Your muscles ached horribly, but your core seemed fond of its little dance with Shuri's strap, sucking her in, spitting her out, and she was entranced by it. Whenever your eyes found themselves opened, you'd catch her staring at the space where her hips connected to your ass cheeks, grinning and reveling in the sound of squelching pussy and slapping skin.
You were close again: body bubbling in that simmering pot of ecstasy, thighs wobbling as an indicator to your ex. “Ooh not yet baby, the show is just about to start.”
You didn't make a sound, per her instruction, choosing to hone in on your noisy slickness as you chomped on your inner cheek.
“Yo, the door was open so I ju–” Delirium did not bar your recognition of familiarity. This voice was one you knew: Naci. She stood frozen in the doorway, clutching her backpack, shock and hurt covering that pretty face, and all you wanted to do was shrivel up.
Shuri’s plans differed from your own, however. She fisted your hair, turning your neck to face Naci who still stood unmoving, that smirk evident in her voice, “Oh, thando-iwam, look who it is. Natty was it? Say hi to Natty baby.” She kept fucking you through your heavy tears.
"H-Hi N-Natty." A fractured greeting falling from a fractured throat as Shuri knocked into you.
“You see how easy it was for me to slut her out, Natty? Look at her, falling apart all around me.” Her thrusts dug deep, and you realized this whole time she'd been holding back. That first plow in front of Naci carved a hole in your throat, and your mewls were back, filling the room with every evil rut of Shuri's devilish hips.
She tightened her hold on your hair, yanking ruthlessly as she rammed into your aching sex amidst your broken screams, “Tell Natty who's fucking you this good, baby.”
You were a babbling mess: face wet with tears and spit, words evading you, unconsciousness knocking on your open door. Your body heated around Shuri, and she took your lack of response as disobedience. An open palm found your ass again, and you yelped. “Fucking tell her.”
“Y-You panther!” You locked eyes in the mirror and she tutted.
“No,” She bucked into your cunt, splashing your wetness. “Don’t tell me, tell her. Use that mouth you like to run so much.”
You hesitated, obviously, but that need to please was on fire now, and you turned to face Naci as Shuri continued drilling your drooling pussy from behind. “S-Shuri fucks me s-so good!”
“Again!”
You gripped the sheets; you'd be coming soon. “Shuri fucks me so good! Only her!”
“Whose dick do you want?”
You were mortified, embarrassment clinging to you like the cum on your skin, “Only yours baby, nobody can fuck me like my Panther!”
This pleased Shuri, and her thrusts became loving. Each hip jolt nudged your spongy area softly, luring your orgasm to the forefront, and you let it collect in your depths, preparing for the spread of bliss. “Oh god! Don't Stop panther, don't fucking stop, fuck this fucking pussy oh my god!”
“Yeah, you take me so fucking well. That's my good girl. My good fucking girl.” She was grunting, groaning louder as she railed your tired hole and your pussy drank her in like the greedy little thing she was.
“I'm your good girl!” You exploded then, pleasure coating and massaging your sore muscles as you collapsed at the foot of the bed, barely clinging to reality.
Shuri chuckled darkly, “You hear that Natty? She's mine. See your way out please so I can return all my focus to my girl, and leave the door open. Need everyone in this damn building to know who she fucking belongs to.”
There was shuffling, quick footsteps out of the room, and you sighed, allowing the tension and shame to leave your body as Shuri gripped your hips, pulling you back on her large cock over and over.
“S-She g-one?”
She laughed, pulling out to slap the strap on your sore clit before diving back in. “Yeah, baby, she’s gone. Are you okay, talk to me?”
“Xenon.”
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“Put me inside you.” You laid on your back, staring up at her longingly as you wrapped anxious fingers around her strap, positioning it at your entrance. Shuri pressed into you; slow; steady, and the heat of your core swallowed her thickness inch by fucking inch as her jeweled canines punctured your shoulder.
“Use my pussy, Panther!”
Her tongue found your nipples, sucking pleasantly, biting just enough to pull a small whimper out of you, and she moved to the other, her swirling tongue sending tremors straight to your clit. “Relax, pretty. It's just us now.”
Her coos worked to soothe you, and you calmed around her, relinquishing your spent body to Shuri’s languid thrusts. “That's it. Let me take care of you. Wrap your legs around me, let me get deeper.”
Your ankles locked around her waist, and the way she rocked into you like you were her most precious thing had your sobs tumbling from your swollen mouth. Your puzzle was complete with Shuri inside you. You’d found that missing piece hiding underneath the couch cushions, and finally pushing it in place was euphoric.
“So good. Your p-pussy is s-soo good, sthandwa.” She nuzzled into your neck, very obviously near her edge as she stroked you long and deep.
Lips met her damp face, and she looked into you. “W-Want to fill you up, want to mark you.”
You nodded, “Mark me, Panther. Fill me. Claim me.”
She smirked, diving her dribbling tip deeper into your bundle of nerves, “You going to say it for me? Say it for me so I can paint your precious walls with my cum baby.”
You waited a beat, no words, just your breathless moans, and Shuri’s tired grunts. You grabbed her face, mimicking her favorite way of capturing your attention, getting lost in those fucked out eyes of hers as you opened your mouth, “I l-love you, Shuri!”
Her surprise came instantly, and so did her nut. “Oh fuck! Oh, fuck I’m coming so deep inside you baby! Shit!”
Shuri’s thick seed spurted into you through the tip of her strap, a familiar feeling, one you missed. And it made itself one you were likely to chase forever, you thought, as you succumbed to your own rattling release, spasming under your Panther with a low exhale.
She didn't respond to your confession, choosing to knock her hips harder into yours as she spilled her release into your already stuffed hole, “Oh baby, you see how creamy I just made your pussy? Look at that big mess we just made!”
“So fucking sexy panther, my pussy was made for you to fill!” Your low babbles made Shuri chuckle with each of her continued thrusts, they were sloppier now, less practiced, but she showed no signs of relenting.
Honestly, you needed a break, that previously established safe word frolicking tauntingly on your tongue. Unfortunately, though, your desire to please the Panther bloomed stronger than any other want or need forming inside you, so you let her keep fucking you through it.
Shuri pulled out, slapping the tip hard against your sensitive clit, and the action made you eat your sigh of relief. She no longer took up space inside your walls, which you appreciated, but gone was her previous kindness. “I bet if I placed my mouth back on this filthy swollen cunt you'll unravel completely. Am I correct?”
You gave her a broken hum, but it wasn't what she wanted. “Pretty girl, where's my answer?” A harder slap came down on your center, and you listened to the loud squelch created by the toy’s contact with your skin right before she slid back in.
“C-Cant.” Was all you saw yourself able to give her, and she let the fractured word suffice.
Shuri's lips pressed into your bruised neck, and you exhaled from the softness, though she still drilled into you as she spoke. “Do you want me to stop? Give me a word baby.”
“Krypton.”
Her thrusts came to a halt, and she eased out of you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and tilting your weak body to face her in the sheets.
“You gon make me say it again ain't you?” The way Shuri undressed your existing nakedness now made you ponder a query: Was it possible to exist and harbor genuine hatred for this Princess? Lying to yourself took energy, of which you had none now, so you accepted what you knew to be true.
She nodded, and you gave her a tired grin, “I fucking love you, Shuri.”
“I know.” She kissed you, burning you with her hot, love-stained lips and you let yourself fall again — into her and into everything that made her.
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As someone who has never even touched ATLA (anime), and has only ever seen the movie, let me give you a list of reasons why i absolutely adored it :
aang is literally a kid in this one, like he's a child hero and golden boy, and god, doesn't your chest hurt a little from seeing all that youth pain and pain? don't you feel raw?
katara is a total badass. i know some of the anime fans don't like how she's different, but i look up to her so much and she's younger than me canonically. i would die for her. i esp like the fact that she saw jet, liked him, but the second she realised he was kind of a cult-leader she went fuck that shit im out
ZUKO IS A SMALL BABY I WANT TO PET HIM HE'S A SMALL CHILD HE IS MY SMALL CHILD HAVE YOU EVER FELT SO TERRIBLY ABOUT SOMETHING THAT YOU WISH TO EXIST IN A TIME WHERE YOU COULD HELP IT HEAL
sokka being a playboy/summer-fling/taylor swift's james from the love triangle coded kinda guy makes so much sense. in the movie he was obsessed with one (1) girl and that never made sense to me. like okay bby pop off monogamous king??? but i definitely feel that sokka is not the kind of person (esp in this time of his life) to be a one-woman guy. also i want to see him get in trouble for it sorry idk
iroh is zuko's dad and none of y'all can convince me otherwise.
i am so obsessed with jet he's literally babygirl. sebastian ATE TF UP!!!!!!
the complexities of monk gyatso being a friend and sort of a parental figure. how aang brought out his childish side, and how life is so terribly aching and huge with grief. how it's palpable in every room. and how love is an intimate boyfriend to time's cruelty and god why can't we let there be tenderness? this isn't fair.
FLUFFY!!!!! BIG!!!!! DOG!!!!! I LOVE APPA!!!!!! HES SO CUTE!!!!!!
ozai is more despicable that any father ive read about or even my own. i wish him all the most terrible forms of daily death.
absolute brilliant fucking chad actors (sorry for using the f-word and c-word) they're absolute g's. i love every single one of them and their ability to act and their personalities and also THEY HAVE A BIG WATER BISON THAT LOOKS ADORABLE HOW ARE YOU NOT HAPPY (SORRY FOR USING THE B-WORD)??????
Rant being over, I respect y'alls opinions fr. I get that seeing somethings change or become different in a new iteration of your favorite work is tough. But let's remember the amount of effort and time it takes for these actors, sets and even storyboard artists to work on these things!!!! Life is so terribly short, why must you fill your time with dissatisfaction? Find the things you love about the new show!! Find the positives!!!
also azula is so luke castellan coded
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ICED CARAMEL — p.jongseong
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PAIRING: jay x fem!reader GENRES: fluff, slight angst WC: 3.7k+
WARNINGS: light swearing, a bit of a stalker and inconvenient guy with jay (y/n put that guy in his place). and that's it, let me know if i've forgotten anything.
NOTES: i've had this plot in mind for a while, but i didn't know which member of enhypen it could fit in with. thinking that it's been a while since i last wrote for jay, i decided to do this story, his. so enjoy, i hope you like it!
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An iced caramel almost every day of the week, except Friday, when it was an iced vanilla latte accompanied by a slice of cranberry cake.
Jay didn't know why he had decorated your order so meticulously. Maybe he knew, he just didn't want to admit it to himself. Even more so when his cousin – and also a cafeteria employee – was a pain in the ass every time you came in to spend the afternoon working.
"Your girlfriend's here" Sunghoon whispered as he closed the cash register, turning his body towards Jay and smiling broadly when he noticed his cousin's cheeks starting to take on a reddish tinge.
"She's not my girlfriend, asshole" Jay growled lowly and almost picked up the dishcloth to hit Sunghoon if it hadn't been for your presence near the counter.
"Hi."
Jay froze for a few seconds. The angelic voice and contagious smile you gave every afternoon you came in made the boy sigh just by existing in front of him.
"Hi, y/n" Sunghoon greeted you first, while the other still stared at you without saying anything "Same as always?"
"Yes, please" you said.
"Jay will take you to your desk in a moment" Sunghoon smiled back and let you walk away to your usual desk to sit down, picking up your work materials and focusing on your notebook.
Those few minutes of interaction felt like hours, because Jay only realized it when he felt Sunghoon's push against his body, bringing him out of the little trance he had entered without even realizing it.
"Stop acting like an idiot or she'll notice" he whispered.
"Realize what?" Jay whispered back.
It was then that Sunghoon let out a soft sigh, not wanting to attract the attention of the few customers in the café.
"That you're into her, Jongseong" he then rolled his eyes, preparing the iced caramel you always ordered since it was Wednesday.
You're into her. Sunghoon's words have echoed fervently in Jay's head countless times since he caught himself thinking about you.
It's not like it was your fault or his fault in the first place. Ever since Jay and Sunghoon decided to take over their grandfather's coffee shop, they've gotten to know the place's loyal customers. You arrived a few months after they took over, asking for Mr. Park, the nice little man who always served you the best-iced caramel in the area.
You had also recently moved into the building at the end of the street. The huge commercial building that Jay had seen you enter a few times after you left the coffee shop. You also chatted with him a lot of the time, since Sunghoon took care of the cashier and often cleaned up his cousin's mess in the kitchen. This gave Jay time to check out the customers – there were rarely more than three people there at the end of the day – so it was just you and one other woman there until closing time.
It was a rather pleasant routine, and it made Jay start fantasizing about your beauty and how your friendliness made him feel. Even Sunghoon wanted to admit that one day he heard his cousin whining because you'd gone to get coffee and hadn't stayed to talk.
"Maybe she's busy with work" Sunghoon tried to calm him down since he'd gotten the amount of sugar in the brownie wrong for the third time. Jay didn't want to lose another pastry because of a silly distraction.
Or not so silly when he started to notice how the conversations were getting longer. Sometimes both he and you forgot that you were working. You wouldn't respond properly to emails, while Jay would let Sunghoon take over the running of the establishment just to sit in front of you and talk for a long time.
You shouldn't treat a customer so intimately, Jongseong. He could hear his grandfather's voice very well if you were there. Surely Grandpa Park would take him out of the coffee shop and leave only Sunghoon there, as a form of punishment for making his cousin deal with everything while he sighed unconsciously at the figure of the wonderful woman in front of him.
"Take it to her and, please, act naturally" Sunghoon finished his coffee and closed the cup, handing it to Jay "Unless you're brave enough to propose…"
"That's not going to happen" Jay was quick to say.
"Then watch the coffee, or I'll take it out of your paycheck."
He wanted so badly to curse his cousin right then but settled for a small grimace as he watched Sunghoon serve two other customers.
Jay slowly walked up to the second floor of the café. It was more secluded and quieter than the entrance hall, which many people liked because of the view. You, in particular, preferred to stay in the corner of the small months of that place because it was more private and quiet. That way your work could be completed and, as a bonus, you'd get to spend a few minutes chatting with Jay.
That wasn't in your plans. Smiling like an idiot at one of the owners of the coffee shop you went to every day. It was unethical with his work and, above all, you could have been taking advantage of him as a customer since Jay was only being nice to you.
He could be like that with all his clients, you thought. You really wanted to sabotage yourself so you tried not to think about the guy so much. Big mistake. Because every time he came to deliver your coffee, staying for a chat, you found yourself deeper and deeper in the pit of desire. The wish that you could ask him out or simply tell him how beautiful he was.
Would that be so bad?
"Your iced caramel right here" Jay's voice made your thoughts fly away. A quick smile adorned his lips as he approached and, as soon as he placed the glass on the table, he pulled out a chair in front of you to sit down.
You took the drink quickly to feel the cold, caramelized taste go down your throat. It was as addictive as looking at Jay and that smile he was wearing.
"Busy day?" the boy asked after a few seconds in silence, just watching you sip your drink.
"And tiring" you put the glass down again "Not to mention it's stressing me out a bit."
"Do you want to share?"
You wanted so much to tell Jay what was bothering you. To tell him how you felt and why you were so stressed about everything that was happening, but fate had something else in store for you.
"Y/n" that voice gave you the creeps, that's for sure. You closed your eyes for a few seconds as you heard footsteps approaching.
"Terry" you tried to smile at the man as soon as you opened your eyes and saw his figure standing right behind Jay.
Terry looked at the boy sitting in front of him with apparent disgust as he looked back at you.
"Am I in the way of something?" Terry asked.
"Yes" you whispered.
"No" Jay said loudly, getting up from his chair and straightening his cafeteria apron "I was already leaving anyway."
"No, Jay…" your weak voice didn't give him a chance to hear you as you packed up your chair to leave.
"Bye y/n, enjoy your coffee."
He left so quickly that you didn't even manage to call him by his surname, let alone shout any syllables to make him understand that he could stay. So, now looking at Terry right in front of you, the man had a serious countenance that made you nauseous.
"Are you seeing that barista?" he sounded disgusted as he spoke.
"What if I am?" you retorted.
"Then it would be very decadent of you to deny me dinner, instead of agreeing to go out with this…"
"Look, Terry" you cut him off gently, even though he didn't deserve anything coming from you "If you've come here to say something about it, please, it's the place I like to work. I don't like being interrupted."
The man just nodded in agreement, waving a briefcase in his hands that you hadn't realized he was carrying until just then.
"I've come to give you this, the boss asked for it" Terry left it on the table where you were sitting "And maybe you and I…"
"Terry, please" you sighed loudly this time "No."
He shook his head once more, turning his lips into a thin line as he took a few steps back. Slowly walking away before saying goodbye to you and walking down the stairs of the café.
Terry stared angrily across the room at Jay as if he had done the most horrible thing in the world, before opening the door and leaving almost immediately.
Sunghoon, on the other hand, realized this and looked at his cousin, who had a serious look on his face. His eyebrows were knitted together in a scowl that he had seen only a few times on Jay.
"May I ask what happened upstairs?" he asked.
Jay just sighed, trying to ignore the fact that his heart was still racing and he had no idea what had happened upstairs since he had left. But something inside him was bothering him, Jay wanted not to feel that kind of thing.
"Just… Please…" he finished arranging the sweets in the display case, closing the glass and raising his body after he'd finished his work "From today onwards, it's up to you to bring the coffee to y/n's table, okay?"
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Torturous weeks in which Jay didn't show up to deliver your coffee in person. You knew very well that it was because of Terry's appearance that day and how extremely unnecessary he was with Jay.
You wanted to ask if the man had said anything after he left, but he never even came to your table. Always ordered Sunghoon to hand over his things with the excuse that the movement was driving him crazy. Or that there were some sweets left to prepare, so he couldn't leave at the moment. Your mind was screaming at you to ask what was going on or if it was all in your head because it was affecting you much more than you wanted it to.
Friday, the day you ordered a slice of cranberry cake and Jay always made a joke that it was the cake that came out the least. That he, in particular, had never eaten a necessary and worthy piece except for tastings when he made the pastry. With Sunghoon's help, because he did like it, Jay wasn't a big fan of that cake.
And you were beginning not to want to ask if the result was that he didn't bring it. Not that you hated Sunghoon… Not at all! He was nice, and funny. It ran in the family, that's for sure. But there was something about Jay that you couldn't explain. Something that had ripped every fiber out of your body simply because you couldn't stop thinking about him, and that was only making it harder as he became more and more distant.
"I'll kill you, Terry" you said to yourself when, once again, you saw Sunghoon approaching with your request.
He seemed to guess that some question was meant for him, so the boy always answered something different than the last time. It was as if Sunghoon wrote down every answer he gave you so as not to repeat any and try to convince you that Jay was too busy.
"The macarons are a lot of work today" he smiled, taking the plate of cake from the tray along with his iced coffee of the day "Jay is very busy and…"
"Sunghoon, can I ask you something?" if it wasn't now, it wouldn't be ever again. You had to have the courage to ask, after all, what harm would it do? He could run away from your question or simply lie and walk away as if nothing had happened.
"Of course" he continued, smiling at you after your order had been placed on the table.
"Is Jay avoiding me because that man was here the other day?"
Yes.
"Not that I know of" Sunghoon wanted to abandon the intrusive voice in his mind to answer the obvious, but decided to stick to what he had promised his cousin "He's not avoiding you, it's just that—"
"Terry is absolutely nothing to me, Sunghoon" maybe they both thought that idiot was his boyfriend because he thought he could be something other than a work colleague. And an idiot who didn't know how to take an attack.
"No?" Sunghoon seemed surprised by that confession, making you laugh.
"He's just a jerk who thinks he's something to me" you took a piece of your pie to eat "Terry asked me out a few times, but I politely declined. Now he won't stop bothering me."
"He's an idiot" Sunghoon shrugged, making you laugh again.
So things were falling into place now and he could understand why the man had left with a frown the day he entered the coffee shop. Maybe he'd met Jay upstairs, thought of something and you'd blown him off after Jay came down.
"You know what, y/n?" Sunghoon pulled out the chair in front of you, sitting down just as Jay used to do when he took your order to the table. You paid close attention to everything the boy in front of you said, afraid of missing some important part of what he had to say "Both you and Jay are wasting your time."
"Hello? What… What do you mean?" luckily you took your time drinking your iced coffee, otherwise, you would have choked on Sunghoon's sincerity.
It was the boy's turn to laugh and relax as he leaned back in his chair.
"You know very well what I'm talking about" he tried to suppress a smile as he stared at his slice of porpoise being cut by the fork and you playing with the topping "That was a misunderstanding on account of that idiot… What's his name again?"
"Terry" you said.
"Yes, Terry" Sunghoon continued "And I think both you and Jay need to talk about this."
"And how am I supposed to do that if he's avoiding me?" you sighed, eating the cake you loved so much while looking at the other Park in front of you.
"Well, I can fix that next week" Sunghoon smiled, making you smile too as you finished chewing your cake to answer him.
"How will you do that?"
"I need to think about it because Jay is very difficult when he wants to be" he prepared to get up, greeting you before leaving "But I promise to help you both. I can't stand seeing my cousin and that scowl all day."
Waving to you, Sunghoon left to continue serving the other customers. Leaving you pensive and, strangely, looking forward to next week.
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Jay felt like an idiot for having that kind of resentment towards you. He hardly knew what had happened, in fact, but seeing you walk into the cafeteria only made his chest tighten.
Why feel that way about someone he barely knew? Come on, Jongseong. You were just talking! He wanted to faithfully believe that it was just that, that he couldn't be fooled by someone who was a loyal – and incredibly beautiful – customer of his workplace.
It didn't help when Sunghoon made a point of calling you to the counter, taking longer than usual to take the weekly order that everyone already knew by heart. This could only be a huge joke on his cousin's part.
"Can you prepare y/n's coffee?" Sunghoon asked in a low voice. Jay shook his head and looked ahead, noticing that you were sitting at a table further away, but now downstairs and not upstairs as you usually did.
"Why? I'm busy and—"
"I need to attend to the tables upstairs, everything's full" that part wasn't a lie. But Sunghoon didn't have to tell him that he had already waited at half the tables and only had to take a bottle of water to a girl who had ordered without any hurry.
Jay didn't have much to deny you, after all, you were a customer and he couldn't afford to miss an order like that. So, preparing your iced caramel as he always did, he felt his fingers almost crack the plastic when the door opened, revealing Terry.
That man at whom Jay felt a sudden rage just from the exchange of glances between them.
Terry didn't even bother to say hello, walking over to the table where you were and sitting down without saying a word. Now, more than quickly, Jay had to finish your order and run to the table to give it to you. At least to find out what was going on and what Terry was doing there.
The iced caramel was prepared with care, even though the boy's nerves were on edge just to run to the table. As soon as he arrived, Jay hissed softly to get his and Terry's attention.
"Your iced caramel" Jay placed the glass on the table "Sunghoon is busy with the tables upstairs…"
"Thanks, Jay" you took a long sip of the drink, the familiar taste making your whole body relax as you looked at the boy and then at Terry "Aren't you leaving?"
Jay almost froze, thinking the question had been directed at him, but no. His eyes didn't leave Terry as the question was asked.
"We need to talk, y/n."
Your gaze soon met Jay's, he looked as lost as you because this wasn't part of Sunghoon's plans. You, in fact, had no idea what the other Park had prepared. And speaking of him, the boy's orbs were almost popping out when he saw Jay standing near your desk and Terry sitting right in front of you.
Sunghoon didn't think much of it and quickly went over to all of you to see what was going on.
"Hey, is everything all right with your order around here?" he asked.
"Yes," you smiled, "Terry was just leaving."
There was a short silence before he got ready to leave. He didn't wave or look back as he left the café in heavy, hurried steps, leaving you with the two Park baristas standing next to your table.
"Y/n… Are you okay?" Sunghoon asked.
"I have to go" for the first time all week, you left without finishing your coffee. Without saying goodbye to either of you and, what's more, without smiling as you always did when you walked through the door and waved to the guys at the counter.
"Go after her" Sunghoon turned quickly to his cousin.
"What? I—"
"Jay, go after her. Now!" he ordered so desperately that it was as if Sunghoon depended on it. And, of course, he did. Because his cousin's performance had gone downhill after that weather. You also didn't seem as cheerful as you always did, even on the most troubled days at work.
So he felt he had to do something, and he knew he'd made the right request as soon as Jay quickly untied his apron and ran out of the café. Almost tripping over his own feet as he tried to catch up.
Sunghoon could handle things on his own for a few minutes, he thought. Because if his cousin had asked him to run, Jay wasn't going to disobey. He wouldn't miss his chance even if he didn't think he had one.
"Y/n!" he shouted so loudly when he saw you cross the street to enter the huge corporate building on the other side.
To Jay's surprise, you turned around so quickly that you were only able to process the boy's presence when he had already crossed and stopped right in front of you.
He was panting, his hair tousled by the wind and the light jog. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to normalize his breathing and looked at you so closely that you wondered if you had ever been in such proximity before.
"Jay? Why are you here? Why… did you come running?"
You also tried to fight the urge to scream at the sight of him standing right in front of you. The smell of cologne invading your nostrils and realizing that you were completely right when, one night, you fantasized that he was annoyingly smelly.
And even more beautiful once he was bent over far enough, leaning his forehead against yours.
"I don't know what I'm doing here, to tell you the truth" he whispered so close that you couldn't tell if that slight breath of air was Jay's breathing or the wind off the street "I just felt like I needed to come."
"I guess you did the right thing, then."
If Jay didn't know why you'd run over there – or he did – you were going to pretend you didn't either because your hands went to his face to pull him closer, before you felt Jay's lips against yours.
That had been the perfect kiss for as long as you could remember. The way he managed to hold you, tangle his tongue in yours, and press his lips to yours… It was as if Jay's mouth had been made to kiss you. As if that moment had to happen that way.
After breathing became necessary for both of you, Jay made a point of still staying close to you after the kiss stopped, just feeling your breathing normalize against his mouth before laughing softly.
"What?" you asked, laughing along with him as Jay's hand slid slowly down your cheek.
"I never thought I'd like iced caramel like that…"
For a few seconds, you didn't understand what he meant, but as soon as Jay kissed you again, holding your face firmly between his hands, you knew.
The coffee he had prepared minutes before was on your lips, now being transferred to Jay. He knew it was your favorite, he knew iced caramel was famous for a reason. He just didn't know he'd get hooked on tasting it any other way.
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ohmyeyesmyeyes · 6 months
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take 2
nico hischier x actress!f!reader
fc: sophie turner
warnings: swearing
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ynofficial: i heart nj
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claudiasulewski: first
maya_henry: mother is mothering
user1: WHO IS COWBOY
ynofficial: you mean you haven't heard 'cowboy like me'?
user2: what of nico?????
user3: DID HE SLIDE INTO UR DMS
taylorswift: i heart u
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user4: POV you came from deuxmoi's blind item 👀
user5: oui
ayoedebiri: ur pretty
jackhughes: yo
user6: no
user7: this is the wrong nj player commenting, i forbit it
user8: jack baby snap out of it
user9: only y/n could get the captain to wink at her and the social media heartthrob to comment on her ig
user10: ✨✨✨ BEST BELIEVE I'M STILL BEJEWELED ✨✨✨
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deuxmoi: there were a few blind items submitted relating to the same A lister and athlete, and others also hinted at said sports star's respected status in the city, and his private nature, thus the lack of photos from the night
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user11: LOVING HIM WAS REDDDDD
user12: no bc i ship it so hard
user13: there's absolutely zero way that they're not talking about y/n and nico 😭
user14: in y/n's recent post she was wearing a sparkly star dress too
user15: me bc nico won't be protected from all the y/n girlies anymore: 😢😢
user16: THEY MOVE FAST IF THIS IS TRUE
user17: okay but my thinking is that they knew each other prior to the hockey game???
user18: RIGHT???
user19: THERE WAS SOMETHING ABOUT THE WAY HE KNEW WHERE SHE WAS SITTING THERE'S NO WAY A HOCKEY PLAYER CAN PINPOINT SOMEONE'S SEAT THAT QUICK UNLESS THEY ALREADY KNEW WHERE THEY WERE SITTING
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hockeygossip: LATE ARRIVAL FOR Y/N L/N TO NASHVILLE HOCKEY AWARDS 2023. PICTURED WITH DEVILS HOCKEY CAPTAIN NICO HISCHIER MOMENTS AFTER HER LATE ARRIVAL.
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ynofficial: because the first launch failed ☺️
📸: nicohischier ❤️
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user21: IT'S HAPPENING IT'S HAPPENING EVERYBODY STAY CALM
user22: [tyres screech] [distant crash] [sirens] [crying] [heartbeat monitor]
user23: AHHHAH AHHAA HAHA *faints*
user24: he's taking a photo of her 😭
user25: the way she's looking at him and his concentration 😭
user26: your honour they're in love
user27: YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THE GAME THING WAS THE INITIAL HARD LAUNCH BUT WE ALL MISINTERPRETED IT???
ynofficial: ...yes
user28: WE'RE DUMB WE APOLOGISE
jackhughes: this is cute
nicohischier: can i get your number?
ynofficial: sure, it's #13
nicohischier: 😲😲
user29: you know it's SERIOUS bc she's never been ig official before
user30: fr she didn't even post callum mf turner, if i was her i'd have been yelling from the rooftops
user31: SHE SAID ALL THAT ABOUT HIM IN AN INTERVIEW OH MY GOD I'M DYING
user33: 'he's patient, kind, intelligent, calm, and just a really beautiful soul' I BELIEVED IN YOU NICO ALL THIS TIME
user34: nico fans are really winning here
user35: SHE MADE IT FOR THE END OF THE AWARDS
user36: but that pap photo from instagram? the way they were looking at each other has me in my own puddle of tears in a nest of already used tissues bc they're adorable
user37: that photo single-handedly instilled in me the belief that love does exist
user38: they're my 'don't take risks on dangerous roads' couple now
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nicohischier: it's come to my attention that there's been a lot of talk about my relationship lately, and i just wanted to come on here and confirm that i am batshit crazy for this woman, and pathetically in love with her. so, yes, the rumours are true 😊
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jackhughes: first
john.marino97: whipped
nicohischier: yep 💪
jackhughes: why are you ignoring me
nicohischier: because you haven't said anything worth commenting on
ynofficial: i'm a sports watcher for you
nicohischier: appreciate it, thanks
ynofficial: you're welcome
user39: i think i love this awkward conversing
user40: it's my aspiration in life to have that
lhughes_06: happy for you, cap 😁
jackhughes: *cough* suck up *cough*
tmeier96: ABOUT DAMN TIME 👏👏
ynofficial: you can rip that NDA up now
tmeier96: i might frame it for sentimental purposes
ynofficial: really?
nicohischier: that's suspicious
siegenthaler34: in my defence i did try my best with the jumbotron incident
nicohischier: and we're very thankful for that
ynofficial: if anything it helped thicken the plot 😂
siegenthaler34: it was pretty funny
user41: THE y/n l/n being the captain's wag wasn't on my bingo card for this year
nicohischier: you and me both
ynofficial: please, i was a goner from the very SECOND you smiled
nicohischier: the very second? 😏
ynofficial: stfu and bring the coffee
nicohischier: as you wish
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𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)
PART 17
PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , PART 10 , PART 11 , PART 12 , PART 13 , PART 14 , PART 15 , PART 16
A/n :
i have JUST finished Penacony, and i have to say, THAT WAS A WILD RIDE FR HELP ?!?! i did NOT expect it to end that way. Okok, hear me out, you might cancel me or whatever, but opinions are opinions right, and i LOVE how they made Sparkle some little gremlin that REALLY knows how to flame people good. ye ye i know about the things happening on twitter, but push that aside. that's merely a reference. all in all, the races in the game still dont exist. and getting mad at a fictional VILLAIN is somewhat hilarious to me ngl...i never even SAW the racism until i watched tiktok. my eyes. anything on tiktok is like...corrupting my brain rn and i hope your fyps are favoring you all too ! But still. We're all humans and we all have our opinions. so dont start messing around and bullshitting people online youre never gonna meet, okay ?
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Back then, he was only a young man, staring up at the starskiffs that flew by in the sky. He looked no older than a mere teen, but as a Xianzhou native, looks are VERY deceiving. Even for someone as young as Jing Yuan.
The young man looked up at the sky, his adolescence was only peaking up back then. But even so, he was a splendid Cloud Knight, already the climbing up the ranks to be a Sword Champion like his master. Though she had shielded him from much the horrors she had faced when she was a mere child, she tried her best to raise her student as her very own.
He remembered seeing his friends earlier, during the crowning of Jingliu as the Legendary Sword Master, entitling her with the nickname transcendent flash due to her movements that had seemingly cut through time and space within a blink of an eye. They all came around, wanting to congratulate her.
There was the legendary craftsmen, though hailing from another land and being a short-lived species, he had come to present to her the sword made of alien material, shining ebony matte black even under the bright sun. And not far behind him, was the Imbibator Lunae, coming over adorned with his robes of silk and jewelry of jade. Then, there was the mischievous Baiheng who roamed across the stars and set to stay on the Luofu.
But clinging to the sleeve of the High Elder of the Xianzhou Luofu, like a little lost girl, though he was sure that she was most likely just a couple decades younger than the Imbibator Lunae himself. And with the glaucous horns perched atop her head, he knew that she was inevitably the relative of this royal dragon before him, the one they called Saltator Lunae.
She was a beautiful young woman, with bright, curious (e/c) eyes that shone with wonder for the world. Her silky (h/c) hair was held up with a beautiful hairpin made of glass that seemed to be sturdier than plain ceramic he saw the nobles wear. But it matched her innocent look, and it seemed to him that she had yet to see more of the outside world.
He saw her for a mere glimpse, and she seemed to be talking to either her brother, or Yingxing the craftsman who seemed to be very much absorbed into his conversation with her. The middle-aged man even seemed to adore the young woman.
'Cute...' he remembered thinking as he saw her.
It was hot that day, and he was just fresh after training. But after remembering his master's swordsmanship, he quickly got back up, grabbing the sword he used to train, and went on with his practice. There was still much to learn, much to face before he could even dream of being half the person his master was.
"Jing Yuan, meet Imbibator Lunae's younger sister. Saltator Lunae." Jingliu said, appearing seemingly out of nowhere, as he was in the middle of training.
And he saw her again, from a much closer distance. The pretty girl from the other day, this time with an intricate hand fan in her hold, closed. This time she seemed much more...reserved ? Was it because her brother wasn't around ?
"Huh ? Sister ?"
"Yes, she'll be training with you. Other than Cloudhymn magic, she wants to learn about forming wind and water together to form ice. It doesn't hurt to learn more, especially from someone with core differences like you, Jing Yuan."
"Ah..." sighed the General as he shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts. He chuckled softly, looking at the item in his hand, which was a small decorative hand fan.
It was a beautiful oriental fan, with intricate designs carefully inked and dyed with care and professional handling. And it was no ordinary fan, instead it was a beautiful silk fan that he had seen her hold on the day they first met....
And was entrusted to him by Dan Feng who loved his sister very much before he had to part from this world.
The fan just...was just a reminder of what sunny days he blindly lived through, never anticipating the position he'd assume current day...
"General ?" A young voice piped up, snapping him out of his dampened mood.
The General turned to see his retainer by his side, peering cautiously at the fan in his master's hand, knowing that it must've belonged to someone of position and status. Especially since the wood forming it was no ordinary slice, but rather elaborately detailed to the smallest feature.
"Yes, Yanqing ?" He responded back, the lazy cat-grin on his lips as his golden eyes met one he considered his son.
"Lady Fu Xuan has given signal that she has deployed the anomaly team towards the suspected location of the Plagues Author's devotees." Yanqing said, the young boy nodding his head to signal to his master something.
"Thank you, Yanqing. It is time for me to depart, and reunite with the princess herself face to face. I cannot have the Ace of the deck be pulled out before its time." Jing Yuan said as he placed the fan onto the table, and rose to his feet.
"An...ace of the deck...?" Yanqing asked, cocking up an eyebrow as he suspiciously eyed the General of the Xianzhou Luofu.
"Yes. One of the keys in saving the Xianzhou itself." Jing Yuan said, giving no room for his retainer to further impose on his agenda.
"Now, Yanqing. I will be leaving to coincide with the Master Diviner's troupes, and those stationed in the Alchemy Commission." Jing Yuan said with that same smirk plastered on his lips.
"Do not lay your foot in a trap laid down by yourself, lest you be the hunted instead of the hunter." Was Jing Yuan's final warning before he walked off to leave the Seat of Divine Foresight.
But what he didn't know was that his little apprentice had been exposed to the sights of the legendary without either of them noticing it. And this youngling was very much eager to try his new profound knowledge in bringing justice to the land he served.
Though the General had yet just finished another meeting with the Master Diviner, even issued her with the official warrant to temporarily command the Cloud Knights, it was clear that things were far from over now. Affairs on the Xianzhou Luofu this time wouldn't be so easily averted, not with the interference of outsider hands in this matter.
He shook his head as he remembered the contents of the earlier discussion with Fu Xuan earlier. He remembered the troubled face of (Y/n) who had not dared utter a word as he issued another errand for the Astral express team to run.
He remembered his own words, spoken with his regular slyness and his lax tone in order to conceal what he truly felt inside...
"Miss Tingyun, I would like you to continue to serve as a guide for our Astral friends. And Lady (Y/n)..." he said, trailing off as he turned to look at her.
She looked...troubled. Biting her lower lip was a habit she had built long back during the prime era of the High-Cloud Quintet. Not only did she look troubled, she also seemed quite...saddened. Perhaps...it was the memories that surged her, or even the weight of her duties to reseal the Ambrosial Arbor. And everyone knows that...Lady (Y/n) isn't quite complete in herself...
"I hope you understand the importance of your presence within this mission. I am sure that the team will be able to safely escort you through the paths, and guide you safely to the Alchemy Commission."
He had once again broken the rules and regulations of the Luofu. With the next task he issued...was to get the Astral Express team towards the Ambrosial Arbor through the Alchemy Commission's delve. It was a hard decision, knowing the routes they needed to pass through were heavily infested and affected by the growth of the Ambrosial Arbor and it would be increasingly dangerous for (Y/n) to continue venturing along.
But he had no other choice yet in this matter. She was the King piece in this chessboard. Though her Queen piece...was nowhere in sight.
But he knew that man would appear sooner or later. Along with the young prince, who served the missing half of the current king's severed power.
He just hoped she was faring well.
"Phew ! That deer sure was a tough one !" March said, a relieved smile on her lips after the team had departed from the Alchemy Commission and saying good by to a certain...Furnace Master.
"Quite a deer friend indeed." Replied her companion, Stelle, who earned a tired groan from March due to her pathetic excuse of making jokes.
"But Lady (Y/n)..." March said, looking at the woman who was walking ahead of them, her back turned towards the team. Robes of expensive silk fluttered in the wind behind her, light shining off the material. Her (h/c) swayed in the wind, giving off nothing but an air of royalty.
But despite her ice cold gaze...everyone saw how shocked she looked when Gongshu had introduced himself as the Furnace of Creation's master. The woman was silent, merely staring at the man before her, uttering not a word. But she bit her lip, as a way to prevent herself from saying more than she should.
Then there was the deer, the Ebon Deer that was nothing but an abomination. Colors of blue, gold and green, representing life, vitality and wealth. A beautiful yet horrifying mix of colors forever ingrained in her mind.
"Are you alright, Lady (Y/n) ?" Welt asked, making sure that the young woman behind her was faring well.
Fighting against the Ebon Deer was hard work, at it seemed that even (Y/n) had trouble against it before they dispelled the outer source of power it was extracting from the power of Abundance.
He watched her horrified reaction as it withered and yet regained its former state, almost as if she were haunted by the extremes of power an Aeon can possess...
Or perhaps were those the same eyes of the people who fought in the War of Abundance...? The eyes that witnessed fear and loss time and time again. Maybe...perhaps even those eyes were included in the horrors of the abominations.
Powers of the Vidyadhara were nothing short of the definition of power itself, but she struggled to face it off, as if having second thoughts while fighting, or even extending the period of fighting just to conduct a couple observations and conclude a couple thoughts.
This woman...was trying to learn something. Gain an insight, perhaps...?
Even as Welt was making his own observations and conclusions regarding the change of paths from the Abundance to the Hunt, (Y/n) stood away from them, deep in her own circle of thought.
"I...am alright." Said the regal lady, dusting of the sleeves of her dress. It was tough, but she knew there was more to come, especially with the warning Jing Yuan had discretely yet undoubtedly been trying to relay to her.
Her presence was playing a crucial part in this play of his.
Did that mean...she had to meet...his reincarnation...?
Jing Yuan had never told her what had become past the period of molting rebirth. But did she really want to know...?
"It's just...that deer..." she said softly, shaking her head. "Reminded me of someone."
The man she loved, falling at the hand of the abundance, due to some...forbidden ritual they were trying to pursue. And he too...began one of the Abundance. Healing time after time, without even having a say in his own life.
The woman looked back to meet the gaze of her worried companions. All sorts of gazes landed on her form, pity, worry, concern, understanding...she appreciated them all, but...
"That's enough. We should keep going. The Alchemy Commission...shouldn't be far from here now..." said the dragon lady before she turned on her heel to leave the scene.
Right...there was no need to say anymore. Words...could not convey the feeling of loss she felt etched deep inside her heart. Nor did the memories even fulfil the void that grew day by day, with a certain longing for times of old to resurge...
Through the gates of the Artisanship Commission, it led the team straight towards the Alchemy Commission, a delve where all the medicinal and healing practices were carried out. It was the perfect place for concocting medicines out of herbs and materials of rare items to treat unknown diseases, or a place to jot down prescription after prescription while attending to the endless stream of natives that need the attention of professionals.
Some came here to learn, and some came here to help others. But ultimately, the desire of all here was one, to make the Xianzhou Luofu more prosperous and longevous than it ever was.
But this place...was also the same place for dubious plans to be carried out. With the high-tech equipment, materials only those in the alchemy would be able to obtain, should the Luofu fall into peril, this...would no doubt be their lair.
(Y/n) led the team into the commission, walking past the walls that were once so familiar to her. Though it has been centuries, this place...was almost as same as it used to be back when she was in her prime, looking over the apprentices like a protective mother watching her eggs.
Bodies of the mara-struck, celestial bodies and the Cloud Knights littered the stone ground left and right, for as far as the eye can see. It was no doubt that a fierce war had indeed taken place within these walls, no time to reach out for help since the delve had been sealed off, and the commission was deemed to be deserted.
"Whoa, looks like the battle here was intense..." March said, the poor girl looking around the blood-bathed battlefield with fear and horror in her young eyes. Her hands were to her mouth, almost in disbelief with what had occurred here.
Tingyun sighed, looking behind her to meet the gaze of the young girl. "Looks like the Master Diviner had launched a campaign while we were delayed in the Artisanship Commission."
"She must've divined it at the right time..." responded the usually silent Stelle, only ever opening her mouth to let out the most unheard of jokes (Y/n)'s pointed ears had heard of, or to say something incredibly out of character.
"Seems like she had sent in the Cloud Knights to clear out the way before we arrived. It would've been dreadfully dangerous had she let us in without proper preparation and training like the knights." (Y/n) said, her sharp and luminescent eyes scanning the area, the scene before her like flowers wilted on the ground.
But this...was nothing compared to the flooding blood rivers she had witnessed as a young maiden. Should things continue as they are...well...the Luofu would be drenched in mixed blood once again.
But unlike last time. She would do everything in her power to stop from memories of the past haunt and overshadow her future, refusing it to take shape it once took form as.
She wouldn't dare dream of losing another person dear to her.
Not the warm and kind-hearted General that had embraced her with loving arms the moment her eyes had revealed itself to the world. Not when she had to let go of her lover that remembered so little of her yet yearned for their long lost intimate moments.
Back then...she had so much to lose. And this time was no different.
She just hoped...that his reincarnation was doing well somewhere.
Welt noticed the unease in (Y/n)'s gaze. Being the attentive man he was, riddled with experience and written with history of a distant land, he knew better than to outright voice his concern over the Dragon Lady.
"Time is of the essence. The most important task for the Xianzhou Luofu is suppressing the Stellaron." Said the brunette, his arms crossing over his chest as he too observed the concluded battlefield before him. "General Jing Yuan tasked the Master Diviner with commanding the Cloud Knights-- he would've known she'd act on the results of her divination."
"Maybe that's why they sent us through the Artisanship Commission. To avoid direct contact with the battlefield. It is too dangerous for us here. If fighting the Ebon Deer was already breaking more than our usual threshold, imagine actually engaging in a real battle." (Y/n) said softly, looking sad at the loss before her.
"But...that's out of your scope." She whispered, walking towards one of the knights to check on their conditions.
"Lady (Y/n)..." March said worriedly, and Tingyun looked a little...somber at the Dragon Lady had returned back to her post as the Miracle Healer.
"This...must be hard for Lady (Y/n) to see." Tingyun said softly, shaking her head. "As I remember records...the past Dragon Lady was someone of immense caliber and knowledge, having pulled strings no one dared to interfere with."
"But this is nothing compared to what she had seen back in her days. Centuries ago, an Emanator of Abundance besieged the Luofu with the aim of the Ambrosial Arbor. They destroyed half our delves and killed most of the Cloud Knights." Tingyun said, looking up at the sky, perhaps wondering what the sky looked like when the ground was bathed in red.
"For long-life species, such events are more like yesterday's memories rather than ancient history. This awful spectacle is child's play in comparison to what they've seen and been through."
"It's...hard to tell if the Master Diviner won or lost here." Welt said with a heavy sigh, that was until (Y/n) walked back, her (e/c) clouded with regret and shame.
"There...are many losses here. I might be able to restore and patch some up, but...it would be too dangerous for me to venture further alone without back up." (Y/n) said, her eyes never leaving the fallen soldiers. "If only Yingxing and..."
She cut herself short, her thoughts snapping back to prevent herself from saying anymore of those forsaken memories of old. She shook her head and cleared her throat, as if to regain composure.
"Nevermind." She said sharply. "There aren't many Cloud Knights here, so I reckon there's a retreat nearby, or maybe they really did make it out with a minimal count of casualties. Deeper into the delve, perhaps."
"Will you try heal those here, Lady (Y/n) ?" Tingyun asked the horned woman before her, noticing her determined gaze. And (Y/n) nodded. "I'll...try my best. I'm a healer, a doctor even, or whoever I used to be, but I'm not miracle granter."
"Please be careful, Lady (Y/n), Stelle. These monsters seem pretty tough..." March warned carefully, fearing the safety of her companions and the lady they were meant to escort safely.
(Y/n) leaned down to inspect the wounds on one of the soldiers that seemed to have been ridden with mara, rooted deep inside its body. As she scanned the figure with her sharp eyes, she noticed how this individual...a woman, perhaps in her early 300s...was far too deep in mara.
Mara was plaguing her body like flies eating away at rotting flesh. Slow, constant, but unbearable. The wounds were shrinking away beyond a usual native's ability, and with the lack of injured vital signs, (Y/n) knew it was best for her to try freeze the cores and quickly move away.
So that was as she did. To those still blessed with life, she leaned down to bestow them the gift of her healing, hoping that they would be able to be to at least endure less pain than they should. She even froze cores, wishing that it was enough to prevent the rapid outbreak of the plague, harming others beyond control.
She knew...those mara struck before her...had their regrets and their ambitions to see another day. She knew another person who was just the same, bringing flesh of a fallen Emanator, striking his beloved with a fatal blow, yet he himself was a victim to another's plan who wished to deny the cruel nature of death.
The beloved who once held her hand so tenderly, an arrogant man who was yet so soft towards her, bestowing her with a gentle kiss on her forehead as he held her close by her waist.
(Y/n) looked up, knowing that those days were no more, and the sky above them...was never a witness to the moments she held dear to her frozen and recovering heart. Her heart that was facing conflict and turmoil with her current identity and her past self, knowing both were nonetheless one of the same.
Though she had forgotten most of her past, only bits and shred able to be brought forward to her current time, she knew it was time for her to step up and once again place the crown high on her head, though it weighed so heavily on her shoulders.
"Look ! There's someone over there." March called out, taking (Y/n)'s hand to point towards a woman wearing an Alchemy Commission uniform, and a kneeling Cloud Knight by her feet.
(Y/n) didn't have a good feeling about this.
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💌 from : the opera epiclese.
synopsis. a taste of defeat, with her people only staring at her through eyes of pity instead of the awe she was accustomed to — humiliation was the first, guilt the last. how she wished her heart would repair itself, craving a sense of belonging that she no longer had. oh how the maiden couldn’t see, how your eyes twinkled with devotion.
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𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬
─── wc. 1.2k cw. contains spoilers from fontaine’s archon quests, angsty, furina’s in denial ( reader is in love w her fr!! ) + reader is big gift giver & she secretly adores it <3
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pity, a gaze so humiliating and humbling from the people who once saw her as an archon, as a god who could save them from destruction. her heterochromatic eyes watched on as a river was about to swallow her people whole. what could she have done? sing and dance the waves away? pray to someone with more competence to save them?
oh how her heart broke, only the feeling of being hopeless could hurt this much. their screams haunted her in her dreams, struck her brain, and clouded her soul — it felt like a storm, one that was never-ending. their pleading for their lord and savior, for her grace to come down from the heavens and reveal her true strength that never existed. walls built on falsities, she sat on her throne and wailed. may the hydro archon be punished for her sins, and may furina be punished for her ignorance.
the people no longer looked to her for assistance, and all she could do was mope as she hesitated to put her utensil of macaroni in her mouth. often, she’d see people stand in front of her home — finding her utterly miserable. their gazes of disappointment and resentment caused her hands to tremble, but why couldn’t she tear her gaze from the one thing that felt like a stab to the chest?
she saw how their lips moved, words of mockery and malice tainted the oxygen she breathed — a bite of her bottom lip and her woes only increased in number.
what was she good for? if not to stand on the stage and twirl — to sway and to let a soothing melody escape her lips? what could she have done differently? she often pondered this question, yet came up empty-handed as the thoughts became self-deprecating and confused.
your gaze was different from the rest, there wasn’t an ounce of shame. even as you eyed her new living space, your expression only contained lingering jitters. was that fontinalia mousse in your hands?
a knock on her door, and she contemplated whether to open it. uncertainty had led to the worst-case scenarios, hesitance in her very steps of the staircase as her hand twisted the doorknob.
“yes?” she hates how small she sounded, noticing your hands grasped the plate of the well-known delicacy tighter.
crystalline coloration would not be ashamed if compared to the light scattering off the rippling waves. its featherweight elegance is like that of falling petals, its airy texture like a snowflake melting in your throat. her breath hitched as you extended the plate to her, eyes focused on how careful you were with the porcelain plate.
“this is for you, lady— i mean.. miss furina,” you spoke in a softer tone than hers, unwavering even in a situation that would deem you a suck-up. even with the people behind you letting out giggles and bad-mouthing you for presenting a gift to the woman who, in their eyes, deserves not even an ounce of kindness for her sins — your gaze was solely on her face.
she felt horrible. unwilling to put you in a position that could tarnish a reputation, whether it be one that hadn’t even started or not. she had to end the interaction and hope you had some excuse as to why you appeared to be getting chummy with her of all people.
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it appeared that the kindness of your heart was too grand, as even after that short interaction — you visited her during the holidays with baskets of gifts. the people of fontaine loved to gossip, and your current relationship with the former hydro archon was making waves, the bad kind. how her heart trembled from the praise you’d give her, her eyes stinging with every gift you presented to her — and your eyes were full of admiration that she was unable to fathom. “thank you for this, again. but..”
it was valentine’s day, being the person that you are — you presented her with heart-shaped chocolates and a bouquet of rainbow roses, wearing a shy smile on your face. it felt as if she was still on a stage, praised for all her performances that attracted the attention of all — her ever-growing status as an actress caused an abundance of bouquets to appear at her feet, letters expressing her talent, look on with reverence that turned into amusement.
the people often wondered why she hadn’t left, her purpose to them was unknown — neuvillette had “taken her place”. she was no longer needed, for she was merely a liar, a deceiver, a traitor. those who didn’t buy the tale of the hydro archon saw you as a blubbering fool, someone who has no self-respect. how did your heart yearn for her, even as her mental wellness depleted for centuries — a drowning heart crying for help, to be kept safe and to be protected? was she pleading so obvious? her heart skipped several beats at every visit, was it truly hope for your interactions with her to conclude?
“but, why is it that you continue to appear at my doorstep with these lavish gifts..?”
“why? is a reason really necessary?”
“i just can’t fathom why you’d do this for me of all people.”
a love in denial, for the fall from grace, has created doubt in the people — doubt in herself. a feeling of being unwanted, unneeded pierces her brain, makes her heartache, as her eyes fill with what she hadn’t let fall in so long, a built-in river of despair, her tears are like diamonds. rare, in the sense that they remain hidden from the world’s view.
she felt so warm in your gaze, unlike the burning heat from the spotlight that craved for her to showcase a bundle of misfortune and misery buried under luxury and fame, you felt safe.
“what do you mean?”
“i’m no longer the hydro archon — i.. i can’t do anything for you. i’m sorry if that’s the reason you continue to do this, but i no longer wish to give you false hope.”
confusion filled your expression before your lips twitched into a familiar smile. she was hesitating, about to close the door on you while holding back tears. she was ashamed, so very ashamed that she let this go on for so long. your company was the only thing she desired, but surely you wanted what she never had in her possession.
how she’d spill apologies for being so pathetic and unable to give you what you desired, despite your many gifts and treasures — small trinkets that you claimed reminded you of her. twin-colored hairpins alike her heterochromatic eyes, and silken clothing that embodied her elegance, as you say. the possibilities for a newly wrapped gift were endless, all bounded by what? desire for something in return?
“i don’t need you to do anything other than give me a chance.”
her eyes widened at the suddenness of your words, you only stood there — silently hoping she wouldn’t shut the door on your aching heart. her hold on the doorknob loosened until the crack in her voice became evidence that you had left her in disbelief. did her ears deceive her? why did her ears burn at the mere mention of giving you a chance, how could she dwell in such notions when she was nothing but a prevaricator?
“..what?”
“the only thing i need you to do is to give me an opportunity to love you.”
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okay so. now that ive taken some time to breathe, compose myself, and gather my thoughts, lemme lay out why the teen wolf movie was a hot holy mess (besides, you know, the obvious) as a teen wolf enthusiast and expert.
a lot of the characters were really little more than set dressing. to be specific, i think liam could have been replaced by a mailbox with a hat and the movie would have been the same (and this is coming from a major liam fan). the same can be said for mason, malia, melissa, peter, and honestly even the sheriff (which i hate bc god he was such a core of the show). i think parrish was only useful in one specific instance and even that isn't enough to warrant him being in the film. the characters i loved felt like cardboard cutouts and that wasnt fair to me, to the characters, or to the actors. i would have rather they not been there at all tbh. like just leave liam out of this if youre gonna do him like that fr
a lot of the plot points felt... disjointed and weird. saraid said it felt like three different movies in one and i have to agree. derek and eli felt like its own thing, then scott and allison, and then everything else (whatever the hell parrish and malia had going on, the lydia and jackson buddy cop comedy, liam in... japan with a ramen shop i think? and some random girlfriend that happened to be a kitsune) kind of fell to the wayside in between.
this movie was truly so flat without kira. it was hard to make a nogitsune movie without stiles, but it was almost impossible to make without her. hikari unfortunately ended up just feeling like a woman they randomly shoved into all the plot points kira was supposed to be in. because she didnt have a character besides liams girlfriend (and because liam was barely a character himself), she just couldn't compare and so kiras lack of presence was really felt. she left a huge hole in the narrative. they didnt even mention her and you knew what was missing. if you had cut khylin and dylan sprayberrys checks entirely, im sure they would have had enough to pay her as much as the rest of her white coworkers :) but that's just my opinion xxx
this was supposed to be for fans of the original series, but really just felt like jeff davis's weird rare pair fanfiction. instead of focusing on the dynamics that already existed - melissa and the sheriff, malia and peter, scott and liam, derek and. anyone really - he ended up delving into all these new dynamics with only two hours to develop them. malia and parrish (which. i really had to mentally run through the show to see if those two had interacted before and i dont think they have), liam and hikari, and derek and eli. all of which had a shot at being interesting but because there were so many different plots going on, it all just felt. awkward and confusing.
that being said, im gonna move onto derek and eli generally. i like eli! i do. i thought he was funny, i thought the actor was super charming (although the timeline made no sense because if he was born fifteen years ago And allison died fifteen years ago he would be braedens and. hate to say it folks. thats not braedens baby. make him mixed jeff davis you fucking coward). really, i liked him. ... but not at the expense of dereks character. the derek i knew was an asshole. he was mean, he was sarcastic, he was a bastard (honorifically). its not to say that people cant change, but... the derek i saw in the movie was a complete 180 from the derek we last saw in the series. honestly, the derek i saw in the series probably wouldn't have made a good parent - we saw how he was with erica, isaac, and boyd. even with scott. derek was kind of a dick. i dont even think he would have wanted kids - i think he would raise them out of duty, and i think he would if a partner wanted him to. but i dont think kids were ever in his life plan. and i think that could have been super interesting to see with him and eli. i think making him a parent could have been really interesting and it just. crumbled.
i know i mentioned the timeline in that last bit but. the timeline. it hurts my head. when was eli born. what year is it. how long has it been since scott has been in beacon hills. im so confused.
lets talk about adrian harris. shall we. i have made a list of people who i think would have been a better villain reveal are you ready: allison, peter, theo, chris argent, kate argent (resurrected), matt daehler (resurrected), victoria argent (resurrected), kira herself, danny mahealani, rafe mccall, isaac's shit dad, coach, greenberg, me with a baseball bat filled with rusty nails, jeff davis in a wig. the list goes on. you could not have picked a more random and less memorable character to reveal as your villain. i almost felt like i was being mocked. "haha! you didnt expect it to be this guy? the chemistry teacher who also died fifteen years ago? who had almost nothing to do with the plot until season 3? stupid! idiot!" i have never been so mad in my life
speaking of villain. did they forget what a nogitsune is. it needs a host. its not some guy they can stab to death. its a concept, a feeling, a parasite. its a manifestation of mental illness. but no sorry excuse me i must be wrong bc now its also a werewolf??????? im sorry. am i the crazy one. give me void allison! give me allison as the host and shes being taken over and she has those bags under her eyes and that creepy void stare and grin! give me crystal reed emmy noms! while we're on the subject, heres some more questions about the nogitsune include: why was it in a jar? why was it with LIAM of all people (who didnt even know what that was)? why did its powers completely change? HOW was it a werewolf????????? i cant stop thinking about it.
i said it once and ill say it again: jackson fucking carried this movie. he was giving all season one jackson, he was bringing comic relief, he was even bringing up ethan when no one else would! king! he carried. but he shouldn't have had to. dont get me wrong, i think crystal reed ate and left no crumbs. this was allisons movie and it should have been. but when the other two standout characters imo were jackson (who arguably did nothing) and coach (who did even less)... you simply didnt use your characters well. i think i would put deaton up there and even chris, but... scott and lydia? this should have been their movie. but scott spent nearly the whole movie ignoring his friends, and lydia was reduced to 'woman whose plot was about a man,' again. it was horrible. lydia outgrew that song and dance by season two. and scott? hasnt been to beacon hills in twelve years? hasnt seen his mom or his friends? not the scott mccall i know.
this is not about shipping discourse this post will never be about shipping discourse so i say this as a completely objective party. that being said. st/dia was so strangely shoved in there at the end. how did harris even know about lydia leaving stiles. how did he know about her dream. how did it add to the plot. like yes the nogitsune feeds of chaos and strife but i think lydia was getting enough of that watching her friends get murdered. it felt like a weird way to explain why dob wasnt there and it simply didnt work. i would have rather they not said anything about stiles at all.
anyway, this is skipping over a lot of other little things that i thought were really bad (sexualizing malia who literally had the mentality of an eight year old for most of her life AGAIN, why was mason a fucking cop, peters lack of interaction with the hale family which is what made him interesting in the first place, the absolute insanity of allison coming back to life and just being absolutely okay even though shes been dead for fifteen years, died at the hands of her friend, and almost everyone she knew including stiles, isaac, and kira are all just gone now), but boy oh boy. for a while it was funny bad. like "oh this is bad but i can still enjoy this for what it is" bad. but those last ten minutes. what is actually absolutely wrong with jeff davis. there are very few times ive felt this betrayed by tv shows i held this close to my heart, but im there. im heartbroken. i wont go on about it here, bc honestly, it would need its own post considering how much i have to say. but if the rest of the movie was bad? that was shit was traumatizing.
anyway. so sorry this post is this long, and so sorry i couldnt come back with a positive review. this show died long ago; i think we should have just let it rest - nobody asked for a reunion, and now i can see that was with good reason. so the next time jeff davis opens up an email with a header titled 'sequel idea' and he ccs tyler posey, i think we should all just agree to ler arden cho beat him to death in a dennys parking lot instead.
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The Crow
Once again, I am using a fictional Chicago Grand Prix street race. Vegas GP doesn’t exist.
There’s a superstition among AlphaTauri fans that involves a correlation between how often Yuki’s girlfriend is seen, and how well race day goes.
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formulawhat Salem’s appeared twice in the paddock this weekend. It’s gonna be a good one.
yooooma Our very own cryptid
kikiyeah counting her appearances like Yuki’s weekends depend on it.
formulawhat He’s gotten points every time we’ve seen her twice.
kikiyeah Start luring her out with cheese or something every weekend to make sure Yuki has a good race
spooks.mcgoo That’s insulting. I hear she prefers little cut fruits.
yukitsunoda0511
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yukitsunoda0511 starting P16, Ready Chicago!
spooks.mcgoo Blocked
formulawhat The most loving death glare I’ve ever seen
yeeheehee She’s like when you see a cat about to knock a glass off of the counter and tell it to stop.
eeehhhh She doesn’t even look happy with him
yeeheehee You’d be surprised
spooks.mcgoo
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spooks.mcgoo good luck sweetheart
yukitsunoda0511 I don’t need it today 😏😏
spooks.mcgoo I am the luck. 🫡
zhouguanyu24 Can you come to our garages next week?
formulawhat Fr. man needs all the help he can get
Yeeheehoo Ferrari needs you next
Salem watches from the garages. Everyone rushes around her in the race start, before settling down for a moment to watch as Yuki climbs the grid from his p16 starting position. With Liam close on his tail the two seem almost unstoppable.
Or as unstoppable as an AlphaTauri team can be.
Like a pair of tractors they mow into the midfield and up into the top ten.
Radios from both drivers play in the set of headphones Salem has on her head. At 27 laps, yet to pit, Liam is the first to experience problems. He started with softs, while Yuki is on mediums. Salem never got what the strategy was initially, but she can only hope it was a good one.
“Box box, Liam, box for mediums.”
At only tenth place, wether or not Liam would recover was a toss up. But they have 45 laps left and the car has performed well so far in the weekend. Yuki is left to push harder into the top ten, creating a buffer so that as he pits he can quickly recover.
“Time to see if Salem’s good omens can cover me too,” Liam’s tone is unsure. A nervous laugh covered the anticipation for a potentially botched pitstop.
He’s in and on his way in record time. Mechanics rejoice, celebrating what is possible the smoothest pit stop of the season.
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alphataurif1 double points in Chicago. Looks like liamlawson30 is finding his own stride flawlessly.
spooks.mcgoo 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛
formulawhat Get this woman some fruit alphataurif1
alphataurif1 formulawhat She already has plenty
formulawhat I am so fully intimidated by Salem.
Yeeheehee Imagine in nine-ish months we get a baby Tsunoda
spooks.mcgoo we will not be speaking this into existence.
Yeeheehee You right. That’s after a podium.
Salem makes herself busy. She left the paddock as soon as the race was over, planning some sort of homemade dinner. Her whole drive back to her hotel room was spent debating between picking up a pizza and putting together some pasta.
Her choice would be the Chicago style pizza. However, Yuki has been really into Italian lately.
However, there’s also a pizza place down the block from the hotel that’s known for their Chicago style pizza.
Salem sets the pizza box on the little hotel desk to the side of the bed. Yuki has already texted her a couple times, letting her know when he was done, asking why she left already, and letting her know that he’s on his way over.
She sits, cross legged, on the foot of the bed scrolling through Netflix as Yuki makes it back to the room and onto the bed beside her. Her attention doesn’t move from the tv.
“I got us pizza.”
Yuki takes her hand in his, pressing a kiss to her wrist, then her shoulder. “Not hungry,” he whispers in her ear.
If anything racing usually builds a ridiculous appetite. Even more than Yuki has. Salem doesn’t say anything. Nothing that her accusatory stare can’t say. His brown eyes are innocent. Kind of blank. But innocent.
“Not feeling pizza?”
“It looks great.”
He’s pulled her into his lap, his head on her shoulder and arms wrapped tight around her waist.
“You already ate,” Yuki avoids eye contact. Like a puppy that knows he’s done something wrong.
“Yeah,” he says, “Redbull had a lot of extra food.”
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spooks.mcgoo that’s my guy
formulawhat Petition for a baby Tsunoda
spooks.mcgoo I will find you
formulawhat You said you wanted a baby Yuki. I’m just manifesting
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spooks.mcgoo Manifesting my foot in your back
lilymhe Name her after me
spooks.mcgoo Blocked. The whole of yous
kikiyeah it should’ve been me
yonerd Get this woman some Fruits
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Twiyor parallelism • Romantic approach
One great thing about Spy x Family is the way Endo tries to frame his own idea of what "a romance" is. I'm not sure if this is a deliberate decision, as he prefers to focus on denser and more influential themes, such as war, consequences and the search for peace in each character…. Or if simply, Endo is not so comfortable and sees the typical romantic moments as a forced construction of a relationship between two characters….
And it's in the way it draws a linea between idealized fantasy and the genuine feelings (of love) of a family. This is not only a difference you can notice within the SxF universe, but also as a viewer.
If we analyze Nightfall and Becky's perspective a bit we can clearly see that their idea of love/romance for Twilight/Loid are actually projections of their own desires on a person who fits perfectly
According to Nightfall logic, she will prove that she is perfect, to the extent of being the only woman worthy to be at Twilight's side. She has been his student and comrade on missions, so she has been by his side, has examined multiple roles, memorizing his exemplary 'fake smile'. Nightfall loves Twilight, the perfect spy, the man of a thousand faces, a professional in the art of espionage who foresees a thousand scenarios in his head long before they happen.
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Then, Twilight would suddenly discover how perfect she is, having an epiphany of feelings that make him fall madly in love with her (?)
Which makes Nightfall unaware that the man she's in love with (or at least, his spy side) is totally removed from that illusion.
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That is a FANTASY
The initial Twilight (her teacher) is a cold, distant man who is not interested in having a relationship because he has discarded that kind of personal happiness, much less would he do so with a WISE colleague.
Twilight is someone with many emotional conflicts, due to the barriers he has created for himself because of his own past. Nightfall wants to awaken those buried feelings while pushing the distant Twilight fr to love, and who has always told him to isolate himself from his own personal desires and feelings.
So… Nightfall's love for her master may be genuine and born out of her genuine admiration for Twilight's motivation to create a better world. But it is unsustainable when it comes to building that love into a marriage, because the Twilight that Nightfall dreams of doesn't really exist, rendering her efforts to impress him futile.
After all, this is not what Twilight is really looking for (at least, his true self).
In itself, Nightfall loves the perfection of Twilight, the perfection of the spy. Because that's what she longs for the most, a love story where she is perfect in someone's eyes perfect.
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And well…. Is it necessary to talk about Becky? I think it's much more obvious how everything Becky dreams of is a much more exaggerated fantasy, a love story where she fights with her rival to get the heart of her prince charming (for starters, Twilight could literally be her dad xD).
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It is here that Endo's joke about romance becomes more blatant and obvious. The perfect romance is a childish fantasy straight out of a soap opera.
We know that Becky does not love Loid. She loves the fantasy she has created around him. For her, romance is synonymous with maturity, and Becky projects herself as a more mature child than the rest of her age group. At the same time, she wishes for a love story full of drama and happiness.
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In contrast, the relationship Loid (Twilight) and Yor build is perhaps the most mundane. (in a good way).
Yes, they are an assassin and a spy, who got married each other to the sound of a grenade. But at the end of the day, it's the two of them sitting comfortably in a living room, on an armchair, drinking a cup of hot tea/coffee.
Endo shows us that many times, that real and genuine love is made of those small moments of intimacy, where nothing big is happening. Just two people talking from the sincerity of their feelings, two people supporting each other, remembering that "you don't always have to be perfect", "being yourself is what matters".
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It's wrong for romance to be fantasy?
No, of course not!!
It is natural that the first desire you have with a partner is to have an approximation, especially if it is physical. Like the idea of him holding your hands while he professes his desires of you (As Fiona and Becky would say, "make a move.")
The problem with idealized romance, is that it creates a sweep that prevents us from genuinely getting closer to the real person we love. There is so much focus on personal wants and desires that we are blind to the true needs of the other person.
Nightfall's biggest drawback is that she is so focused on what she wants and what she thinks Twilight needs that she is not able to see the emotional needs that her master has (although, being fair… He doesn't know either, right?). The funny thing about Becky and Nightfall's love is the huge contrast to Loid (Twilight) and Yor's real relationship. Both are constantly looking for perfection in Loid /Twilight's actions, forgotten that there is only a tired man with stomach aches from his ulcers.
The difference for Yor, is that she is not expecting greatness in Loid, or if she really dreams that he is an idea man she is looking for. He is perfect, just the way he is. Twilight and Yor may not be very intimate for many, because of the lack of physical closeness between them, and because every time something seems to happen, someone gets hurt (sometimes Yuri, sometimes Twilight)…. or because we don't see them caught up in these fantasies for each other.
But …. is it really like that?
The amazing thing about the fake marriage between Loid (Twilight) and Yor is that the kind of intimacy they have is perhaps the most difficult to achieve but the most valuable in the long run. And that is being at peace with each other, talking about those things you would never talk about with anyone else, enjoying each other's company only, speaking from the sincerity of your feelings and affirming a thousand times that you would never change anything about each other and would choose them as your partner again and again (for life).
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This is the true romance within a marriage.
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So… we haven't seen progress in their relationship?
Sure we have, lots of times. But these are much more subtle and simple than we expect. We know that they both cook dinner together (as a couple), and have selected the stores to buy what they need for the house (as a couple), they buy the ingredients for dinner or cleaning products the other asks for (as a couple), Yor takes her husband's clothes to the dry cleaners, Loid makes delicious food for his wife,They say goodbye at the door (as a couple).... both look at each other as if they were the most wonderful people they have ever met in their lives.
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(If these two have not kissed it is because they are basically two idiots).
Every time a romance is forced between them, something bad always happens, simply because it is not the right way it should happen. Unlike when the two approach each other being authentic.
I don't think that in the future, these two will have problems with physical intimacy. We're talking about a man who took a second to REALLY ask his fake wife to marry him (I'm sure if Yor didn't kick him to the curb he would have asked her for a wild honeymoon that very night)...Or that Yor in a fit of confidence pushed her fake husband, cornered him, and climbed on top of him.
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I'm serious, these two are craving for physical love, what they want to admit!!
In the end, the engine of a true couple is not in the touch of their hands but in the touch of their hearts.
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Venus Dimples & Orgasms
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"The Dimples of Venus/Apollo." You may have heard how Venus always leaves her mark on those she blesses. ~ Moon Devi 🌙
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Venuz: Those dimples on your back really have a personality of themselves the way they smile at me, even though your cheeks are covered by your jeans
DEVI: What!!! 🤭
Venuz: You heard me....that's a real sexxxy feature to have on a woman's body.
DEVI: I know that's why I wear the right outfits to show them off.....😉😏.
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Venuz: Righttttt
DEVI: Not to mention, I noticed you have dimples on your lower back as well... 👀
Venuz: yea.... but this is about you right now, and your dimples....
DEVI: It's nothing wrong, with a man having beauty impressions ; in the same area... you know men's dimples on the lower back are actually called " Apollo Dimples," and they are very sexy to see on men as well..... 👀
Venuz: ohhhhh so that's why women be checking out my back while I'm playing basketball with my shirt off lol 😂 
DEVI: yep...
Venuz: these dimples are supposed to be magnetic, they attract money, partners, and abundance
DEVI: Don't forget they give strong orgasms, and are a signifier of fertility, after all they are located right on the sacrum (sacral) area.  
Venuz: hmmmm..... that's why I have strong, long ass ejaculations... 
DEVI: Yes, I experience the same, it's a sensation I can never get enough of. I always feel it lingering afterwards. 😏
Venuz: Yes it feels like your soul is protruding out. 
Venuz: I notice when I'm tapped into my Venus energy full throttle, I can feel the essence of the sacral energy producing more power, and sexual drive,and creating a longer erection , and a thicker shaft due to the extra blood flow produced by these Venus dimples better yet by apollo dimples.
DEVI: Wow, that's very in-detail.... Apollo is a very strong symbol for attractiveness and idolatry similar to Venus. So this explains this energy perfectly. These dimples are very rare to see in women but especially men! Only 3% of men have them and 8% of women.
Venuz: well um... I guess I'm blessed. Do your orgasms drain you or make you want to have numerous back to back?
DEVI: my orgasms don't drain me, I definitely want to have numerous back to back.....😏
DEVI: I feel like these dimples release a special sensual energy within a person. I don't think they exist just because. They are there for a reason..
Venuz: I agree they exist for a reason. The body holds many different energy points, and the sacral area is a very strong area. It's our genitals and reproductive system. In human design we have our generators. And it's funny enough how  you & I are both generators. Generators possess a strong sacral center. Because they project a lot of energy outwardly.
DEVI: yesssss.... I love how you brought that up fr! Do you think all generators have sacral dimples tho?
Venuz: hmmmm.... I don't think so, but I wouldn't be surprised if the majority of them do or are generator manifestors.
Devi: I agree! I see these sacral dimples as energy points, and that honestly goes for all dimples. Because they are rare. They tell alot about the energy points on a person. Those with sacral dimples could have even struggled with fully expressing their sexuality due to having so much of it and bottling it up. I know I can relate to that lol.
Venuz: well.....
DEVI: What? You got that look.... what are you about to say..... smh lol 🤦🏽‍♀️
Venuz: you don't have to bottle it up anymore ya know...
DEVI: mhmmmm..... we'll see....
Venuz: I can only imagine you laying back with your legs open, deep inside you while you're climaxing back to back while I'm caressing your Venus dimples. Shoving him inside your root chakra deep inside your sacral.
DEVI: ....mmmmm stop it! I can feel her pulsating just from the thought of it...
Venuz: CUM HERE !
Venuz: Now turn around
Venuz: How does that feel? 
DEVI: The way you're licking my Venus dimples, I can only imagine the way your tongue would feel licking on my clit.
Venuz: Shittt...Why imagine! 🤤 👅 💦 
Devi: mmmm.... 👅 + 🍆 + 🥊 = 🌊
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