#they adore each other...would they still be on full name terms???

[satocidal]

𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ Consume All of Me — Gojo Satoru

Synopsis: He’s Satoru Gojo, he’s the strongest man— not in your embrace however, there he is no more a creature reduced to his carnal wants

— a/n: it was supposed to be so very short idk what I wrote but it’s meant to cannibalism symbolised with love idk idk ik not ok—tagging @draecys becauseee yes; the indented/highlighted parts are portions of the poem “The Cannibal’s Canción” by Gloria Anzaldua

— word count: 2.3k

— warnings: Smut!! MDNI!! AFAB! Reader x Gojo Satoru; cannibalistic themes; animalistic themes; mentions of blood; mentions of death (set during the time period when Yuuji “died”); sex used as a form of coping; unprotected sex; established relationship; p -> v; “god” used as a term to portray their ‘love’; not preordered bound to have mistakes

It is our custom to consume the person we love.

Satoru Gojo was meant to be.

An heir, the strongest, half a god, an admiration, an inspiration, a story—a tragedy.

To do and not to do, boundaries were placed clearly, on youth that was meant to be the revolution—each boundary broke in the essence of his wants.

The sheer simplicity of his life lay in the irony—Gojo, he carried the name well, all that extricated him from that which was humane.

He hated it, bound to—snatched from his hands was the toy most referred to a childhood, stolen from were partially his dreams, pulled from him was an innocence and thrust into him were responsibilities.

He carried himself well, he was the strongest, he had to.

But Satoru Gojo, despite the rumours that fell behind him, despite the prayers people would sing to him, he was no god.

Human.

Human.

Human.

Pity.

Those were the nights that he was truly yours—not the world, no, just yours. Those were nights he didn’t pretend—there wasn’t the joy in his voice, plain debauchered reality.

Those were nights when he didn’t hold you, rather, he let himself be held—those were nights when Satoru Gojo slipped away from that which was his tragedy.

Those nights he sunk into you, deep, a haven—Satoru Gojo was a god to many, you loved him as one too, and he often held you as his Goddess too—but those nights, those nights he loved like you were his possession.

And perhaps—no, factually, you were.

Taboo flesh; swollen genitalia—the nipples—the scrotum—the vulva—the soles of the feet—the palm of the hands—heart and liver taste best.

Yuuta Okkutsu, a planned execution.

The kid was 15, 16 at most, by the face of it.

Your room was quiet, save for the hefty, slow breaths that Satoru passed.

The sun was out still, your room was full and yet—even then it was ever present, his gaze, glowy- dark?

It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him this way, he wasn’t panicky—though you’d seen that too, no, Satoru Gojo was livid.

Your room compares small to his, your world fell smaller too—but you were his world- he didn’t hold comparisons there.

“Satoru?” A voice held timid, Satoru yearned the quiet—“I want to kill them,”

A sigh, yours—a scoff, his.

“I know but…”

“You don’t. But that’s ok, it isn’t your fault,” these nights Satoru was hard to deal with, these nights Satoru was judgemental but he was accepting, these nights Satoru spoke like the ego he was sure to hold.

“He’s just a kid, what do they even…” you watched as he let his words trail off, one leg in the table, the other resting upon it, he sat opposite to you.

Most would sense the danger, the rage—you did too, which was why you were his.

Where most feared him, you extinguished it.

Satoru could deal everything on his own, he adored how you never let him though.

“Do you want time to think or…?”

Often, you felt shameless—raising the question—knowing all so well that everything that plagued his mind was all so concerning and yet, yet all you offered to him was sex, an escape.

He always accepted.

Vulgar—he craved it.

“Think about what,” his words seemed harsh—directed at you, sometime he did so, you didn’t mind it.

“About how even as the strongest I can’t do shit huh? That- that I- fuck,” another scoff, your heart sank.

“Come here Satoru,” a small beckon, he obeyed—he always did.

Almost crawled into you, large hands, the way they seemed to engulf you—it was almost unethical to him.

A kid was to be dead, he’d blame it upon his insolence when your embrace would be ripped from him again—and here he was, head jostling it’s way between your thighs, a burn he lett do behind.

But there you were, eyes focused onto his, a soft smile, you washed it away—his sorrows, his anxieties—to you, it was conceptually simple.

Good or evil, it did not concern your God.

“Are you ok?” A mumble, yours, his head bobbed in a yes—“are you?”

He didn’t care—he didn’t have to, not in this moment.

You paused, of course you were, always with him.

“Mhmm,” you offered a short smile, “always with you, just wanna see you ok.”

The process was always the same—your corruption, it began with his mouth, pressed against yours, desires lingered on the tongue and shared, the wanting, the need—the desperation to be whole.

He wanted to have you, you wanted him to have you.

Consumption.

Teeth sank in your flesh- often it hurt, it did this time too—Gojo loved you as a rotten dog, he was starved.

You wanted him to be satisfied, you didn’t question it—Satoru made up for it anyways—if he left three bites, he’d leave three thousand kisses on the same spot, he loved you.

He really did.

And he always was satisfied too, right after you both would lay on your bed heaving, he would be okay.

You would fall asleep on him, he loved just how tired you would get from him, you would hold him, he loved just how normal it was for you.

But all that was to be described a vex—you couldn’t help but add Satoru’s phone to the list.

A groan—his, and just like that, he slipped away.

Gone.

Chaste kisses gone, a wet touch longed for—the primal feeling remained.

Satoru was gone.

I’ll wear your jawbone round my neck, listen to your vertebrae, bone tapping bone in my wrist.

It’s been almost an year—the moment of compassion never arose again, you were glad—but you also weren’t.

Satoru was giddy, Satoru was loving—however, you could hear the stress, your ears perked up always, he showed nothing—a slow curtain drawn.

But fate as it lay—not in his hands, he was only a creature after all.

The strongest, but a creature.

It was the same as ever, he paced and paced walked right in front of you, the room was quiet—the call had just ended, Satoru had scoffed at the end of it.

“Toru’?”

No response.

You remained quiet, not afraid, you knew better than to approach him such.

1 round- then 3 and then 5 more, Satoru stopped in front of you, dropping to his knees, his fingers rubbed circles on your knee.

“The kid’s probably not comin’ back,”

You stared at the mess of his hair, it’s been a while since you last trimmed it, your hand grazed into it.

You knew who he was referring to, Yuuji Itadori, Satoru was the mentor—words acclaimed as of now insisted that he’d been found dead as the many you’d heard of over the years of your youth.

You didn’t bother asking the details, Satoru always vomited it out anyways, “those bastard- fuckin’ assigned the kids a mission like that- a special grade? Bloody fuckers,”

Your hand pulled at his hair softly, a tug here and there, then a kissed pressed.

“Will you go right now?”

The answer was obvious to be a ‘no’—proven right in the way he shook his head—“s’been a while- I need to— I, shit- need you.”

You gulped—aware of his guilt—his students were hurt, and here he was begging for a touch.

But, you heard the desperation evident in his voice, who could you even be to defy his request?

So slowly, surely you spread your knees, pushing yourself back—it was one of the nights when Satoru didn’t fuck to please you, no.

These nights, your body was made for him.

These nights he bared you no foreplay, there was no teasing, just sex.

Pure desire.

A small ‘umph’ slipped your lips as Satoru threw you on your bed, eyes stuck on your face as his hands pulled away your pants.

Shameless.

Neither cared.

It was always the same, his touch was feather light—trailing from from your feet to calves, a light massage offered to your inner thigh—he treated you as if you were fragile, for him, you were.

Your face grew hot, his eyes remained stuck on the wet patch on your panties—“were you touching yourself?”

Only animalistic—you had needs, Satoru wasn’t around to fulfil.

A nod you passed— a light smirk grew on his face—easy, he was on the higher pedestal.

“Show me,”

Show him—put in a performance—your fingers traversed your own body, it grew hotter, it burned, your own touch.

You were aware of his gaze, your fingers traced the lace, the wet patch—you pressed into the wetness- eyes closing in slight ecstasy, a performance.

“Did you miss me?” You dare not increase the pressure of your fingers on your cunt—slow circles drawn, a tease—“a lot,” you whispered back—“you?”

Both hands grasped in one of his—he pulled them away, mouth leaning in between your legs, to see what was his, to sniff, to smell—he loved it.

“Always.”

You paused, you knew he wouldn’t bother today—he never did, not in such cases.

Typical sex was different, it wasn’t heavy, it wasn’t so tense—it was Toru’ that you fucked those days.

But as of now, the man who twisted you about wasn’t Toru’, the man who’s calloused hands rubbed your spine, fingers lending in a shiver—it was Satoru Gojo.

“Do you need more prep? I can’t be bothered unless…”

You shook your head quick—it was once in forever of a moment, you wanted to feel him, raw.

And that was all the encouraging Satoru required—pulled away your lacy panties—he smiled softly as the silver of your wetness connected to the gusset of your soiled panties in a string—“how fuckin’ filthy,” he groaned, “got so wet at the thought of me?”

And like his possession, you nodded.

You let him move you, a heap of flesh and blood and emotions that lay scattered, you wanted to please— your breath hitched as he situated your legs over his shoulders—“shh,” he murmured, “you’ll be okay with me,”

You lay as the crimson to his pale—the blood lay splattered in the snow—“ready?” He needn’t wait for the response, half hardened dick already lined at your entrance, his tip teased you— a whine you passed to his amusement.

Satoru couldn’t care enough though, pushed in all the way, he didn’t give you time to settle in, mending your walls, stretching them to accustom his length—only to pull away all the way, you whimpered at the sudden loss, crying when he pushed in all the way again.

Pathetic moans you let out, your walls flattened about his size — nails digging deep into his biceps—deep enough to scratch, to mark—it wasn’t new, it was exhilarating all the same.

Satoru was merciless with his pace—he wanted to taste your pain, he wanted to feel the salt of your tears—lick them away, he wanted you spasming.

Sex, it wasn’t enough—he lusted for all of you.

Rapid, the way he pulled out and pushed in harder, each thrust left you gasping—it was an appetite being satisfied.

White hair dishevelled, slight sweat pressed to his forehead, every thrust accounted for a ditzy kiss pressed to your forehead.

“Y’er s’fucking tight angel,” your mouth hung open at his words—too far gone to pay attention—“you were built for this,” he added, panting, “this pussy, for me. You’re mine,” a low growl that he let out, he could feel you clench tighter at that.

You knew he was losing it, the control, primal in all senses—you moaned loudly as his hands cupped your face— a rough kiss tucked in, his tongue sliding over yours—filth.

Legs pressed to your sides now, you cried louder as he reached in deeper—so warm, you met him perfectly.

“Y-you’re close,” the stutters, you giggle slight as he does too—close, both of you, he could feel your climax building, so did you.

And just like that he leaned in further, your nails remained placed in his arms—blood oddly visible now—it dripped, beautiful.

You bit your lips as Satoru dragged his mouth—pressed upon your shoulder—teeth napping at the soft flesh.

I’ll string your fingers round my waist—what a rigorous embrace, over my heart I’ll wear a brooch with a lock of your hair.

“You’re mine,” a whisper—a demand, you nodded, “yours,” you related, mind blanking—“yours alone, all yours just yours,”

“How do I feel?” Another demand—“fucking perfect,” another moan- you could tell he was edging himself, not until you do — you were close still.

“Tell me you love me,” a finger pressed to your ignored clit, All stimuli away from your shoulder now—not an inch of pain anymore on either body, just marks, territorial— and pleasure.

Your pussy clamped down onto Hinckley his thumb focusing on the bundle of nerves down there—so ignored, so tenderly he rubbed it.

And that was it, the pleasure enough to cause you to break—enough to have your mind blanking—enough for your abused pussy to tighten around him, and that’s when he came right after.

“Can you take more,” a shake of your head, he nodded- he loved you.

He didn’t pull out yet—never did, basking in the warmth of your bodies pressed together, enjoying the marks he left, they’d hurt later, he’d kiss them better.

“Love you,” a murmur, yours—and you watched as he slipped out of the slow trance—no longer the man who just fucked you, back to being Toru’.

“Love you too,” he whispered back, finally pulling out—he lay on top of you, a heap—but even then you were sure, a growl that you heard.

Nights I’ll sleep cradling your skull, sharpening my grin on your toothless grin. Sundays there’s mass and communion and I’ll put your relics to rest.

And when all was said and done, a stress by gone for later, satoru lay pressed to your side, your fingers grazed his hair, tugging. A hand woven to hold you close, heavy, him and his slumber. And in your moments of solitude and awareness you realised easy—the man beside you wasn’t human entirely.

Not yet, not to be ever.

A beast- nevertheless, yours.

A beast- nevertheless, yours.

A beast- nevertheless, yours.

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Most Ardently

summary: Terms of endearment Skyrim men would use for you as your partner. gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used. feat: Vilkas, Cicero, Brynjolf, Farkas, Miraak, Erandur, Teldryn, Arnbjorn warnings: minor allusion to suggestive content, mention of blood. and some swears.

Darling Vilkas, who wields terms of endearment with both kindness and sarcasm. Who knows how to get under your skin or comfort you with just one word. "Oh darling, have you forgotten who trained you? More than anyone else, I know your limits." He would sneer, face flushed when he rounds on you after a disagreement. "My darling," Vilkas would whisper in the dead of night, when your hands are tangled in his hair and you can taste the wine on his breath. "My darling." He breathes just before kissing you, all worries melting away. Cicero is giddy at the idea of his Listener having special titles only he is permitted to use. Who spins you around the Sanctuary when your mood is low, showering you in kisses and praise until he sees the smile he loves so dearly. He would say it often, soft and full of love during a stolen moment alone or brashly in front of any new recruit whose eyes lingered a touch too long. "Oh, darling Listener." He would sigh, gazing at you with unabashed adoration. "Cicero loves you more than words can say."

Sweetheart Brynjolf, who says it with that crooked smile that never fails to melt your heart. Who murmurs the pet name when he finds you slumped behind the Guild Master's desk glaring at the rolls of parchment piled haphazardly before you. Brynjolf who scoops you into his arms, planting a kiss on your forehead and allowing you to grumble about your day. "Hold still, sweetheart." Brynjolf would breathe against your skin, clutching you to his chest as the manor's steward paces its hallways. Farkas, who cups your face so gently and speaks as if you are the only one in his world. Who calls you his sweetheart as he wipes the blood of fallen bandits from your cheeks and checks you for injuries. Who helps you out of your armor after a hard day, sinking into a warm bath and combing the hair away from your face. "You alright, sweetheart?" Farkas would call over the clashing of swords, needing an assurance that you haven't fallen.

My love/My beloved Miraak, whose voice drips with devotion when he calls out to you. That touch of reverence never fades from his tone, eyes softening when he stares at you. Miraak who attempts to cover the depth of his love with sarcasm but would fall to his knees for you if asked, who believes his unnaturally long life's only purpose is to adore you. "My beloved," that deep voice rumbles through his chest as he gazes up at you, ungloved hands twisted in your robes. "One whose soul speaks to mine." Erandur, who speaks tender words of love as a form of worship. Who sings your praises with every breath. Whether it's a retelling of his salvation to an enraptured crowd in some small tavern or against the skin of your thighs he devotes himself to you, the one he loves. "My love," he would murmur over and over, lavishing attention upon you. "My most beloved, you must take better care of yourself. I cannot imagine this world without you, my heart."

Fucker Teldryn, who slaps a hand on your thigh with his head thrown back in laughter. Your gut muscles ache and your voice is hoarse from hours of laughing at each other's stories but you never want such a night to end. Other patrons have stumbled off to bed and you're sure that Geldis is glaring daggers at the pair of you but Teldryn's easy laugh is far more intoxicating than the drinks forgotten on a nearby table. "Oh, you fucker." Teldryn would say, the affection clear in his voice. He drags your chair closer to his, allowing you a closer look at his flushed cheeks and sharp teeth. Arnbjorn, with his gruff exterior that you somehow cracked through. His tough heart that you wormed your way into, the softness he saves for the rare moment alone. He is not one for tenderness but conveys his feelings in a way you understand, a subtle love language you learned over time. "Why do I like you again?" He would grumble, forced annoyance coating the affection in his tone when you squirm closer to him. "Fucker." The word is harsh, a contrast to the soft way his calloused hands brush over your skin. "I didn't want to fall for you, y'know."

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＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Kinktober 2023 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Week Two: body worship/massage

Oiled Up - Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Alcina started feeling needy during her weekly massage session with you.

Other Warnings: praise, eating out, etc…

Word Count: 2k

Taglist: @enchantressb @shslbunnylover @aemilia @bellatrixsbrat @finnja555

Translations:

*draga mea: my darling

*îngeraș: angel

*zeița mea: my goddess

*eşti frumoasă: you are beautiful

*dragoste: love

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"Mmm, I love how good you are with your hands, draga mea," Alcina admitted as you kneaded at her meaty thigh.

'My darling’, you couldn't help the deep shade of blush that snuck onto your cheeks at her words. She knew exactly how to get you flustered. You had been her personal maid for weeks now, and she could read you like the back of her hand. It was just too easy. You were the only maid whose eyes not once glanced in her direction as she changed at her vanity, blushed each and every time she called you a term of endearment, and treated her body like she was a national treasure each time you gave the woman her weekly massages.

And to you she was exactly that. A treasure. The kind of treasure that deserved to be treated with the best care possible.

"Only the best for you, my lady," you gave the woman a small smile.

"Alcina," she corrected you. "You're the only one who's seen me naked, the least you could do is call me by my first name." She smirked to herself when noticed your blush grow deeper.

"I–" Words were unable to form as your focus from your task wavered. Had you truly been the only one to see her bare form? With the way she was so carefree about undressing in front of you, there was no possible way you could be the only one. But the truth is, you were.

She trusted you. Trusted you with caring for her. Trusted you with treating her the way she had always yearned to be treated. Other maids were scared of her, but you, you never feared her. You adored her. Everything about her was perfect to you, and she could see that admiration in your eyes each and every time you glanced her way.

"You seem surprised..." she noted the shocked look on your face with curiosity.

"No!" you immediately caught onto the subtle change of tone. "You–you're just so...beautiful, and I just thought–"

"Beautiful.." she chuckled to herself. "I wondered when you would admit your attraction to me. That was easier than I thought."

"What?" you returned your gaze back to her, hands still kneading at her soft milky skin.

"Do you think I haven't noticed the way you look at me? And the way you touch me?"

"I'm so sorry if I've made you uncomfortable–" you went to remove your hands but Alcina was quick to grab at your wrist to keep you from moving.

"I find it quite adorable actually. The way you try not to look at or touch my breasts, and avoid making any contact between my legs when you give me my massages. Here I am lying here naked, giving you full access to my body and you go completely red the second you get near my chest or my cunt." She licked her bottom lip with a deeper smirk than before, purposely dragging your palm up her body. "I know you want to feel me. To play with me. And if you truly think I'm beautiful..prove it."

Alcina had wanted you just as much as you did her, and in this moment it all made sense. The little pet names, the smiles she would only give to you, the gentle touches she would give you here and there all finally connected. She had been giving you clear signs since day one. She wanted.. no, she needed more from you.

She let go of your wrist once your body was leaning over hers, and your hand was hovering over her right breast. Your left hand was shaky while the other one had rested along her soft stomach to keep you from falling on top of her.

"Touch me, iubi. All of me." Alcina nodded her head, reassuring you even more than she was okay with you touching more of her than you ever have before.You hand finally falling to her chest, gently gliding across her firm chest, fingers lightly grazing over her hardened nipple that sent shivers down her spine.

"Just like that, draga." She cooed.

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip when you pinched her nipple and heard a quiet blissful moan from Alcina. Her little noises and praising words helped relax you, making you more comfortable with your actions.

"You're so beautiful, Alcina." You admitted, crawling higher up her body to be face to face with the woman.

The corners of her lips turned upright at your sweet words, easily telling that by the look on your face, you were telling the truth.

"You have the most perfect smile I have ever seen," your fingers trailed along her faint smile lines, "you say you need to look more youthful, but I say you're already perfect in every way...and I do plan on proving it to you, if you'll let me."

Although she had already told you that she wanted you, you still needed to hear her say it again, wanting her to be sure of what she was doing before you started, knowing you were going to get lost in the moment.

"Touch me. Taste me. Do whatever you want to me, draga mea. I am yours. All yours." Her manicured fingers grabbed at your jaw, pulling you impossibly close so her lips could engulf yours in a fiery kiss.

Her lips were full and soft to the touch, and they were exactly how you imagined they would be. Your hands freely played with her nipples, pinching and pulling at the hardened buds to elicit more explicit noises from the woman beneath you. You massaged her breasts as you played with her, not straying from your previous task.

Your lips left hers after your body begged for air, but refused to leave her body as you gave her nose the sweetest of kisses that scrunched ever so slightly at the unexpected gesture.

"Tell me every thought that is going through that pretty head, draga." She stated as she grew curious after the little pecks you gave to her smile lines.

"You have the most beautiful face I have ever laid eyes on. The way your eyes gleam when the light shines on them at just the right angle. Your nose that scrunches every so often. Those smile lines that form when your lips turn upright. You're truly remarkable, Alcina. And that's not all..."

The woman's heart fluttered in her chest at your words. She loathed the aging lines that formed along her face, but your words had her rethinking everything.

"This neck... oh how I've been wanting to leave my mark on it." You mewled, sucking prominently along her pulse point that had the woman sigh in contentment.

She was going to listen to every word that spewed from your mouth. Truly listen to every word, every detail, every syllable that you decided to share with her, knowing you meant every bit of it.

"This chest. Words can't even describe how badly I've been wanting to touch it. To kiss it. To cherish it." You placed kiss after kiss along her large breasts. "The roundness, the fullness, the way they sit perfectly on your chest, with and without support. You're truly a work of art." You admitted, before pulling a pink nipple between your lips.

Alcina's fingers roamed your luscious locks, sweetly combing the hair away from your face so she could keep seeing you and the loving look you held in your eyes. Your oiled covered fingers slid down her elongated torso, leaving Alcina squirming beneath you once you reached the faintly ticklish spot just above her hips.

After kissing your way across her chest, instead of swirling your tongue around her other nipple, you decided to focus on the widespread veins that were prominently shown around her racing heart while your hands kneaded at her outer thighs.

“Your heart.. The same heart you say is the home of a monster, but I think otherwise. This is the heart that saved me. The heart that gave me a home. The same heart that is beating in sync with my own as I kiss along every possible inch of you. You’re a Goddess, Alcina… Zeița mea.”

You placed numerous kisses down her torso, past her navel, and across her hip bones that protrude ever so faintly from her body. “These hips.. I’ve admired their shape. The perfect curvature of your body is truly remarkable. I can’t help but bask in your beauty.” You nipped at her flesh, forcing an audible moan past Alcina’s crimson colored lips.

Deft fingers fell to her inner thighs, spreading her wide-open for you to nuzzle between her legs. “Don’t even get me started on your thighs, ‘Cina. All I’ve ever thought about was how much I’ve longed to be between them. For them to squeeze around me as I pleasure you with my tongue.” You licked a small trail up her thick thigh towards her glistening center.

“Keep going, draga.” Alcina encouraged you with a soft smile and an eager tug to your now messy locks.

“Eşti frumoasă” You whispered, just loud enough for her to hear. Your hot breath in contrast to her cold, wet cunt had her bite down on her bottom lip as she shivered in anticipation.

Your eyes glanced up as you flattened your tongue along her folds, Alcina’s face was barely noticeable behind her large breasts. Eyes darted to her hardened nipples, and you couldn’t help the moan that fell past your lips at not only the view in front of you, but the first tangy taste of her along your tongue.

Alcina was quiet, and you worried you weren’t pleasing her, but the hand behind your head pushing you harder against her aching cunt was more than enough to reassure you.

You held a firm grip to her thighs, keeping her legs spread as your tongue swirled around Alcina’s swollen, sensitive clit.

“You taste so fucking good,” you moaned.

You took your time with her, alternating between flicking and sucking her throbbing clit until you found the movements that forced an audible moan from her.

Her grip in your hair tightened as you built her up, keeping your focus entirely on her clit. Lewd noises filled the room as you ate her out, occasionally slurping her cunt.

Alcina was panting, feeling herself falling closer and closer to the edge. Her heart was racing, the same heart she had told you from the start that beated for nobody. But here it was, running wild all for you.

“Draga mea, don’t stop— please don’t stop…”

The sound of her begging, something the woman never did, had you rubbing your thighs together. You had her right where you wanted her. 

Her walls were crumbling down to the point where she could let herself go. Her usual stoic and confident demeaned going down the drain, and instead being replaced with vulnerability and neediness.

“I’m so close,” she breathed out. “I’m going to come, draga! Don’t stop, don’t stop…” Her thighs threatened to close around you, and you let them. Meaty thighs wrapped around your head, keeping you tightly between her legs. Your air was restricted, but you didn’t let that stop you. Your pace was rapid, rough, and Alcina couldn’t help the expletives that flew from her mouth.

“Let go, zeița mea. Come for me.” Your tongue swirled tightly around her clit, ensuring to put pressure on her sensitive bud to completely unravel her.

Her long back arched from the bed, large veiny breasts lifting high in the air as Alcina came with a loud sinful, toe curling moan. You kept with your movements as you could feel your own wetness drip down your thighs, allowing Alcina to feel euphoric for as long as possible.

You sucked and slurped at her tangy cunt, licking up every last drop of her orgasm. Her thighs shook as they let go of your head, allowing you more access to air. “Okay, okay, dragoste.” She whimpered, pulling you gently up by your hair. You licked your lips with a pleased hum, and Alcina couldn’t stop herself from pulling you straight up to her to engulf you in a needy kiss.

She let out her own pleased moan as she tasted herself along your tongue while her lipstick smudged and colored your own lips in a deep crimson. 

“Well, did I prove it, zeița mea?” you smiled against her lips.

Alcina couldn’t help but chuckle at your words, and she knew she had to admit her first defeat.

You cupped her flushed cheeks while bright golden eyes gazed at you longingly. You squeezed her cheeks ever so slightly as you gave the tip of her nose a gentle peck, forcing her skin to scrunch at the contact.

“Eşti frumoasă, Alcina.. The most beautiful being I have ever laid eyes on, I will say it again and again, and prove it to you as many times as I have to until you believe it yourself.” You admitted with a kind smile. “Zeița mea, my Alcina, I will worship you until the end of time.”

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ok OK listen. here are my latest streamer au thoughts before i try to hop off for the day:

i love "married couple madly in love that no one realises are together because they're so different" but i am also terrible at fic planning for established relationships, and my favourite part about aziraphale/crowley is the lead up and the pining

so what if......... "streamers who no one realises are roommates because they're so different" AND "roommates who are secretly madly in love with each other but are so focused on keeping their own infatuation secret they don't notice it's reciprocated until thousands of online strangers start to point it out" ?????

fic concept: crowley and aziraphale are two full time streamers living together. they have their own spaces. but they mesh bizarrely well as roommates, and have come to really enjoy the routine of eating dinners, grocery shopping, and spending their days off together. there's still some distance between them, that shy sort of "i want to show him something– oh his door is closed, i better not bother him," invitations are actual invitations rather than "i'm doing this and you're coming with me," and they're not a CrowleyAndAziraphale unit yet.

both chats are going mad trying to figure out why crowley's roommate's voice is so familiar, and where they've seen that red hair in the corner of aziraphale's screen before. there's conspiracy theories and a subset of shippers (stoked by both crowley and aziraphale's occasional penchant to sigh and vent about a vague crush they haven't named, but is definitely their mysterious roommate if you watched every stream and collaborated on an elaborate google doc to connect all the dots together) but their mods are the only ones who know they live together. (and ship it. of course they know about the crushes and ship it to death and are just watching with popcorn waiting for these idiots to figure it out)

some people piece it together with all the off hand mentions and mid stream tea deliveries, and more start to believe them when crowley drags aziraphale to a twitchcon event and they're seen being friendly in photos together. they're also aware of people constantly asking and guessing about their illusive roommates, but when crowley finally pops up on an aziraphale stream, both streamers are startled at just how insanely their communities react to the innocuous reveal.

nothing changes for aziraphale and crowley. they were never intentionally hiding the fact, so they just continue referring to each other in their normal vague terms. but now when a new viewer is like "who's your roommate?" long time subs with the lore will fill them in. and it very quickly starts to sound like "crowley lives with aziraphale, that wholesome kitchen streamer. someone's made a clip comp, you should go watch. it's adorable they're so in love" and crowley sees these messages like what the FUCK are yall talking about in here on this day, and bans a message for the first time in six months.

aziraphale of course sees none of these messages because he's a fuckin luddite and can't keep up with chat.

or. maybe he's just choosing not to acknowledge them. because if chat can see he's in love with crowley, does that mean crowley can see it too? and that is just unacceptable and terrifying to him, so he smiles and quickly starts explaining how to saddle stitch a book spine even though literally nobody asked

(anathema, newt, and nina have worked their way through the flavoured popcorn seasonings anathema's aunt sent her for christmas, and are now experimenting with homemade seasoning recipes together) (if maggie knew about all this, she would have put her foot down and demanded they talk to aziraphale and crowley about having a conversation)

[hypostatic-oath]

I've the post about how you think comps would work and we are allow to ask. Assuming I read that right.

And if so, I was wonder if you had any thoughts on how Dehya, Zhongli, Ei or Nahdia team would interact. Especially when I often joke she the bodyguards to three Archons, even if she doesn't know Zhongli was a former Archon it still funny to me.

DEHYA MY BELOVED-

I can see her being very proud of being Nahida's bodyguard. That one is obvious right off the bat, those two would absolutely adore each other.

Dehiya is thankful for the old consultant on her team. There is something odd about the man, always in those heavy robes that cover his full body - she has no doubt that out of all of them, he'd have the hardest time in the desert. And yet, the refined gentleman never seems to issue a complaint.

They've developed a kinship, she figures, of being the two mortals sided by two gods. Dehiya assumes he is the one meant to watch over the Electro Archon, just as she is the protector of Lesser Lord Kusanali. His shield is nearly impenetrable, and he is rarely ever startled... to her, it makes sense why you'd chosen him to be Eternity's guardian, even though the man hails from Liyue and not Inazuma.

They get along well, too - Ei seems to hold as much respect for him as he does for her, and the two converse with an ease that highlights the consultant's old age.

As for Nahida, she is slightly nervous. It is true that with Dehiya as her protector, and Rex Lapis raisong those shields of his, nothing will ever harm her. But she is still aprehensive to speak to the other two Archons - it has been a long time, and she has no idea how to introduce herself. She wonders if you'll give them time to play hopscotch together sometime amidst your exploration.

When you name Dehiya as the "Archons' Bodyguard", Ei is curious. She has fought for her entire life. Her skills are unparallelled. Why would she need a bodyguard? She's asked Morax about it, confused. Did you think she was weak? The old dragon had only laughed and said it was probably some sort of term of endearment - that Dehiya had been a bodyguard by trade before. Nevertheless, Ei was still curious about the woman's skill. Whenever you're logged off, the two can be found sparring. Both of them appreciate the opportunity to train.

During these times, the God of Wisdom sits next to the funeral consultant. Though reluctant at firstn their conversation ends up flowing. It is widely known that Zhongli likes to talk, and Buer, if given the chance and the encouragement to do so, will ramble about almost any topic. They have you to thank for placing them together in a team - they've become fast friends, and Nahida feels much more confident about approaching the rest of the Archons.

As for Ei and Nahida, it is almost the opposite. Both have been isolated for far too long, and neither knows how to start. The Raiden Shogun is an intimidating god, and her silence makes Nahida wonder if the ruler of Inazuma would even care to speak to her. As for Ei, she simply enjoys that Nahida has chosen to sit beside her, unaware of the God of Dendro's struggle as they both sit in silence. They eventually bond over their shared love for sweets, and as they grow closer, Nahida's worries diminish. It is not that Ei looks down on her - the Shogun is simply just as bad at interacting with new people as she is, or perhaps even worse. Kusanali is instilled with newfound resolve - she will share with the Electro Archon all that she's learnt from you and the Traveler when it comes to talking to others!

After months of traveling together, of being guided by you all across Teyvat, Dehiya has begun to suspect that there might be something odd about one of her travel companions.

You've named her the Archons' Bodyguard - Archons, plural - so what is Zhongli's role? The more she learns about the Shogun, the more she wonders why the Electro Archon would even need a bodyguard, let alone two.

Plus, the man's occupation makes no sense whatsoever. How does a funeral consultant learn to fight like that? He wears gloves, so she cannot thell whether his hands are calloused, but she's willing to wager they might be - he swings his polearm with an ease that tells her he is an experienced fighter. His dominion over his element is astonishing, and there is something... off, about how both her Archon and the Shogun talk to and about him.

Maybe one day one of them will slip off and call him Morax in front of her. Or maybe one day you'll tell her who he is. Either way, Zhongli drfinitely won't open up - both to preserve his secret identity, and because he knows that Dehiya finds comfort in the notion that she's not the only mortal among them.

[shutupheathersorryheatherr]

"Birthday days"

Summery: a short Beomgyu x reader fic in celebration of his birthday! you two start celebrating a day early and its adorable and heartwarming-- the love between you two really shows. The type of love you give each other— whole heartedly and true. The playfulness and newness you too still have… all these things are all that matters approx: fifteen minute read

warningz/ info: kissing, established relationship, some cursing here and there, talking of food. reader gives beomgyu a bit of tough love and he loves it. reader is gn! and they cuddle. think thats about it! lemme know if I missed anything as always!

A/n: ok I know (or at least I hope) that beomgyu doesn’t see this but happy birthday you talented-in-literally-everything man! i think this is my first birthday fic but ugh he deserves the title lmao because in the words of that one song from destiny's child: I WANNA CARE FOR UUUU MAKE YOU DINNER AND DESSERT PUT YOUR DEWRAG ONNNN

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper.” This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

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You snort out a genuine laugh as he presses his nose into your neck. and he feels as if he was made to make you do so and to hear it. whatever you two were talking about before slips your mind as you ease into a comfortable silence with him. as talkative as the man currently breathing onto your neck is, it wasn't something you got often.

The silence is quickly filled, though, when he pokes his slimy little tongue out to lick your neck. You shrink back and laugh out a scream. "ah!" you laugh, "ew beomgyu! thats disgust-- get off--" he hums, arms trapping you to him, reveling in your body warmth as he was only in boxers and a sleep shirt. this was supposed to be a very special but normal none the less night before his birthday... full love, kisses, and good food. but of course neither of you could hold fast to that. you knew it from the beginning anyways

Thats when it happens-- he nips at your neck and you nearly squeal. "Beomgyu!" he doesn't say anything. then he goes for your collarbone. not enough to leave a mark but enough to get you smiling at him, his hair brushing your cheek as he pins you to him, legs tangled with his even though you two are standing. "Lemme go, Beomgyu!"

"I don't know a Beomgyu! I'll let you go if you say the right name and address me correctly!" you roll your eyes and scratch up his back. he shivers in the best way possible as you smile. "Can you let me go now... beom?" he huffs into your ear, but releases his grip a bit none the less. "... I'll except it..." you peel yourself away from him to look him in his pretty deep brown eyes. "what else would you have liked, you big baby?" you tease. he was so spoiled, but he was right, you barely ever call him by his actual name anymore. at least not in private. it soon shifting into terms of endearment. and even before you were together, you always had some sort of nickname or term to address him with.

"Baby would've been nice...." he fake sulks, "love, darling, honey, handsome, your treasure, light in your life. anything, really." you glance over at the clock. "Sure” you roll your eyes, “anything. we need to try to get to sleep, baby." he pouts, and all you feel like doing is kissing those lips until both of yours are numb. but he only grips you tighter at your bedrooms door, halfway in the hallway.

"Nope! I wanna hug hola bit more. and dont be so mean! its my birthday after all."

You smile into his hair as he finds his face nuzzled back into your neck. "Not for another five minutes its not." you chuckled. you two were joking, of course. you always liked to start celebrating each others birthdays as early as can be. and this time it just so happened to be at tonights dinner.

"Fine fine," he grins, "can I hug you all I want once it hits midnight?" he bargains. you playfully scoff. "I would barely consider this hugging." he puffs out warm air onto your neck and kisses the places he wiped at before, adding on your throat to peck. "But youve got yourself a deal."

You climb into bed, Beomgyu following you closely behind. You pull he covers up to your chin, settling into your designated spot as he does the to his (basically meaning wherever was right next to you) You turn to him, fully expected one of his teasing facing at you under the dim light, ready to do your nightly sleepy talk. he surprises you with his quick seriousness though.

"Happy anniversary." he pecks your lips, truly never being able to stay away from them for long.

It had been a full year since you'd confessed your true feelings for him on guess what? the night before his birthday. you hadn't planned on in much, but you knew you wanted to do it when the time felt right and had wanted to for a while. you were sure he had a thing for you too-- the way the air with him was always thick and slow moving as molasses told you quite enough. the little gremlin actually whined when you'd brought it up. "I was gonna say it your next birthday!" you simply laughed at him at the time. "well, you were taking too long." then it started what had to have been your first "argument" as a couple-- who was gonna take who out first.

"What about I take you out..." you remember him crawling closer to you on the floor, now in between you legs, "tomorrow, hm?" you chuckled. "dude!" you put a hand to your head and massaged your temples, so this was how it was gonna be? you just had to pick him? "its your birthday tomorrow!" He gets this dumb look on his face, eyes wide. "oh.... " "yeah 'oh'!" you shout at him, "its supposed to be about you!" "it can be about you too...! about us!"

He then tells you hes gonna confess to you your next birthday to make up for it. your first "argument" as a couple was interesting. and when you tell him that his face turns a shade red enough to challenge any tomato. "we're a couple?" he blinks, small smile hidden behind his lips. "you wanna be?" he lets his smile bloom in full and nods his head so fast you wonder how the boy isn't dizzy.

But what makes you dizzy is how long ago that all was. it felt like just yesterday you had kissed him for the first time, caught in between not letting go and and curling into yourself like a turtle to hide your beaming smile. you still felt the giddiness of it all as if this was your first week together. hm, you think, some things might never change. and to be honest, you were ok with that if it was this.

You two felt comfortable, haven fallen into a good routine like youve been together for ages. and sometimes it did feel like that even though it had only been a year. because of how god damn close you were before then. so close that sometimes you'd get teased that you looked like a couple. but even with all this, there was never a dull moment. somehow you two made everything into a new experience. a new good memory. it was never boring, even laying with him here in silence.

Oh... wait... in silence! you suddenly remembered that you hadn't responded to him yet, just staring at him. once you focus more on his face hes got his eyebrow raised and a knowing smile on his face, shaking his head slightly. "happy anniversary, my love." and you dont give him even a second to complain and whine about why you didnt call him that sooner before you scoot closer to him, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and swinging a leg over his hips. you glance at the time quickly. yup "And happy birthday."

You didn’t know what it was, or maybe you did because you loved him. But nonetheless the you the strongest magnetic pull towards him. Never before have you felt the way you do now. You think you’ll remember this night forever. Next to you, already half asleep, beomgyus thinking the same thing. And that no mater where you two were in life you’d have each other to just be happy with. Cause that’s the feeling among other wonderful ones that you brought each other— unbridled happiness.

And you two stay like this, until your breathing slowly matches and you drift into what was probably the same dream about the year before.... only slightly interrupted with a bear with a party hat but we won't talk about that.

=

The next morning and youve rushed around enough, making everything just right for your adoring boyfriend for the entire next five to seven business days. it was quite a bit of preparation, especially since you didnt wanna bang shit around and wake him up, but you feel accomplished none the less, hoping he'll like it.

Youve prepare quite the spread of his favorite breakfast items, all cooked and seasoned to perfection. as youre admiring your work, you hear a groan from the bedroom, beomgyu opening the door you shut gently earlier. hes rubbing his eyes and pouting, such a cute sight that all you wanna do so litter him with kisses. "What'r you doin?" he stands there, swaying back and forth because of the morning cold that's hit him. "I woke up and you weren't there. I wanted to hold you." hes a bit groggy but his senses are slowly coming to him and a wide smile graces his face, tops of his cheeks poking under his eyes.

You jog over to him, hands at your sides. and grab him by the shoulders, turning him in front of you and leading him to the breakfast table. he stops you and puts his hands on your shoulders, mimicking you, sly smile on his face. you stop in your tracks. "im sorry I wasn't there when--" "its ok and I thank you. but come to bed after we enjoy? just for another ten minutes. I didnt realize how much I missed morning cuddles with you." his eyes were more open now, he was more alert, but having him say that just put both of you into relaxation mode. "sure thing, baby." you smile at him. fuck he was so cute it didnt even make sense.

His sock clad feel pitter padder on the floor and you plop him down and he protests. "y-you you made all this?" he sounds a mixture of surprised and touched, though what else was he to expect? he knew you'd try to make this day the best ever-- even from the start. "this is too much. thank you but--" you put an eating utensil in his hand. "just try it please." he takes a bite of the thing closest to him., then another, than another. he makes a couple sounds of enjoyment then turns to you. "why'd you do all this?"

"I wanted you to love it! duh! im gonna make this day perfect for you and you better not expect anything less!" you yell and he chuckles. it was funny, just like the years past, especially last year, here you were, yelling sweet lovely things at him. tough love that made him gooey on the inside... and outside most of the time. he Stands up so quickly you barely have time to say that he better go sit down before his breakfast gets cold and to go enjoy his food.

He puts a firm but very gentle hand on where your neck and head meet thumb rubbing circles on your lower cheek. looks deep into your eyes then kisses you. "I love it, baby. thank you, really. it's all too much. come sit and enjoy it with me." he never fails to amaze you with how he can go from this goofball to something that makes your knees weaker than anything else he does, wanting to melt into him.

You sit next to him as always, knees touching in a way that somehow made two grown peoples hearts flutter like it was the first time. he sets down his utensil next to his plate, knowing better than to set down your hand and distract you from your food. he leans closer to you and kisses your cheek, an act so small and innocent but meaning so so so much to express his love and gratitude. you smile and he kisses closer to the apple of your cheek again, and again, and again.

Now hes barely leaving your skin before he goes in for another one, nose bumping into you and yeah, maybe the window is open but he doesn't really care if the neighbors are out. each little kiss on your cheek makes a small sound that makes you smile even wider. and here you two are, his birthday but you both are giddy as he keeps pecking your cheek over, over, and over. the food can wait another minute, the expressions of love an adoration are all that matters.

~end~

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Baby Name List

pairing: Cowboy!Chris x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: Chris finds out about Y/n’s baby name list, and wants to put some of them to good use ASAP (girlboss!reader) (emotional Chris)

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“Don’t you jus’ look fuckin’ adorable pumpkin” Chris swooned bringing his two hands to his mouth and letting out a loud whistle, tossing his hard hat, with it skilfully landing on its holder. His hands came to settle on his belt buckle, his boots clanking against the wooden floor as he approached his girlfriend, who was in nothing but one of his red plaid shirts. “Well aren’t you home early honey” She smirked, her lips red with her usual lipstick.

“Cant stay away from my sweet pie from too long, ya know me” He chuckled settling onto the leather couch beside her, his arm settling around her shoulder and landing right atop her breast, with it barely covered by the clean fabric. “How was the ranch today bubby, wasn’t too hard on ya was it?” She giggled looking up at him, kissing up his neck as she felt his hand bounce her tit in his hand and squeezing it lightly.

Chris just shook his head, nuzzling his nose against her cheek, his overgrown beard just rubbing against her skin roughly just how she liked it. “Jus got a new shipment in from North Dakota-“

“DAKOTA- right hold on big man, gotta put that name on the list” She squealed wiggling in her seat, tucking herself closer into her man’s chest, “What list baby? a vacation list? Cause let me tell you what’s in North Dakota-“

“Not a vacation list bubby, look, it’s a baby name list” She smiled clearly proud of herself, tilting the screen to show him the array of names listed on her phone, each section divided into each gender and what ones were her top 10. To her this was normal behaviour, she always wanted to be a mother and she knew damn well that her own Cowboy Chris would be the one to fulfil that.

“A-a baby name list sugar?” He asked shocked, his breath catching in his throat as his arms tugged themselves tighter around the woman in his arms, a sense of warmth and relief erupting in his heart. “Mhm, and nope it’s not up for debate cowboy, cause I know damn well you’d name her daisy or something- Wait Daisy isn’t a bad name actually” She rambled vigorously typing on her phone once again,

“You’re doin this, for our babies? Like together?” He said softly stopping her hands, causing her eyes to furrow and look up at him, “Well course, i’m hardly planning to get impregnated by another man, don’t ya want kids with me?” She snarked turning to look at him, only to laugh when she found him dazed and dreamily looking at her.

Chris’ body shuddered and grew angry at the thought of some other bastard claiming his woman, but that feeling quickly faded away by his new revelation. She wanted babies with him. “Careful honey ya might start droolin” She smacked his face lightly, before leaning in and pressing her red lips against his pink ones, pulling away to see his cheeks flushed and his hands bringing her in for another hot smooch.

“Fuck yeah I want kids with you angel, want kids with you so bad, want the white house and the picket fence n’ all that horseshit. Jus’ didn’t realise ya wanted it with me too” He breathed out, his hand mindlessly still rubbing all over her naked torso, finding itself rubbing over her stomach which he now realised would house their future. “You can be so stupid some times” Y/n laughed kissing up his neck, her hands directing his back to her breast; she always loved him just touching her body at any point, it didn’t matter what he was doing.

In fact it was quite normal to see the usual stoic Cowboy giving his long-term girlfriend foot-rubs, kisses everywhere and hugs every single second, not exaggerating. “But we can’t name her Daisy, we named the new calf that a few days ago, can’t have my babygirl twinnin with a calf” Chris grinned picking up her phone, looking at the names himself, laughing to himself every time he’d see a Disney reference.

“Well if ya would hurry up we’d have probably used about 20 of the names already bub” She pouted snatching her phone back, “That a promise?” He raised his brow looking at her, a smirk on his face as he looked down to see her exposed pussy starting to glisten with her wetness; “I say we start with the names, Myla and Mason” He whispered looking at her eyes which we now wide accompanied by a giddy smile on her smudged red lips. “Give me twins then, cowboy” She taunted tugging on his chin to bring his lips to hers, her hand guiding his to her clenching hole, starting their own rodeo of madness.

“Pumpkin ya really want this with me don’t ya? Already dreamin of bringin the tiny things to the ranch n’ teachin’ them howta ride a horse” He chuckled into her neck, his fingers continuing their assault on her bud as she uncontrollably bucked her hips up to meet his fingers. “W-want it so bad Bub, need it” She sighed out feeling his fingers enter her snug hole, the zipper on his washed out jeans being pulled down as she noticed how much they had strained against the bulge of his shaft.

“Do- Do you want this with me Chris? Tell me now, before we bring a life into this” She said meeting his eyes, her lip between her teeth trying to hold back a moan; as much as she wanted a baby so desperately, she needed to know her baby would receive love from both its momma and daddy.

“I don’t know what else I could want more pumpkin” He smiled kissing the corner of her lips, his body stiffening once she released his cock from his underwear, its red bulb shining against the light. Her thumb ran over his slit before her hands wrapped themselves around his cock, fisting it slowly and passionately; their lips still locked lovingly. “I’m not knockin’ you up on the couch baby, no way in hell, we doin’ this the proper way” Hesitatingly he pulled his lips away from hers, his lips tingling and already aching to be back on hers; in seconds he had picked her up by her thighs, giggles leaving her as she held on by his biceps.

He held her close on the bed, letting her straddle his lap whilst she cuddled into him, their bodies connected as one; his lips attached to her neck leaving behind bites of passion and ecstasy. “G’damn I love you so much baby, I-i’m not gonna last much longer honey” He breathed out against her neck, his hands splayed on her back to keep her against him at all times, their bodies providing each other heat.

“M-me too bubby, m’so close, can feel it right here to here” She whimpered pointing from her heart right to her wet centre, her lips crashing onto his swollen ones, their tongues meeting causing both their chins to become wet with each other’s saliva; a usual occurrence in this household. “I-I’m close, cum with me bubby , please” She gasped out holding onto his shoulders as she bounced faster on his cock, his hips thrusting up to meet hers.

“Don’t worry pumpkin, m’right here, on three alright? 1, 2 ,3-“

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“If you’re not pregnant by now, then that is a miracle in itself” Chris sighed moving some of her hair to behind her shoulder, her smile sweet and lazy as she just looked up at him as if he was some sort of treat. “I love you bubba, too much even” She whispered tracing a finger down his nose before booping the tip of it, giggling when he bit onto it playfully and wouldn’t let it go.

“You have my whole heart, but I still don’t think it’s enough” He whispered back nuzzling their noses together, his arms still enclosing their bodies together, her pussy clenching around his softened shaft every so often.

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[redriotinggg]

Hahahahaha thinking about zosansopp and how seeing Usopp on Sabaody again—all jacked and confident—made both Zoro and Sanji realize their feelings for him and eventually, each other.

Zoro only ever saw Usopp as a close friend, but seeing him talk his talk and have the game to back it up, while also looking like that, is doing something to his heart, mind, body, and spirit.

Usopp has always been Sanji’s closest friend, but 2 years ago he forced himself to repress any feelings towards him that weren’t quite platonic. After his time on Momoiro and coming to terms with his identity, there’s no chance of him denying his feelings in the face of a taller, hotter, more confident Usopp.

The observant marksman that he is, Usopp is quick to notice the way Zoro is initiating touches with Usopp, where before, he’d simply accept Usopp’s physical affections. He sees the difference in the way Sanji looks at him while he rants and tells tall tales. Usopp had a hopeless crush on both of them before their separation and all of his feelings are coming back full force under their new attention. But then again—is he just reading too far into things? He doesn’t think so, but he did spend the majority of the last two years without human contact so perhaps he’s seeing things that aren’t really there.

As Zoro and Sanji end up spending more time with Usopp in a bid to get closer to the sniper, they also end up spending more time together, too. They each watch as their crewmate interacts with Usopp and show their affections in their own way.

Zoro watches as Sanji fails to constrain the hearts that come in his eyes as Usopp compliments the dish made especially for him. He has to admit that the cook looks handsome when he smiles at Usopp with nothing but pure adoration in his gaze.

And Sanji appreciates how being around Usopp seems to help Zoro lose some of that intensity that follows him around since their reunion. Zoro has always been infuriatingly good-looking, but he’s really attractive now with his hard lines and wide shoulders and tender smiles he saves for Usopp.

Cue the pining love triangle, with the three of them sharing longing glances and lingering touches.

Unsurprisingly, Zoro ends up being the one saying something one of the nights where the three of them have congregated in the galley.

“Usopp. Sanji.” The use of the chef’s actual name makes both of them snap to attention. “I need to be honest. Since we’ve all reunited my feelings for you both have changed. It started with just Usopp, but somehow, along the way, Sanji, you too…” Zoro breaks his steady eye contact for a moment and Usopp and Sanji watch in fascination as his cheeks flush. “You’re both nakama and my friends but… you’re more than that. To me.”

Not to be outdone by the swordsman, Sanji leaves the kitchen and stomps his way over to where Usopp is sitting at the table. The blush on his face and the trembling of his usually steady fingers as he holds Usopp’s hand betrays how nervous and embarrassed he’s truly feeling.

“Usopp, I’ve had strong feelings for you for a long time,” he confesses, the tone of his voice sending Usopp’s heart into overdrive. “You have always been my best friend. But before getting sent away and meeting Iva, I wasn’t ready to accept that my feelings went beyond that friendship. I don’t want to hide anymore. You deserve to know the breadth of my feelings and I want to show them to you. I love you so much, Usopp.”

He turns to Zoro with an expression that is both exasperated and fond.

“And for some reason, my heart has decided to want to extend itself to the mosshead, as well. Those feelings are new and a bit weird, honestly, but I’m willing to explore them since it seems like he and I are the same page for once. So, Usopp… would you like to be with us? Both Zoro and I?”

“As more than nakama,” Zoro adds.

“B-boyfriends,” Sanji further clarifies.

For a moment Usopp just continues to blink and gape at them. He still isn’t completely sure that he’s not dreaming, right now. Somehow, he manages to snap himself out of his stupor. He squeezes Sanji’s hand as he stands and brings the cook to sit with him and Zoro on the couch. Usopp places his other hand in Zoro’s firm grip.

“I’ve had a crush on both of you since forever,” Usopp admits shyly. “How could I not? You’re both so cool and kind—and hot! And you’ve both inspired me to become stronger and believe in myself. Having you as my friends already feels like more than I deserve sometimes. The thought of either of you—much less both of you—liking me like that is unreal, to be honest.”

“We wouldn’t lie to you,” Sanji assures him. Zoro nods along.

Usopp smiles at them both, flattered by their encouragement.

“I know. It’s unreal in a good way. I-I’m happy. Really happy.”

“You didn’t answer Curly’s question,” Zoro reminds Usopp, bumping their shoulders together. “D’you wanna do this? All of us?”

“Yes!” Usopp says excitedly. “I want us all to be boyfriends.”

Zoro grins. “Sounds good to me.”

“Well, I think this calls for a celebration,” Sanji announces with a big smile. “I’ll whip us up something nice!”

“Get me booze!” Zoro demands.

“In your dreams, you samurai wannabe!”

“Wait!” Usopp exclaims, interrupting their argument and stopping Sanji from getting up. “Shouldn’t we like… make it official?”

Sanji raises an eyebrow. “Official?”

Usopp smirks. “Yeah. Like this.” Mustering up his hard-earned confidence, he turns to Zoro and kisses him soundly on the lips.

Zoro doesn’t hesitate to kiss him back. He wraps his arm around Usopp’s waist and pulls him closer to return the embrace. To share the depth of his new but intense feelings.

When they pull apart Usopp turns to Sanji to kiss him too. The blond meets him enthusiastically, excited to finally do something he has long since dreamed of. Sanji cradles Usopp’s face in his hands as he presses kiss after kiss to his lips before backing away with a smile.

“Now you two,” Usopp instructs breathlessly.

Zoro and Sanji make eye contact for a moment, hesitating. Usopp gets a hand on each of them and gives an encouraging squeeze. That gives them both the courage to lean forward and close the gap between them, their lips meeting again and again.

“Not bad, Love-Cook,” Zoro mumbles as they separate.

Sanji smirks. “Lucky for you, Broccoli Top, there’s more where that came from.”

Usopp’s grin is wide and his eyes are sparkling as he looks between them. His nakama. His new boyfriends.

“This is gonna be so fun.”

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Preview: I've got plans, sorry | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: James is whipped. He adores his girlfriend so much, to the point that it starts to bother his friends. His reaction to a confrontation about it with his friends is to completely pull away from you, always finding new excuses to avoid you, leaving you to try and approach him. When you overhear him trying to be cool under peer pressure and say that you're too clingy, you also start pulling away, using the same excuses.

Notes: Angst with a happy ending probably, I love happy endings. Established relationship, For plot purposes, Sirius will start off as an arse

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James Potter found himself a girlfriend, and it wasn't Lily Evans.

The news spread around faster than the Nimbus 1000 could fly and had everyone do a double take when they saw James strutting around, your books in one arm, held to his broad chest. His other arm holding you close.

"Everyone's staring," you whispered to James. His only reaction seemed to be walking even straighter than before, chest puffed out in pride, ready to show you off. "It's because you're breathtakingly gorgeous of course," he winked at you and you stiffled a laugh, shaking your arm and flipping a uno reverse up at him. He grinned and accepted the card, stuffing it up his own sleeve.

He had put in so much effort to get you to notice him, he almost couldn't believe it when you had eventually admitted that you fancied him back.

"Not sure why they all seem so surprised though," if you didn't know better, you would say that he sounded offended. "I mean, I've ben fighting for your affection for quite a while now, right, Darling?"

He looked down to you for affirmation. "Well," you began. "You still flirted a lot with Lily, so I do get their confusion." You tentatively brought up.

James pulled you to a stop, spun you around and pressed him lips to yours in an overly dramatic way. It had you giggling in the kiss. When you pulled away, he pulled you back to his chest, bringing you in for a hug.

You grunted at the sudden impact from your own chest at the pile of books he still held in front of him and laughed. "Hey!" You exclaimed and pressed your arm to your sore chest. "Let me help you with that, darling," he quickly offered with a wide grin. You playfully rolled your eyes at his excitement and grabby hands and swatted them away in amusement. You let him press you closer to his side, and he turned his head to kiss the top of yours.

"I'll show them how in love I am with you," he sighed happily in your hair.

You came to a stop where you two had to part ways, having picked different courses. James returned your books to you, and you left a sweet peck on his cheek.

You both walked to your classes, but not before looking back, meeting each other's eyes, a smile and a wink thrown in each other's direction.

James was always around you and vice versa, spending a great deal of your time with the marauders. You'd already been on good terms with Sirius, by which you meant that he knew your name, your own parents on his parents' payroll. You knew Peter who was your partner for your muggle studies class, and you had been friends with Remus ever since he had been kind enough to share his ink, paper and extra quill for taking notes during your first class of transfiguration. You had severely underestimated how much writing you would have to do in class instead of, you know, transfiguring. So you had sort of just joined the marauders, not that they seemed to mind. Or so you thought.

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[siswritesyanderes]

OMGGG YANDERE BRIDGERTON PLEASE

Okay, brainstorm.

I'm torn between wanting the characters to be ruthless in the non-violent social sense that leaves their opponents destitute, or leaning fully into "They're rich enough to get away with murder."

So, I'm thinking the Bridgertons are just ALL yanderes. It's just a family thing; just yanderes all the way down. They banter about it. Violet and (the dad; I forgot his name) were yanderes for each other, and their children are all amazed at how well their mother survived losing him so suddenly.

In their childhood, the Bridgertons are all platonic yanderes. (When they do have childhood crushes, they don't usually feel yandere towards those; they're just cute little childhood crushes.) With their friends, they tend to be highly protective, or clingy, or jealous. Any one of them will kill for their family without a second thought and bury the body on their own land. Maybe someone hurts little Eloise's feelings, Daphne tells their older brothers, and Anthony, Benedict, and Colin sink a body in the river that night. Or rather, Anthony and Colin do, while Benedict preserves their alibi.

(At this moment I'm going to write about the canon relationships of those of them who have those. I'm open to asks about what specifically you're looking for.)

Daphne is yandere for Simon. She has modeled herself to be the perfect diamond, and Simon, as much as he tries to be, cannot make himself harder than a diamond. In fact, he is moldable, and fragile, and she adores him. Simon is not a yandere and also doesn't really get that Daphne is a yandere. He hasn't been romantic like this with anyone before, so he doesn't know what a normal level of possessiveness is. He's been taught that women need to be wary of him, not vice versa. Her genuine innocence to matters of the flesh shields her from a lot of scrutiny. How can someone who has never touched herself be thought guilty of taking undue license with a man? How could someone with such wide, naive eyes be thought guilty of manipulating anyone? At every step, she guides him into the palms of her hands, and she loves how he succumbs.

If she ever had her eyes on someone other than Simon, in keeping with my fondness for poly yanderes, most likely she would first verify that Simon likes the person, too. It's not beyond her capabilities to guilt him for liking someone else and leverage that to get him to go along with whatever her plan is to pursue this unconventional relationship. But I think she would pick a gentler way to convince him, and only resort to shaming him if he resists the gentle approach. Maybe the one they both love can be hired as a "nanny" or "tutor" for their children, and they can enjoy their intimate company in the comfort of their own home. That could work even if the person marries someone else, and anyway, who's to say the unfortunate rival won't trip on a slick road or drunkenly fall into the Thames?

Anthony thought he felt that Bridgerton obsession for Siena; he pursued her relentlessly on the basis of what he believed he was supposed to feel. When that didn't pan out and he still felt basically like his normal self, he decided that he must not be like the rest of his family. And good! Because he didn't want to fall in love anyway.

Then he met Kate, and suddenly his ruthless self is unleashed in full. She was the sun in the morning, the air he breathed, and he needed as many hooks in her as possible to make sure she didn't go anywhere. When she seemed to distrust and resent him, he courted Edwina. Now Kate had to be around him. But as he wormed his way closer to her, she planned to leave for India as soon as Edwina was married. That couldn't be allowed. Every step he took was contrived to erase the possibility of Kate leaving him. Honestly, we could say that he deliberately caused her to fall off her horse, if we wanted to. Kate does recognize that he feels and behaves abnormally toward her, but once she comes to terms with being romantic with him in the first place, she's able to handle his yandere side pretty easily.

If he ever had his eyes on someone other than Kate, he might kidnap them in secret. Again, he just needs them not to leave. Kate finds out, because she's on top of everything always. She isn't really yandere, but she already manages his obsession with her on a daily basis. Now, she manages his obsession with the new person, the ethics of kidnapping, and the need to contain the scandal of what he's done, by basically helping him to craft a plausible narrative around what happened. (Maybe they found you in the woods, having gotten lost and ill, and were keeping you in their home until you were well enough. You're still not allowed to see anyone; who would question the Bridgertons? Kate makes sure you're comfortable and reins in Anthony where necessary. He worships her for being so understanding of his needs.)

I haven't seen season 3 yet and so I don't have a full handle on Colin right now.

Benedict will gladly pine forever. He has a kind of romantic enjoyment of the sensation of yearning, so he could paint his love and watch his love and tease his love forever. But, given the expectations of the society they live in, his love might be obligated to marry someone. He will very amicably ruin anyone his love courts. Scandals everywhere. Without the slightest dip in his wistful smile, he will set everything into place to have his rivals socially destroyed, in the ton, and when his love is left with no one else to court, then he will appear with all the love in his heart. If the person is looking for a husband, then he's their last chance. If they're looking for a wife, then Benedict will cleverly contrive it so that they read as best friends, artistic partners, whatever else. Maybe his love has found themself to be inexplicably cut off from any money and resources they once had. The crucial thing is that he will never have to vie for attention. He only has to introduce himself, and they will concede to his love willingly. And then he'll unload his deluge of paintings and sculptures and poems onto them. He might do this with Madame Delacroix.

Also, maybe Penelope's a yandere? Just separately. Idk, she has too much subtle power to ignore.

[pastanest]

A/N: just some fun headcannons I thought of for different regenerations of the Doctor with each other’s companions :)

Doctors With Each Other’s Companions

Ten x Clara Oswald 

there is only one reason that these two could not spend more than the 50th anniversary special together: the bisexuals would’ve spontaneously combusted

no but fr 

if they had one full conversation they’d flirt themselves into an outerspace hotel room in approximately 4 seconds 

the tension is palpable 

the HEIGHT DIFFERENCE? I have been found deceased in a sewer pipe

no but seriously a show with these two couldnt be PG 

Eleven was all flustered and bumbling when Clara flirted with him but Ten?? OH, he is SMOOTH AS BUTTER WITH IT once he’s gotten a bit more accustomed to it

The Oncoming Rizz, if you will

Nine x Donna Noble 

these two would probably never get anything done bc they’d be arguing all the time in an epic war to out-sass each other

and Donna would win every time

and Nine would never admit it

if there is ANYONE that could put any Doctor in their place, it’s Donna Girlboss Noble

imagine Nine yelling for Donna like Ten did too, iconic

I’m not sure Nine could cope with Donna for a whole series just in terms of keeping up with her but I think for however long they were travelling together, it would be the funniest pairing in Doctor Who history

Twelve x Martha Jones

first of all, the racism that Ten allowed Martha to experience when he made himself human and chose the time period they’d hide in?? Twelve would NEVER, we saw how he protected Bill!!

second, she would’ve been saved from heartache with this version of the Doctor

Twelve would actually appreciate Martha, in ways that the heartbroken Ten couldnt 

the fact Martha is so smart and has such a vast medical knowledge? Twelve is ALL about it

he’d meet Einstein just to say “Martha Jones is smartest person in this room, after me.”

he has no regard for whether that’s technically accurate or not

Twelve has every faith that no matter the scenario, Martha Jones is smart enough to figure out a solution 

very biased and does not care

Nine x Amelia Pond

now hear me out, this is an odd combo, but ENVISION IT

Amelia Pond would soften Nine like sun on snow, especially if they had the canon meeting of her and Eleven 

he’s more inclined to be blunt, but I think Amy would become his exception in a similar way to Twelve x Clara

like Nine will go on a rant about how stupid the human race is, but then ends it with “-except for Amelia, obviously.”

he roasts Rory to no end, the two of them are the ears and the nose

River Song slaps Nine more than any other regeneration of the Doctor and that’s canon

and if it had been Nine in a Good Man Goes To War, let’s just say his name would no longer be…

Eleven x Rose Tyler

listen listen listen, I KNOW Rose already got two regenerations of the Doctor but it will never be enough for me Im such a whore for Rose’s dynamic with the Doctor I wont take any criticism goodnight

if her relationship with Ten continued with Eleven?? UMM

Rose would be jealous of River to begin with but they’d become besties in no time bc River has obviously heard all about her and is like “You stared into the heart of the Tardis? Slay x”

Eleven and his boyish antics, his bubbling excitement and ridiculous dress sense would have had Rose Tyler GIGGLING

also Eleven could charm anyone, including Jackie Tyler, it’s canon she thinks he’s utterly adorable and actually keeps a supply of jammy dodgers in the cupboard just in case they pop round 

Twelve x Rose Tyler 

SO CUTE 

Rose and her daddy issues, fixed by the lovingly-grouchy grandad that is Twelve? HAND IT OVER RN

also the Scottish accent saying “Rose” would scratch the brain 

similar to Twelve x Clara, except with the canon additions of Captain Jack and Mickey Smith

obviously, Captain Jack still tries to flirt with the Doctor and calls him a “silver fox” and Twelve is like >:( but internally he’s twirling his hair and kicking his feet 

and he forgets Mickey’s name entirely

forgets he’s there, actually

“When was the last time he said something that showed a shred of intelligence? As far as I’m concerned, he’s a vaguely familiar pudding brain.”

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. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ for the past few months, life has been wonderful. miguel has been spending time with you and luca. after some time, he finally confesses to you.

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the last two months have been marvelous yet remarkable. since the reveal of your son, miguel has been spending time with you and luca. whenever he is available or not occupied with missions, he will be hanging out with you two. each time when he finishes filing his last report of the day, miguel rushes out of HQ in eagerness and immediately heads over to your home. this habit increases when it’s your days off, the anticipation motivates him.

whenever you three are out and about, each day is spend with love and happiness. you try to spend most days outside and do some activities. visiting playgrounds, ice cream shops, museums, fun restaurants, bowling, and roller skating. luca has never had so much fun. he adores these outgoings with miguel. luca would be either holding his hand or on his shoulders. there was a day when he accidentally called miguel “papí”. you and miguel stared at each other, completely baffled. in full honesty, miguel’s heart melted when luca called him that. he definitely wants that to be true.

you, on the other hand, are stunned but appreciative of miguel’s commitment. truthfully, you never expected him to be so involved and dedicated to spending time with you and luca. it surprises you by all means but you appreciate it. you did wonder if this was a coping mechanism for him because of his late daughter. you don’t know; it’s wrong to assume. no matter what, you still deeply appreciate his commitment. the more time spending together, the connection between you two grows stronger.

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the three of you spend the day at a kids museum. there were fascinating artifacts and paintings. luca was astonished by each and every one of piece. after the museum, you went to have lunch at a local diner that includes an arcade. luca would spend time in there after finishing his food. after spending enough time in the arcade, you visit a little ice cream shop that is a few blocks away from the diner. you order your individual favors. strawberry for you, cookies and cream for luca, and chocolate for miguel.

while eating your delicious ice cream, your phone rings from inside your mini purse. grabbing from your purse, you see that cece is calling. you inform miguel before stepping outside to take the call.

once you stepped outside, you answer the call. cece informs you about some personal shenanigans that she is dealing with. nothing bad, just simply ranting to you like always. you are her ranting buddy. after she finished ranting, you say goodbye and hang up.

just as you are about to head back inside the ice cream shop, a familiar voice calls out your name.

“[y/n]?” the familiar voice calls out.

turning around in surprise, you see a man that you know very well. “ezra?” you asked in shock, eyes widen at his sudden presence.

he is wearing a dark gray shirt and black pants. heavily tanned skin, dark chocolate hair and eyes.

“i finally found you. i’ve been looking for you everywhere.” he approaches you, softly smiling.

in full honesty, you are a bit dumbfounded. you were not expecting him to be here. it catches you off guard to the core. “wh—what are you doing here?”

“i’m on vacation. they finally gave me some time off after working nonstop.” ezra elaborated.

your expression softens a little, but still shocked. “oh… well good for you. you deserve it, you work very hard every.” you try showing sympathy.

ezra softly smiles at you, appreciating your kind words. “thank you. where’s luca?”

“oh he’s—“ you are cut off when miguel and luca walk out of the ice cream shop to find you.

“papá!” luca shouts in excitement, letting go of miguel’s hand and runs to his father.

“hey, mijo!” ezra crouch down to capture luca in his arms, embracing him tightly.

miguel’s eye widen in confusion yet anger as he watches luca and his father sharing a hug. he is confused by ezra’s sudden arrival, considering that he barely visits and spends time with luca. a little frown of suspicion forms on his face.

“i missed you so much, papá!” luca exclaimed.

“i missed you more, mijo. how’ve you been?” ezra breaks the hugs, caressing luca’s face.

“bien! we went to the museum and got ice cream!” luca lifts up the cone of ice cream in front of his face.

“qué bueno, mijo!” ezra smiles at him before glancing up at you. his eyes widen in surprise when he notices miguel standing beside you. ezra stands up, holding luca’s hand, extending out his free hand to shake. “hey, i’m ezra. luca’s father.”

miguel glares at him with a skeptical look. “miguel o’hara. [y/n]’s friend.” he purposefully squeezes his hand to the point of almost crushing it.

ezra winces at the slight pain in his hand. to conceal his pain, he offers a brief smile. “nice to meet you, miguel.” he said nervously, pulling his hand away before turning to you with a soft expression. “how are you? are you doing okay?”

“yeah, i’m fine. just taking care of him and working.” you return the smile before looking away from his eyes, crossing your arms.

ezra softly smiles at your response. “that’s good. i’m glad you’re doing okay.”

you nod, appreciating his generosity. you look back at him. “so how long is your vacation?”

“a week, started today. i wanted to visit here so i can spend time with luca.” he glances at the little boy.

a whole week? that is certainly a surprise to you. there is no doubt that ezra deserves a vacation, considering his workaholic nature. consumed by his work, it’s understandable how much he misses luca.

“oh wow, that’s nice.” you said sweetly.

ezra hums in agreement, smiling at you.

miguel is practically baffled, or more so skeptical of ezra’s week-long vacation. however, he just keeps his suspicions to himself for your sake.

“do you… do you want to take him?” you asked anxiously, fiddling with your hands.

miguel and ezra look at you in complete shock.

“are you sure? i can take him tomorrow.” ezra shoots you a concern look, eyebrows creasing.

“no, no… it’s okay. you came all this way to spend time with him. plus, it’s been a while since he has seen you.” you offer a soft smile as reassurance.

a bit of guilt lingers in his heart. ezra doesn’t want to interrupt your day. he has a whole week to spend time with luca. however, he could never say no to you. despite being against it, he takes your offer.

“okay, i promise to bring him home.” ezra said, a look of sincerity in his eyes.

you simply nod with a small smile.

ezra looks at luca. “you wanna hang out with papá?”

“yes!” he said with a bright smile but turns into a sad frown. “wait — what about mamá?”

your heart melts. “aw mijo, it’s okay. go spend time con tú papá.” you smile at him, cupping his face and planting a kiss on his forehead.

“okay, mamá.” luca smiles back at you.

“i promise. we won’t be gone for long.” ezra reassures you again with that same sincere look.

“okay.” you softly said, knowing that he means it.

smiling at your approval, ezra slowly walks away in the opposite direction, holding luca’s hand. “say bye to mamá.” he whispers to him.

“bye mamá!” luca waves at you as he walks away with his father.

“bye, amor.” you said softly, waving back.

while watching erza and luca walk away together, a bit of anxiety creeps into your body. of course as a mother, you worry about your child. it’s obvious he is with his father and no harm will be done. luca is safe and ezra will protect him. it’s mainly because of your immense attachment with luca. the motherly instincts are to blame. but really, you just care and are protective of your son. your baby boy.

miguel dislikes ezra for taking luca from you and ruining your bonding time. the three of you were having a wonderful day until he unexpectedly arrived. miguel clenched his jaw as he watch luca walking away with his asshole of a father. he loathes erza.

your eyes are trained on luca until he is no longer in sight, fading into the crowd of people. your heart aches a little. you place your hand on your chest, fiddling with your necklace as a coping mechanism.

miguel shifts his gaze to you, noticing your anxious state. his expression softens. “are you okay?” he asked tenderly.

“yeah. just a mother always worrying about her child, that’s all.” you let out a sad sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself as comfort.

his heart cracks a little, understanding your reasons. part of miguel wants chase ezra and beat the shit out of him for snatching luca and making you feel bad. but the human side of him wants to comfort you while luca is away. and he most certainly will.

since luca is no longer in your sight, it’s best to head home for the day. “we should head back.” you turn around and start walking.

miguel follows you. “you should’ve let him take luca tomorrow.” he shares his thoughts.

“it’s fine. besides, luca needs to spend time with his father after a while.” you protest in a gentle manner.

a frown forms on his face. miguel understands luca needs to be with his father. but what bothers him to the core is ezra’s unexpected arrival, snatching luca from you, and ruining your day. there is no denying that miguel is pissed off. however, he needs to be at your side to comfort you. his attention is on you.

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you and miguel return to your apartment for the rest of the day. the sun has set down. you made coffee for the both of you and chitchat on the couch. miguel rambles on recent missions and criticizes several spiders that he isn’t fond of. you laugh and reprehend him for being harsh on those spiders. as you two continue chitchatting, warmth fills the room. the connection between you two is stronger than ever. being in the comfort of your home with miguel, just the two of you, is smoothing. as a bonus point, you never realized how close you two are. practically a few inches from each other.

the doorbell rings; it’s ezra returning luca. placing down your mug on the coffee table, you lift up from the couch and walk to the front door. placing down his mug next to yours, miguel follows you. opening the door, you see ezra carrying a sleeply luca.

“hey.” you whispered, warmly smiling at him while holding the door open.

“hey, he fell asleep on the way back. he sure did have a great time.” ezra returns the same smile.

you nod. “where did you take him?”

“to the theaters. we watched the mario movie.” he said happily.

“oh nice. he’s been wanting to see it. i’m glad you took him to see it, thank you.” you said sweetly.

“of course, anything for him.” erza softly smiles.

you return the smile before glancing at luca, who is definitely passed out. “i’ll put him to bed.”

just before you could reach out your arms to take luca from ezra’s hold, miguel beats you to it.

“i’ll take him.” miguel carefully takes luca from ezra’s arms and walks to his room.

while miguel puts him to bed, you and ezra chitchat.

“thank you for taking him out and bringing him home.” you said sweetly.

ezra warmly smiles at you. “of course.”

“what time are you planning to pick him up tomorrow?” you asked.

“whenever you want. just text me.” he answered.

you simply nod with a little smile. “okay, night.”

“night.” ezra offers a smile before waking away.

you closed and locked the door. you head to luca’s room, standing in the doorway. miguel is kneeling beside the bed as he tucks luca into the covers. luckily he didn’t wake up, just sinking into the comfort of the bed. miguel stays there for moment, making sure the boy falls asleep soundly. once again, your heart melts at the heartwarming sight.

noticing your presence from the corner of his eye, miguel stands up and walks away from the bed. he walks past you as you closed the door. the both of you silently head back to the living room and sat down on the couch again.

“thanks for putting him to bed.” you whispered, softly smiling at him.

“no problem.” he returns the same smile.

you quickly glance at the clock above the tv, it’s 9:30. it seems reasonable for miguel to head home. you don’t want him out too late.

“it’s getting late, you should probably get back home.” you suggest.

“i will soon. do you need anything else?” he asked.

“no, i’m fine. thank you.” you softly smile.

for a moment, silence fills the room. neither of you speak a word, unsure of what else to say. you’re tired, definitely need to head to bed soon. you assume miguel is in the same boat.

after a few seconds of silence, miguel breaks it. “why did he come back?” a hint of displeasure in his voice.

you whip your head around, looking at him in confusion. “what?”

“ezra. why did he suddenly decided to visit?” he asked, a little sternly this time.

“oh… well he’s on vacation so…” you said.

“yes but that doesn’t excuse him from unexpectedly arrive and take luca away from you.” miguel expresses his frustration but realizes it sounds rude.

your brows frown in disapproval, confused by his derogated assumption. how could he say that? “he didn’t take luca away from me. he’s his father, he’s allowed to spend time with his son.”

miguel lets out a sad sigh, realizing how his words offended you but wasn’t his intention. however, he is still pissed off about ezra. “but he didn’t notify you beforehand. that isn’t right. he should’ve before taking luca from you.” that last phrase accidentally spills from his mouth.

you immediately stand up in frustration. “he didn’t take him away from me! stop saying that!” you lost control for second, realizing that you could wake up luca from your shouting. you sigh in frustration, placing a hand on your forehead.

now he has pushed it. miguel never intended to offend and upset you. he hates himself for it. he heavily sighs in remorse. “look… i didn’t mean—“

“just stop. you should go.” you cut him off, walking away and head to your bedroom.

“[y/n]—“ miguel lifts up from the couch and follows you, feeling remorseful.

“please, miguel. just go.” you don’t look back at him as you enter your room. walking to your dresser, you search for a set of pajamas to avoid him.

“[y/n] i’m sorry.” a hint of guilt in his voice. miguel stands behind you with a pleading expression, desperately wants you to look at him.

a sad sigh escapes your lips. you turn around but refuse to make eye contact with him. “just go.”

his heart cracks at the sight of your frustrated state. oh how he regrets for making you feel like this. the last thing he wants is to hurt you. it’s beyond comprehension how much you mean to him. right now, he needs to fix his mistake.

“[y/n] please…” miguel pleads, taking a step forward.

“don’t…” you hold out your hand to prevent him from approaching closer, not making to make eye contact.

he gently grabs your hand and place it on his broad chest. taking another step until he’s towering you, miguel looks down at you with a pleading look. “i’m sorry for what i said, it was wrong…”

you don’t answer, still refusing to look at him.

left with no other choice, he use his free hand and gingerly lifts your chin up to look at him.

you finally make eye contact with him. guilt and sorrow stain his eyes. your heart cracks at the sight. but you get distracted by how pretty his eyes are. the beautiful hues of brown and red. despite his grumpy and intimidating demeanor, miguel is compassionate and sincere. his eyes are prove of that.

you slowly get lost in his eyes, blinded by the charm and sincerity.

“let me in…” he whispers, slowly leaning closer.

you snap out of your thoughts, blinking at him in confusion. “what?…”

“let me be the father that luca needs. let me be the partner you need.” miguel whispers as he continues leaning closer towards your face until your lips are only centimeters apart.

you heart skips a beat at his words, butterflies in your stomach. miguel wants to be a part of your life? part of luca’s life? oh your heart flutters, cheeks feeling warm and breathing nervously.

“miguel…” you whisper, eyes fluttering.

“let me in… please…” miguel leans closer, lips almost touching.

you feel immensely hot, your heart pounding out of your chest. you just stand there completely flustered, his lips teasing yours.

miguel’s gaze is focused on your lips, feeling your hot breath against his. letting go of your chin, his hand travels down and gently grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him. without wasting a moment, he leans in and captures your lips in a passionate kiss.

your heart flutters at the kiss. you’ve had imagined a few scenarios of kissing him, wondered how his lips felt against yours. it’s better than you imagined. you kiss him back with the same efficacy.

oh how he waited for his moment, finally captured your soft lips. miguel smiles into the kiss as you kissed him back. he then adds a little pressure, increasing the intimacy.

a soft little moan escapes from you as a response to the pressure in the kiss.

miguel lets go of your hand that is placed on his chest. using both hands, he pulls you even closer by the waist. one hand stays on your waist while the other slowly travels up your back. that sends shivers down your spine, forming goosebumps.

your raise your arms, traveling his chest and wrapping them around his neck. you stand on your tippy toes since you’re short as hell.

while kissing you passionately, his hands navigate down to the hem of your cream knit sweater. sliding under your sweater, miguel gently massages and strokes your bare skin. his hands wonder to your curves, memorizing them as he gently gropes them.

you shiver at his touch, your breath hitches. jolts of pleasure flowing through your body.

he breaks the kiss, looking down at you with pure affection and lust. “té amo.” he tenderly whispers.

you softly smile at him. “té amo también.”

the both of you smile at each other before resuming to a night of pleasure and intimacy.

     ━━━━━━━━ ִ  ۫   ꒰ ♡ ꒱  ۫   ݂ ━━━━━━━━

it’s the next morning. the sun shines through the sheer curtains like always. as you slowly awaken from slumber, you feel something wrapped around your waist. a large arm draped over you. a little smile forms on your lips at the sight. your back is pressed against miguel’s chest, feeling his radiating warmth. it’s so soothing, providing comfort.

desperately want to see him, you carefully turn around so you don’t wake him up. little did you know, miguel is already awake and been admiring you.

“oh — sorry for waking you up.” you said softly.

“you didn’t. i’ve been awake.” he reassured you in a tender manner, caressing your arm.

“how long?” you start caressing his cheek.

miguel leans into your touch. “not long.”

you nod, still caressing his cheek.

“did you sleep okay?” he asked, gently pulling you closer towards him by the waist.

“mhm.” you move up your hand to his hair, gently rubbing it with your fingers.

miguel smiles before leaning in and capture your lips with his into a kiss. you reciprocate the kiss.

“mamá.” luca calls out.

you both immediately stop the kiss and look over at luca standing by the door.

“qué paso, mijo?” you asked.

“nada. i just wanna see you.” he rubs his eyes.

a little smile forms on your lips. “aw mijo, ven aquí.”

luca walks over and climbs onto the bed. he settles in between you and miguel. he curls up against you, causing you to wrap your arms around him. luckily for you and miguel, the sheets cover your bare bodies.

“spiderman sleep with you?” luca asked.

you and miguel awkwardly stare at each other. that sentence didn’t register properly in your head. you want to laugh but can’t for the sake of your son’s innocence.

“sí, he was very tired so he stayed here with us.” that wasn’t a total lie.

“yay! you should stay here all the time!” luca turns and looks at miguel with a smile.

“really?” miguel chuckles.

“yeah! you should live with us!” luca exclaim.

both of your hearts melt at his plead. it’s clear that he loves miguel, like his own father. he wants him to be a part of your lives. and miguel is more than willing to, just like he always wanted.

“maybe i should.” miguel smiles at him then to you.

you smile back at him.

“yay!” luca cheers and hugs miguel.

you and miguel laugh in delightfulness. he hugs the boy return, smiling. like every time, your heart melts when miguel and luca embrace each other like a father and son. the two most important people.

a few weeks later, luca’s wish came true. well, you and luca moved into miguel’s apartment but he’s still happy that you all are living together. you and miguel start dating, raising luca together. everyday is spent with love and happiness. you continue those bonding days but as a offical family; a little trio. luca is the happiest kid ever. he adores his family so much. as time goes on, he starts calling miguel “papí” but sometimes still refers him as “spiderman” whenever he’s with his friends. just to show him off.

all of your wishes came true. luca has miguel as a part of the family as a father figure. you now have miguel, the man you deeply care for and love, as a part of your life. miguel finally has you and luca, a second chance of having a family.

along the way, luca is promoted to big brother. you and miguel have a little bundle of joy on the way. the three of you are so excited to have an additional member to the family. miguel has never been so happy, now has two kids to cherish and adore. another piece to the perfect family.

you all live a wonderful, blissful life.

ᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁. 𝓣𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓  ˖ ࣪ ༘  @deputy-videogamer @kinkybandages @rosiepetalss @frankoreoz @chshiresins @topreice @loonalockley @l3laze @ricekrisbris

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[stitchlingbelle]

Watching Halo, Episode 6

We kick off with the immediate aftermath of the battle, and they do a good job of showing the human cost here—my baby Kai screaming in pain, the long, long lines of the injured and dead being carried into the base. The Master Chief claims that he’s fine and Cortana tells him he’s full of shit, which I appreciated. Makee is unconscious—sedated? I assume she couldn’t just sleep through this—and speaking Sangheili (I finally looked up how to spell it).

As everyone but Halsey is off the ship, Master Chief locks her in and gets TALKY as he threatens to murder her. I’m not gonna lie, I adored this scene. There have been throwaway lines about the Spartans’ intelligence, but this is the first time we really see Master Chief show off his specialist knowledge and problem-solving skills. He’s positively chatty in a very unnerving way as he explains how Halsey will die—if Cortana doesn’t take over his body and stop him, which she doesn’t. He doesn’t go through with killing Halsey (unfortunately, though I very uncharitably enjoyed listening to her panicked screams. A+ acting). I’m not entirely convinced that his test actually proved what he wanted it to—we know Cortana is programmed to take him over completely if needed. Is her access to that function still blocked by Halsey, or did Cortana choose not to use it? If it’s still blocked, was Halsey unable or unwilling to give that access in time to save herself? (She, or her clone, has already shown herself willing to die for her vision if necessary.) Chief seems to assume Cortana would do anything to save Halsey because she’s her creator—but is that true? What does Cortana want?

Makee, like the sledgehammer she is, is going straight past subtle and demanding to speak to the Master Chief and no one else to give up Covenant secrets. How does she even know who he is, gang? If this weren’t a 9-episode season I would have enjoyed them screwing with her by trotting out every other Master Chief in the UNSC before finally letting her talk to John, but we gotta keep things moving, instead. His tough-guy act lasts all of thirty seconds before she drops the term “blessed one” and he crumbles. If she’s so important, Chief, how did she get away? (Also, did she have star charts memorized as a kid and access to nav data as a prisoner? How does she know what the human name of this star system is? I know, if she didn’t we wouldn’t have a show, blah blah blah.) She also gets a cool new human outfit this episode, which I assume is a standard-issue thing, but appears conveniently fashionable, well-fitted, and cleavage-revealing.

Meanwhile, there’s politics and the brass backstabbing each other because their brainwashing & slavery program isn’t running as smoothly as they hoped. (No one reads history OR scifi around here.) (Are the Spartans even paid? What do they spend it on? They need a union.) Consequences are catching up to Halsey in the form of some sort of interrogation (mar dhea, as we say in Irish—as if! I’m certain she’ll wriggle out somehow). Aaaand John interrupts thirty seconds in, which is probably not how the military or the law usually works and in the real world would almost certainly be enough to get her off scot-free, to question her while Parangosky and Keyes watch virtually. “He’s going to think we’re complicit!”/ “Margaret, we ARE complicit!” made me laugh in a very dark way. Miranda slips in at one point, too.

Villain monologue! I have to say, I HATE this sort of villain more than any other. Humanity is too violent, so I, supergenius, had the ~unprecedented~ idea to make a group that’s even MORE violent! No one’s ever thought of that before! Babe, you just reinvented the military and cops, except now they have bigger guns and less connection to their home communities. When we say in PoliSci that one of the definitions of a state is “the entity that maintains a monopoly on violence”, this is literally what we mean. So other groups are now incentivized to create their own Spartan programs to compete with you, or some other arms-race solution? (And this is leaving out all the child abuse, fascism, and “who decides?” of deploying a hyperviolent solution.) Dear Halsey, your ideas are unoriginal, inefficient, do not scale well, and are ultimately ineffective. Please see me after class.

Speaking of the child abuse, holy God, the rest of her explanation was truly horrific. Flash clone kids, created just to die in pain? That’s just sick.

I feel for Miranda, who just got her entire vision of her mother as anything other than a monster ripped from her, and I appreciate that her response isn’t to make it about herself, it’s to offer sympathy to John and then snap to when he asks her for help. How much of this is also a revelation for Cortana, given that she keeps saying that Spartan records don’t exist? Whether she knew and is having that knowledge recontextualized, or whether she’s hearing all this for the first time, she’s about to have choices to make herself. John wonders how much control Cortana has over him, and I’m over here wondering how much control Halsey has over her. The other person who gets to learn all of this is poor Kai, who gets the less-than-comforting reassurance from Master Chief that they’re still Spartans, and the even-less-comforting words, “Get better, 125. I’m gonna need you.”

Back with Halsey, she faces her first-ever consequences when Parangosky reassigns her and has her kicked out, giving her lab, the Spartans, and the artifact over to Miranda. I still don’t trust it will last, but it’s nice to see her outmaneuvered at least once. (Referring to John’s very real anger and anguish as “theatrics” and laughing over the idea that anyone could possibly arrest her? Someone push her into a volcano. Preferably right after she watches Miranda comes up with some brilliant breakthrough that leaves everything she did in the dust, and more, shows it for the flawed bullshit it is.) (Can you tell I am starting to REALLY dislike this woman.)

Miranda gets the lab, which is stark and huge with giant screens, much more glamorous than her previous cluttered, normal-monitor-filled premises. Nice set design there. I’m not sure if she realizes it’s also her invitation to become as complicit as her parents. (The Spartan program is being questioned, but if it’s not shut down, how do you get more Spartans? How will she justify keeping  those pellets in the other Spartans’ backs? Or is she about to start a little rebellion of her own?) But of course, her access is immediately compromised by her mom demanding to see her. *insert Admiral Ackbar gif here*

It absolutely is a trap, as expected. I assumed it would be a bug planted on Miranda to take back to the lab, but it seems Halsey used a high-tech contact lens to copy her daughter’s retinal data. 1. I am surprised she didn’t have that already, weirdo that she is, and 2. This is why biometric data is a disaster. It sounds super fancy and science fiction-y and unhackable, but the problem isn’t your body being hackable, it’s the MACHINE being hackable. It doesn’t know where the data is coming from, just that it IS the correct data, and you can change your passwords BUT YOU CAN’T CHANGE YOUR EYEBALLS.

Ahem. Meanwhile, in terms of character work, Halsey pulls this all off by pretending to get emotional, but does it in such a weird and off-putting way that it’s believable for her. I have so many questions about this woman. Why and how did she even end up with Keyes? Why did she even HAVE a kid? (Oh god, she didn’t originally have Miranda for the Spartan program, did she? Is that why she’s so hostile towards her, because she washed out and is therefore ‘flawed’?) Telling Miranda “I’m sorry that you’re upset that I’m a sociopath” was a hell of a move.

Eventually Cortana breaks through to Halsey (who is debuting her new line of loungewear, incidentally). Interesting that Halsey takes credit for Adun’s work. Cortana, you really, really need to consider your life choices right now…

Meanwhile, there’s some drama around finding the planet Makee told them about, which gives me a bit more of the worldbuilding—they’re using telescopes to find it, not relying on previous charting missions or sending a ship in person. Humanity is still limited in its explorations and knowledge of the greater galaxy. (Could they find friendly aliens at some point? Allies against the Covenant?)

The doubt is enough to send Master Chief and Miranda running to the artifact, fortunately not with Makee in tow just yet. (John’s level of suspicion is pleasantly surprising.) Clearly Kai’s humanizing of the team worked, because Miranda is obviously worried about John as a person as they argue over him touching the artifact again. Halsey, Adun, and Cortana all watch as John nearly fries his brain—and Makee’s as she goes into an instantaneous, identical medical crisis. He inevitably remembers her words and is able to accept the power and suddenly they’re both having a vision of a ring planet of some kind. Aaand it immediately turns into a “We See Each Other” moment. Of course it does.

[cleoooelizabeth]

Hyunjin (SKZ) x Female Reader (Y/N)

Y/N is moving to South Korea and she is extremely nervous, until she bumps into Hyunjin…

Warnings: fluff, flirting, angst, racism (Hyunjin coming to your rescue, not that you need it). Also, I don’t know Korean so they will all speak English, just use your imagination lmao.

Chapter 1

Y/N steps off the plane at Incheon International Airport, Y/N breathes in the air as she truly begins to come to terms with the fact that she will be starting a new life, in a new country, and she doesn’t know anyone.

There’s no point in panicking yet, she muses, she hadn’t even left the airport yet. Y/N takes her time through the airport, knowing that her luggage would still be there even if she didn’t shove her way through the crowd like the rest of the seemingly distressed travelers.

Once Y/N arrived at the baggage claim, her pastel pink suitcase was still on the conveyor belt, as she predicted. Most of the crowd had cleared so she had no issues removing it from the belt. Y/N got her suitcase and her hand luggage situated comfortably before she turned to leave the airport. 

“OW!” Y/N exclaims as she walks face first into a solid wall-like object. She rubs her nose as she looks up at the intrusion, locking eyes with one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen. Pulling her gaze away, she looks down at the smudge of foundation she knew would be on his brilliantly white shirt. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, let me pay for the dry cleaning or something. How much was the shirt?” She rambles.

“It’s Chanel. I don’t know if you’d be able to afford it. But don’t worry, I have more anyway.” He states.

“Cocky, aren’t we?” Y/N raises her eyebrow, her neck straining to see his face, which allows her to realize that they were still standing very close to each other. She hadn’t been able to back away after walking into him as the conveyor belt was behind her legs.

He smirks when he notices how nervous she is. “I’m Hyunjin, what’s your name?”

“Uh, Y/N.” It comes out almost as a whisper, he makes her breathless.

“Pretty name, for a pretty girl.” He compliments her, the smirk still pulling at his full lips.

“I better get going, I still need to pick up my keys. I’m moving into my new flat, in Hongdae, today.” Y/N says, her excitement obvious.

“Ok, but do you have any clue where you’re going?” Hyunjin asks, moving back a little.

“Not really, no. I was going to just book a taxi, I have the address.” Y/N states, pulling up the notes app on her phone and showing it to Hyunjin so he can save it in his GPS.

“Well I have a perfectly functional car and plenty of spare time if you’d like me to take you. Don’t want you wandering the streets of Seoul.”

“Ok, yeah. I mean, we just met… but I’m tired and you’re pretty. So yes, onward!” She exclaims, he laughs with her, admiring her waist length braids swaying with her hips as she walks ahead of him.

She stops suddenly, pivoting to face him again. “I just realised; I have no clue where your car is. After you, pretty boy.” She giggles. Hyunjin finds her even more adorable now, he didn’t think that was possible.

Once they reach the car, Hyunjin takes her luggage, putting it in the boot of the car with his own bag. He watches as she slips into the passenger seat, her knees bouncing as she waits patiently for him to get into the driver’s seat.

Hyunjin can feel her eyes on him as he starts the car, he places his hand on her head rest as he looks behind to reverse. He looks down and notices her breathing pick up slightly.

“You good? You look a little nervous.” He smirks, once again.

“I’m fine.” She clears her throat and faces the windscreen, hands clasped together in her lap.

‘He’s getting a kick out of this.’ Y/N thinks to herself.

“Ok well, can you put that address into the GPS app so I know where I’m driving.” He says as he unlocks his phone and passes it to her.

He focuses on the road as she types. “There.” Y/N declares as she places his phone into the holder on the dashboard. She then relaxes into the seat, however, her nerves are still obvious as her knee continues to bounce.

“You can relax, you know. I don’t bite.” He winks, suggestively.

Now all she can think about is him sinking his teeth into that sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. Her thighs squeezing together at the thought.

“How long will it take to drive there?” Y/N questions, a feeble attempt at distracting herself from this ethereal man.

“About an hour, with this traffic.” He answers without taking his eyes off the road.

His head twitches to the side when he hears your stomach rumbling.

“Sorry, I’m hungrier than I thought I was.” You say, with your hands covering your face in embarrassment.

“Ok, why don’t we stop along the way. I can take you to the best places so you can have the best first authentic Korean food experience, if you’d like.” He suggests.

“I’d actually like that a lot.” Y/N mutters with a shy smile.

After an hour or so, Hyunjin had parked the car next to a building that looked like no one had been there in years.

“Where the hell are we?” Y/N questions. 

“Here is where you will taste the best tteokbokki of your life.” Hyunjin replies, his face entirely sincere.

“Why are you doing this?” She questions him. “You’re being so kind to me, someone you just met.”

She watches his face as he thinks. 

“I know I don’t have to do this, but I liked your vibe from the moment I met you, so here we are.” He states. “Now come on.” He takes her hand and pulls her into the restaurant.

They sit opposite each other at a table close to the entrance.

“Yu-gi-yo!” Hyungin raises his voice slightly to get the waiter’s attention.

The waitress quickly walks over after hearing Hyunjin call them over.

“What can I get for you?” The waitress asks, sickly sweet.

It’s very obvious that she is attracted to him, I mean, who wouldn’t be? She notices, however, that his attention hasn’t left the woman he came in with.

“2 orders of tteokbokki, please.” He informs the waitress, his eyes still on Y/N.

The waitress exhales dramatically, walking away to place our order, once she realizes that he is entirely uninterested.

Y/N sits for a moment, feeling a little awkward. “You’re staring.”

“I prefer the term, observing.” He corrects her.

“Call it whatever you want, I just wanna know why you’re doing it.” Y/N huffs.

Hyunjin continues to stare at Y/N, entirely disinterested in her developing discomfort, but aware of her building arousal.

Fortunately, the food arrives before he could make the situation anymore tense.

“Go ahead, taste it…” He encourages her.

Y/N hesitantly takes a bite of a soft looking rice cake. Once in her mouth, her eyes nearly roll back into her skull, the flavour overwhelming her taste buds.

“You like it?” He asks, his facial expression hopeful.

“It’s delicious.” Y/N responds, her mouth still half full of tteokbokki.

“Of course, it’s a classic.” Hyunjin states as he shovels in a mouthful of his own.       

 

                

“My god, I don’t think I’ve ever been this full in my life!”

“So, you liked it then?” Hyunjin inquires.

“You knew I’d like it, who couldn’t? It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted!” Y/N replies with enthusiasm.

“Ok, well, if you liked that, I’m sure you can trust my opinion from now on, right?” He asks.

“I believe so, yes.” She replies.

“Then, follow me.”

And she does.

[bonobochick]

Thoughts on #Elite7

I finished up Elite S7 and I have some thoughts with some gifs. 🥹

Positives:

Rocio got story and screentime. 🎉 I hated seeing her chase after Bilal's worthless ass in S6 cause he didn't even like her & constantly disrespected her yet as soon as he found out her fam is rich, he started singing a different tune. Rocio didn't get as much as I wanted in terms of screentime but enough that she got famliy drama with her mom's illicit activities + romantic drama with Eric. Nico's cousin Eric showed up this season and he's got issues. Rocio & Eric had good chem (much more chem IMO that he has with Chloe) in their attraction to each other.

Eric messes up more than a few times with her yet how he treats her shows care and actual feelings, not just sexual desire. What Elite was building up with Rocio & Eric was love as opposed to what he had with Chloe, which was vices + sex. Sadly, I think this romance with Eric & Rocio will only exist in S7, which is unfortunate with all that good chem and decent build up. 😮‍💨

2) The surprise appearance of Fiks from Blood and Water! I didn't know about the crossover so it was good to see her. I know Ivan will be in S4 of Blood and Water.

3) I like the crew of Nico, Eric, & Rocio. They have a nice vibe together, good times and bad times, I would say more of this in S8 but I've read that Rocio won't be in S8 so I'll have to enjoy the beginnings of a solid crew that I got in S7 since I'm about to get nothing in S8. I thought the scenes with Nico & his cousin re: Eric's mental health issues were absorbing too. Eric wanted to do better but hated how he felt being on meds. As his uncle said, it's about figuring out the right cocktail to help him with the highs and lows but Eric struggled with patience in that because of the side effects.

4) I adore Ivan so I was glad to see him on the mend from the accident. He's still heartbroken over Patrick's exit and the death of Cruz so much of S7 is him trying to move past his grief. He does that in the form of Joel which is in the next section.

Neutral / Indifferent:

1) Omar / Joel / Ivan... I've already admitted I adore Ivan but for full disclosure, I'm BIG on Patrivan so anything else for them with anyone else was always going to be an uphill battle. I also do not like Omar ever since he cheated with Malik and didn't even apologize to Nadia about it. All this said... I didn't hate this story. I thought it was interesting to show Omar's depression from what happened to Samu but the show spent a little bit too much time with all the back and forth in this story. Joel is alright and his chem with both guys is fine. I just wasn't invested in this triangle and all the angst but it's not a bad story. Dalmar is MVP in it.

2) Chloe and Carmen: I wanted Ivan's mother to show up and Carmen did. She also brought along Ivan's half-sister (to which I need to do some age checking cause pregnancies take time!) named Chloe. Carmen is a golddigger and it made sense why Cruz paid her to stay away from Ivan. That doesn't mean that Ivan didn't have a moment where he got to know his mother a little TOO well. ahem. The drama here with Ivan's new family had potential and was messy but I... didn't care for Chloe's everything is sbout sex story, especially with Eric but also with Raul. All it did was make me roll my eyes a lot in annoyance. The strong-arming that Chloe was irresistible / sexy got tired quickly, especially when she was walking around in her school uniform with her bra out as sign of that "sexiness." Come on!

3) All things Didac, Isadora, and their families: a lot going on and a lot of it didn't move me. Didac & Isadora are fine together so that wasn't the issue for me. The Romeo + Juliet story with the warring families didn't quite work for me. Took up lots of screentime too.

What did work? The hottie undercover cop. That was some nice eye candy.

4) Sonia & Nico... I wanted to see more of them after the S6 drama with Ari and they got shafted in terms of story + screentime toghether, particularly after Nico schtupped Chloe.

Negatives:

1) All things Sara and Raul.

I've hated these two characters since they both showed up in S6 but someone has a hard-on for them in the writers room, particularly Sara. I skipped over many of their scenes with each other and with others. Raul won't be in S8. I wish Sara wasn't as well but she'll be their stinking up things. 🗑️

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Random Ultraman Rising Moments I Loved

Decided to rewatch Ultraman Rising & I enjoyed it just as much as I did the first time. Thus, I've decided to compile a list of random moments that made me love the movie & its characters even more.

WARNING: SPOILERS UP AHEAD

(P.S. sorry for the lackluster screenshots ;p)

Ken's Intro

This one simple line already shows the audience Ken's empathy. Despite resenting his Ultraman responsibilities, he doesn't hate kaiju.

Ken's Childhood

This frame is full of adorable details. There's the obvious ones, like Ken wearing Ultraman & baseball merch, showing us that even before his relationship with his dad went sour, he already had a loyal love for the sport. We also see toy cars, a mecha & the BINGO bunny, all of which would be present in his base.

The Interview Intro

We see Ken getting the celebrity treatment & him wearing the celebrity mask. However, even the mask isn't malicious. He addresses the reporter by his name instead of the news station he's representing. When Emi tries to ask more personal questions unrelated to his baseball career, he doesn't get huffy or defensive at her. Instead, he reminds the crowd to remain civil & it isn't until she explicitly asks about his mom that he leaves. People shouldn't expect rewards for basic decency, but I'm not against acknowledging acts of kindness & respect you don't often see in an environment as cutthroat as a celebrity interview.

Ken's 'Giants'

Imo, there's 2 ways for the term 'Giants' to be interpreted here. (1) Ken is referring to Ultraman, & by extension his dad. One's a literal giant while the other is metaphorical, esp for kids. (2) He's referring to the possibility of making friends. As he mentioned to Ami, he knows firsthand how 'kids will always talk', implying that he's been bullied & ostracized as a child, possibly due to his Japanese heritage or some other reason that's nonetheless soured Ken's perception of friendship.

Ken & Ami's 1-on-1s

Ngl, when I saw the trailers, I braced myself for the possibility that Ami would serve as Ken's possible love interest. However, that's not the case, which I'm grateful for. Still, that doesn't take away how interesting Ami is as a character.

Their first interview is set up beautifully. They're sitting face-to-face but there's a table between them. And then there's the way they present themselves.

Ken is dressed casually, practically oozing 'cocky young celebrity without a care in the world'. He's wearing sunglasses indoors, that also cover his eyes. It's a classic character design trope meant to make someone look stern, intimidating, stoic, reserved, closed-off from everyone.

Emi on the other hand is dressed professionally, as she takes her job seriously. But her glasses are transparent & not aesthetical. She has to be fair & objective, yes, but she also values honesty, transparency & empathy. Its these traits that make her a reliable person for Ken to turn to when he was struggling with parenting Emi.

Interview #2. They're sitting next to each other instead of opposite, but there's still a table between them. Still, this time Ken isn't wearing sunglasses & he's more put-together whereas Ami is dressed more casually. Ken has opened up to her & he wants to keep trying; she in turn meets him in the middle.

This culminates into the final interview. Unlike the previous times, it's clearly one that's broadcasted to the public. Despite this, Ken again, isn't wearing sunglasses or putting on an attitude. There's no table between them because this is the climax of Ken's character development: he's learned that it's okay to be vulnerability, it's okay to show others that you're being vulnerable.

Ken's Comfort

When Ken's reminded of his inadequacy as Ultraman, he turns to the one thing that makes him happy: baseball. But he doesn't ask Mina to pull up videos of the crowd cheering or him winning; instead, he watches recordings of his mom, of the happy memories he shared with her. Yes, Ken has an ego. But underneath it all, he genuinely loves baseball because that sport is deeply tied to the love he has for his mom.

Not Gossip Hour

.....am I the only one who couldn't help but cheer Ami on when she called this guy out?

Prof. Sato's Cheer

Nobody, esp parents, should force their children to become someone they don't want to be. It's even more heartbreaking when both parties have little choice in the matter because of how necessary the duty is. Parents are flawed people, but I wouldn't call Prof. Sato a bad one. Yes, he wants Ken to do better as Ultraman too. But he knows how much his son loves baseball & does support his achievements in them.

Mother's Corpse

Sometimes, a brief glance can convey a thousand words. In this brief glance, Ken doesn't see a defeated kaiju, he sees the corpse of a mother & he'll be damned if he lets the KDF add a baby's corpse to accompany her.

Mina is Awesome

A good plot is always appreciated but good characters are always loved & Mina isn't an exception. Let's hear it for the orb robots that always act as a voice of reason!!

But srsly, I love Mina. I love her wit, how her voice has that robotic yet motherly lilt, how she cares for Ken's wellbeing but isn't afraid to put her foot down to push him in the right direction.

In her final moments, she doesn't say 'you must/have to save her', she knows she doesn't have to. Instead, she tells him 'you can save her'. Sometimes, people are so focused on making sure others know what they have to do that they neglect to let them know that they believe they can accomplish it.

Onda's Humanity

Which brings me to another character I loved: the antagonist himself. Loved how they made him nuanced & sympathetic. Yes, he's ruthless, pragmatic & the 'end justifies the means' sort of person. However, unlike most military bad guy leaders, he cares for those under his command.

His screentime with Captain Aoshima is brief, but I enjoyed all of it. He doesn't berate Aoshima when he fails to capture Emi, nor does he lash out at him when he wavers in their mission. Instead, he encourages & empathizes with him. Lots of fans speculate that Aoshima will have a more major role in a future sequel & I rlly hope that when the time comes, he'll be just as complex & engaging to watch as his predecessor had been.

"I Don't Know What To Do"

Kids are usually the target audience for Ultraman, but you cannot tell me this moment didn't hit home for parents. That moment where your child gets hurt because you looked away for a second; the first time your child falls ill & you wonder if a common cold will kill them before old age. Whether you're a parent, older sibling or someone working in medical/childcare, having to say those 5 words will be the most devastating moment of your life. I'm certain that for Ken, it was nothing less.

Final Boss

Let it not be said that Ken doesn't know his final battle clichés.