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johnwickb1tsch · 2 months

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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 20 all chapters

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WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

-You try to go as long as you can, but later that night you decide you just can’t stand it anymore. You’re pretty sure it’s been days, and you feel gross.

“Can I…use your shower?”

He turns to you with a small smile. “You mean, our shower? Yes.”

Hoping that’s the end of it, and this exchange won’t get weird, you slip out from under his arm to go into the bathroom. You check your prospects, finding expensive shampoo, conditioner, bodywash, shaving gel…but no razor. You guess you get it, kind of, but really. Then again, maybe you'd better not ask. Why send mixed signals by shaving off your body hair? It’s just an aesthetic mostly catering to the male gaze anyway…

But it bugs you.

You pop your head back out of the door. “Razor?”

He doesn’t even look up from his book.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

This annoys you for some reason. “Just so you know, I am not going to try to kill myself.” Brave words for someone in your situation, but at least at the moment, you mean them.

“I was more worried you might try to kill me.”

You open your mouth again, until he fixes you with that laser-like stare. “Just take your shower, y/n, or do I have to come in there to help you?”

The thought of his large hands on your body slick with soap sends an inconvenient spear of desire straight to your center.

“No.”

You disappear fast as a groundhog into its burrow, closing the door behind you.

“Door open!” he yells in that particular tone, and sensing the shift in his mood, you comply rather than pull his tail some more.

Well done, you, you chide yourself as you strip out of your dirty dress and your ACE bandage in the cavernous shower. He was actually in a good mood, somehow, after you tried to knock his head off with a book. And now you…what? You did something to piss him off, at least a little bit.

Learning his moods was going to take some doing.

It was the only way you were getting out of here alive.

You keep looking over your shoulder, half expecting to see him looming behind you. That man moves silent as a ghost when he feels like it.

It’s creepy. And…kind of hot, if you’re being honest, but that is not a helpful thought.

You feel a thousand times better with all the grime washed from your hair and your body. You wrap yourself in a big fluffy towel that feels like a cloud on your skin, and put off going into the bedroom by drying your hair.

There are products on the sink that you use, face lotions and hair creams, and more expensive versions of the same type that you could never afford. How did he know?

Then again, he has fucking gorgeous hair, he probably knows more about styling product than you do.

You turn to look at his handiwork upon your bum. The bruise is a red and purple swirl nearly the size of your fist. You can actually see the neat lines of his teeth marks. “Jesus Christ.”

His eye was going to heal way before that was.

When you can’t really dawdle in the bathroom anymore, you war with the next conundrum.

Fresh clothes.

Fuck it. You march out, heading for the closet without making eye contact with the reclining leopard on the bed. You can feel his eyes on you, and fuck if it doesn’t turn you on to be watched like that. Like you are some kind of prize to be desired.

It feels utterly insane to you, to say the least. You’re not that beautiful, but he looks at you like you’re Helen of Troy.

With your hand on the closet door John clears his throat pointedly.

You know you can’t ignore him. Risking his wrath while you’re wrapped in nothing but a bath towel is so not a good idea.

You turn to find he’s laid something out at the foot of the bed for you already.

“Wear this,” he says. It’s an order clothed in velvet. Polite, but…you sense the unyielding directive underneath.

You pad on bare feet to the foot of the bed. It’s a silky lavender nightie with lace at the bodice. Nothing too wacky. No embarrassing peep holes or extraneous straps. You are somewhat relieved.

Until you see the underwear he’s paired with them.

Your underwear, as a matter of fact.

Those went missing a long time ago.

Speechless, you look to him, knowing you look like a fish out of water but unsure what to say.

This has been going on for way longer than you even knew, and you didn’t have a clue.

“You took these from my apartment.” You manage not to yell it.

“I didn’t want you to wear them for anyone but me.” He has the cheek to sound grouchy about it, like you did something wrong.

You feel your temper rising like the mercury in a thermometer. You know you’re going to say something stupid, but you just don’t know how to keep it in.

“How. Fucking. Dare you?”

He just sighs, like he already knows how this is going to go. “Don’t play this game with me, baby.”

You bite down on the impulse to demand he not call you baby.

“You could have just…asked me out. I would have said yes, you know?”

He actually looks away as you tell him this.

“Maybe you would have. Until you realized I’m just a bitter old man, and you would have left me.”

You blink at that. How can he be so smart, and yet so blind?

“I knew you were a bitter old man all along! But you know what? I liked you anyway. I thought you were interesting, and funny, and so fucking handsome, and I wanted to fuck you. But now…” You clench your fists, shaking with all the vitriol you know you can’t unleash on this unpredictable man.

This unpredictable killer.

He takes your fury, seemingly nonplussed. You’re not sure any of it registers at all, and it takes some of the wind out of your sails. “This isn’t love, John,” you say quietly, your throat tightening with every syllable. “Love is…having the courage to bare your heart to the sword, and take what comes. You can’t control it like this.”

He tilts his head at this, a wave of that lovely dark hair covering his face. You get the feeling like he’s hiding from you, when he does that.

Finally he asks, “Have you ever been stabbed, y/n?”

Your heart skips a beat, as you wonder if he’s threatening you. “No.”

“Well let me tell you. It fucking hurts.”

Then he reaches down the bed to pluck up the panties, sticking them in his pocket. “I guess I’ll just keep these. You’re not going to need them anyway.”

You glare daggers at him.

He offers you the slightest, smuggest, smile.

“You sonofabitch.”

“Watch that mouth, kitten. Unless you want me to fill it up with something else.”

You bare your teeth with the thought. “I fucking dare you,” you spit, snatching up the nightie to take it to the bathroom to change.

“Nuh uh,” he interjects. “Change here.”

You freeze in your tracks, understanding exactly what he’s demanding of you.

This is how it’s going to be, you tell yourself. He’s going to be sweet, and then he’s going to be insufferable, and if you’re not careful, he’ll get downright mean. Don’t be fooled by the sweet moods, because all the rest is just beneath the surface waiting.

It was so hard to remind yourself of that, when he was being good to you.

You don’t turn around. You moonlighted as a drawing model after college. You can handle this, right? He’s already seen parts of you anyway…

It’s soooooooooo much different than being in that classroom, when you undo your towel and let it fall to the floor. You can feel the weight of his gaze on your bare form. In the end, knowing it’s just your backside, that he’s already gotten way more than an eyeful of…doesn’t really help. With shaking hands you quickly you pull the nightie over your head.

You hope he feels guilty about the size of that fucking bruise, but you have a feeling he probably likes seeing his marks on you.

“Come here.” He practically purrs, and your flesh aches for the sound. Fuck.

You turn to face him, but do not move. Once again, that glorious boner is making an appearance. It’s almost flattering, how often this man has a hard-on when he’s around you. If this had been a normal relationship, you would have made it your mission to oblige him at every opportunity, just to see what the old man could take.

As it is…all you want to do is fight him, and you know you are destined to lose.

He pats his thigh, as though he expects you to sit on his lap. Without underwear. Or a bra. Or a sense of self-preservation.

You shake your head no with the glitter of moisture in the corners of your eyes. You’ve never felt so helpless in your life, and you hate it.

He frowns at your defiance. My god, no one can do a forbidding frown, like Mr. John Wick. It lodges your heart in your throat, even while you find him magnificent.

“Are you going to make me make you?”

And there it is.

You sigh, and you feel like a piece of your soul exits your body. Good. Good, be empty. He can’t hurt an empty husk.

“I guess so.”

You close your eyes, and you wait. You wait for his rough hands, for the violence that is surely coming to you. You shake like a leaf, unable to stop. You don't know why you'd allowed yourself to hold out some hope, that maybe he really wasn't going to hurt you.

Yet, it does not come.

You open your eyes to find him still frowning at you. He hasn’t moved a muscle.

The longest three seconds of your life tick by. You count them in your thundering heartbeats, and then he scoots over on the bed. “Fine. Come lay by me then.”

You are shocked to your toes. You forget how to move.

“Now.” He snaps his fingers, pointing to the bed beside him, and you scurry over before he loses his patience with this kinder offer. Cautiously you crawl up beside him, and when he holds up his arm you understand the cue, snuggling into his side with your head on his shoulder.

Alright, this, you can do.

This feels almost…normal. The way your head fits into the divot of his shoulder is just…divine, if you’re being honest, and your body shudders as you suppress a sob, hiding your face against his chest. It’s not fair, that you still want him so much, and you mourn for the promise of sweetness that was snatched from your table before you ever really got a chance to taste it.

“Shh,” he soothes, touching your hair, his big hand dwarfing the crown of your head. “I’ll try to remember to be patient with you.”

You nod against him, wanting to believe him, knowing that makes you a sad little fool.

“But my patience has its limits. Remember that, kitten.”

Oh. You weren’t going to forget.

He continues to hold you, and eventually your heart slows, the tension in your body finally relaxing.

It’s incredible, really, how you just can’t leave well enough alone.

Now that you’ve both calmed, you feel bold enough to ask, “John?”

“Yeah, baby?” His lips on the top of your head make your eyelids flutter, it’s so sweet.

“Do you…at least know that it was wrong, to break into my apartment?” You feel like the answer to this one question will help you gauge everything about his state of mind.

He is silent for a long time. Long enough to let your imagination run rampant with the things he might do to punish you for this impertinence, after he was so generous as to just let you lay down with him and snuggle.

Yet there’s no anger in his voice when he answers, “Yeah. But I’ve been breaking the law my whole life, sweetheart, and no one’s stopped me yet.”

It’s the truth, and a nice neat little warning, all wrapped up in one.

You should be scared again, but you just sigh against his chest. Maybe you’ve used up whatever hormone is responsible for adequate fear responses for the day. Or maybe…his games are working on you already, claiming your sanity inch by inch.

You lay there in his arms, and eventually you start to doze. He strokes your hair, a sweet and lulling touch that makes you curl your toes. When those featherlight fingertips find their way to the back of your neck, and the tops of your shoulders, you cannot help but squirm. In your half-asleep state, this is your kryptonite, and your leg tangles with his, your pelvis pressing against his hip. It feels like the most natural thing in the world, to crane your head towards him.

Only when you feel him shift to lean towards you for a kiss, do you realize what you are doing.

You turn your head at the last second, and his grip on you tightens from comforting to bruising in a nanosecond. “Wait—”

He has you on your back before you can blink.

“Are we still pretending you don’t want me, kitten?”

“I…”

Suddenly his hand is between your legs, manhandling you like he owns you, raking up your thigh to swipe at your folds. He finds you soaking wet with slick, of course, and he makes a point to press your clit with his thick fingers as he withdraws. It sends an agonizing jolt of desire spreading through the cradle of your hips, the ache in your stupid little cunt nigh unbearable. You hardly recognize the keening sound that escapes your mouth.

Was that you?

It worsens ten-fold as you watch him bring his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean. “Tastes like lies to me.”

Goddammit.

“John…”

You can hardly believe it, when he slides off of the bed, leaving you cold and alone, confused and filled with desire. The pulsing ache between your legs drowns out any rational thoughts you might have had a moment ago.

“Little liars don’t get to cum. I’ll let you think about that tonight.”

You feel like you did that night in Italy, watching him walk out the door when all you really want is to feel his thick, insatiable cock teeming inside you.

Which is fucking insane, of course.

And you were thinking he might be the crazy one?

“Same rules, sweetheart. Don’t you dare touch yourself tonight. I’ll fucking know.”

With one last baleful look over of his shoulder he touches his hand to the lock, and sweeps out of the room. He leaves you stunned on the bed, disheveled and unsure, once again, of what the fuck just happened?

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toxicanonymity · 11 months

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night walks: soaked

3.6k / creepy!joel miller x f!reader / night walks

Warnings: I8+ mdni, alcohol, dirty talk, grinding, jacking off, oral F receiving, unsafe P in V sex, creampie, angst. very brief ass play. drug references. impaired editing. Shoutouts: various anons & night walks asks and Qs including @selfproclaimed-moviecritic and @missannwinchester. Picks up from Morning After. Floor plan here. Can read alone I think.

A loud clap of thunder startles you awake. You sit up in Joel’s bed, untangling yourself from the sheets. Joel’s not there. There’s music coming from the other side of the basement, and the clink of weights. You look around for your clothes and remember they’re out there scattered around the couch. Great. You get out of bed, wrap the sheet around you, and sheepishly emerge from his bedroom. Joel counts down from five as he finishes bench pressing then racks the weight. He’s shirtless. He sits up and wipes his brow. He does a double-take when he sees you walk in, then looks you up and down with a twinkle in his eye.

“Lookin’ good,” he says.

You gather your clothes from around the couch and say “Just getting dressed.” Your phone is dead. “What time is it?”

“Hell if I know. Look perfect to me, pumpkin.” He doesn’t take his eyes off you. “Real life goddess.” Lightning flashes outside.

You sit down with your clothes in your hands and look away as he watches you get dressed. You’re too tired to care and your head hurts. There’s a loud clap of thunder as you pull your tank top on. Joel picks up his water bottle and takes a swig, then puts it down and stands up to stretch. You pull your sweatpants on under the bed sheet. He walks around the couch and you do your best not to ogle his glistening body, dressed only in shorts. You start putting on your shoes and the fridge opens behind you.

“Hair of the dog?” Glass bottles slide out and clink against each other.

“Nah, I gotta go.”

“In this mess?” he asks as thunder rumbles. The blinds are pulled up on one window now and it looks pitch black outside. “Didn’t ya walk here? Gonna get soaked.”

He comes back with two beers and hands you one. He also brings cold pizza.

“Seriously, what time is it?”

He looks back to the kitchenette. “Four somethin’.” Shit, no wonder you’re hungry.

“Thanks.” You bite into a slice of pizza first, then take a sip of your beer.

“Attagirl. Let’s watch somethin’ while this clears up, hmm?” He turns on Netflix. His recently watched list is mostly action movies and nature documentaries.

You slide your shoes back off and ask, “You like animals?” You’re wondering if it’s his own Netflix history or someone else’s.

“Hell yeah, who doesn’t?”

You raise your eyes in surprise and nod. “Got a favorite?” Thunder crashes.

His face gets serious and he exhales like it’s a really difficult question. “Well shit, can’t pick just one. But big cats are cool as hell. D’you know leopards are basically nocturnal?”

He hands you the remote control. Not really caring what you watch, you idly click on the #1 trending: You.

“Oh, not this creep again,” he says and leans back with an exaggerated eye roll. “Addicting, though, ain’t it?” He looks at you, takes a sip of beer, and rests his hand on his inner thigh. You put on Narcos.

You watch a few episodes and have a couple of beers as it storms outside. At some point, you bring your legs up on the couch and he coaxes your feet in his lap. He massages your feet. You don’t talk much, and when you do, it’s nothing serious. But it’s still the most talking you’ve ever done. You mostly discuss different shows and the neighborhood.

“Why haven’t I seen ya at the pool before?” he asks.

“First summer here,” you say.

“Wanna go sometime?”

“I dunno,” you say. “Don’t like the sun much.”

“Oh hell no, not in the day,” he laughs. “They don’t lock the gate at night.” He winks at you and gives your foot a squeeze, running his other hand up your calf to massage it. He lowers his voice and adds, “We could go any night ya want.”

There’s a long moment of silence. He takes a deep breath as he kneads your calf and watches you watch TV. His face darkens. You have to assume you’re both thinking about the same thing - the pool at night. Joel scoots closer to you on the couch and pulls your calves into his lap. His cock hardens against your leg through his thin sweatshorts. Then he gently bends your closest knee to make room for himself. He gets between your legs and slowly lunges toward you, laying the bulge in his shorts against the crotch of your pants.

“Any night ya want,” he repeats, then brings his mouth to your neck. He kisses and lightly sucks your delicate skin and gently presses his hard length against you. Then he kisses you on the mouth. He tastes like beer. He puts his forearms down either side of you and slowly thrusts against you. He kisses you on the neck again, then murmurs, “my turn,” behind your ear. “Show ya what this mouth can do.” You have flashbacks to the blow job you gave him the night before.

Joel makes his way down your body and hooks his fingers into your sweatpants. As he brings the waistband down, he kisses the crease of your thigh and you squirm uncomfortably. “I’ll take your word for it,” you say somewhat cruelly as he plants a wet kiss just above your mound. The truth is you already know, from the restaurant bathroom.

He pauses. “What’samatter, pumpkin?”

“I just feel so dirty,” you admit.

He smirks and opens his mouth to say something predictable, but you cut him off.

“Physically dirty. I need a shower.”

He pauses.

“So take one,” he offers. He sits back and extends his hand to help you up. You hesitate and he raises his eyebrows at you. “Why not? We got time. Shit, I could use one, too.”

You swallow hesitantly. Showering with him? Far too intimate. First you end up in his bed, then his shower, all in the same 24 hours?

He seems to read your mind and clarifies, “Ladies first.” The storm isn’t letting up. You don't have anything to lose and definitely need a shower.

The back of his bathroom has a frosted window and a free-standing shower with no door and a drain on the floor. The ceramic tiles of the wall are dark peach with one row of black just below the window. The ledge of the window holds the soap, body wash, and shampoo.

“Faucet's kinda weird,” he says. “I’ll get it started.” Your eyes scan his bare back as he turns on the shower for you, standing out of the way of the water but getting lightly sprayed by tiny droplets. The water is loud. He has a couple of small tattoos you don’t remember seeing before. They look abstract from what you can tell, but they’re faded and the lines are blurred from age.

“Guessin’ you like it hot,” he says and turns the dial. He gets a towel and hangs it on a hook for you.

“Thanks.” You stand there awkwardly waiting for him to leave.

“Mmm hmm.” He hesitates by the door to his bedroom, a few feet away from you with his arms crossed. He checks you out, then uncrosses his arms and abruptly steps forward into your space. He grabs your ass and pulls you into him, your hips meeting his. He grinds himself into you again, sending a fresh pang of desire through you. He kisses your mouth, then your neck, and sucks your earlobe. He grabs the hem of your shirt from behind and takes it off, discarding your tank top. Then he slides his palms into your pants, leaving his thumbs hooked outside your waistband. He takes your pants down, dropping them to the floor as he grabs your bare ass cheeks and pulls you harder into him, his clothed hardness pressing into your naked front.

Steam billows over from the water. He goes to check the temp, his tented shorts getting sprayed again. His back muscles are a sight to behold. They flex gracefully under his skin with every movement. He must spend half his time working out. He checks the water and mutters, “Alllriiight.” You step toward the water. He turns and looks. “God damn, pumpkin,” he says as he shamelessly observes your naked body head on.

“Shut up,” you whisper to the ground and cross your arms. Lightning flashes outside. Your parents always told you not to shower in a storm. It’s exciting, somehow. "I'll be quick," you say.

"Take your time," he mutters and slowly walks backwards, palming himself as he takes in your form again. You watch over your shoulder as he disappears into his bedroom. You imagine he’s about to jack off. If you’re honest with yourself, you’d rather he wait for you.

You turn down the heat a little and examine his array of products in the frosted window, briefly distracted by the silhouette of your reflection. You soap up your body, starting with your shoulders and back, probably using way too much shower gel. You close your eyes and inhale deeply as your hands slide over your body and your nostrils fill with Joel’s aroma.

You open your eyes to see two silhouettes in the reflection and your breath hitches as they combine into one. Joel’s strong arms wrap around you from behind. He wordlessly gropes a soapy breast and presses his naked, rock-hard length into your back side, sliding his other hand across and down your stomach for leverage. He grunts, “Mm” as he presses his cock against you. His voice is low and smooth as he mutters, “Filthy, aren’t we?”

His hands slide down your waist to your thighs. His stiff cock shifting against you makes you weak in the knees. He presses it against you again. It swells and you moan softly.

“Yeahh, that’s my dirty girl."

You start to warn him, “Joel-” He bends his knees, putting his hands on your hips. “Don’t let me fall,” you say. you're still covered in lather.

As he slowly stands up straight again, he drags his hands and cock up your slippery body and runs his closed mouth up your neck to the back of your ear. “Nothin’ wild in here, baby,” he murmurs. "We’ll get clean together. . . ‘fore we get real dirty.” His voice echoes low and sexy. You breathe a sigh of relief. Knowing the perils of getting soap somewhere you wouldn't want to.

He plants a kiss on your jaw and uses his hand to bring your mouth toward his. You turn around to face him. His lips press into yours as his arms wrap around you again, your tits pressing into his chest. He looks a lot different with his hair somewhat wet. Sexy in a new way. He reaches his long arms down and squeezes both your thighs below your ass, then slides his hand up your crack and grabs a cheek with an, “mm” into your mouth.

You drape your arms around his neck. He works his hands up your back, massaging what’s left of the lather into you, and slides his hands through your underarms on the way to your breasts. Your nipples pucker under his palms as he massages your breasts from the front and watches a small trail of bubbles slide down between them. “Fuck me,” he breathes. He looks up at your eyes, then turns you around again.

He brings you you both directly under the water again. He rinses your back, then gets your breasts again from behind, pressing gently against your ass with his cock as stiff as ever. “You’re gorgeous, pumpkin.”

“Thanks,” you whisper and begin to rinse your own body. The sight of your own hands gliding across your skin is something he has to see. You turn to face him and he’s covered with your lather, from his light chest hair down past his happy trail to his slippery cock. He watches you darkly, and begins to slowly stroke his raging erection. You reach down and grab it. His lips part.

“You’re always ready, aren’t you?” you ask.

“For you? Hell yeah.”

You stroke him gently, assuming he would stop you if it was a bad idea. He doesn't. His grunts and sighs echo off the tile. “All yours, baby,” he murmurs. He puts his hands around your waist and watches as his hips thrust into your fist. When he’s about to come, he says, “Guess anywhere goes?” taking his cock from you. He points it at your stomach.

To hell with it. You kneel down. “Tits,” you say.

“Fuck yeah, baby.” He breathes audibly and you watch tension spread across his face. Then he shoots a huge load all over your chest with a long groan that echoes and makes you ache for him.

He helps you to your feet. “Still need my head between those legs, baby.”

“Do you mind if I, uh-” you look down at the cum on your chest.

“Sure, pumpkin.” He quickly washes and rinses himself, and gives you a light slap on the ass as he steps out to let you finish bathing.

You dry off, wipe the mirror with your hand, and use his mouthwash. Then you step into his bedroom with a towel wrapped around you, tucked under your armpits. His hair is fluffier again. He has on pj pants but still no shirt. He sits down on the edge of the bed and looks up at you, captivated. He murmurs, "c'mere," and spreads his knees. You stand between his knees and he unfastens your towel, letting it drop around your feet. “So fuckin’ hot,” he whispers, his eyelids heavy as though hypnotized by your body. “How ya keep your hands off yourself, hmm? Body like this.”

He takes your breast in his mouth and closes his eyes as he sucks at your nipple and palms the other one. He moans, "Mm," into your mouth. He releases your breast and gently pulls you by the hamstrings toward his lap. You straddle him. Your naked cunt dampens his pants as you meet his warm package, already semi-hard again.

Fuck, it’s all you want. You can’t get enough of it. Watching him jack off only made you want it more.

He lies back on the bed, taking you with him then rolls over so he’s on top of you. He slowly kisses his way down your naked body, his lips brushing away the remaining water droplets in your cleavage and belly button. Between your legs, it's even slicker than before the shower.

He slides off the bed and kneels on the floor at the foot of it. He pulls you by your thighs so his head is right between your naked legs. “God damn, you got the juiciest pussy,” he whispers right to it. He plants his nose at your entrance then drags it upward, slickening your clit before digging into your cunt with his tongue and lips. He moans and grunts as he devours you. When he thrusts his tongue into you, all you can think about is his cock and how bad you want it.

“Fuck,” you breathe. “Joel,” you say.

He looks up at you from between your legs but doesn’t stop. He knows you’re enjoying it, why should he?

“Stop,” you say. “Come up here.”

He knows what you want. You can see it in his eyes. He rests his head on your inner thigh and asks with puppy dog eyes, “Why? Don’t like it?” He knows you do.

“It’s not what I want.”

“What do you want?”

“I think you know what I want.” Your hips lift and your legs try to lift him toward you by his underarms.

“Hell yeah, I do,” he says and palms himself. “But lemme hear it, baby. Just this once.” He plants a kiss on your clit and swirls his tongue, looking up at you.

You sigh. “I want your cock.”

“Damn right,” he says and takes his pants off. He takes his time making his way back up your body. Far too much time when you’re desperate to be filled.

“Jesus, give it to me,” you beg.

“Ohh, I’ll give it to ya,” he says. He reaches down and fingers you, then nudges your asshole, using your slick to push the top section of one digit inside.

You gasp.

“Ya like that?” he asks.

You moan softly. “God, I just want you inside me,” you beg.

“Yeah, baby.” He removes his fingers and uses his other hand to drag the head of his cock through your slick.

“Now,” you whisper and grab his wrist, stopping him with the head of his cock at your entrance.

“Yeah, baby.”

He presses forward and nestles his cock for entry. “Yeah,” you nod. "Now."

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes.

When your bodies are aligned, the clean skin of his stomach against yours is a feeling you didn’t realize you needed so badly.

He shoves his length into you with a grunt. You moan softly as your body accepts him, then you bite your lip.

“Don’t hold back on me now, sugar,” he murmurs, staring down at you darkly. “Tell me what ya want.”

“Fuck me,” you say.

He smirks and backs up enough to slam into you again, watching your mouth fall open with his girth. He retreats once again and slowly fills you to the brim. Too slowly. Then he slams into you again and slowly backs up. You moan unrestrained and wrap your legs around him, using all your leg strength to pull him closer into you.

“Fuck me, really fuck me,” you beg him, “Faster,” you say.

“Think about it all the time, don’t ya,” he says as he continues fucking you slowly.

You nod.

“Hell yeah,” he says as he moves his hips and buries his cock inside you, accelerating but barely.

“All the time,” you say, and he speeds up a little more. “Fuck me,” you beg him.

“Yeah, I’ll fuck ya,” he whispers, and finally he does.

He rails you at a perfect rhythm. He watches your tits bounce, occasionally dipping his head for a taste of your skin. He plants his mouth on your neck and marks you. It barely takes any time at all until your spine is arching and he’s saying “yeah, come for me, baby.”

As you see stars and flutter around him, he says, “God damn you look hot when you come on this cock." He fucks you through it and doesn't stop. "So damn hot," he repeats. A minute later he bottoms out with a shudder and pulses into you. It isn’t as much as usual given that he just emptied himself in the shower but his stamina sure is impressive for his age. He rolls over and lies on his back next to you.

“That’s where it’s at, baby,” he pants. “All about communication.” He goes to the bathroom and washes up then pulls on his pajama pants. He goes back out to the couch while you get dressed again. You're too physically satisfied to feel bad about asking for it.

When you join him on the couch, he’s gotten the weed box out and he’s rolling a joint.

“Not for me,” you say. “I should really go.”

“Still rainin’,” he says.

“Barely,” you shrug.

He looks at you and nods. “Alright, pumpkin. ‘Least lemme give you a ride.” He squeezes your thigh and stands up.

He stops his car in front of your house and your aunt comes to the window then walks away. Joel sees her and sighs.

“What?” you ask him.

“Nothin’. See ya around, pumpkin.” You go around to the basement entry.

Your Aunt knocks on the basement door soon after you’re inside.

“Was that Joel Miller dropping you off?” she asks.

“Why?” you ask. Her eyes fall on your neck and you cover it casually.

“Oh, honey,” she says. Then she just shakes her head. “That man is trouble. He’s probably shagged half the neighborhood.”

It’s just gossip, but your heart still drops. “He was giving me a ride.”

She looks at you skeptically. “A ride from the back of the neighborhood?”

You don’t have an answer. “How do you know that for sure about him?”

She puffs out her cheeks and exhales. “Guess I don’t. Ask anyone, though. He’s got them coming and going at all hours.”

You swallow, waiting for her to say something else, then say, “We’re just friends. Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?”

“Just be careful, honey.” She starts to go back up the stairs then comes back down. "Actually yeah, there's someone your uncle wants introduce you to. Real nice boy he works with."

"Uh - okay," you stammer.

"Great," she nods, "I'll tell him." Then she finally leaves you alone.

You have a lot of questions you don’t want to ask. You know Joel’s not a good guy. The last thing you should do is get more entangled with him. You're not thinking with a clear head and you know it.

You lay down on your bed, exhausted, and plug in your phone. When it turns on, it chimes with a text from a new number. The text on your lock screen says “Hate me ‘cause they ain’t me.” You roll your eyes and crack a a smile. Sounds like Joel knew what your aunt would say to you. At least he’s aware of his reputation? Is that a good thing? How does he have your number?

You open the text, trying to think of what to say. There’s an earlier message from him. It's from overnight - a topless photo of you. You remember now - he said you should see how hot you looked. You posed for him and gave him your number to send it.

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feyhunter78 · 10 months

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PLEASE UPDATE IM BEGGING THIS IS MY BRAND NEW LIFE SOURCE RN

I'm gonna assume this is about Pink Pastels, and gladly give you what you're asking for👀

Pink Pastels Pt 6

Description: It's time for Gabi's field trip, and wouldn't ya know, you and Miguel are in the same group.

Pt 7

Miguel’s never been a chaperone before. During Gabi’s Kindergarten field trip he was away on a business trip, but this time he made sure to be there, not just because Gabi’s class was going to the zoo, and she loves the zoo, but because of you.

There’s this need to protect you, like an itch beneath his skin. He can’t forget the look of fear on your beautiful face, or the way you clung so tightly to him, desperate and terrified. The crunch of that man’s bones beneath his fists, the fear that ran through your attacker as Miguel tore into him, talons and fangs covered in his blood, crimson drip, drip, dripping down to the pavement below, it was an almost ecstasy.

Your broken and discarded shoes are hidden in the back of his closet, along with your hairband. It’s pathetic, really, the makeshift shrine that’s beginning to form, and he knows that his actions could so easily borderline being creepy, but you’re his. He knows it. You’re meant to be together, and he’s simply showing his devotion.

“Papá, Papá, we’re here.” Gabi tugs on his shirt sleeve, her face lit up with pure, innocent excitement, and he resists the urge to crush her to his chest and never let her go.

“I see, where do you want to go first, Mija?” He asks, adjusting her baseball cap and making sure it’s snug on her head. He doesn’t want her face to get sunburned, but she hates the feeling of sunscreen, so they compromised.

“I want to see the hippos!” She says, bouncing in her seat as she turns to talk with her friends behind her, little, high-pitched voices discussing and debating which animals were the best.

“Mr. O’Hara, here’s your map, and safety packet. I trust you went over the info online ahead of time?” You hand him a manila envelope, smiling brightly at him.

Your hair is down today, the crown of your head covered by a white bucket hat, and you’re wearing jeans with a sage green T-shirt that reads SRE Field trip, in big white block letters. He’s wearing the same, everyone is, to ensure if a child is lost, they can be easily returned to their group.

He takes the packet from you, nodding. “Of course, can’t leave my chaperone partner to do all the heavy lifting.”

You laugh a little at that and continue down the bus aisle, handing out the remaining packets.

He lets Gabi pull him off the bus and is soon swarmed by five first-graders, each one a friend of Gabi’s—she makes friends so easily, something he can’t take credit for.

“Okay everyone has their groups, please stay with your chaperone, and your buddy, don’t go wandering off, and meet back here, at the entrance at three o’clock.” An older teacher says, before she gathers her own group and heads through the zoo gates.

You bend down to face the kids, an excited smile on your face. “Alright, what animal are we seeing first?”

“Hippo!”

“Lion!”

“Monkeys!”

“Seals!”

A chorus of answers rings out, and you turn to Miguel. “Mr. O’Hara? Do you have any suggestions?”

You look so pretty, the sun shining down on you, the casual outfit, the way you tap your finger against your lips in thought, clearly putting on a show for the kids. If he ignores all the others and focuses on only you and Gabi, he can almost imagine this is a family outing, not a field trip.

“Last time I was here, they had snow leopards?” He feigns ignorance, but when your face lights up, he feels that intoxicating shot of dopamine.

Snow leopards are your favorite animal, the one you’ve voiced your desire to go see many times while in the school’s teacher’s lounge. One which has cameras, that Miguel has access to. Obviously.

“They still do, they’re my favorites.” You confirm what he already knows, and the children immediately change their answer to match yours.

“Why don’t we go there first, then if the kids see any animals, they want to visit on the way there we’ll see them afterwards?” He suggests, still acting oh so innocent.

“What do we think? Everyone agrees with Mr. O’Hara?” You ask the children, straightening up and throwing him a smile when they all agree to his plan.

Miguel stands back behind you and the children, watching as you join them up at the glass, helping them read out the informational signs, and marveling over the big cats.

The environment set up for the leopards is lush, full of greenery and stone. Perches and outcroppings meant to mimic their homelands, and mounds of snow that they seem to disappear into, reappearing with a flash, causing Gabi and her friends to jump back in surprise then burst into giggles.

You soon join him, your arms tucked behind your back as you watch your students. “I think this is one of my favorite days of the year. I know it’s stressful, and tiring but seeing how excited they all are, just really makes me happy.”

“Gabi loves the zoo, we come here every year on her birthday.” He tells you, desperate to include you in their life, if only through shared pieces of personal information. “I’ve got all the photos in my office, my coworkers’ joke that by the time I retire I’ll have half my office wall covered.”

“I used to go to the aquarium when I was a kid, there’s something about standing underneath those giant tanks, with the way the light plays through the water—it’s breathtaking.”

You’re breathtaking. He wants to say, but he doesn’t. Instead, he says, “I know the feeling.”

You smile shyly at him, and for a moment he’s back on the side of your building, watching you through your window. He didn’t intend to be there, to watch you, he only wanted to ensure you were okay. You were fast asleep, hair askew, in a soft looking oversized t-shirt, the moonlight dancing across your peaceful face.

He couldn’t tear himself away, enraptured by the sight.

You let out a huff, and in his peripheral, he spies the name on your phone. Todd.

He hates Todd.

“Everything okay?” He asks carefully, his eyes on Gabi.

“Yes, sorry, just some personal issues, nothing serious.” You say quickly, sliding your phone into your pocket.

“Ms. Y/N, can we go see the hippos now?” One of Gabi’s friends, Emma, comes up to you, looking up at you with big blue eyes, her hand tugging at your shirt.

“Is that what everyone else wants to see?” You ask, gaze sweeping over the other children.

“Yes.” Emma says confidently, running off in the direction of the large animals, Gabi following closely behind.

“Girls!” You call out, looking from them to the others.

“Go, I’ll bring the others.” He reassures you.

You take off after them, and he gathers the remaining four children, who huddle around him like ducklings.

“Is Ms. Y/N mad? She looked mad.” One of the little boys—Tony, named after the Avenger or a family member, Miguel isn’t sure—asks him, chewing on his bottom lip.

This is that Tony, Gabi’s told him about this boy, how he’s very nice, and funny, but gets scared easily. She likes him, maybe not in a way she yet understands, or that Miguel is ready for, but if his baby girl has to have a crush on anyone, an easily scared little boy isn’t the worst.

“She’s probably mad at her dumbass boyfriend.” Dahlia, a girl he can tell is from the Bronx by her thick accent, speaks up, and it’s all he can do to keep from laughing at the scandalized look on Tony’s face.

“Don’t tell Ms. Y/N I said a bad word, but that’s what I’ve heard Ms. Melissa call him.” She says quietly when she sees Tony’s face.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.” He promises.

“Gabi’s right, you are the coolest.” Dahlia says, grabbing his hand and swinging it back and forth as they walked.

The coolest? He wanted to run ahead and scoop his daughter into his arms, she thought he was the coolest.

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imaginebeautifulworlds · 4 months

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Loved By Seven | Chapter 3

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Human!Reader, Peacock!Seokjin, Serpent!Yoongi, Hawk!Hoseok, White Tiger!Namjoon, Merman!Jimin, Leopard!Taehyung, Wolf!Jungkook

Summary: Hiking was just an activity to get you out of the apartment, the last thing you imagined was ending in a whole different world by touching a jewel. That not being enough you end up meeting seven hybrids, and they all claim you shared the Connection with each of them making you their partner for life

Notes: Hi! I swear I didn't dissappear it's just that adut life is really complicated and I kinda forgot my inspiration for this series, but after reading the first two chapters I knew I wanted to write again so here I am. I already have the script for the fourth chapter, that actually was going to be in the third but I just wrote a lot for this one so it had to be passed to the next chapter. For those who are still here thank you so much. Likes, reblogs, comments are always appreciated. English is not my first language so pardon me if anything is misspelled or grammatically incorrect. Also the main idea came from a webtoon but I can’t remember it’s name. Enjoy!

While you and Jiwoo are in dreamland Taehyung decides to order a pizza since his pantry is basically empty, which upsets him because he can't take care of you as a good partner would I have to buy groceries first thing in the morning. During the waiting time for the delivery he just watches you sleep, even if he thinks it's creepy, in his eyes you're so perfect and he's so happy he finally found you that he doesn't care, as long as you don't know of course; after 35 minutes the pizza arrives with an ecstatic Taehyung giving a very good tip.

Walking toward his bedroom, the leopard finally wakes you up after having an internal battle about letting you sleep or feeding you. You start to feel light touches on your face, not knowing what they were but liking the warmth they provide, you get closer to the source; awakening more you realize those touches are little kisses on your cheeks, and never been woken up like that you open your eyes a little bit, only to find a boxy smile, brown eyes, dirty blonde hair and a pair of animal ears with yellow spots surrounded by black on top of the head. A little bit surprised, but not scared, you fully open your eyes because of the closeness between you two. "What happened?" Your voice comes out a little bit groggy, something Taehyung finds cute "nothing happened, I just decided to order pizza and it just got here" he says turning towards the bedside table to hand you a plate with pizza on it "Thanks Taehyung" you say staring deeply at the pizza, it surprises you that in this world there is something called pizza and it's really similar too, which only adds more questions about this place and the similarities it has with your own world. However your train of thought stops when your stomach makes a very loud rumble "I'm really hungry, sorry" you say sheepishly looking at the plate but definitely not at Taehyung "It's okay, you've had a long day Beautiful" he says adding the pet name just because he loves this flustered side of you, apparently your stomach was so loud Jiwoo says "Hey N/N, did you buy pizza for yourself again?" And wakes up completely to recognize her surroundings "Oh it's Taehyung" she says looking for her piece of pizza but can't find it "Mmm...Taehyung, did you only bring pizza for F/N" she asks unbelievably "No?...I mean of course not, yours is down the hall" the leopard nervously responds looking everywhere but Jiwoo "I'll bring it immediately" he answers walking out of the room to bring her a slice.

While you were sleeping and then enjoying an awesome pizza someone was climbing up the same mountain you climbed down that day, just with a very different purpose...a more evil one. When they got to the cave they immediately noticed something different...like something is missing, walking inside faster they find that the precious gem, the most powerful thing there is in this world, is not where it's supposed to be. "Damn it" they scream angrily "Who the hell took my precious gem".

After enjoying a very delicious pizza, OMG is possible that the pizza here is better than the one home you couldn't help but think while drinking the soda Taehyung, who left to wash the dishes, brought for you. Feeling really tired from the bizarre and eventful day you ask Jiwoo "Hey, where is all of our stuff…and isn't this room really big for a guest room?" with a smile Jiwoo tells "This is not a guest room, I'm pretty sure it's his room" "What? So when we came in he deliberately put me inside his room?" you ask with surprise and eyes wide open "Yep, I'm guessing he wanted to be with you, but I don't think in a sexy way…yet" "Jiwoo!...don't say that" you whisper-yell afraid Taehyung might hear the nonsense she just said, at this point you feel blushing so much in just a day is going to affect your health "Oh, and I took everything out of the backpacks and accommodated in the bathroom or that drawer I found empty, well a lot of drawers are empty like he's expecting someone to fill them one day" Jiwoo says the last while wiggling her eyebrows at you and the only thing you do is throw the nearest pillow you could find at her, landing on her face. Taehyung couldn't help but smile while listening to the conversation you two were having, it's not his fault his animal ears are very sensitive and have better hearing, and in all honesty Jiwoo wasn't wrong; when he was looking for a place to live he knew he had to have a big space for when his partner moved in which included leaving empty drawers where they could leave their stuff without problem. "No, but for real N/N I think he wanted to stay here with you because after putting you down on the bed he walked out and I think I heard my name, maybe leading me to a guest room, but there was no way I was going to leave you alone with a man we barely know" "Thanks Ji" you throw her a grateful smile, Taehyung hears this and his smile turns into a sad frown Does she not want me? He couldn't help but think No, no…maybe she just wants to feel comfortable with someone she knows…yes, yes that's it…I just have to win her trust and we're gonna become closer…and-and then we can sleep together and I can get to know her and she can get to know me all these thoughts transform that frown into a big smile again.

Knocking on the his room's door, Taehyung finds you trying to get up "Hey hey Beautiful, what are you doing? You heard Nia, you can't put pressure on your ankle" he rushes to your side and grabs your head and stomach to put you back on the bed "Mmm Taehyung? I need to change myself into my pj's" you show him what's in your hands, a pair of pants and shirt, and a tiny smile I think he really cares about me "Oh, uh sure-sure" he takes a step back and touches his neck in embarrassment "Pretty smart huh? N/N is very through, we had a lot of important stuff in our backpacks, who knew they could become handy" Jiwoo says stepping out of the bathroom, Wow…she even knows how to take care of others, my Beautiful is so smart and cute and likes to take care of others it's the only thing the leopard can think after hearing that "So, do you need help to get to the bathroom?" he asks already putting his hands under your neck and knees "Oh no there's no nee…" you start but Jiwoo interrupts "Don't worry big guy, I can help her just fine…you should go and sleep too, today has been a very long day and you should take rest" the smirk she's wearing grows wider when Taehyung unconsciously pouts "Taehyung? Ji is right, you must be exhausted too…you know carrying me today, dealing with us and everything" you smile at him in appreciation and a little embarrassed after saying the carrying part "It's okay I don't mind taking care of you, it's a great honor…but I guess you're right I am a little tired so I'm going to grab my PJ's and head for the guest room" So this IS his room you and Jiwoo think, he walks towards the walk-in closet and exist with clothes in his hand, however before leaving the room he approaches the side of the bed you're in and crouches down next to you "Goodnight Beautiful" he closes the distance between you two and you're thinking OMG he's going to kiss me on the lips he deviates and kisses your forehead, and you feel how that kiss is way more romantic than anything else he could've done. The leopard separates from you seeing how you have your eyes closed and very red cheeks. Opening your eyes you see the biggest boxy smile yet, knowing you now have him in your mind he stands up and exists saying "Goodnight" to Jiwoo, she just waves her hand back at him.

Replaying what just happened in your head you're unknowingly touching your forehead, Jiwoo snaps her fingers in front of you to take you out of your daze "N/N...N/N hey hey!" "Huh? Jiwoo did that just happened? Did he really kissed me?" still with your hand up your head you ask with big sparkling eyes "N/N" she sighs "He just kissed your forehead…let's get you up and into the bathroom so you can change" nodding at Jiwoo's words you grab her shoulder and support your arm on the bed and take a boost to get up without putting your bad foot on the floor. With Jiwoo's help you hop to the bathroom floor "I can take it from here Ji" "Are you sure" "Yeah, I need to do certain things here by myself and when I get out you can help me hop back to the bed" "Okay, be careful" you nod and close the door, turning around you hop towards the toilet and relieve yourself after all that happened today you really needed to go, thinking it would be best to change your clothes while sitting you do it successfully; getting up from the toilet you hop until you're in front of the sink and proceed to wash your teeth with your toothbrush Ji had left ready for you, watching your face on the mirror you see how sweety and dirty your face is I need to wash my face with that in mind you start looking through Taehyung's stuff until you find a face soap and moisturizer Taehyung I'm sorry for going through your stuff but I really need to at least wash my face…I miss my skincare products you sigh and open the faucet to splash water on your face and with a little of the liquid soap you make foam and wash your face, you spend a minute getting rid of all the dirt and sweat from the day and open the faucet again to wash all the soap from your face and then take a bit of moisturizer to apply it to your face. In another room a happy leopard is thinking I hope my Beautiful is using my products, I know Jiwoo said they brought certain necessities but not everything can fit into those backpacks. Once done you open the door and Jiwoo gets up from the bed and walks towards you, offering you her shoulder you grab it and start hopping towards your side of the bed, laying down Jiwoo puts your foot on top of a pillow and walks for the wall turning off the light and goes back to her side to lay down "Goodnight Ji" "Goodnight N/N"; after hearing you Taehyung also goes to sleep knowing you're now resting, in his house, under his protection.

On your second day you and Jiwoo wake up next to each other under the sunlight entering through the curtain but also because of the ruckus you're hearing outside the room. "What the hell is that guy doing so early in the morning" Jiwoo says covering her face with her arm to prevent the sunlight hitting her eyes "I don't know maybe we should go and see" once you say that Jiwoo gets up and goes to your side to help you up and walk/hop to the bathroom to wash your teeth. Once that is done you go towards the sound and find Taehyung murmuring "Damn it, I hope she didn't wake up by that pan falling" "I guess that's an understatement, by the way you did wake us up" Jiwoo enters with you to the kitchen, and the boy turns around surprised with big wide eyes "I-I didn't hear you getting up, I'm sorry…Did I wake you up?" saying the last with a sad pout on his face Why is he so cute? Shouldn't he be intimidating being a leopard and all? You couldn't help but think watching his face and sitting in a stool in front of him (separated by the aisle of course) . "Ummm…yes" you say with a nervous smile "But don't worry, I mean after all we are your guests…What time is it?" you say confused "It's 7:30…I wanted to leave you breakfast before leaving for work, but I woke up late since my phone died and everything went downhill from there" "Wait, phone?" Jiwoo asks surpirsed, and Taehyung only shows her an actual cellphone just like the ones you have in your world but it looks way more advanced "Mmm…have you never seen a phone before?" Taehyung asks Where are they from? Because everyone has phone, don't they? "We know what a phone is, I guess we just didn't think you would have too" You answer him "Why wouldn't I have one?" While saying this Jiwoo exists the kitchen and comes back with your phones "Ours don't work here" she shows him Wow these ones are kinda old no wonder they don't work Taehyung thinks but doesn't say anything.

Interrupting his examination on your phones, his own chimes with a new message from his manager Hey Taehyung we are all ready for the shoot, where are you? "Damn it" He murmurs "Do you have to go?" He nods sadly at your words "It's okay we can cook it's no problem, we are already imposing so much to expect you to cook as well" and he grimaces because there's not much to cook with "It's just that there is not much to cook with…I'm sorry, I'm such a bad partner" he ducks his head with his animal ears also down in embarrassment and sadness "I swear I can take good care of you…it's just yesterday was grocery shopping day but I found you and your ankle was hurt and-and…" he's just rambling and talking so fast you interrupt him by calling his name "Hey, hey Taehyung? Taehyung?" he raises his head to look at you, and you notice his eyes with unshed tears and still animal ears down just like a kitty I have to say something to calm him, something that can work, that way he can go to work otherwise I'm afraid he's going to stay here and without a job…whatever his job is "It's okay…not having groceries doesn't mean you're a bad partner…uh…this is a way for me to show you I can be a good partner as well don't you think? I mean proving to you that I can cook…and you're a-a good partner because you took really good care of me yesterday" you smile at him Is she accepting me? Is she falling for him already? There were two kind of thoughts after your words. With a boxy smile and no more tears in his eyes he says "Okay, I'll leave now" "Okay, have a great day at work" you wave while he picks up his phone and keys, once he's at the door Jiwoo talks "Wait Taehyung, what day it is?" "Well, yesterday was the last day of the weekend, today is Alday the first day of the week" with a confused stare he answers What a strange question "Okay, thank you, have a nice day" "Bye Beautiful" he opens the door and turns to you "Please eat" "Bye Taehyung" you say in a soft tone and very bright cheeks, and he closes the door once he got that cute reaction out of you.

"Well we're definitely not in Bastion" Jiwoo says once the leopard is out of the apartment "So are we really considering the possibility of teletransportation" you say observing her walking towards the other side of the aisle facing you "I don't think is a possibility anymore N/N, I mean unless we are having the same lucid dream we're actually talking with people who have animal traits, animal parts and can transform into animals" "Also, it's a world so similar yet advanced than ours" you add "Wait, I'm hungry. Let's make something before we continue this" Jiwoo laughs "Please don't change…ever" you throw her a smile at her words.

Wow he was not lying when he said there was no groceries you smile a little remembering his sad face and I'm not lying about how I almost coo when his animal ears got down just like a kitty…he's definitely making me feel things…but I have to pull myself together I just met him and we're from very different worlds you sigh at that last thought while hopping and looking through the refrigerator and the pantries "Sooooo I can make us meat with tomatoes and onion sauce, hard eggs and milk, is that okay with you?" you turn to look at her "Yes, but you shouldn't be standing up you're gonna make your ankle hurt" Jiwoo says worriedly "First, I'm not supporting my ankle" you show your bandaged ankle at her "and second, you can't cook even if it's to save your life so this has to be on me…hey were are the tuppers from the night at the mountain?" you start cooking the eggs and the meat "Heeey, it's not my fault I'm not particularly skilled at cooking and I took them out yesterday and put them at the dishwasher I guess he washed them" "Oh okay" a small smile passed through your lips while you chop the tomatoes and onions for the sauce "N/N what was that about being a good partner for him by cooking" you turn at her words and watching everything was cooking well, you walk to the aisle and sit to rest your ankle "Well…I mean you saw his face, he was so sad because of groceries and I knew he wasn't going to take any answer so I said something I knew would work…besides he had to go to work" you defend yourself "So you believe him? The whole partner Connection thing?" "I don't know Ji, we are in a different world like you said and it is known that some animals partner for life so what if here it's something like that" "Wait are you saying you are accepting him?" she raises her eyebrows in a sexy joking manner, you stand up when the meat starts to sizzle "I don't know…I do feel something when he looks at me and when he calls me beautiful" you say the last word lower and with your heart racing just by thinking of the he says the word, with so much emotion and tenderness "OMG I can't believe it took for us to be in a whole different world for you to be interested in someone" Jiwoo's tone is like she's offended, and yeah, once you turn to see her face there is an offended expression on it "But who knows if it lasts, maybe is a malfunction because how can we be together when we are from so far away" "I think…maybe…this is the reason we came here" you look at her with thoughtful expression "I mean when you two are looking at each other it's like I'm not even here…and I'm pretty sure you forget about your best friend at those moments" and you can't believe she's pouting "I-I-I do not!" "I can't blame you, he's really cute and hot" she smiles and winks at you, feeling your whole body palpitating at how fast and loud your heart is moving inside you, and knowing the best thing to do to avoid her is turning around, turning off the stove and plating the breakfast. Jiwoo stands up to take the plates and puts them on the aisle, you hop and sit on the stool and start eating with her doing the same in front of you with a teasing smile.

Chapter 4

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coffeeviolinist · 1 year

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Things I'm Not Allowed to do In Beika

Dressing up as the Grim Reaper and claiming to be Shinichi's cousin is only funny once.

Despite all appearances to the contrary, Akai is not a zombie or a ghost, and I am not allowed to point at him and whisper "I see dead people."

I will not attempt to send notes to new Organization members telling them that they must perform a dramatic reenactment of their favorite childhood fairy tales, nor will I claim that the note was from Gin.

I will not teach the Detective Boys Morse Code so they can signal rude words.

I will not start a betting pool on which kitchen appliance Akai will break the next time he tries to cook.

Despite your personal beliefs, Amuro would not be happier if he was given a Furby.

You are not Amuro's personal anger management counselor.

When Conan pulls his Sleeping Kogoro act, do not take the opportunity to draw on Kogoro's face with a permanent marker.

I will not ask Akai if he can show me how to grow my own tobacco plants.

I will not sneak into Amuro's apartment at three in the morning, nor will I use Conan's voice-changing bowtie to chant ominous-sounding gibberish when he's trying to sleep.

Yelling "VIBE CHECK" when I roundhouse kick someone was only funny the first time.

I will not start humming creepy music whenever Amuro enters the room.

Do not attempt to convince Akai to follow cooking instructions in reverse order "for science".

I will not wake the Kudo household up by yelling "IT'S GIN, RUN!" at six in the morning.

I will not convince everyone to refer to Amuro's car as the Batmobile.

I will not prank call Rum and tell him that I need to talk to him about his car's extended warranty.

Haibara is not the Wicked Witch of the West.

Do not attempt to break up a fight between Akai and Amuro by loudly asking why they never told anyone about their affair. It will not make things better.

I will not give Hattori and Shinichi matching "I'm with stupid" t-shirts.

I will not suggest that the PSB and the FBI refer to themselves as the "Black Organization are Suckers Group", nor will I claim that it would be a great gesture of political allyship.

I will not stick a sign on Amuro's back that says "Single and Ready to Mingle."

I will not teach Haro to hide Amuro's shoes.

I will not tell Akai that he needs to go to his happy place.

Rye, Bourbon, and Scotch were the Whiskey Trio, not The Three Stooges.

I will stop referring to Gin and Vodka as Thing One and Thing Two.

Asking "So which one of them fails the vibe check?" is not an appropriate way to identify a murder suspect.

Ran is dangerous enough as she is and I will not provide her with a sword.

I will not claim to be Anokata's long-lost child and that I am continuing his work.

You are not to sneak a baby Tsushima leopard cat into a PSB meeting, nor are you allowed to claim that it's Bring Your Pet to Work Day.

Do not ask Amuro if you can drive his car or tell him he just left skid marks on a couple of pedestrians.

I will not glue googly eyes to the bottom of Professor Agasa's mug.

Do not ask for a complimentary beer when questioned by the police.

Never, under any circumstances, attempt to get Akai and Amuro under the mistletoe together.

I will not perform a seance at three in the morning in the Kudo household, and when I inevitably wake Akai up, I will not loudly exclaim that the ritual was a success.

Getting Bourbon's code name wrong on purpose is still rude even if he's the only one not laughing.

#detective conan #meitantei conan #akai shuichi #amuro tooru #rei furuya #edogawa conan #kudo shinichi #haibara ai #hattori heiji #black organization #gin #vodka #akam #humor

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autistic-sidon · 11 months

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hii can i ask to hear the explanation of why you think sid/link is distasteful? i dislike the ship myself but i’ve never really met anyone else who isn’t super obsessed with it but likes sidon so this blog feels super relieving!!!

So I’m gonna have to word certain things weirdly to avoid the face eating leopards that might come after me when express my opinion on a fictional ship so bear with me here.

My distaste comes down to these three reasons:

1. Age

2. Context

3. Content

First one being age. Zoras age pretty weird. A lot of people somehow misunderstand how the aging works even though it’s simple despite being weird. They simply spend more time in each life stage, but some people for some reason think a 50~ year old Mipha is a pedophile for liking Link even though she’s also a teenager. I digress, as that’s a separate issue. There is dialogue in botw from the character Dunma that makes it clear that Zoras will be physically adults before the age of 100 (but 100 is a wisdom milestone!) The way you can equate this to human ages is the late teens and early 20s, where you’re grown for the most part, but your brain still has some developing to do. That is the age Dunma is at, and a reminder that she is under 100. I don’t have screenshots on what Dunma says on hand, but this post might, and it explains the aging overall as well.

Sidon is over 100, so my guys prefrontal cortex is already developed. The human prefrontal cortex is not fully developed until 25! Which means Sidon is probably the Zoran equivalent of his mid or even late 20. I’m hoping the issue with that is starting to become clear.

Link came out of the shrine of resurrection under the legal drinking age. Remember, in botw Link is not allowed to have a noble pursuit like he is in totk. So, he was probably 18 or 17, possibly 19 when he died to the calamity. He could not have been younger than 17, as he joined Zelda on Mount Lanayru.

So, even if Link was 18 when he met Sidon (met him again…we’ll get there…) I am telling you that dating what is the equivalent of a 25~ year old as an 18 year old is not only creepy, but incredibly dangerous and unbalanced in the real world. And if Link was 17 in botw then it’s pretty obvious why the ship sucks in respect to age.

And people more commonly point out that Link knew Sidon when he was a toddler. I agree this also makes it weird. They didn’t really remember each other, which people argue, however Sidon does remember the swordsman, he just didn’t remember the swordsman was Link.

To finish off the age issue, I know some will say that the totk time-skip makes it okay…except it really doesn’t because that’s like waiting until someone is legal until you hit on them…which is weird and looked down upon irl so I’m not sure why you guys think the King of the Zora would pull that shit.

Next is context. This refers to the story in botw, specifically the backstory. Link remembers nothing, but discovers that he was super close to being engaged to Mipha, who was his childhood friend. I’m not sure why more people don’t point this out, but I really really really don’t think Sidon is going to get in a romantic relationship with his dead sisters almost fiancé. This reason is particularly why I giggle when people say Sidon was queerbait…because the writing does not allow for si/dlink to be appropriate at all. Sidon values Mipha a lot, and certainly would not go after Link even if he did have feelings, because doing so would be disrespectful to her and also a bit gross. Like if I died and my sisters went after my partner I’d think it’s gross, and my family would probably think it’s gross, a lot of people would think that’s gross.

To continue with context, and this one is more of an opinion, I really really don’t think that Sidon and especially Link, have feelings for each other. People made the new statue in the domain sexual (You know…the statue that was probably commissioned by Dorephan aka Link and Sidon’s Dad basically…please use your brain and recognize why saying they’re “riding” each other is weird…) as well as Sidon’s sage vow to Link (the one that all the other sages make too, including Tulin who is literally a child are you saying Link got proposed to by a child…huh??) Honestly watching people pick up scraps and say it’s romantic is a little funny to me, as I feel like this is really just platonic or brotherly, especially since DLC dialogue in botw has Sidon almost call Link his brother. Also I think they’re easier to write good stories about when they’re not romantic.

That transitions into my final reason, which is content. Si/dlink content is objectively bad all around and I mean that in the nicest way possible. Even the most well written of fics have an underlying sense of, “What the fuck is Link doing at Zora’s domain for so long?” And make Sidon and Link’s development overly dependent on each other. Just a reminder, romance is kinda fucking boring if there are no steaks outside of the relationship, or the stakes only matter because of the relationship.

If it’s not a mediocrely written fic, it’s probably just straight up porn. Which I can’t speak too much on this, but I think it’d odd to sexualize mlm to the degree that people did in 2017 and are starting to do again now. Also, people tend to either infantilize either Sidon or Link, and one of the character has to be the other’s therapist. This should be more recognized as an issue because of the fact that Link and Sidon are completely and utterly neurodivergent coded.

The content also completely decimates Sidon’s character. He basically becomes this hollow shell who only talks about Link and only thinks about Link and holy fuck doesn’t this literal King have things to think about that are not Link?? It’s very painful, as a si/dlink hating Sidon fan, to never ever come across character analysis because people cannot detach Sidon’s character from Link for even two seconds. Like I get that it’s super easy to read Sidon’s friendliness to Link as something homoerotic, but have you also considered that Link is literally his best friend and basically his brother. Bonus points if you recognize Link and Sidon are both neurodivergent coded and probably have that type of alliance and understanding going on.

Like I genuinely think Sidon is easier to write as Link’s friend or like as a platonic/brotherly thing. Especially since Link has his whole thing going on with Zelda and Sidon has his whole thing going on with Yona. And for gods sake yes I know polyamory exists, but I know y’all don’t actually ship all those characters, Yona would get the short end of the stick in character because you just want your yaoi to not look misogynistic. And Zelda usually isn’t even taken into consideration even though all of Link’s time before the upheval was spent with her so it’s still a little bit misogynistic anyways. (Note that when I say it’s misogynistic, I do recognize that it’s typically not malicious or even intentional, you can still be misogynistic on accident.) That’s not even mentioning the fact that Yona barely knows Link, and I genuinely don’t think she’d be comfortable with a sudden poly relationship. Poly doesn’t mean zero boundaries…people yelling “Sidon has two hands!” Don’t really understand polyamory and how it works. People generally don’t get in a serious poly relationship with complete strangers.

I could say more, but if I do then it’ll get to the point where the face eating leopards will come after me, so I hope this is enough. I really just think the ship exists because people are attracted to Sidon (valid) and use Link as a sort of self insert (botw/totk Link is not completely a self insert, as he has his own story and character beyond the player.) Anyways that is pretty much my opinion, thank you for asking nicely anon and everyone else pretty please do not send nukes to my house.

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embraceyourfandom · 2 years

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[DISCLAIMER: this post contains strong language and cannot be recommended for anyone]

On the journey to a new language it helps to have themes one works with. Because I’m a biologist, one theme when trying to expand my vocabulary is of course nature and especially animal names. Oh my, what fun things I learned on the side.

Interestingly, the word animal (สัตว์, saht /sat̚˨˩/) itself is an insult. As such, when directed at a person, it translates to something like asshole, shithead or bastard, but especially when combined with a super rude pronoun อี / ไอ้ (ee / âi = you for woman and for man respectively, please never use these), it really conveys contempt.

Porsche calls Kinn สัตว์ already in the first episode, (not with badterrible pronouns at least, but the pronouns he uses are lacking common decency, even if they are not in-your-face offensive)

(I have to say that the more I learn Thai, the more I am rolling my eyes at these two being total jerks to each other in the beginning. I mean… I was told about this, but still… Seriously guys, where are your manners? Your mums would be so ashamed of you!)

Anyhow, back to animals.

Animal names are fun to learn because living things are a good conversational topic (that also happens to interest me a great deal), but also because many Thai people are named after animals.

Thai nicknames (ชื่อเล่น chuu len, literally name play) are unofficial, but they are the names people use the most and it is normal that for example at school or workplace this is the only name people know of a person. Usually the nickname is given by parents and it can be short for the official first name (Kinn, Khun), but way more often it is a descriptive word or food or animal or (especially for girls) a plant, flower or fruit, but it can be anything. And I mean anything. It is very popular to give a child an English nickname that just sounds nice. So we get Barcode, Bible, Job and so on…

Self evident amongst animal names are the fluffycute or big and strong, like: cat แมว (maew - yes it's meow-sound), deer กวาง (kwaang), bird นก (nók), baby chicken เจี๊ยบ (jíap), tiger เสือ (sĕua) etc

[sidenote: เสือ is also a common name for the whole genus Panthera - “big cats”, so name for most of them in Thai starts with เสือ - for example leopard is เสือดาว (sĕua dow - star tiger), animals in Thai in general have a lot of names like this: bird this, bird that, fish this, fish that, which is familiar to English speakers, but somewhat special to my Finnish ear.]

More interesting animals people are named after:

pig หมู (mŏo) — pigs are considered very nice and valuable animals in Thailand, so this is not at all a bad name, but a cute one given to a much loved boy. To be fair, หมู can be used to call someone chubby, or gently scolding them for eating too much, but it isn’t offensive, really, unless combined with expletives.

Mouse/rat หนู (nŏo), frog กบ (gòp), tadpole อ๊อด (ót), shrimp กุ้ง (gûng), ant มด (mót)... all of these being obviously suitable names for a tiny, adorable child.

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I decided to save you (for now) from my terribly rambly, long ethnozoological ponderings I've had while digging into the creepy crawly nomenclature. It is pretty fascinating, though. No wonder - Thailand is a tropical country and consequently the invertebrate diversity there is breathtaking. I’m so jealous.

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In my opinion a very misunderstood animal is Asian water monitor Varanus salvator. Its name is เหี้ย (hîia /hia̯˥˩/), which is also one of the most vulgar, profane, insulting thing you can say to anybody in Thai. DO NOT USE.

How did this poor animal end up being a terrible insult? Asian water monitor, like most members of Varanidae, is a generalist predator that eats whatever it can catch or find, including carcasses. But instead of being praised as a valuable, free cleaning aid, it is seen as a dirty animal because of this (fine, they also can predate on farm animals – a monitor in a chicken coop equals bloodbath). Them living in the murky, muddy places isn’t helping their public image. Historically, they are considered bad luck and that killing them definitely causes bad things to happen. Even saying the name is considered unlucky, so many people call them ตัวเงินตัวทอง - “silver and gold” instead.

Sure, water monitors are big, surprisingly fast and they can give nasty, easily infected bites, and claw and hit hard with their tails, but they are also important, interesting and kinda derpy animals. Asian water monitors are kept as pets even, although they require a lot of room as they can grow up to 3 metres long (in average 1,5 m). They can be tamed and they learn all kinds of things. I think they are cute and I would love to meet a pet monitor someday and give it belly scratches (wild animals I prefer to observe from a respectful distance away, but it would be supercool to see one).

Regardless, เหี้ย is a Profanity. Linguistically, it can be used pretty flexibly much like ‘fuсk’ as a noun, adjective, adverb, comma, full stop, exclamation mark… But do not use it - it really is much worse word than even 'сunt', especially combined with อี / ไอ้ ( ee/âi).

And that is exactly how Kinn uses it here, calling Vegas a water monitor.

He continues here. Now adverbial use, so not directed at person. Less offensive, still pretty mean tone.

(I cannot believe this man had the audacity to tell Porsche off for his language...)

There are my uncivilised musing for now.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 8 months

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A/N = I wish I had some explanation for where this shit came from.

C/W = A lot of the same thing: P->V, oral {both ways}, some light hair pulling, language, brief masturbation {m & f}, if I missed anything let me know so I can fix it. I've read it too many times as it stands.

WC = almost 3.9k

"A Rose By Any Other"

"Hey, y/n? You're y/n, right? Uh sorry, but I ... I think these are yoursss." Sanemi handed you a tight little leopard print thong.

"Oh ... my ... fuck." You ripped them from his hand and stuck them in your pocket.

"Thank you, Sanemi." His head perked up at you saying his name. "I appreciate you giving these back to me. The last place I lived I lost about 8 pairs of panties." You shrugged your shoulders, "There was some creepy fuck going through the laundry room. Clean or dirty. He'd take them all."

Sanemi made a grossed out face. "You're sure it was a man?" He laughed. "Those are pretty sexy. Maybe some broke ass woman was takin' 'em?"

"Oh god!" You groaned, taking that time to inspect his features more closely. Sanemi's lips were the perfect shape. The perfect color. They looked so soft. You wanted to press your mouth to his.

You shook your head out of the haze his sweet looking lips lulled you into.

"Dooo you maybe wanna come in for some tea or something? You returned my panties. It’s the least I can do, really. What do big strong men drink nowadays?" You blushed deeply as he playfully laughed at your question.

"I don't know what they drink. But I'm good with tea. Unfortunately, I can't." he rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand. "I gotta work soon. Gotta shower right now ..." He watched your face for a reaction, "... But uh, may–maybe I can swing by tonight?" He smiled.

Fuck yeah, come by tonight. Move in. Stay. Forever.

"Ehh, I don't think I have anything going on." You reached out to frisk his pockets, feeling around for his phone.

"Ay! Whoa!" He yelped a little.

Your eyes met his while your hands felt around in his front and then back pockets. You knew fully well he carries his phone in his back right pocket. You just wanted to grope around at his body.

"Relax, I'm just looking for your phone. And ... there ... it ... is!" Pulling it out of his back pocket, you turned it on. "Ohhh, no lock screen. You must really be confident in your ability not to lose this." You put your number in his contacts, memorized his, and handed it back to him.

His hand lingered on yours and your eyes hovered on his for a moment longer than was necessary. Your cunt throbbed from his touch. You swear the two of you were going to kiss. Right there, in the hallway.

You softly bit your bottom lip and gathered up all of your self-restraint to step away from Sanemi's gorgeous body.

"Uh *aheh*," you cleared your throat and reached out to flick a nonexistent fluffy thing from his right shoulder.

He reached up and grabbed you by the wrist.

"What are you doing?" He asked, tightening his grip.

You gasped and looked up at him to read his face. He was smirking. A dark gleam in his eye.

"I w-was getting the ... the fluff off of your sh‐shoulder. Should I have ... not?" You asked, wondering what stupid invisible line you crossed.

Sanemi put his free hand on your shoulder and gently pushed you back against your door. The knob hitting your ass as he moved you.

"Are you ... nervous, y/n?" He leaned in and breathed in your ear. "Do I ... make you ... nervous?"

Your body reacted to his proximity before you could even comprehend what was happening. Your pussy gushed, immediately slick at his words. His rough hands on your slightly shaky frame continued to press into you.

You forced yourself to push back – even though the effort was futile. It made you feel like you were doing something.

"NO. You make me ..." You stopped yourself and looked down at the floor before divulging a truth.

"I make you what?" He palmed his hard cock through his sweats. Not trying in the least bit to hide what he was doing. Never breaking eye contact with you. He liked you watching him.

Your brows sunk down and your mouth fell open. "W-wet. You make me wet." You wrapped your arms around his neck. "Wanna see?"

Sanemi reached around you and grabbed the sloppy bun on top of your head. Pulling the messy ball of hair to the side, he exposed your neck and leaned in to you.

He put his mouth on your racing pulse point and said right against your soft, hot skin, "I do," he exhaled. His breath was so hot on your skin. "... I want to see how wet you are for me." Sanemi pushed back from you and, almost proudly, fumbled with the tent his cock had pitched in his gray, baggy pants.

Your body nearly sank down the door from what he said next.

"I have to get in the shower and go to work, though." He smiled down at you. "I'm off at 5. Home at 5:20. Out of the shower by 5:30. Be ready for me. He pulled you close to him, reached around and smacked your ass so hard the sound echoed in the hallway.

You were a jellied mess. Reaching behind you, looking for the doorknob, you nodded drunkenly and watched him walk backwards a few yards down the hall to his place. Rubbing himself through his pants, until he disappeared into his place.

"Fuck."

The fucking shower. Him in the shower.

Your pussy throbbed from the memory of your brief exchange. The sight of his massive dick in his hand as he told you to be ready tonight.

It was too long to wait. It was only 11 in the morning. And you were expected to wait for the next 6 and a half hours for him to come back. You decided to give yourself a treat. Just enough to hold you over until Sanemi was with you.

You forced your wobbly legs to carry you to your bedroom where you kicked off your pants. You immediately laid down on your made bed and your hand trailed down the front of your body and cupped your aching clit through your panties.

You rubbed your middle finger over the little bud trying your hardest not to cum too fast. Your other hand reaching up to pinch your nipples. All the while imagining you were not alone right now.

"Mmm ... Sanemi. Ah ... fuck, you feel so good."

You tried to picture him. How he would look holding himself up over your body. But all you could recall was his hand pumping his clothed cock.

You gasped. Your fingers picking up the pace and your head raising up off of your pillows as the intensity of the feeling increased.

"Mmm, I wish ... I wish you were here ... Right ... now."

Your hand moved faster, but not fast enough. It wasn't what you wanted. Not what you needed.

You sat up on your knees and yanked your panties down. Flinging them behind you and swearing your pussy was more swollen and wet than it's ever been. You leaned back on your hands and looked up at the ceiling fan above your bed.

"Oh yeah. That's ... that's good. You gonna make me cum?" You closed your eyes. "Oh my god ... Sanemi ... right in your mouth ... mhm ..."

You pushed down and moaned. "Oh god ... you make me feel so good." Your arm moved up and held onto your tit. You wanted him to suck it. You imagined he was so good with his mouth. That he could use that tongue for many things.

Like your clit.

You pushed back, rocking yourself on the pillow you had underneath you. The feel of the firm cotton makes you whimper and writhe. You were getting close, and you wanted to feel his mouth on you before you got there.

So you forced yourself to stop and you rolled over on your stomach and grabbed your phone from the nightstand. You put his number in and pulled it down, positioning yourself so that the camera was between your legs. You let out a soft moan about how badly you wanted him there before you began snapping selfies.

You got a good one – it was perfect.

The light coming from behind your body was soft and delicate. Making your legs look so smooth. The plump roundness of your ass was beautifully presented.

You sent it to Sanemi with the caption, "A little something to keep you happy while you're at work."

You put your phone down and got up to take a shower. Your body was a little shaky. A little sweaty. A lot unsatisfied.

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You were done showering within an hour.

"It's 1 o'clock. Goddamn it. 4 more hours to go." You flopped down on your bed again. Trying to wait as patiently as possible.

It was a struggle. You wanted Sanemi. You wanted to feel him inside you.

Your phone chimed.

You looked over and picked it up. It was a text from Sanemi.

Sanemi:

I can't stop thinking about you. About this morning in the hallway. I can't wait to see you again. 🍆 🍑.

Thanks for the pic of your cunt. My mouth started watering.

Your clit throbbed at the thought.

You:

You've been on my mind all day.

God, Sanemi. I want you to come over. I can't wait 4 more hours. Can't you just tell someone you don't feel well or something and just leave a little early?

Sanemi:

I mean, there are too many people here today. I suppose I could leave if I needed to.

You: TELL. THEM. YOU. NEED. TO. LEAVE. NOW. My door will be unlocked.

Sanemi: Jesus, you're bossy. I need to tame your ass.

You: {middle finger}

Sanemi: Is that for me?

You: THIS IS FOR YOU. You sent him another pic of you. This one was full frontal.

Sanemi: FUCK. ON MY WAY.

You giggled with excitement. You have been talking to Sanemi for months here and there. You'd pass each other on your way to do laundry in the basement and when you’d check your mail. But things finally came to a head this morning. And you couldn't wait much longer.

You put on a little lipstick and laid down completely naked on your bed, awaiting his arrival.

15 minutes later there was a loud knock at your door.

"Who is it?" You called. The door opened and you heard Sanemi's voice.

"It's me. Fucking time to eat, where are you?" He checked every room before he finally got to yours. You were on your back on the bed, your legs hanging over the side, all nice and ready for him to tear you apart.

Sanemi stared down at you in awe.

"Mmmm, I knew you couldn't wait. That's why I laid down on the bed, I thought I'd be ready for you when you got here." You said, smiling up at him. "You're still wearing your work clothes. You can go home and change if you want to."

Sanemi kicked off his shoes. "I don't need to change, these fucking things are coming off anyway. I wanted to come over here right away."

Your body was already buzzing. You knew what he wanted. And he wanted to have his way with you. He was going to fuck you senseless.

"Well, get over here and help me take these godforsaken things off, y/n." He climbed up on the bed with you.

You crawled up to him and put your arms up to wrap them around his neck as he ripped his shirt up and over his head.

You wasted no time pulling down his jeans and his briefs to his thighs. His hard cock sprang out and you put your mouth on the tip as soon as you saw it was out.

"FUUCK!" Sanemi moaned out loud, "Fuuuuck y/n, I ... me ... inside of you." He wasn't really making sense at this point. Luckily, you spoke broken/horny and you caught the gist of what he wanted. But you wanted something else first.

"I want your mouth," You smiled up at him, looking directly in his eyes. You were playing with his cock as he watched. "I want you to use your tongue on me." You purred. "And then,I want to taste you." You licked him again, feeling the silky softness of his stretched skin against your wet tongue.

"Please."

Sanemi groaned at the sight of your mouth on him. It looked so pretty. So right. How your lips stretched out to accommodate his thickness. How the pink of your tongue was a nice contrast to the reddened flush of his cock.

"Ok." He sighed and he crawled back over you.

He pushed your knees up to your chest and held your thighs apart. He put his mouth right on your pussy.

You gasped as he got right down there, immediately sucking at your clit with fervor. You could feel your legs trembling and you couldn't help but start to cum.

Sanemi chuckled against you and you felt his vibrations on your clit. You were a goner. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you pushed your pussy against him trying to get him to go speed up just enough to get you all the way to your orgasm.

Sanemi wouldn't give in, though. He was having fun. He loved the way you felt in his mouth. He was so fucking excited to get inside of you. He wanted to see your face when he plunged his full length inside of your warmth. He wanted to watch your body move against him as he rocked himself in and out of you.

"Oh god ... please ... mhm ..."

You couldn't form complete sentences. You could feel your whole body warming up from his mouth. The inside of your legs were slick and Sanemi was moaning against your pussy as you squirm underneath him.

Your breath caught in your throat when you finally reached your peak. Your eyes tightly shut and you rocked your hips against him, "OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" You cried out, as his tongue fucked you and his mouth sucked on you. You were a mess of trembling flesh and your pussy was overflowing with your hot slick.

You were gasping for air as he sat back up and looked down at you. His mouth glistened and his face was wet and shining. He was so fucking sexy.

"That was fast." He laughed, wiping his mouth with his hand.

"What do you expect? I've been rubbing my thighs together all damn day. It's been all I could do to not fuck myself senseless. Now, I'm nowhere near done with you." You groaned and pulled him down on top of you. You kissed him. Slipping your tongue past his lips to feel his tongue. His taste.

You were hungry. Your body was hungry for him. He kissed you back, groaning into your mouth as he did. You wanted to give him everything.

You rolled him over, laying him flat on his back. You climbed up on top of him. He was so hard and it felt nice against your bare ass. You reached behind yourself to stroke him with both hands.

Sanemi moaned and reached up to your chest. His hands felt so big on your breasts. You felt so tiny in his grasp. He was so strong. It excites you.

"I ca-, I can't wait any longer, Sanemi." You reached down between your legs to guide his cock to your entrance.

You were so wet for him. Your pussy throbbed with anticipation.

And then ... He was inside of you.

"OH, OH FFFUCK!" He exclaimed, his voice shaking your insides. His cock was so big and it filled you completely. "I can't believe you've been walkin' around like this all day!" He gasped and his hands shot up to grip your hips.

You smiled down at him and you took his hands in yours. You kissed the back of each of his them as he watched your breasts move against your chest while you rode him.

"Ahh." You closed your eyes. "It's been torture all day. I just wanted you." You groaned as he rolled his hips under you.

You leaned back and arched your back. Holding onto his thighs and watching your breasts bounce and jiggle with each thrust.

"You feel so good, Sanemi. Fuck ..." Your cunt was throbbing around him and you could feel him swell inside of you. He was close, and you loved that you could make him cum from riding him.

You sat back up and put your hands on his chest. You took over and began to ride him hard and fast.

"OH-HO … YES! FUCK! YOU'RE SO TIGHT!" He cried out. His hands went to your ass, and he slapped at it and squeezed the flesh so it spilled out between his fingers.

"Nhgh! Sanemi, you're gonna make me cum again." You cried out as you rode him harder still. Your head flung back and you cried out his name as your body spasmed around his cock.

You collapsed on him and he held you there, kissing at your face and neck and shoulders as he began to thrust harder. He was deep inside you and your pussy was clenching around his cock. He couldn't help but cum. He gripped you tightly and began to cum inside of you.

You moaned and reached up to brush his hair from his face.

"Oh my god, Sanemi. That was ... that was so good." You breathed out against his neck.

Sanemi was still buried deep inside of you. "You're gonna make me fall in like with you, y/n." He kissed you. "

"I've wanted this for so long." You nuzzled against him, enjoying his scent and the feel of his warm and toned body under your softer make.

"Well ... you better get used to this, because I'm not going anywhere." He sat up and grabbed your waist. Pushing you onto your back. He had his cock out and hard again.

"I'm not done with you yet." He rubbed himself against your sensitive clit. "I wanna fuck you from behind, now."

"O-ok," you stammered, reaching around behind your back to get him closer to you. Sanemi pushed your ass up and smacked it.

"This is how I want to look at you every night, y/n. I want to be buried in your pussy, right here." His hands massaged your ass, "Right here. I want to look at this ass all day. Look at how juicy it is. Look at this pussy. I love your fat, juicy, pussy. You have the prettiest pussy." He leaned over you. "Love your fucking tits, too."

He reached down and grabbed his cock and ran it over your wet slit, dipping it in and out of your dripping hole.

"Sanemi," you moaned out. "Do it. Wan’ you ..."

He grunted as he pushed all the way inside of you.

"I'm gonna do this for a while, though." He pulled out, and slowly pushed back inside of you. You whimpered and moved your body with his. You loved being taken this way. He was so deep like this. You felt so full of him. You want him to always do this.

He smacked you on the ass and you cried out.

"You wanna be spanked like that?" He laughed, smacking it again. "I knew I liked something about you."

You were practically bent over the bed, your chest flat on your mattress. He had his hands on your hips, pulling you up and back into him.

"YES! YES, SANEMI!"

He pulled you up so you were on your knees, your back to his front. He was still holding you up by your hips, so you reached out and braced yourself on the headboard.

He took your hair in his hands, wrapped it around his fist, and used it to hold on as he buried himself in you. You could feel every inch of him as he went deep and hard. Your body was starting to tingle with another orgasm.

"You like that? You like having me fuck you from behind?"

"YES! Fuck! Fff-yes, Sanemi!" You were so loud, you knew your neighbors could hear. You didn't care.

Sanemi fucked you hard and fast. His pace was fast, he was sweating so much that each impact of his hips against you, his wet body speckled yours with the same drawn out fluids.

He wasn't going to last much longer, and you knew he was about to cum.

"You're gonna make me c- oh goddamn it, Sanemi!" You cried out. "Cum with me, pl-please, Sanemi." You whined as you felt him swell and twitch inside of you. You began to spasm around him as he exploded into your cunt. You fell forward on your bed, exhausted. He fell on top of you, and the two of you were breathing heavily in sync as he rolled you onto your side.

"Jesus Christ, so good, y/n." He nuzzled into your neck, his arms wrapped around you.

You giggled and wiggled yourself against him. Not taking precautions to avoid rubbing yourself against his cock again.

"Yeah, you're definitely getting my pussy from now on, Sanemi." You laughed, turning to kiss him. "I'm already looking forward to it."

He pulled back and smiled at you. He leaned in to kiss you, but you put a finger on his lips to stop him.

"What?" He frowned.

"When can you come back?" You pushed him back to roll over. He laid next to you and smiled.

"Are you fucking kidding me? It's 6 in the fuckin' evening." He groaned, pulling the blanket over both of you. "I can't believe I came over here in my work clothes and fucked you all day. And you’re asking me when I can come back? How about I just don’t leave yet? Mm?"

"Well," you smiled, reaching over to his cock. "We can continue another time, I’m sure." You kissed the tip of it.

"Yeah? You got an early day tomorrow, too?"

"Oh, no. I'm off for the next 3 days. So I have all the time in the world." You kissed him, smiling against his nose.

"Well, you better be ready." He growled. "Cuz I'm not gonna let you sleep."

"Mm, I think I like you, Sanemi." You wrapped your arms around him.

"Yeah? You like me? What are you gonna do now?"

"I think I'll keep you." You grinned. "You're so ... so ..." You couldn't find the right word to describe him. So you looked at him, puzzling out what it could be, for the next few minutes.

"You're just so ... so ... stinky! Get in the shower!" He laughed and carried you to the shower. "You're no evening rose yourself. But I guess I'll keep you, too.

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2offayyo-kzt · 1 year

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“What we do in the daytime”

In which the camera crew decided to follow a typical week at the Rinaldi's !

be indulgent, this is a collaborative fic written by @godfuckingnamehelp and myself, we each wrote in our native language and then used a translator :)

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Chapter 1 :

This month, five crew members tragically died, so the decision was made to suspend filming at the vampire residence; and to take a more thorough approach to the dangerous work being done under these extreme conditions. Thus, three enthusiasts who did not want to interrupt the show, decided to get the documentary material from safer sources : At the Rinaldi residence.

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"Sorry guys, I don't believe in God and I don't buy anything else from people like you ! I SEE RIGHT THROUGH YOU ! You want to sell me overpriced junk that no other idiot would buy !"

Sean got angrier and angrier and could have gone on if he hadn't been interrupted. The film crew very politely asked permission to film the residents of Sean's house during the week.

"Hey, are you the guys following Laszlo around forever ? But why would you film us ? We don't have anything interesting going on..." Sean stopped, a genius thought occurred to him and he smiled pleased with himself.

"Never mind though, you can come back tomorrow morning !"

The door slammed shut and a cry was heard behind it : "DARLING, TOMORROW WE'RE GOING TO BE FILMED FOR SOME SHOW ON TV. I'VE MADE ALL THE ARRANGEMENTS !"

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"Hey, where should I look ?"

Sean stood by the open door, it was early morning, and Rinaldi's face showed sleepiness. The small camera crew, composed of two cameramen and one boom operator, were looking at him. Sean was dressed in a suit and an untied red tie that was slung over his neck. His hair was combed back with a lot of gel, and he had a razor cut on his cheek.

"We don't do that very often, here's Lasz always looking like he's doing a talk show. Charmaine in general always looks gorgeous too, just not in the morning."

He looked at those present with a smile and looked a little disappointed when no one laughed.

"Well you come on in ! Home sweet home." Sean made an inviting hand gesture.

"Charmaine's still doing something in the bathroom. The last time I went to check on her she was shaking her head, it's creepy so I decided not to go see her anymore."

Mrs. Rinaldi showed up at the door, her face flaunting a wide Hollywood smile, her hair curled and beautifully styled.

She was wearing her iconic leopard print dress which showed off her curves, with the Jade necklace given by her husband.

"My goodness, you're so early ! Are you filming already ? Do I look good on camera A ? Just between you and me, how popular is this show of yours ?"

Charmaine spoke very quickly and there was excitement in her voice. After the girl with the camera said it was a documentary, she sank a little, but tried not to show it.

"So we're going to show you how we live. We're regular humble Americans who live in peace and harmony in a quiet neighborhood of New York City."

Sean interrupted her giggle and she tried to discreetly elbow him.

Mrs. Rinaldi continued : "This house is our cozy family nest. Seanie and I are very happy living here, let me show you the living room. I'm not quite sure what I should do, you'd better tell me now."

She smiled nervously and headed into the living room, accompanied by the members of the camera crew. Sean mumbled something and headed after his wife.

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During the story of the trip to Atlantic City, which for some unknown reason took place in the bathroom, Charmaine looked at Sean and shrieked in horror. The man looked behind him with fright, but Charmaine grabbed him by the shoulders, laughed awkwardly and surprisingly sharply, and tightly tightened his tie.

Mr. Rinaldi began to make attempts to loosen his tie, which was tied too tight, while his wife said with anger and embarrassment : "Could you tie his tie later in the edit. Such horror !"

She threw a look full of indignation at Sean.

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Sean and Charmaine have done their best to prove themselves and sit tired on the couch surrounded by the camera crew (even Charmaine's enthusiasm has diminished). After the camera girl replies that they just need to live their normal lives, with a glance, they decide to do some breakfast cooking. Charmaine leaves to change into more appropriate clothes and Sean found himself being interviewed in private.

| "How many years have you been married ?"

"Ohohoh good question..." Sean stared at the camera lens, seemingly lost, and then starts counting on his fingers "8..9..10.. Oh I know ! That was the same year Ocean's Eleven came out, so 2001 baby." He made little pistols with his fingers, looking proud of himself.

"Don't ask me how many years it is though, do the math yourself, next question !"

Sean was really enthusiastic about answering the crew's questions, it wasn't the first time cameras had been pointed at him, in fact he had taken part in numerous game shows, he explained in detail how he had managed to win a million dollars at the age of 27 thanks to his "incredible brain", despite this he had been doing a lot of odd jobs because the money had gone fast in the casinos, much to Charmaine's regret.

| "What do you value most about your wife ?"

Sean smiles peacefully "It may sound stupid, but... probably the fact that she understands me like an open book, like wiiide open, she knows me so well, it's terrific. Even Lasz only knows a tiny part of the man I am…”

“Well it's mutual ! With only one look ! I know right away what she has on her heart, we're like one soul in two separate bodies, we fight.. a lot ! But I doubt we can live without each other."

Upon hearing these words, the boom operator made a monstrous effort not to drop a tear; he had witnessed the couple's typical bickering and all the monumental bullshit of this man over the last four years, but the love he had for his wife was truly exceptional.

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Charmaine was now back in the living room, wearing a simple gray jogging suit (Seanie's) and a zebra print tank top, her hair tied up in a sloppy bun.

"Let's cook !" she exclaimed to her husband and the cameras with a bright smile.

"I saw a new recipe for mugcake, we need to try this one !"

"Okay sweetheart." Sean got up from the couch, still wearing his suit and headed into the bathroom, on her side Charmaine took out all the necessary ingredients and put them on the counter.

"I saw this recipe on Instagram, I'll be honest with you guys, I suck at cooking *she smiles embarrassedly at the camera*, usually it's Seanie who does all the food stuff... He's really good at it !"

As she spoke, she washed her hands and took out her phone to open Instagram.

"He explained to me that when he was little, he often had to cook by himself, as his mother was often ill...poor woman... depression is really a bitch."

With these harsh words, Sean entered the kitchen, dressed in a simple white tank top and plaid shorts.

"OMG SEANIE IS THAT YOUR UNDERWEAR ?"

The man winced at the shrill voice.

"HELL NO ! I'M NOT STUPID... it's my shorts !"

Charmaine seemed relieved : "It's not my fault that you buy shorts identical to your underwear… anyways, go help me here."

"Sooo ~ what are we doing ?" He approached his wife (concentrate on getting the scale out of the drawer), and grabbed her butt : "Cake ~ ?" he said with a huge grin.

"STOP SEANIE !"

She turned violently, ready to punch her husband in the shoulder, but Sean stopped her by grabbing her wrist with a firm hand.

The woman struggled like a rabid Chihuahua and Sean could not help but laugh.

"GET OFF OF ME, DUMBASS !"

"All right, all right..." he slightly released the pressure on the wrist. "Only if you give me a kiss."

"In your dreams ! Shithead."

Charmaine finally managed to free herself, turning around, giving the camera a sidelong glance.

"Here, make yourself useful and read me the instructions" *she handed her phone to Sean*

"Can't read."

"Oh yeah..." an understanding look being shared between them.

"Unless you want the recipe ready for tonight."

"Sorry, hmm.." she took the phone in hand again and decided to turn on the video.

Sean turned to the camera feeling compelled to explain : "I'm dys, you know, I have trouble reading text and shit, especially on small screens, that's why I've always preferred movies to books."

Charmaine followed the tutorial with the utmost care, she wanted something perfect and she will get something perfect.

And as her husband looked out into the garden, lost in thought, Charmaine put the finished mugcake in the microwave.

Sean snapped out of his reverie when he heard sparks, he rushed to the microwave and opened it in a hurry.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND, YOU LET THE FUCKING SPOON IN IT ?!!!"

Charmaine was petrified on the spot "I didn't know Seanie..."

"UH UHH ? You're damn lucky." Sean took a tea towel to remove the hot cup from the machine.

"WHY IT'S ALWAYS MY FAULT ?!"

Sean turned around looking genuinely angry and not worried as before :

"Because YOU'RE THE ONE, who put the FUCKING SPOOON, IN IT... not ME !"

"FUCK YOU SEANIE." Charmaine looked as if she was about to cry, the camera turned to her who was now walking out of the kitchen.

"What is wrong with this woman.. She's driving me crazy." the man murmured half-heartedly, busy cleaning up the counter and cleaning up the mess.

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"The mugcake is readyyyy !" Sean had walked into the living room, mug in hand, watching his wife sulking on the couch in front of a TV shopping show.

"I don't want it."

"Fuck you then, I'll eat it."

"NO ! it's MY mugcake ! I made that shit myself… GIVE IT BACK ! IT'S MINEEEE-"

Sean smiled as he heard her come to herself.

And as she screamed at the top of her lungs, Sean took spoonfuls of the cake into his mouth, avoiding his wife who had thrown herself at him and was reaching for the mug in vain.

"Nuah uhh, mtoo lated." said Sean with his mouth full.

That morning, Charmaine never got the opportunity to taste her mugcake.

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The film crew decided to leave Sean and Charmaine for a while, instead they decided to interview another resident of the house.

Ten minutes later, Joan was sitting on the bed in her room, ready to be interviewed.

| "Are you proud of your son ?"

A kind smile appeared on her sweet, wrinkled face.

"My son, my sweet boy. Such an independent young man, successful. Oh, he's working at... He's working... And he's trying very hard ! My Seanie is doing a great job !"

| "How do you feel about Charmaine ?"

"She's nice to me. Nice girl. But God ! You should hear how often she and my son scream in this house. And my hearing isn't what it used to be."

| "Do you believe in God ?"

"Do you ? I pray every night, I pray for my son, for his wife. Even for our neighbors, God saves their souls."

Joan looked around fearfully.

"If they have them, of course..."

She lowered her voice to a whisper.

"You know that, don't you ? They are the defeats of Satan. Devils in the flesh."

The old woman rose from her seat. And walked over to the cameramen.

"They drink people's blood so they can stay young forever."

Her frantic gaze stopped on the girl with the camera and Joan unexpectedly grabbed her arm tightly.

"Don't mess with them young lady, save your soul. Don't let them drag you down to hell."

After that, Joan refused to answer any questions and went to bed.

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"See you guys tomorrow ! Be safe on the road." With these words, Sean half asleep locked the door, leaving the camera crew on the landing.

The crew packed up their stuff in the minivan, ready to head towards a seedy local hotel.

"I don't know about you guys but I don't think I want to interview the vampires anymore." said the boom operator.

The rest of the team turned to him, wondering if he too had caught the brain scramblies.

"Seeing me in pain during the break, Charmaine offered me a massage ! And trust me, this woman is doing God's work for real." he exclaimed, doing a little shoulder dance.

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"Really, I've always wanted to shoot for a program like "In the Animal World." But damn, it's incredibly fascinating to shoot people, especially when they act human, if you know what I mean."

The rest of the crew nodded their heads in agreement. For the first time after filming, they left for rest in good spirits.

Cheerful voices could be heard from the van. "Hey, my money's on Charmaine yelling at Sean twice tomorrow."

"Okay, then I bet Sean mentions Ocean's 11 three times !"

"No dude, Ocean's 12 ! He always has been 'a Twelve man at heart' remember ?"

They laughed, knowing full well that 3 poor hours of sleep awaited them.

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Author's note :

gfnh (@godfuckingnamehelp) : Seanie and Charmaine main characters omg. Just look at them ! Btw I really enjoyed working in a team ;)

kzt (@2offayyo-kzt) : I hope y'all enjoyed chapter one ! I'm having a lot of fun writing this fic with gfnh :D so far we've written 2 out of 7 chapters (the rest will be posted on ao3) stay tuned folks 🤙

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #wwdits fics #wwdits fic #wwdits writings #fanfiction #writing #charmaine rinaldi #sean rinaldi #wwdits charmaine #wwdits sean #wwdits joan #joan rinaldi #wwdits writing #kztpost

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eruden-writes · 1 year

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Comics

I have found myself falling down the hole of binging comics on Hoopla.

There's a wide variety of stuff, involving non-humans and/or queer relationships.

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Save Yourself

By Bones Leopard and illustrated by Nichole Matthews, Kelly Matthews

Super cute, queer-filled story about magical girls who are bad guys and the monsters that fight them are, often, the good guys.

The story is about humans realizing the magical girls are evil, after a young woman saves a mysterious stranger from the superheroes.

There is a character death that takes place in the past and a death that happens on screen, but it's not bloody. Victim is just gone.

Art was bright and cheerful. Had a cartoon vibe about it, so nothing explicit or gorey. Again, super cute.

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The Me You Love in the Dark

By Skottie Young and illustrated by Jorge Corona

Definite monster fucker story. It's a horror story with gore and domestic abuse vibes.

An artist rents a creepy house in the Midwest to renew her ability to paint. An being (ghost, I think, but form is more eldritch horror) lives in the house that the artist makes contact with.

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Don't Call Me Dirty and Don't Call Me Daddy

Both stories created and illustrated by Gorou Kanbe

No monsters involved, but is full of gay characters.

Dirty is about a 26-year-old liquor store clerk befriending a houseless man. The clerk is known by those around him as gay and is even in a relationship with another man. Though that man ends up breaking things off with him. The concept of "dirty" is applied to both the clerk and houseless man, one in a homophobic sense and the other in a physical literal sense.

Daddy is actually about the clerk's father and a long-time friend. The long-time friend actually was helping the father raise his son for a time, but felt horrible that his son thought he and the father were married.

Both of these made me cry. Hiding your own feelings from yourself, apologizing to others for who you are, just wanting to be loved, being given kindness of facing cruelty for so long. Just oof.

I highly rec both of these, if you can get over some art issues. (Occasionally, the characters have, like, super tiny hands.)

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The Song of Yoru & Asa

By Harada

Gay relationship, but no monsters.

Oh my goodness, this had very explicit sex scenes. Haha. I was not prepared for that when reading.

This one is about two guys who are in a band together. Asa can be mean at times and Yoru can be pushy about sex. But it just feels more like a dynamic than serious problems.

TW for sex still happening even when one or other tells the other to stop. (They don't seem to mind or have problems with it, but in one instance it does result in pee, so... yeah. I kind of wish they talked about having a safe word so they know for sure to stop.)

Oh, TW for self-harm attempt, as well. There's a stalker fan who pulls out a blade to cut herself with when she's rejected.

Art was really good in this one.

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Kiss Me, Satan!

by Victor Gischler and illustrated by Juan E. Ferreyra

Yes, monsters are involved. No queer people, though. :(

Demon is trying to get back into heaven and is given a mission to help a witch flee the werewolf mafia. Interesting premise, but it falls prey to misogynistic tropes and art.

There's four women characters the demon guy is supposed to be keeping safe. Three of them die. The last one ends up fucking the main guy.

Art is relatively good, if you're into comics with more of a western feel. There are gratuitous shots of ladies' underwear during fights or unnecessary nudity.

Story is intriguing, but I kind of feel it was more of a guy power fantasy. You eventually see the guy's demon form and it's pretty kick ass.

TW for gore, death, and discussions of killing a baby.

#comics #comic recs #queer comics #monster romance #monster fucker #hooplah #alien x human #monster x human #hoopla

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chidoroki · 7 months

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Tokyo Revengers S3EP1

aka: city wide brawling

So the OP song is the same as last season but the visuals changed? I'm not too bothered by it but I would've loved another great song. The boys already looking so good too. Very excited to see more of Smiley and Angry and hopefully I can learn their names properly now.

Aww, Emma looked so pretty in that one shot.

Oh, that one captain of Toman whom I dunno the name of.. does he switch sides? That scene of him getting up from the chair with that pissed off look on his face ain't giving me good vibes.

I'm like 95% certain that Inui eventually cooperates with us while Koko doesn't and that moment with the both of them with the former disappearing from the latter's side sorta reinforces that idea in my mind.

Oh, yup, that Toman captain (Yasuhiro. I was good and looked him up) joins Tenjiku, with Sanzu right behind him too I think. I guess I should've seen that coming, which means Toman loses its fifth division captain and vice captain.

This fight looks insane already. My boy Chifuyu putting in work, Inui looking so unbothered while kicking ass and Kakucho nailing Takemichi with a heavy hit oh my god.. and that moment of Izana running up on Mikey with crazy eyes is definitely creepy.

I try my best to avoid spoilers, honestly, but Mikey and Izana have some sorta history, don't they? like, family related or whatever. And I'm so not looking forward to what may happen with Emma, if it happens this season.

Anyways, lemme actually start this episode.. and we're starting right where we left off, thank god.

“Takemichty, your mind can't even begin to fathom me.” Bro, my mind can't comprehend you either and I hate it. How can Kisaki just jump around to different gangs and reach an authority status so easily, like the hell is so special about you dude?

Hanma riding in on a bike sporting purple leopard patterns.. what an icon.

YO! Mochizuki! Can you not drag my precious boy like that?? And toss him through the air like a sack of potatoes?? I hope Chifuyu kicks his ass during the upcoming battle.

Tenjiku is already brawling with Toman's second division somewhere else? That's Mitsuya's division, yea? Oh dear.

Ain't no way the twins come rushing in by running over all the Tenjiku members with their bikes!! Seeing Smiley all happy like that is hilarious!

Angry doesn't play around, holy shit, his punches are deadly!

Okay okay, so Angry is Souta and Smiley is Nahoya, but if even their intros call 'em by their nicknames I just might do the same, although that'll just lead me to forget their real ones quicker.

Ah damn, so the twins had beef with Mocchi way before their Toman days huh? Alright, either one of them can get revenge on that dude. That's fine.

The twins are insane but I love them already. Well, I know they've been around since the first season, but finally seeing them more is great.

“What if Kisaki can also travel through time?” I'm not completely certain about him but I do know Takemichi isn't the only one capable of doing so at least.

Oohhh Takemichi is through playing games. That's such an angry and determined face!

I know it won't ever happen, but the fact that killing Kisaki has never been brought up as a viable option to stop this chaos is incredible.

Yuuupp, I knew Mitsuya was involved in that brawl happening far away, but at least he's landing a couple nice hits on Mocchi.

Okay what the fuck Ran?? Knocking Mitsuya down with a damn cement block. What cheap stunt.

“Sorry about the cheap shot.” OH well at least he's self aware!!!

I've seen how loved the Haitani brothers are so I'm interested to find out why, though I don't think causing harm to Toman is ca contributing factor..

Mhhhmm I know nothing about Shion aside from this little scene that was teased in trailers but he's intense.. and apparently he was the ninth gen leader of Black Dragon. That's terrifying.

I got a feeling the info the twins forced outta those two Tenjiku dudes was just bait, because if Kakucho is there then that's certainly not good.

I mean, it's nice he sent the swarm of Tenjiku guys away, but I doubt Kakucho is gonna struggle fighting a 1v4 either.

“First Division’s Captain means you’re the toughest of all of you, right?” “Uh, actually, that’s not really true. He fights with his kindness, not his fists.” Glad Chifuyu said what everyone was thinking.

Crazy to think all these fights are happening everywhere between Toman and Tenjiku while Manjiro and Inaza are just chilling by the sea..

So.. they didn't already know each other? Odd. Perhaps they don't remember one another?

That punch of Takemichi's really knocked down Kakucho so hard he's having a serious flashback.. or Takemichi is anyways.

Wait a damn minute, they knew each other in second grade?? Hello???

“You were my hero.” Another one huh?

“Beware of a traitor.” Well thanks to the OP I got a hunch on who two might be. Maybe.

#tokyo revengers #episode reaction

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Finished my Series 3 rewatch in time for tonight's ep. Here are my rewarch thoughts that noone asked for.

Series 1 rewatch | Series 2 rewatch

Ted's description of rugby, mighty interesting. Never beating those bi allegations, my friend.

Jan Maas is Certified Statistics Guy (like in La Locker Room Aux Folles)

Oh interesting! Roy's choice of 4-4-2 explained is completely opposite to total football.

I am almost certain you cannot drive your car over that bridge towards the London Stadium, Nate.

I still can't get over Dani's face when he finds out someone writes Paddington's tweets for him.

"Ain't much more scary out there than a creepy clown, right?" Cut to Rupert. 👏

Colin doing down a manhole? Asdfghjkl

We know what Field of Dreams is the UK, man. 🤦🏼‍♀️

Ms Kakes looks like she is dressed as Princess Leia...?? Does this mean she will be part of Rupert's downfall??

OK, but what if the whole thing of Trent writing a book isn't news to Ted and he is just winding Trent up by pretending to think about it. Like they are actually friends now or Trent already texted him about asking Rebecca and this thing is an act.

Can we get an episode of Single Guys Club à la Beard After Hours?

Completely contradicting what I said above, but Ted reading a football book right after he finds out Trent is going to be hanging around... this is the guy who asked him if he could explain the offside rule and asked if he was a fucking joke.

The time on Keeley's phone is 11:09, but they just had wishing time which is 11:11! Continuity!!

Fuck off, Trent Crimm. 😂😂😂

Dani still smiles are Trent when the team are ignoring him. He is a precious pure soul and should be protected at all costs.

People bought Roy white orchids! In Series 2, he questioned how Jamie Carragher knew he like white orchids when he joined Sky Sports. Great little call back.

Again, Keeley's phone says that it's 14:00, but the TV says it's 13:32 straight after. Come on, guys!

Also they say that this game is the start of the season and later Rebecca congratulates Rupert on West Ham winning yesterday.

There's just no way that Roy doesn't know what Hallmark Christmas films are. They're on everywhere here (in July as well as December!) and he's definitely watched at least one with the yoga ladies.

Underrated joke:

Trent's little shake of the head when the rest of the Diamond Dogs agree Julie Andrews is worth fancying... 😂

What's that? Me getting emotional over Trent's reaction to being included and validated by Ted, Beard, and Roy?

The Norm Macdonald name check was a nice nod, but I promise you, the average person in the UK would have no idea who he was.

How did I not notice that when Zava shakes hands with Keeley he kisses his own hand?

What is the choice behind this reaction, Jason??

WILL

Ted popping out from behind Zava is still hilarious.

Gahhhhhh they fucked up the graphics of the table. After the Brentford match it should be played 7 and the points should be 19. (Maybe they have fixed this on Apple since?)

How pissed off is Isaac going to be when he finds out he has already met Colin's bf?

Rebecca's red dress. Oh boy.

Jamie's bit with the make-up artist for the Bantr advert is so cute.

MAY A YOUNG ROBERT RETFORD PORTRAY YOU IN A FILM SOMEDAY.

Oh Nate making a stupid joke that Ted would love and Rupert not getting it (or specifically pretending not to) 😭😭😭

What season is this supposed to be?? The timestamp on the CCTV of Nate said it was 2021 so that would have been the 20/21 season making this the 21/22 season, but Ted's text messages are dated throughout 2022. The latest being to Henry on 28th October 2022.

Beat them. LOL

Nice call back to series 1 of Nate spitting out the martini.

More quotes that make me nervous:

Stop letting the British characters say 'elevator' i beg of you.

I find it so unbearably uncomfortable that boat guy kisses Rebecca's foot. She should have kicked him in the face.

Isaac leopard print socks!

I can't believe they are tumbledrying Rebecca's fancy clothes.

Oh shit. The basketball game Ted remembers watching with his dad was June 1991. That's only 3 months before his dad killed himself. 😩

They were mad for this triangle hallucination business. Honestly.

When Jamie and Roy arrive back at the coach, the subtitles have Jamie saying "You lovely people", but it sounds so much like "you lucky people" and with the voice he does makes me question if it's a nod to a bicycle riding character in Spaced who says the same thing. Phil Dunster posted a video of the "inspiration" behind the bike scenes which was a clip with Simon Pegg who co-wrote the show, so maybe? VERY obscure if it is!

Still angry about Jack defacing the first edition of Sense and Sensibility.

Please learn how to say croissant.

Papa Obisanya looks like he gives such good hugs.

I love how subtly Will sticks his finger up at Jamie.

Another classic Will reaction:

The Good Dads Club:

I fucking love that Colin wore a hi-vis jacket to help clear up Sam's restaurant. Truly committing to the chameleon bit.

I will NEVER be over this:

Thought I would be ok watching this by now, but Billy's face just kills me.

Henry being so excited to see Nate 💔

BEARD AND HENRY 😭😭😭😭

I love Keeley and Rebecca's little head movements when Ted is singing his little heart-bent song. There are so many little moments where characters are in sync with each other's movement this series. Someone should make a gifset.

Ha! I missed this line last time. Drag him, Jade.

Still think Rebecca and Marcus would be cute together.

How can this show end without Sam playing for Nigeria??? IT'S SO FUCKING SAD.

God, Hannah looks so beautiful in blue.

So. Fucking. Fond. Look at his face when Ted is pretending that he didn't realised "The Devil" was Rupert...

Elodie is such a fab little actor. Her face when she works out what the name on Roy's shirt spells is fantastic.

HOW CAN ANYONE CALL SAM UGLY. HE IS SO BEAUTIFUL, PLEASE.

Sam Richardson is so great. I wish I didn't have to hate Akufo so much.

Another episode, another great reaction shot from everyone with MVP Will.

The bit before little Rebecca appears...was anyone else worried that he catching her breath was gonna be some cliché feeling faint because she was pregnant? Still a bit concerned tbh.

asdfghjkl Akufo is wearing a purple suit. Like Willy Wonka!

Oof. The Nathan stuff isn't any easier for me the second time round.

Concerned.

And these have been my thoughts.

#ted lasso reawatch #ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #i think it is very obvious who my faves are from this #disproportionate amount of Will reactions #oh well.

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Eddie Munson - Guitar Hero

Set in December 1985 but assume Series 4 upside down events happened sometime earlier in 1985 it was all resolved and everyone survived. Or don’t think about it too hard and just read it ;-)

Description

Eddie’s girlfriend catches him working retail in the run up to Christmas

Warnings

Mentions of injuries from the upside down but very mild

Word Count : 1944

“Eddie?”

No sooner than his name passed her lips, he was gone, for a moment Charlie thought she’d imagined him but then she spotted his unruly mop ducking behind the counter on the other side of the store, he should be on the track team with the speed he managed to vanish before her eyes.

Sauntering over to the counter Charlie smiled at the cashier, a heavyset blonde in her 20’s who was alternating looks at Eddie hiding like a frightened rabbit at her feet to the girl in front of her. Charlie offered her a wry smile and shrug, the blonde sighed and ultimately decided this was all too much drama for her “Eddie I’m going on break, can you serve this customer please?”

Walking off without waiting for an answer she tipped Charlie a small wink as Eddie cursed quietly under his breath.

“Eddie, I know you’re down there I saw you hide” Charlie sighed.

There was a momentary pause and then he popped up in front of her like nothing had happened “Oh Hey Charlie, I didn’t see you come in”

Folding her arms over her chest Charlie cocked an eyebrow “Really so that wasn’t you I saw dash across the store when I called your name?”

Leaning forward on his elbow atop the counter Eddie shook his head, untidy curls bouncing with the movement “No idea what you’re talking about” he lied smoothly, a winning smile gracing his face.

“Uh huh” Charlie grunted unconvinced.

Moving on as if she hadn’t spoken Eddie stepped out from behind the counter in full on customer service mode “So what can I do for you today?”

“You can be less creepy for a start” Charlie shuddered

Eddie’s smile dipped briefly “What do you mean, I’m just being helpful as per company requirements”

“Yes, I know and it’s creepy, stop it at once” Charlie stated, taking a step back from him gingerly as if he were a firework about to go off.

Eddie chuckled relaxing into a genuine smile instead of customer service creepy “Ok fine but seriously what did you come in for today?”

“My little brother wants a guitar for Christmas, Mom sent me down here to get it” Charlie explained motioning to the rack of guitars behind her with her thumb over her shoulder.

Eddie’s face lit up “Really? Tommy wants to learn guitar?”

Charlie chuckled at the goofy smile on her boyfriend’s face “Is it any wonder, after all the Metallica and Iron Maiden you’ve had him listening to?”

“Boys gotta learn” Eddie nodded matter of factly ushering her over to the wall of guitars

“By the way, when did you start working here and why didn’t I know about it?” Charlie enquired amused by the way Eddie flinched slightly in response.

“Oh, I um… didn’t mention it?” He muttered airily, the nervous hand on the back of his neck giving away the lie.

“Nope” Charlie shook her head eyeballing him until he started to fidget.

“So, what do you think he’d like” he deflected another goofy grin on his face as he indicated the wall.

Charlie pursed her lips but let it go “Well what would you like? He’d trust your opinion over everyone else’s”

“Smart boy” Eddie chuckled, motioning to the nearest guitar “This is a good beginner’s guitar, solid for learning on I had one myself back in the day”

“Hmmm” Charlie surveyed the bland and frankly rather pedestrian looking guitar “I mean it’s not exactly sexy is it”

“No” Eddie conceded with a chuckle “If you’re looking for sexy, I’m right here” He winked, smiling widely when he got a laugh out of you “But in terms of guitars you can’t get sexier than this piece of gorgeousness”

Leading her to the end of the wall, he gazed adoringly at the jet black, leopard printed strapped rock guitar with lust in his eyes “Did you two want a moment alone?” Charlie muttered, eyebrow raised a small smirk playing around her lips.

“I could be tempted” Eddie admitted without shame.

“Looks a lot like your old one” Charlie admitted, eyes flickering between Eddie and the guitar he was practically drooling over.

“Yes, my lost love, abandoned in hell” Eddie bemoaned a longing hand caressing the guitar not even sparing a glance for his girlfriend.

“Shouldn’t have dropped her then” Charlie muttered, reaching past Eddie, lifting the guitar down from the wall his eyes tracking every movement.

Eddie scowled at her words and lowered his voice “I was being chased by the minions of Satan at the time”

Charlie scoffed at hi exaggerated description “The minions of Satan? You mean the bats?”

“Hey one of them took a decent chunk out of me remember?” he stated, pointing at his side.

“Remember?” Charlie snorted “Who was the one waiting on you hand and foot for a month because someone couldn’t possibly overexert himself”

Eddie paused thinking before nodding and leaning forward to deposit a swift kiss on her lips “You did make the most awesome nursemaid”

“Hmmm” was her only response her lips pursed but the humour alight in her eyes.

“So that the one then?” Eddie motioned to the guitar in her hands, the look of longing returning to his face

Charlie smirked but he didn’t see it, eyes only for the instrument in her hands “Yeah I have a feeling he’s gonna love it”

***

“Merry Christmas Sweetheart” Eddie shouted the second she opened the door, brandishing a handful of mistletoe like it was a weapon.

Giggling she leapt in his arm kissing him long and hard until they were both breathless “Merry Christmas Eds” She whispered against his lips when they finally broke apart.

“Ewwww do you have to?” Came the groan behind her, her younger brother Tommy watching them in disgust.

Chuckling they broke apart Eddie following her into the house, ruffling the boy’s hair as they passed.

“Dinner will be ready in hour, mind you’re back down by then” Charlie’s mother called from the kitchen.

“Will do Charlie” hollered back, grabbing Eddie by the hand, pulling him upstairs behind her.

“Door open!” her father bellowed from the sitting room without looking up from his newspaper.

Tommy pulling a face at her as they disappeared into her room at the top of the stairs.

Once inside Eddie wrapped his arms around her at once, pulling her back into his chest and kissing her breathless “He’s always spoiling our fun” he muttered against her lips “He knows you’re 18 now right?”

“Yes Eddie, I think my father has a pretty clear idea how old I am” Charlie shook her head at him pulling him down onto the bed next to her.

“I’ve decided ‘86 is gonna be my year, I’m gonna graduate and then you and me can get a place together somewhere that’s not Hawkins, then no one can spoil out fun again” Eddie grinned at her.

“You’ve forgotten I’ve got another year after this have you?” Charlie reminded him “But otherwise yes to everything you just said”

Eddie sighed flopping back onto the bed dramatically “Ok fine I supposed I can handle this town for another year… for you but you’ll owe me”

Charlie giggled snuggling into his chest, his arms automatically wrapping around her “I’m sure I can think of something” as she trailed her hand down his chest over his t-shirt and under, toying with the sensitive skin she found there.

“Minx” He growled “Here have this, it’ll keep you occupied so I don’t have to go downstairs to have dinner with your folks with a raging boner”

Charlie glanced up to see he had produced a slightly crumpled envelope from his jacket pocket, waving it in front of her nose.

“What’s this Eds? you already gave me a Christmas present” She pointed at the Metallica poster hanging in pride of place over her bed.

“You honestly thought that was all I was getting you for Christmas?” Eddie demanded, sitting upright, staring aghast down at you.

Charlie sat up slowly blinking “Well yeah, but I don’t care about how much you spend you know that it’s the thought that counts and I love it”

Eddie searched her face relaxing when he found not hint of a lie in her expression “I know and that’s one of the many things I love about you” He relented grabbing her chin and kissing her lips firmly.

“Now go one open it”

Curiosity flaring Charlie grabbed the envelope from him ripping it open to find 2 pieces of cardboard inside “OM MY GOD!” She shrieked full force scrambling to her feet atop her bed and starting to bounce in excitement.

“You like it then?” Eddie grinned at her outburst, shifting to snatch his hand from under her bouncing feet to prevent her from crushing him.

“Like it!” Charlie shrieked once more plopping down onto her knees next to him breathlessly “How on earth did you manage to score Metallica tickets?”

Eddie shrugged still grinning at the pure joy on her face “I have my ways”

Slowly Charlie’s smile started to fade “But Eds, these must have cost a fortune, it’s too much”

“Why do you think I’ve been working at the music store the last 3 months” Eddie explained with a smug self-satisfied smirk at her small o of understanding.

“Ahhh I’m so excited, why is it not June already!” She squealed starting to bounce on her knees in excitement again.

“Eddie done good then?” He asked already in no doubt but wanting to hear her say the words.

“Oh baby, you are so getting laid tonight!” Charlie cheered, lowering her voice rapidly as Eddie shushed hurriedly, both freezing in case anyone had heard.

When Charlie’s father didn’t immediately race up the stairs and eject him from the house, they figured it was safe, but just as Eddie reached for her to bring her into his arms, she hopped off the bed “hey” he muttered only slightly irritably.

“Don’t you want your present?” Charlie responded stopping in front of her closest with her hands on her hips.

Eddie grinned at her cheekily “I thought you were my present baby, now come back here so I can unwrap you”

Charlie rolled her eyes ignoring him and reaching into her closet, producing the guitar Eddie had been drooling over in the store.

Her smile only widening as Eddie frowned “Why do you have your brother’s guitar hidden in your closet?”

Charlie trotted back to the bed holding out the guitar to him with barely contained glee “You mean your guitar?”

“My...” he repeated eyes widening as he sat up “For me?” he breathed, reaching longingly for the guitar.

“For you” Charlie nodded handing it off to him.

Taking it in his hands he stroked it so carefully you’d have thought it was made of glass.

Looking back up at her with his mouth hanging open Eddie stood suddenly walking over to prop the guitar up against her vanity unit by the door.

Turning back to look at her he wordlessly pushed the door shut with a quiet click, the sound of the lock clicking into place as he leant back against it.

Charlie raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend her mouth feeling strangely dry at the sight of Eddie leaning seductively against her bedroom door pure lust in his eyes “Eddie…” she started a warning in her voice “My father will kill you and then me”

“So, you best be very quiet sweetheart so we don’t get caught” he growled stalking towards her removing his jacket and allowing it to fall to the floor with a soft thump.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things fandom #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine

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that poc ask reminded me, i was doing research on all of the characters backgrounds and was so shocked at how the writers were able to make characters who were chinese, creole, cafre/moroccan, arab/north african, malian, vietnamese, japanese, jewish, native american, black, and so many more im probably missing so BORING. im black, and dont get me wrong i hate in your face representation, but you can tell thomas just throws all these nationalities and ethnicities in as if theyre extra points he can earn. you cant know that any of the characters are so diverse unless you go onto the wiki or you rummage through his tweets. i take great pride in my culture so its just annoying he takes pride in having such a diverse cast but that means nothing if you dont do anything with it.

I don’t want to act like I’m the authority on this, but my personal theory is that Astruc wants the show to be easily digestible for viewers despite also claiming his cast is so diverse to gain attention. Remember when he actually said something along the lines of “I’m not racist, some of my main characters are people of color!” when someone (albeit very rudely) accused him of being racist?

This theory of mine is kind of backed up with the idea that despite basing some of the heroes and Akumas on folklore, Astruc’s team really seem doesn’t do a lot of research on culture from other countries.

Oni-Chan is a good example. Aside from an admittedly decent character design, her powers don’t really match up with the Oni seen in Japanese mythology other than Oni-Gokko (tag, only the person who is “it” is called an Oni), but that’s really stretching it. She doesn’t use a club for a weapon, she doesn’t use any sorcery or elemental powers. She basically has the same powers as Lady Wifi. Thematically, Oni-Chan is closer to the Namahage, people who dress up in Oni costumes and threaten to kidnap children if they don't behave, similarly to what she was doing by hunting down Lila.

You really could have done a lot more with this concept, like if the Lucky Charm of the episode was something related to beans (a common practice in Japan during the Setsubun festival to bring in good fortune at the start of Spring), or peaches (a reference to the Momotaro fairy tale, where the titular Oni-fighting hero was born from a giant peach).

There’s also Weredad, an Akuma who just has a fairy tale motif despite it not really lining up with Tom’s character. I get that they were already going to have a baker-themed Akuma later on (even though that Akuma is also a waste of potential with his powers), but I just don’t get why they throw in so many fairy tale cliches in with this Akuma like the single rose or the damsel in distress role Marinette plays. What if instead, he was based off the giant from Jack and the Beanstalk? It’s just a mess of an Akuma concept

If you want to see an example of a show having fun with the concept of fairy tales, I’d check out Episodes 34 and 35 of Kamen Rider Ghost. You’ll get a little lost as it’s right as the series’ final arc is starting (and that’s not getting into a really creepy scene in Episode 34), but once you get to Episode 35, it becomes an absolute blast.

And then there’s Anansi, one of the worst Akumas of the series from a conceptual standpoint. Anansi in African folklore is a trickster by definition. The reason we have stories today according to African folklore is because Anansi managed to capture four extremely dangerous creatures for the Sky God Nyame (he tied Onini the Python to a palm tree branch, trapped the Mmoboro Hornets in a gourd, lured Osebo the Leopard into a pit, and got Mmoatia the Fairy stuck to a doll covered in gum tree sap), who traded his stories to Anansi in response. Even then, his wife Aso gave him a lot of advice on how to trap these creatures, and is sadly forgotten in modern interpretations of Anansi. As a result, since Nyame gave all of his stories to Anansi, every story told today is by definition, a “Spider Story”.

Anansi in the show... is the complete opposite. She’s a dumb brute who has to be told where the Miraculous are, and the closest thing she does to any trickery is trapping Alya and Cat Noir in one of her webs. It makes you wonder why Nora even adopted the title of Anansi in her boxing career in the first place.

Why base an Akuma off someone known for deception and trickery and make them a complete idiot? For the love of God, you had a template to base this Akuma on because Static Shock had an episode all about a superhero themed after Anansi! Sure, a later episode with the character took a few liberties when discussing the folktale, but it’s still more accurate than what Miraculous Ladybug did.

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To me, it just reinforces my belief that the only reason Astruc has characters of several ethnicities in his show is for social brownie points. If he actually cared about diversity or introducing folklore to children, he and his team would actually do their research on properly representing various cultures.

I’m just saying, when a PBS Kids cartoon with a talking moon as the main character does a better job at teaching children about various cultures in every episode than your show that only talks about other cultures in a handful of episodes, your writers might need to rethink the way they do their research.

#immaturity of thomas astruc #iota #thomas astruc #thomas astruc salt #kagami tsurugi #oni chan #oni-chan #lila rossi #volpina #tom dupain #weredad #nora cesaire #anansi #static shock

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