#( and be this larger than life no one fucks with him he's loved he's respected he's beautiful and free )

[weirdwonderfulworld]

and on steven............. i can't even express how gross it felt to see the ways people reached to ruin his name and abuse him online. demonic behavior.

i didn't start watching watcher bc of steven, i'm gonna be honest. but his content, character, and yes, his mere influence on the company is one of the biggest reasons watcher came to be one of my favorite youtube channels.

i fell in love with steven and his content through dish granted, the way he poured in all his creative effort and know-how so that he could give his friends and loved ones a special, personalized, larger-than-life meal. i thought it was so sweet, and that show is actually one my favorites on the channel.

i still remember how impressed i was to hear steven had proposed to his now-wife with a lab-grown diamond ring, bc he intentionally wanted something more sustainable.

i remember steven's speech for his unforgettable gala award, the way he listed out the asian content creators who came before him, who shaped the space and influenced him. he carried himself with humility, respect, and reverence for the past, and i thought it was extremely admirable.

i remember the "making watcher" episode where shane and ryan outright said that steven was the reason for watcher's survival. how steven stepped up to handle the business side of things when nobody else could. of course the guy isn't a businessman. he's a creative. but he stepped away from his own passions to make sure their company could stay afloat.

and did you notice how many employees at watcher are asian? these folks are damn talented, damn good at their jobs. i don't have direct proof of this, but i just know that steven had a hand in making watcher an incredibly safe and inclusive place to work for asian folks and other minorities. and as an asian viewer, i could feel that influence in the videos. i can feel the care watcher takes to make inclusive content, to make content that feels like the people behind it care. for watcher, "asian" isn't a buzzword someone slaps onto a video to make it sound interesting. it's cultural, it's natural, it's loving. i can't explain it but i feel that distinction and it carries the same exact energy steven does in his videos.

so it was incredibly wild and surreal to have fans try their best to tear all of that down, because he misspoke in the announcement video and... he drives a tesla? i don't even have to touch on that because people know how inconsequential that is to the matter at hand. i don't know how else to make you believe that steven driving a tesla is not an indication of him being evil or an immoral level of wealthy. like be for fucking real, please.

i have never felt so disconnected with this community than i did watching people attack steven for business decisions made by multiple grown-ass people. i will never look at this community the same way i did before. i know all this time, people were jumping for a reason to villainize steven. and nobody can convince me i don't know why.

#watcher #discourse #thoughts #steven

[writingouthere]

friendswithbenefits!Sukuna x reader. Your friend Yuuji sets you up on a date with his co-worker to help you get over your recent slump, not knowing that his dear older brother had ended it months ago.

cw: none really, some possessive behavior

"He's really great though, I swear!"

"What does 'really great' entail, exactly?"

"Well he's nice! Like, super nice."

You waited to see if there was any more information and when there didn't appear to be any forthcoming, pushed your friend. "Yuuji, I'm going to need a little bit more than that."

Yuuji seemed to think about this for a second and as he did you snuck some dumplings off his plate. He'd taken more than his fair share of the take out anyway.

You loved Yuuji, he was one of the most genuinely kind people you'd ever met. He just happened to have terrible taste in men, aside from his own boyfriend.

"Well, when I got lost the other day, he gave me directions and they were super helpful!"

"Wait, did you find this guy on the street? Are you setting me up with a stranger?" It wouldn't surprise you, Yuuji tended to adopt human beings the way a normal person might adopt stray cats. You couldn't complain too much since it's how the two of you had ended up being friends, but it didn't necessarily mean that whoever he'd picked up off the side of the road this time was your one true love.

"No, no, he works in the school too. He teaches like history or something. He just teaches in the upperclassmen building, so I don't see him that much."

"So he gave you directions after you got lost in your own place of work?"

Yuuji either doesn't hear your tone or he chooses to ignore it. "Yeah, really nice dude. He's also good friends with Maki, so you know he must respect women."

That was actually pretty persuasive. Maki would never put up with any man who was a piece of shit, maybe there was something here.

"Is he cute?"

Yuuji scratched his head and tried to take some dumplings off your plate while you blocked him with your chopsticks.

"I mean I guess, he always looks kind of sad but you're into that right?" You blocked his attempts at stealing your dumplings with a little more aggression than necessary at that.

"I am not!"

Yuuji hummed unimpressed, chewing on the dumpling he'd managed to snatch away while you argued. Thief.

"He's like a little taller than me, pretty eyes and he's stronger than he looks. He actually beat me in some sparring matches last year when the teachers competed." You listened even as you scowled at the way Yuuji said all this with his mouth still full of stolen food. He swallowed and gave you a mischievous smirk. "He has really nice hands too."

"Yuuji!"

"They're big and his fingers are long but not too skinny, they kind of remind me of Megumi's-"

"Who the fuck are you talking about?"

You stiffened as Yuuji's older brother walked in, scratching his bare midriff since he seemed to have once again forgot that wearing shirts was an expected human behavior. Even though he was only a few years older than you and Yuuji, he always seemed larger than life. Maybe because you had known him for so long.

"Yuuta, this guy I work with," Yuuji said, pouting when his brother stole some of the food off his plate. Served him right. "Hey! I asked you if you wanted anything before I ordered it."

"And I told you, I don't want any of this garbage. I'm just sampling," Sukuna said as he popped another piece of chicken in his mouth.

"Go eat your stupid healthy food then and leave our garbage alone," Yuuji protested pushing the plate out of Sukuna's reach. Naturally, this led to Sukuna shoving Yuuji's head into the table as he reached over and stole more food off the tray in the middle.

"So why are you talking about Yuuta's hands anyway. You and Fushiguro finally call it quits?" Sukuna's tone was casual but you had once seen him knock out a guy for groping Megumi in a club. If the day came where Yuuji and Megumi actually broke up, you think he might take turns knocking sense into both of them.

"Mnat mor me."

"Huh," Sukuna said even as he kept Yuuji's face pressed to the table. You rolled your eyes.

"He's saying that he's not the one interested, he's trying to set me up with him." You tried to push down the guilt you felt as you spoke after all you had nothing to be guilty about.

There was a flash of something in Sukuna's eyes but it was gone before you could identify it and with one last shove that had Yuuji groaning, he let him up.

"That hurt, you bastard!"

"Not an insult, I'm literally a bastard," Sukuna said and Yuuji rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, anyway, back to helping you get laid-"

"Hey!"

"-I'll let Yuuta know you'll meet him at six?"

"Can you make it eight, only old people eat at six." Yuuji nods and goes to type something in his phone. There's an awkward silence that he doesn't seem to notice and you can't help but look at Sukuna who hasn't taken his eyes off you.

"Didn't realize you were so desperate," Sukuna says and Yuuji doesn't look up from his phone before throwing a punch at him. Sukuna dodges, his eyes still on you.

"There's nothing wrong with going on a date," you say and you wonder who you're convincing. "It has been a while since a nice guy took me out."

"Ah right, I forgot you liked nice guys." His tone is too knowing and you feel yourself flush.

"Stop picking on her, Sukuna. Don't you need to be going to the gym, anyway?" Yuuji asks, finally putting down his phone. He seems to attribute the current tension for you and Sukuna's usual animosity. You wonder if that's all there is to it. Sukuna scoffs and walks back to his room. You still weren't sure why he'd even come out in the first place.

"Whatever, you two have fun planning the wedding," he says, his tone making your hackles rise.

"Say hi to Uraume for me," Yuuji calls back, oblivious. "Tell them I still want a rematch after last week."

Sukuna waves a hand before shutting the door to his room. Yuuji turns back to you and the two of you talk about other topics while your mind wanders.

You weren't doing anything wrong. Were you?

You and Yuuji decide to meet up with Megumi and Nobara for a movie before you need to get ready for your date. While Yuuji goes to his room to change, you head to the kitchen to clean up the remains of lunch.

You're putting some glasses in the sink when you feel a warm presence at your back. You can't hold back your sigh as a familiar pair of thick arms comes to wrap around your waist and a pair of lips presses gently against your neck.

"I haven't seen you in forever," Sukuna murmurs, the movement of his lips against your neck sending a familiar pulse of want to your core. You tell yourself not to let the soft gesture get to you. He never did shit like this without a purpose and his usual purpose isn't going to be fulfilled with Yuuji in the next room.

"You saw me last week, Sukuna," you remind him before leaning away from him to close the dishwasher. His hands slip down to your hips and you just know he's staring at your ass. You roll your eyes even as he pulls you back to him once you're standing. His hands pressing into the curve of your hips, putting pressure on them in that way that makes you melt.

"That's too long, princess. I was getting lonely," he teases and you feel him smirk against your cheek. "You must be lonely too."

"Actually I'm just fine," you tell him but you tilt your head so he can kiss the skin of your face, your neck, the parts of your shoulders revealed by the stretched collar of your old t-shirt. You let him lull you into a false sense of security before he reminds you why that's a bad idea.

"Really? I just assumed you felt lonely and that's why you were agreeing to go on dates with losers you've never even met."

There it was. This was why you couldn't let Sukuna get soft with you. He never did it without returning your vulnerability with malice.

"Sukuna," you say and you go to pull his arms off you but he pushes you into the counter, you wince as the cold stone presses against your body. "Let go of me." Your tone is calm even as emotions band their way across your throat.

"I would, but you seem to get lost when I let you out of my sights. I mean you're going to go on a date with some high school teacher?"

"Your brother literally has the same job?"

"Well, are you going to fuck my brother too?"

"For fuck's sake, Sukuna, get off me!"

Sukuna does let you go but only so he can turn you to face him.

Sukuna doesn't get mad the way normal people do. Usually he's just amused, maybe even mildly annoyed, but blatant rage isn't his thing. After your years of-acquaintanceship? light antagonism?-friendship, you recognized this as the stage where he was about to make his insults increasingly personal until you needed to go cry in the bathroom later.

"We are not dating," you tell him and he rolls his eyes.

"Obviously."

"Therefore, I can go on dates with other people."

"I don't give a fuck if you go on dates with other people."

"Great, because I'm going to go on this date tonight."

"Good for you."

"Yes, yes it is good for me!"

"You seem really happy with your choices," Sukuna goads in that tone of his. You hate that tone.

"I am. I don't plan on just accepting whatever scraps some loser will throw me when there are actually decent guys who want a real relationship."

Sukuna narrows his eyes at you. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I wasn't being subtle," you tell him before leaning back against the counter. Going for casual, knowing you're not quite hitting it. "Don't worry, I don't hold it against you. You can't give what you don't have, you know?"

"No, I don't know," Sukuna bites out and if he was anyone else, you would think you'd hurt his feelings but this wasn't anyone else and there was no way something you said bother him.

"You're just not a relationship person and that's-that's fine, I knew that before we started this thing. It's just, sometimes I want more." You soften your tone from earlier but it doesn't do anything to relieve the tension between the two of you.

"And this, Yuka is going to give you that?" He sounds bitter and he's not touching you. You'd been the one to tell him to back off but you couldn't remember the last time he hadn't had his hands on you in some way when it was just the two of you.

"I think his name was Yuuta," you correct before his expression tells you this is the wrong step.

"Right, okay. You know what, you go on your date and have the best time with Yuuta. I got places to be."

He brushes past you and goes back to his room just as Yuuji opens the door to his.

"Geez, what's his problem?" He asks as he makes his way over to you. You shrug your shoulders and he takes your lack of response as just your normal discontent with his brother and wraps his arm around your shoulder. "Don't let him get to you, he's just a dick."

"I know," you tell him and you do. You know Sukuna's true nature better than most.

You two make your way out of the apartment so you can make your movie and you try to ignore the guilt you feel as Yuuji talks to you.

"You know, he's actually been in a better mood the past few months. I think he might actually be seeing someone. Can you imagine who would be crazy enough to actually date that asshole?"

new series? wrote this to get the rust off so we'll see.

#jjk sukuna #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen

[space-invading-pigeon]

Eddie is the cryptid of their apartment building. He's a night owl and an insomniac, so he's up at all hours with no regard for the other tenants. He's respectful, courteous, and genuinely kind to anyone he comes across, but at least three of their neighbors are convinced he's a vampire and/or Steve is being held against his will.

Steve is well-liked by their neighbors because he babysits, for free, and shows so much love for the kids around him that the whole building is ready to kill for him within a year of Steve moving in. Trustworthy, medically trained, friendly, loving? The only downside is that the building is in a shittier neighborhood in the city, so the walls are thin, and Steve wakes up his floor-mates with his night terrors for months until they learn to tune out his screams.

Eddie is an unknown, though; most of the tenants only see him at an ungodly hour of the night, frizzy curls either forced into a messy bun (which looks more like a ponytail he forgot to finish tying) or down in a terrifying(ly glorious) mane that makes him look larger than his thin frame would permit. He has shadows under his dark eyes, translucent skin, and he's always wearing ratty pajama bottoms and homemade crop tops. The neighbors who HAVE spoken to him give wildly conflicting accounts.

Leonard from the first floor says that the Munson guy stabbed someone just outside his patio and screamed "are you fucking sorry" at the collapsed victim. (Eddie actually punched Jonathan Byers, Steve's friend visiting from California for some kind of conference that his partner was attending. In his defense, be thought he was being mugged and panicked while trying to apologize)

Derek on the fifth floor says he saw Eddie threatening a bird with a knife at four a.m. (Eddie has no excuse; he was tired and he's never trusted birds)

Bruce on the fourth floor (Steddie's nextdoor neighbor) will tell anyone who will listen that Eddie spent three hours teaching his spouse how to make different kinds of tea, because Donnar wanted to help Bruce relax in the evenings.

Mason on the first floor insists that Eddie is a vampire, because he's only ever spotted at night. (Eddie likes night. It doesn't help that his favorite water bottle is blood red and has "Donations: O-" on it)

No one can get a read on Eddie, and Steve finds it hilarious that Eddie has such varied accounts; he can't see Eddie as anything but the angel sent to make up for the rest of Steve's shitty life.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things headcanons #eddie and steve #roommates au

[sepublic]

            I’ve already brought up how the loss of glyphs is deeply tragic for Luz on an interpersonal level, given her relationship with the Titan as being kinda found family in a spiritual successor to Manny sorta way…

            But on a larger, cultural level? It’s straight-up genocide. Because glyphs were an ancient practice; They were a tradition at one point, as Eda explains. The earliest witches used to learn glyphs from the Titan on her knee, and eventually stopped when that became redundant with the more convenient source of their bile sacs.

            But it was still an important part of their history; It was how witches and demons first communicated and interacted with the land and nature, and their ‘god’ in a mutualistic way. It was how they respected their world.

            So even if glyphs were evidently forgotten by the Deadwardian Era, they were still available for those who needed them… And in comes fucking Philip, the racist colonizer, and because of his possession of the Titan’s heart, she finally dies and glyphs can no longer work. They’re obsolete now.

            They still happened, but now that part of magic, of history and this world, is gone forever. It’s cultural erasure, it’s what Luz alludes to when she mentions how scars from Belos’ reign still remain, like the left arm being permanently shifted upwards; Who knows how many were displaced, how much the local flora and fauna and ecosystems were devastated, with the desert of Palm Stings now colder than even the knee itself?!?

            It’s just so deeply painful because Luz really helped to bring back an ancient, lost tradition and unlike Philip, breathed new life into it; Glyphs could be used to help people without bile sacs, who didn’t utilize spell circles as well. We actually saw Luz experiment with using individual glyphs, and figure out the combos; Things she did on her own. She shared knowledge of glyphs with her loved ones, like Eda, King, Lilith, Gus, Amity, etc.

            There really was going to be a return of something lost, but now it’s gone forever because of a bigoted old white man who was too bitter about things that are different and needed to feel big and important by standing on the shoulders of others. It’s cultural genocide. That memory where Belos' destructive lies about wild magic drive witches away from the knee that they still had the potential to learn from, leaving behind only ruins in the present-day? With some murdered via the coven sigils that cut them even further off from their own magic they forgot glyphs for? It's truly symbolic of the final nails in the coffin.

            And it’s also desecration of the dead, too; Caleb is not the only one to have had his corpse bastardized by Belos, misused against everything he stood for. Belos also misused that corpse, first by stealing the Titan’s name, then misusing her magic, her resources such as Palistrom wood… And finally possessing that body literally, which is what murders the Titan. It’s like colonizers bastardizing and salting the land that locals carefully maintained a proper relationship with, and keep in mind this fucker is a literal Puritan colonist. There’s no respect, not for the dead and/or past. Compare that to Luz, who lives on in Manny’s memory and makes him proud.

            I’m just imagining Caleb and the Titan watching, in agony, as their bodies are used to create a vicious mockery towards their actual kin, who remain totally unaware, and in the case of the Grimwalkers, it’s another lineage that is also abused. Meanwhile the Clawthornes remain unknowing of their past because colonialism erases history, hence Belos hiring Flora, and hell even getting Lilith to participate in her own historical erasure, as both Clawthorne and witch!

            Meanwhile, King remains oblivious and unconnected to his own heritage. And most of that can also be attributed to the Titan Trappers and Archivists, themselves perpretrators of genocide. So King and Eda go without knowing their heritage for so long, in Eda’s case she may never find out entirely, because it’s part of the many voices who are lost and silenced due to genocide, buried in the past to be forgotten.

            And you know one thing more that fucks me up? It’s that I genuinely suspect that Philip initially had it easier with glyphs than Luz, and that he made them more difficult for her. Because based on his dialogue by finding the Ice glyph in a snowflake, and his diary and memory portraits showing him arriving in the isles via Eclipse Lake, at the Knee…

            Philip was probably shown his first spell on his first day in the Demon Realm. And it makes sense; The first human, the precedent that the Titan would’ve known by this point, was Caleb; Himself Philip’s brother, who was also raised to be a witch hunter, yet learned better. We know people can view both worlds from that in-between realm, but the Titan still isn’t omnipotent and can only watch through a limited number of cubes at a time, while having to know what and who to look for.

            But even so; With Caleb’s precedent, there could’ve been hope that Philip would follow in his footsteps, that he would learn and be more, and actually choose to be better instead of defaulting to Puritan predestination and the like as an excuse to stay the same and absolve him of responsiability. But we know what happened; Philip started off easy, but then made things difficult by rejecting the Titan’s compassion, by misusing her magic for evil and murder and genocide. The Titan showed Philip compassion first and this was how he responded.

            I really feel as if there’s an implicit reluctance with how Luz is taught glyphs, one at a time, in separate scenarios, usually as a result of character development and/or engaging with the world around her, which are things the Titan would really need to see to start trusting another human again (and if he knew Luz gave Philip the last glyph, that would also add to the wariness that Belos caused by manipulating her). Luz didn’t learn her first spell until a few days into her journey, and Luz had already had a few perilous encounters by that point! But she continued to brave her way through everything, continued to accept the isles and its messier side.

            And so the Titan showed Luz her first spell, and only that, in response to Luz needing it, wanting to learn magic, and most of all humbling herself to be kind to the Titan’s own son, and listen to him; Because neglecting King was what low-key led to Eda’s transformation placing everyone in danger, since he only told Luz about the elixir and agreed to steal it for the sake of getting her attention.

            So that makes Luz listening to the Titan for the first time, intentionally, with her second spell –Ice, Philip’s first- so much more hard-hitting. The way she wanted to live out her dream so she went for the wand behind people’s backs, but then recognized and owned up to her mistakes. And she really was just a lonely kid in need of guidance, and not a stubborn adult committed to his cruelty; Luz always had an open mind! She always wanted to learn!

            And she got to! She learned each glyph at a time… And that’s all the Titan could do for her, something the Titan had already done for so many others, long ago, before they realized they had bile sacs and didn’t need to rely on the land around them as much. Luz still experimented even when she just had one glyph; She understood how intent mattered. She and Lilith built off of each other’s knowledge to collaborate and create combos. Meanwhile Belos, he agonized because he made things pointlessly difficult by refusing to adapt to the ways of another land, and only got his first and last glyphs by taking the compassion of someone who knew them and betraying it.

            Plus there’s what I said about Lilith, her whole thing as Caleb’s descendant, directly abused by Belos and belittled by him, made to participate in her own erasure loss of past, separated from that… Really, one could argue the Clawthornes are like the Boiling Isles equivalent to the Irish; Yeah they're white but that doesn't mean they aren't victims of British colonialism that sought to 'conquer the land' and all that.

The Clawthornes are generally known for big orange hair, with Lilith's curly hair being straightened and dyed dark-blue in an attempt to assimilate within the Emperor's Coven's (AKA Philip's) standards of conformity. They worked with the land via the Palistrom carving and began to lose that because of the trees being endangered by Belos' gluttony, as well as the curse disabling Dell; The very curse created by the Archivists, who also invaded this world, the very curse cast by Lilith because the coven system influenced her to feel shame over wild magic and embrace hierarchy instead.

The curse leads to Eda's loss of bile magic, something very important to her and witches in general, and Lilith loses her own trying to mitigate her own mistakes. So not just glyphs are taken from witches, but even their own bile magic they initially replaced them with, and the other resources of the land. And Lilith is cut off from her family, her real family, as she's taken in by an ancestor who has deliberately distanced himself and loathes her on multiple levels as something to be 'fixed'.

But Lilith gets her hair back and re-embraces it, she gets her family back. She still manages to somewhat retain her past; After all, Lilith gets to go to the Deadwardian Era herself! And she meets, as much as it loathes anyone to acknowledge it, an ancestor, and influences history in a subtle yet personally meaningful way. And Lilith helps re-establish contact with the lost practice of glyphs by figuring out how to combine them, which goes hand in hand with her passion of being a historian, and her additional function as both parallel and especially foil to Philip.

             Just… Luz and the Titan. And Caleb. And Lilith. There’s dead people and there’s history and there’s land, there’s bodies and respect. There’s compassion and actually working with people and finding no shame in that, instead of stealing and taking credit. And in the end, even though they manage to regain some things, a lot was still inevitably lost to genocide, and possibly gone forever.

            But the effects and legacy still linger, Luz still remembers and holds dear what the glyphs did; And she honors not just Manny’s legacy, but Caleb’s, by bridging the gap between humanity and witches, and showing both can co-exist in harmony. She helped his descendants, and even the last Grimwalker, find happiness and reconnect with their heritage, even if they don’t know just how close it is to them in particular. Luz honored the Titan by clearing his name, finding his son, and ensuring the last of the Titans is no longer alone and in understanding of his heritage. Luz even made amends with the Titan’s other greatest regret, harming the Collector, by making peace; And she proved glyphs were still useful, they were still kind, and that compassion wasn’t wasted.

            So even if the Titan’s glyphs are gone now, Luz still honored their memory by sharing them freely and helping, teaching, cultivating. The Clawthornes are rebuilding the Palistrom forests, among them is Hunter who as a Grimwalker was one of the purposes for which Belos devastated those natural resources for. And King… King is beginning to develop his own glyphs! And Luz is learning her first one, Light, from a Titan all over again, because she showed King kindness.

            That honors the Titan’s memory by keeping it alive through her son; Who keeps the memory of glyphs alive through the ones he’ll sustain and share with everyone else, and those glyphs will spread to those without and even with bile sacs. And a lost art is brought back, irreversibly different but still intact in the important ways. People are relearning old practices to apply to a new world, because the past is gone but it still lingers and is simply… reborn. Despite the scars and changes it survives and is still itself.

            And with how all of this loops back to Luz’s relationship with her father Manny, who passed away, and how all that was based on Dana’s own relationship with her deceased father, who left her a final gift in Pokemon Red that she chose to cherish to this day, and embrace her own creativity and keep it alive. It’s a story about things dying but still managing to live anyway.

#the owl house #meta #luz noceda #boiling isles titan #lilith clawthorne #caleb wittebane #glyphs

[lxdymoon0357]

Can I request for a general dating headcannons with Father, I Don't Want This Marriage???? thank chu!

Father, I don't want this marriage! X Reader HCs

Jubelian Floyen

♢Dating Jubelian is a very cute experience, I’d say, she’s so caring and sweet, she also always shows affection and she’s pretty! So many plus signs.

♢You do have to go through a suspection made by her father, but it’s fine, cause once he accepts you, you’re his child too, so yayyy! One more baby for him to spoil.

♢Random kisses on your cheeks and lips, maybe on knuckles when you’re holding hands around the manor or when you’re walking around the garden.

♢She learnt to make flower crowns when she was young, so she makes tons of flowers crowns for you and even taught you how to make them and so many dates when you both sit in the garden and make flower crowns with each other.

♢She has you sneak in her room so many times, even after Regis had three guards outside on her balcony, you still somehow sneaked her out and they found you both cuddling in one of the extra rooms they have.

♢Most dates you both have include you and her learning self-defense from Regis, because he doesn’t want your relationship to end up like his and Amelia’s, so he trains you both along with Max and it always ends up with you both giving each-other pecks and giggling like little kids.

♢Regis was really doubtful of you at first, that he tried to set up a scene where Jubelian was kidnapped and you ended up breaking down in front of him, while holding a knife covered in blood of the guards who kidnapped her, while Jubelian who knows about her dad’s scheme is mad because how dare he make the love of her life cry! >:((((((

♢If you’re larger than her, she would love it if you carried her on your back or princess style, but if you’re smaller and weaker than her, she would love to carry you all over!

♢You’re also have a lot of respect from not only nobles, but also many servants and many other people because you’re dating a Floyen, so many gifts so they can suck up to you!

♢You both have many dates where you both have a picnic with some trusted guards, maids, butlers and her father right near a lake or a waterbody, and after you all are done eating you all throw stones in the waterbody!

♢If you say you like something to eat, she will learn how to make it herself to surprise you and she always makes them with high-quality ingredients!

♢She also remembers many things you even gave a hint of liking; she has a scrap-book with you, in which she writes, and draws things you both did that day or something you want to do in the future or after you both are married

♢She loves card games, so it’s a routine where you both play card-games before bed, until you both fall asleep in each-other’s warmth because the room is too cold…

♢You and Jubelian always wear matching clothes everywhere, parties, banquets, balls, going out, sleeping, on dates, dancing, walking around, etc….So all the maids know what to do, your accessories also match!

♢Now dating Jubel is like having your personal fashion designer, whom one second will make you many clothing which are gonna make a new trend in the empire and in the next will be making out with you on her bed.

Maxmillion Ashet

♚ You are spoiled as fuck! Maxmillion is a crown prince and being a crown prince means many gifts so nobles can suck up to you, so when he finds a gift he doesn't like, but he know you'll enjoy, he removes everything that says that it for him and gives it to you, saying he had a noble got it for you.

♚ Max is also very physical with you, hugging, kissing and touching you, though they're mostly subtle in public and in-front of people, in private, he won't stop at only kissing or hugging.

♚ He would have you train with him, because he doesn't want you to be hurt by assassins and people who want to hurt as to get revenge on him, Regis is always happy to train you for sword-fighting, hand-to-hand combat and arrow-shooting.

♚ He learnt flower language for you and often coveys his feelings using flowers!!! He has brought many flowers and often you were confused, because you don't know why he chooses a certain scheme of colour and types of flowers, until one of your maids suggested him using flower language and upon inspection, it was indeed true!!!

♚ He probably sits you on his lap while he does something he is annoyed about like polishing his swords or doing some paper-work, cause it's comforting for him.

♚ He would take you horse-back riding every weekend for a date, if he's too busy, he'll improvise and get you your favourite foods as lunch while he does his work.

♚ He would buy you earrings, or any jewellery you like but he buys your earrings the most, because he for some reason, he loves earrings and they're always made with beautiful and special crystals.

♚ He built a statue in your honour, it is a statue of you, in a beautiful dress with a bunny in your hand, it's kept in the grand hall of the palace, it is decorated with multiple jewels and maybe it is a secret door to a private chamber.

♚ He gives you piggyback rides and loves to carry you if your feet are hurting or if you're feeling a little lazy, tsundere about it though....But it's okay, cause we love tsunderes in this households!

♚ He loves to feed into your hobbies, he doesn't care what it is; painting, sword-fighting, archery, crocheting, reading, swimming, gymnastics, even if it's deemed as unfeminine by society, who looks down upon women who do this, he's a feminist and he ain't gonna let you take shit from anybody!!!

♚ Also, though he is kind of a tsundere, he won't be afraid to show his love to you, in front of people or fanboy in fact, he don't care, he has his hands wrapped around yours or he's having his hand on your waist.

Regis Floyen

☽ The head of the duchy, he's such a sweetheart and so is his daughter, you three make the perfect family! You're so pretty, Regis with his amazing skills and Jubel with her kind nature!!!

☽ He loves to dance with you, late at night, if you aren't as tired that is, he is very careful about your health and often gives you his main priorities.

☽ Kind of needs your reassurance that he is doing the correct thing, if there is something you don't like, please say cause when you do things passive and aggressively, it makes him overthink things....

☽ He would teach you how to sword fight, even in heavy dresses and large heels because honestly in my opinion, he would find it to be super hot to see his wife fight someone in dresses, heels with make-up fully done, if he has a wife that is. If you're another, he would love to see you fight him, because hot husband and spouse vibes....

☽ Dating Regis is also dating Jubelian, because you have breakfast and lunch with her everyday, Regis joins you both for dinner, you dress up with Jubel, make flower-crowns, go on parent-daughter dates, put on make-up, go out to eat something or go shopping with her, you spend more time with Jubel then with Regis....

☽ I think Regis also has quite a talent in painting, if he does, he would love to paint you and Jubel dancing together or doing something together as parent and daughter, he would also love to do family portraits!!!

☽ Just like Jubel and her S/O, he is going to be wearing matching clothing with you, no matter what you do, when you're going to bed, you're doing work, you're at a banquet, meetings or what not, matching accessories and also his sword is matching a dagger he gave you!

☽ Also, he would love to see you rock anything, wearing dresses as a man or wearing a suit as lady! He'll find them hot anyway and he wants you to feel comfortable in your own skin and anyone who makes you feel otherwise is quite frankly a little, insecure bitch ass! So you go boo! Do what you want, wear what you want, he's there to handle all the scandals and rumors and he and Jubelian are scaring anyone who is staring at you weirdly!!!!

☽ He would love to kiss you randomly throughout the day and no-matter where or what you're doing, they is going to be a *smooch!* places on your cheeks, lips, neck, ears, hand, hair, forehead, nose, on top of head or wherever he wants to kiss

☽ He would take on dates whenever he can and it could be the most random time as long as you're completely 800% okay to do it, it can vary from 3:56 am at night to broad daylight of 2:45 pm in the afternoon....It don't matter!

☽ HE CANNOT STAND YOU BEING UNCOMFORTABLE!!!!!! I've said it once and I'll say it again, he cannot stand you being uncomfortable, whether it be your dress, accessories, person, view, position or anything it is, he will do anything in his power to make sure you're safe and sound and comfortable!!!!

☽ My man loves to carry you around in his arms like a koala and maybe he takes you like that to the training grounds and there he sits you down somewhere comfortable while you watch him train shirtless :P.....

☽ C O F F E E A D D I C T S. You both are most likely coffee addicts and he not only has then types of coffee, oh no! He has over hundreds type of coffee stored in one of his warehouses....

☽ He would love for you to model your outfits for him, he love to see how hot, cute, beautiful/handsome/alluring you look in them, he obviously has matching outfit with you, but your outfits fit your aesthetic or style and his outfits match his style and so you have similar outfit, but of different styles!!!

☽ He loves to bath with you, after he has finished training with Maxmillion an the is all tired and sweaty and needy for all of your attention on him and him only!

#navi⌗writes⌗ #father i don't want this marriage x reader #father i don't want to get married x y/n #father i don't want to get married #regis floyen #regis adri floyen x reader #jubelian floyen x reader #maxmillion ashet x reader #manhwa headcanons #manhwa #manwha #manhwa recommendation #manhwas #manhwa fanfic #manhwa imagines #manhwa x reader #jubellian eloy floyen #maximilian kasin ashet #regis floyen x reader

[horanghxnni]

college party. - k.s.y.

PAIRING: Kwon Soonyoung x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

TAGS: meet cute, frat boy!soonyoung, f!reader, college au, strangers to lovers, fluff, just cute soonyoung being respectful

WARNINGS: cursing (two of 'em), implied mentions of drugs/violence against women (roofies), drinking/alcohol, frat/college parties

NOTES: I guess I'm in a meet-cute mood. This was inspired loosely by an experience I had at a party and I thought Soonyoung would be perfect for it. I hope you enjoy! xx

You really didn’t want to go to this party, it had already been a long enough week already and adding a hangover did not sound appealing, but your friends insisted this random frat party would not be as fun without you present. Giving in led you to be surrounded by drunk college students you barely knew, bodies close together as they danced to music you couldn’t hear your own thoughts over. Your friends were strewn throughout the crowd, all within view for safety, but clearly more focused on finding someone to take home tonight. You were about to make your way from the center to the kitchen to find a drink when a loud yell of excitement caught your attention instead as the song changed. 

“Oh, fuck yeah! I love this song!” It was a boy in the very center, clearly intoxicated as his eyelids sat low, almost closed, and the giant grin on his face was larger than life. You had seen him earlier, greeting people at the door a few hours ago. He was handsome, that you couldn’t ignore, with a nicely fitting button up shirt and jeans that accentuated his longer legs. His black hair that was presumably pushed back by hair gel was now breaking from its hold, strands falling into his face and draping over the tight undercut around the rest of his head underneath. He’s laughing and turning to everyone in his immediate vicinity, as if he was personally happy to see them all. It was sort of cute, how genuinely he cared for what could very likely have been strangers dancing around him as he stumbled drunkenly around asking people if they were having fun, and he’d kept up this energy all night as far as you could tell, it really was hard to miss his presence. The song was a classic song for people to get extra close to their target of interest, beginning to grind and press as the upbeat yet suggestive song bumped through the speakers. Then, he found his way in front of you. Something about his smile shifted as he reached out a hand, his eyes suddenly sparkled differently as they met yours. “Dance with me?” 

You could’ve said no, and maybe you should have, but something about how genuinely happy he was made him look like a harmless puppy. You took his hand with a curious smile, nodding. With a quick glance at your closest friend and a nod of solidarity, you followed this mystery man into the very center, several of his friends letting him pass with a pat on the shoulder and a, “Yo, Hoshi!” So that was his name, or you assume what he at least went by. 

You danced to a few songs, between pressing his body close behind yours, to wildly dancing to make you laugh, the next 5 or 6 songs blurred together before he paused and leaned his head toward yours. 

“I’m gonna grab a drink, you want one?” He spoke near your ear so you could hear him, and you nodded. “Okay, wait here. I’ll be back.” 

About half a song later, he was back with an unopened can for you, and an open beer for himself. His smile was lopsided and innocent as he glanced at the top of the can and then to you. “Just wanted to show you I didn’t mess with it.” You raised an eyebrow as he opened the can in front of you and then placed it in your grasp. “I have a sister, and I know how crazy parties can get with roofies and shit.” 

He suddenly sounded almost sober as his gaze turned hard at the thought. Something about how his raw emotion at what he said made a small part of you trust he was being truthful, and you took a sip. “Thank you, for that.” 

Just like that, he was back to his grin, eyes softening as the beer began to hit his system and his posture loosened. “Of course! Let’s dance!” 

The rest of the night was spent by his side, dancing, laughing, and a few touches that seemed a little more than friendly, giving you the time to correct or reject each advance, which you didn’t. He was respectful and kind, never leaving you empty handed in the drink department, and even through his drunk haze, asked if he could hold your waist and continued to open every drink in front of you. It was the best party stranger experience you had, and despite your protests, you were glad you had come out tonight. Attention from the handsome boy that you may never see again gave you confidence you didn’t realize you needed and was a great way to end your stressful week. You left a few hours later when your friends had gathered you to leave together, and with a sweet pout from Hoshi, you both said your goodbyes and you left on a high knowing he was definitely watching you leave as you walked away from him and out of the party. 

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Friday had rolled around again, and you declined yet another invitation to some party your friends had been invited to. You really couldn’t this week, with midterms on the horizon and studying that plagued the forefront of your mind. Your friends groaned beside you as you walked out of your last class of the day.  

“Maybe you’ll see that Hoshi guy again! C’mon, Y/N, please?” One pleaded as the other attempted her best puppy eyes. 

“Who even says I want to see him again? All we did was dance. I’m sorry girls, I really can’t.” Your friends accepted your final decision begrudgingly as you turned on the corner to walk to your apartment before a voice stopped you in your tracks. 

“Y/N? Y/N!” You turned to see exactly who you’d never expected to see, running toward you, his friends now abandoned and clearly confused behind him. Hoshi stopped in front of you, a little out of breath, but with that same wide smile you recognize from last week, but with a clarity in his eyes unlike before. 

“Hoshi?” You were surprised he even remembered what you look like, much less remember your name after how much he’d had to drink that night. He looked bashful as you repeated his name, a hand coming to rub at the back of his neck as his smile turned shy. 

“It’s Soonyoung, Hoshi is just what the guys call me. It’s good to see you.” His eyes met yours, and they shifted from soft and friendly to a little harder around the edges, determination setting in his face. “Look, I, uh, I was hoping to run into you. I was wondering if you wanted to get coffee sometime? Or boba or something?” 

“Are you asking me out, Soonyoung?” You questioned, a playful eyebrow raising in an attempt to hide your genuine surprise. He visibly brightened at the sound of his name leaving your lips, and his smile morphed into a wide grin. 

“Yeah,” he almost seemed shocked at the confidence emanating from him as he nodded, “yeah, I am, if that’s what you want.”

You could feel the laser-like stares of your friends a few feet behind you as they watched you once again with the handsome stranger from the party who now revealed themselves as Soonyoung, and you barely registered the hand that appeared to rest on your shoulder as one of them stepped up behind you. “She’s actually free right now, aren’t you, Y/N?” Her grin mirrored the Cheshire Cat, and was every bit as dangerous. 

Your face darkened as your confidence quickly disappeared as embarrassment replaced it, a cherry red coloring your cheeks as you nodded in agreement. Soonyoung didn’t seem to notice as he turned to wave off his confused awaiting friends a little ways behind him. You saw them shrug and wave their goodbyes as they continued to walk the way they were headed. You turned to your friends as they hugged you quickly before their less than nonchalant exit, not so quietly whispering “good luck” as they left you with the boy they’d been teasing you about all week. 

It took a moment of awkward smiling before you both gathered yourselves and agreed to walk together to a cafe nearby, entering a comfortable rhythm of small talk after a minute or two. Soonyoung was every bit as bubbly and sweet as he was the night you’d met him, and although he was less energetic, he was every bit the same deep down, inebriated or not. 

“You know, I’m surprised you recognized me, you were pretty blasted at that party.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory. He looked sheepish once more for a moment before he turned to look at you with the most endearing look you’d seen. 

“You’re the prettiest girl I’d ever seen, of course drunk me was going to make sure I remembered you.”

#seventeen #svt #svt x reader #kwon soonyoung #kwon soonyoung x reader #hoshi #hoshi x reader #hoshi x f!reader #svt x you #svt x y/n #seventeen fic #seventeen fluff #hoshi fluff #hoshi fluff x reader #hoshi x reader fluff #seventeen x reader fluff #seventeen one shot #meet cute #strangers to lovers #fluff #horanghxnni writes

[ctitan98official]

@keyanhypothetical-deactivated20 Could I get something about how some of the ladies (Alice, Rose, Esme, Leah, maybe the Denalis and Victoria if you're comfortable with that) would react to a big butch werewolf imprinting on them?</p>

Hell yeah! I’m limiting requests outside of RE8 to four characters per ask, so I’m going to do Rosalie, Alice, Esme and Leah for this one. Y/N is gender neutral but will be on the masculine side so feel free to hc them however you want! Also, fuck Stephanie Meyer. Let’s get into it!

Alice:

The pint-sized pixie couldn’t see you in her visions.

You were traveling near the forests of Forks and caught her scent.

You followed the delicious smell until you found the adorable little vampire.

You stood stock still as you imprinted on her. You didn’t even know her name and she was now the center of your universe.

Alice was in shock when you went up to greet her. You were much taller than her, and she found you to be quite good-looking.

You held out your hand to her and she took it immediately. Your hand was so much larger than hers.

Her skin was so soft as you rubbed your thumb against her hand.

She loved the rough feeling of your calloused fingers.

“Hi… I’m Y/N.” You said in a husky voice.

Alice shivered in delight. “My name is Alice.” She beamed. “I think we’re going to get along quite nicely!” She grinned and poked your muscled shoulder playfully.

You laughed at her cheerful personality. She was everything you ever wanted.

Her voice was so melodic. You could listen to it all day.

You smiled back and slowly moved in to hold her. You gently leaned down and kissed her which she eagerly reciprocated.

You two are bonded forever now which makes you the happiest wolf in the world.

Rosalie:

Rosalie was in school when she saw you enter her English class.

You were definitely her type. She was immediately drawn to your rugged good looks.

She knew you were not human by your scent… Rosalie loved your fresh and invigorating smell, but she would not admit this until later.

You decided to sit down without looking at your desk partner. As you placed your bag on the ground and turned around to introduce yourself, you felt your breath catch in your throat.

All you could see was the beautiful blonde vampire next to you as you imprinted.

“What did you just do?” She asked you, uncharacteristically flustered. She felt complete somehow by your presence.

“I t-think I just imprinted on you.” You said with awe.

Rosalie then dragged you out of the classroom which made the teacher question you both. Rosalie shot him a piercing glare and he blanched and let you leave.

Rosalie was pissed. She told you she was not going to fall in love with a mangy werewolf.

She wouldn’t talk to you at first, but she did let you stay outside near the tree line of the Cullen house because it pained the two of you to be apart. Her mating bond with you annoyed her endlessly.

Eventually, she came around and brought food to you as you waited outside. She was an excellent cook.

As you two talked, she realized that you were what she has been looking for all of her undead life. You two are so in love now.

Esme:

Esme was doing her usual shopping at Newton’s. She kindly smiled at everyone she passed by.

Esme was a respected member of the Forks community and everyone loved her warmth and friendliness.

As she rounded the corner of one aisle, she spotted you.

You kind of stuck out like a sore thumb. You were very tall, easily over six-and-a-half feet, and your muscled body made everyone around you seem so small.

Esme had never felt such a strong attraction before. She placed a hand on a nearby shelf to steady herself.

You walked up to her after you felt yourself imprint when you looked at her. Your surprised eyes made Esme chuckle in spite of herself. Esme felt her mating bond form with you immediately as well.

“Well, my dear. It seems we will be seeing a lot more of each other. I’m Esme.” She smiled at you.

You chuckled nervously and scratched the back of your head. “I’m Y/N. I’ve been searching for you all of my life, it seems.” You took her hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it.

Esme would have blushed if she had been able to.

You two took your relationship slowly. She would invite you to dinner at her house (She didn’t eat, but she loved to cook for you).

You started going on romantic dates to the movies or to see a show up in Port Angeles.

You had never been happier and Esme’s need to shower someone with care and attention was finally satisfied.

Leah:

Leah was, unsurprisingly, heartbroken after Sam imprinted on Emily.

She closed herself off and only interacted with the pack out of obligation.

When Jake had gone on patrol around the reservation one day, he howled as a warning that there was an unknown shifter near the perimeter.

The pack hightailed it over to where Jake was to see what was going on.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know this land was claimed.” You said after you shifted back into your human form. Luckily, you were full-blooded werewolf and didn’t have to worry about your clothes shredding.

As you scanned all of the wolves in the pack, your eyes landed on the svelte form of Leah’s wolf.

Your eyes widened as you imprinted. Leah felt it as soon as she laid eyes on you.

The pack was shocked. They could feel your bond through Leah’s mind link.

Sam felt a huge sense of relief. He was so guilty about leaving Leah for Emily.

He surprised everyone by offering to let you join the pack so you and Leah could get to know each other.

You nodded distractedly in agreement, not taking your eyes off of Leah. You’d do anything to be with her.

The pack left to give the two of you some privacy. Leah hid behind a bush, which confused you, before she shifted back to her human form.

“Sorry we have to meet like this.” Leah stuck her head up and laughed as she called out to you. You realized that she was completely naked! You blushed and turned around.

The glimpse you caught of her face was gorgeous. You could stare at it all day and find new things to admire about it.

“I’m Y/N. What’s your name?” You asked.

“I’m Leah.” She shocked you, and herself, by walking right in front of your line of vision, still in the nude.

“I guess we’re not strangers now.” She purred and pulled your face down to her height for a kiss.

You two are very intimate and share just as much of a physical bond as an emotional one.

Masterlist

#alice cullen #rosalie hale #esme cullen #leah clearwater #twilight #the twilight saga #the cullens #twilight saga #twilight renaissance #alice cullen x reader #rosalie hale x reader #esme cullen x reader #leah clearwater x reader #twilight fanfiction #twilight fic

[ghoultrifle]

There's a First Time For Everything Chapter 2 - Fighting With You

WC: 1.8k

Summary: Dewdrop buys the toys he's been so curious about, with only a few breakdowns along the way. Set immediately after the previous chapter.

Notes: Fun fact! The toy reviews are almost all verbatim reviews from the lovehoney website :) isn't that fun! thank you to the unnamed friend who reignited my passion for reading sex toy reviews ashdfklhsg

I'm going to give a very slight warning for dubcon. Nothing happens, but Dewdrop gets in his own head about what might happen. Of course, Rain would never.

And a big thanks to @everybodyshusband for proofreading and hyping me up <333

Read below the cut or on AO3

“‘m ready,” Dewdrop whispers into Rain’s neck, pushing the larger ghoul off his lap, “Wanna get the feeling back in my legs,” he chuckles.

“Are you sure, Dewbug? We can wait if you want, I’ll still love you even if you never end up buying anything.”

Dewdrop grabs the water ghoul’s chin, bringing his head down to eye level, “I’ve never been so sure in my life, especially with you here,” it isn’t entirely the truth, but Dewdrop is feeling better than before, “Anyway, what is your opinion on what I sent you?”

Rain pauses before dragging a stack of filing boxes next to Dew’s chair, perching on them to watch the screen. As Dewdrop logs back in (his password is rainisgay69, ironic for someone who on some level of his dysphoria-ridden brain believes rain is secretly straight), their eyes are accosted with the bright screen illuminating the now dark room, a lilac dildo front and centre on the screen. The description reads, “Realistic Silicone Suction Cup Dildo - Perfect For Beginners”. It’s veiny, a respectable length and girth, nothing that would rip the ghoul open, but enough for him to feel the stretch, to feel full. It looks respectable, with the bonus that Dewdrop could definitely throw it into a strap on the rare occasion he does want to top; he could finally stop stealing from Cirrus.

Dewdrop flicks through the photos, capturing the length, girth, and the size comparable to a hand. Rain’s cock begins to stir at the last picture, remembering that one day he may be lucky enough to hold it, to fuck Dewdrop sweetly and gently with it while he rubs and flicks at the fire ghoul’s small dick, wringing out the most lascivious moans as Dew finally experiences divine pleasure. But this isn’t about him, so Rain wills the blood to return to his head so he can give a coherent response to his mate.

“Fuck, baby, it looks perfect,” he coos, planting a chaste kiss on Dewdrop’s cheek. He can’t help the sly comment that leaves his mouth before his brain can catch up, his mind preoccupied with the image of the toy against Dewdrop’s auburn curls, “Gonna look so good against your dripping cunt, heard ginger and purple go well together.”

The darks of Dewdrop’s eyes widen, and Rain’s face drops as he realises what he just said, “Shit- fuck- I’m fucking- I’m sorry Dewy that wasn’t the right time. I promise I’d be fine if you bought this and it just sat on the shelf forever. Or- or if you didn’t even buy it. Actually, I’d be fine if you banned all sex toys. You coul-”

A firm but gentle slap to the face interrupts the water ghoul, “Alright, wrap it up Sappy Steve. Save it for when I’m actually panicking, okay?” he chides, “And I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

He briefly glances at the top reviews, struggling to believe what he’s reading:

“I have recently celebrated my 70th birthday and this gave me the best orgasm of my life.”

“This is amazing. I can't believe how satisfying it is for a transgender person. I love to sit on it.”

Dewdrop laughs so hard he has fresh tears spilling down his face. That’s a new hobby unlocked: reading sex toy reviews online.

“See!” Rain exclaims, pointing at the screen and nudging Dewdrop’s shoulder, “You’re not the only trans person who wants to get fucked nasty with a toy,” the water ghoul is beaming at the review, hoping it will ease Dewdrop’s apprehension about it all. They’re having fun but Rain won’t pretend he hasn’t noticed how the other’s hand has been trembling as he navigates the website, how Dewdrop’s taking deep yet rapid breaths, his free hand worrying the ring on his middle finger.

The basket icon lights up as Dewdrop’s informed he only has to spend £15 more to get free delivery, “Might as well get the vibrator too, then?” he shrugs weakly, voice catching in his throat as he navigates to the second link he sent Rain earlier. “POWERFUL Vibrator - For Internal and External Use” it reads. Dewdrop re-examines it, looking at each photo in turn, breath turning shaky as he thinks about using it, putting it inside him, where no object has ventured before. As he thinks about the hard plastic sliding in, surely cold and rigid, perhaps he’ll be so dry that it will hurt, and he’ll just have to grin and bear it for his Rain.

The desk begins to shake slightly as Dewdrop’s knee bounces up and down with a fevered pace. His thumb is in his mouth, biting at the skin around his nails, leaving it red and sore. It’s getting to him. This is real. In just a few days he’ll be laying with Rain as he freaks out about it all. Now he’s told the water ghoul he wants it, he feels pressured, like he can’t say no anymore. Because if he says no, then he’s clearly leading Rain on for something that will never happen, and Rain really will break up with him this time. Why would he be with someone who is clearly never going to get over his fear of penetration? Perhaps Rain is straight and just waiting for Dewdrop to realise he is a woman after all, and when he finds out that Dew is just a man who’s scared of dick, he’ll run to the mountains, screaming a warning to everyone: Don’t Date Dewdrop.

A third set of tears begin to tumble their way down his cheeks, a small waterfall flowing with each blink the ghoul makes. His eyes are glassy, he can no longer see the offending toy on the computer, just a set of blurry white pixels laden with illegible text, Rain must have scrolled it down. Rain brings the fire ghoul into the warmest hug he can muster, peppering kisses to his neck. There is no sexual element to it, just pure love for his mate. His mate who he wishes he could take all the dysphoria from and suffer through it himself if it would mean a better life for Dewdrop. His mate who loves Dewdrop in a way the fire ghoul cannot even begin to fathom.

He truly believes he’s unlovable on a fundamental level, that his identity makes him some freak in between man and woman, that no guy would want to fuck him or be fucked by him, and no woman would take his pathetic excuse for a dick, even if he did want to top. It’s solidified in Dewdrop’s mind that Rain is only with him for his own sexual gratification, and now that Dewdrop wants to explore his own pleasure, he’ll be left to figure it out on his own. The image of him weeping as he forces a dildo into himself, cold and alone in his bedroom, is being seared further into his brain with every second that passes. Until he’s brought back to reality by Rain’s shuffling arm.

Rain decides against a tissue; Copia clearly had no regard for his own skin since the tissues in his office may as well have been constructed from sandpaper. Instead, he brings a bunched-up sleeve to Dewdrop’s eyes, catching the tears as he calms the sniffling ghoul beneath him, rocking them together in a soothing motion much like his mother would do in the pit. Words wouldn’t do Dewdrop’s pain justice; consolation would feel inadequate and pity, well, is just that and Dewdrop deserves better. He’s sure that if he reached inside the fire ghoul’s mind for just a moment, it would be more than he could ever bear. So, Rain opts for silence. The kind of silence you could sit in for eternity. The kind of silence where the world is at peace; there’s no buzzing of electricity, no shuffling in the quarters, just the sound of a gentle breeze creeping its way in through the poorly sealed windows, whistling hello as it sings its song. Rain rocks them for what could have been hours, Dewdrop isn’t sure, the sun had already set by the time he started.

Fresh air stings Dewdrop’s eyes. The flood has stopped, Rain’s sleeves near-soaked as the fire ghoul blinks the last of the hot tears from his weary eyes. His own sleeve is drenched in a thick layer of snot as he wipes his nose, the water ghoul looking on in a weird adoration for his mate. If Rain could watch him do that and still love him, then maybe there was hope. As he squints his eyes to focus on the screen, Dewdrop’s confronted with the reviews for the vibrator:

“My clit is tingling like a mo fo!! Thanks lovehoney. What a piece of cum equipment.”

“It took longer to get the item out of the packaging than it did for my wife to cum.”

Okay, maybe it isn’t quite so serious. As hilariously honest as the reviews are, it does spark something in Dewdrop- the curiosity at what these toys feel like, at how they’re so much better than just a set of hands. There must be a reason the vibrator gets a 4.7/5 on the ‘orgasm rating’. Dewdrop hesitates over the button that would add it to the basket, “I’m scared, Rain,” he admits with a sigh of relief, finally putting words to it.

“Then do it scared, spitfire,” the water ghoul replies, “Want and fear can coexist. If you truly don’t want to then I support you, droplet, but it sounds like you’re just conflicted. I think when the time comes, you’ll be glad the toys are ready for you, just like I will be.”

Dewdrop melts into the larger ghoul’s embrace. Rain has somehow managed to reach into Dew’s brain and lay his feelings bare on the table, raw and sensitive. But he’s right, about everything. Dewdrop does want it, he is scared, and he should buy it anyway. “Fuck it,” he smirks, stifled only slightly by a sniffle, as he adds the item to the basket, heading to the checkout page, a fuck you to his dysphoria. Copia’s bank details autofill and Dewdrop doesn’t complain; he’s not been left with much money since being charged with sourcing the pack’s weed on tour. Before he gives himself a chance to second guess his actions, he completes the order.

The thick tension that had filled the air dissipates in an instant, Dewdrop slumps in his chair as Rain idly braids a loose plait into hair, whispering praises to his love, “So proud of you, droplet. Whatever comes of this I want you to remember how brave you are for getting this far, okay?”

“Brave? In what world?” Dewdrop huffs.

“In this world, my love. In this world where every day is a fight between your mind and your body. In this world, where today, your mind won. And in this world where your mind won’t win every day but where I’ll be here, always, fighting with you.”

#next chapter will be smut i promise #just got too into the angst whoops #trifle writes #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #trans ghouls #there's a first time for everything

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

FUCK YEAH!!! maybe mtmte meeting Rungs child, the giant ancient warrior with a sword as big as they are. And they love their creators soft hands and sweet words of comfort.

-There's no cybertronian that hasn't heard the legend of this ancient warrior. Even MTO's were told of them, told that this was the epitome of what a warrior were supposed to be. No one knows their name and so they've simply been dubbed The Warrior. They would show up every now and then throughout history and every time their arrival would herald something big. And when the warrior would leave, no one would be able to find them. It was as if they had simply disappeared.

-Because of this, there were rumors that The Warrior was some supernatural being, maybe even an avatar of the warrior god Primus.

-So when this larger than life entity one day suddenly shows up at the Lost Light, demanding to board the ship, the crew is rightfully extremely curios. Curios, awed and slightly frightened because why had they decided to show up here?

-Poor Blaster almost had a spark attack when he answered the incoming video call on bridge and the stoic face of The Warrior popped up.

-When The Warrior boards the Lost Light, practically everyone on the ship arrive to catch a glimpse of them. They remain a respectful distance away, not daring to get too close, but they can't stop staring.

-Rodimus is the first one that dares to actually talk to them. He approaches them, full of false swagger and confidence to hide how tense he is, and introduces himself as captain, sorry, co-captain off he Lost Light before asking them why they decided to visit.

-The Warrior replies that they are looking for someone and immediately everyone starts whispering and speculating who this mystery bot might be. Some speculate it might be Megatron (maybe the warrior is here to kill him?) or maybe Cyclonus since he apparently once fought the warrior in battle (and lost, badly).

-Then, suddenly, The Warrior turns his head and stares into the crowd. They all go quiet and freeze right up, terrified that they might have somehow offended him.

-But then, a small voice calls out.

-"Ah, I'm sorry, can you please make way? I really need to get through. Oh, I'll just squeeze right between if you don't mind, yes yes, sorry for the inconvenience-"

-Squeezing between bots, Rung suddenly stumbles out of the crowd. He adjusts his glasses, looks up, sees The Warrior, and smiles.

-"Starlight! Oh it's been so long, how have you been?"

-To everyone's absolute shock, The Warrior smiles and gently scoops up Rung into a big hug, like he's a teddy bear or something.

-"Creator! I've missed you so much! I've been well! How about you? Are you feeling well?"

-The crew just STARES and finally Rung becomes aware of the attention and tries to explain everything. See, this is his wonderful, brilliant child and they regularly meet up every now and then. He haven't been able to see them for some years because they've been so busy with work (they are a researcher you see) but they recently called him and asked if they could come visit and of course Rung said yes and so he gave them the signal of the Lost Light.

-The crew continues staring. No one says anything. The Warrior is still hugging Rung but they are also glaring at the crew, daring them to speak up and make his Creator sad.

-Finally, Nightbeat speaks up.

-"Rung, are you by any chance Primus?"

-The Warrior starts laughing like a maniac and Rung chuckles with them. They are both laughing for two completely different reasons.

#transformers imagine #IDW #MTMTE #lost light #OC #rung

[gffa]

THIS IS HOW I THINK ALL CHARACTERS SHOULD WRITE BRUCE’S DYNAMICS WITH PEOPLE, that the mythological elements of his character are so important, that you have to maintain the larger than life aspects of him, that his vow will always rule his life, but that the characters that love him, the characters that are closest to him, are the ones that love him not because of that, but because he’s just the stupid guy they love. They love him because they see the 10 year old traumatized kid.  They love him because they see the man he grew up into being and how he took that pain and suffering and turned it into always trying to catch others when they fall.  They love him because once he trusts them he would give them anything.  They love him even knowing that this war on crime will always come first and that they will have to fit themselves around that.  They love him because they cannot stop him from this. Bruce will always choose justice above everything else, he will bend for those he loves (he bends when one of his kids gets hurt or hurts someone else, like the difference between killing and not killing when he left KGBeast to die because he shot Nightwing is pretty fucking razor thin, as well as he lets Jason get away with a lot more murder than he would anyone else because he doesn’t want to have to choose against Jason) but he won’t break on that justice, and that’s why people admire him, but it’s not why they love him. They love him because he’s complicated and flawed and impossible to deal with at times--there’s a reason the people who are closest to him are ones who pretty much all make fun of him, why Bruce tolerates that when his mythos is so wrapped up in being untouchable, unknowable, and unreachable.  There’s a reason why Selina is the woman he loves--this is how she sees him, just the stupid man she loves.  There’s a reason why Dick (who talks similarly, if a lot more nicely phrased, in this run) was the one who got Bruce to take in a kid, take them under his wing, not just train them, but love them--because this is how Dick sees him, someone who is complicated and selfless and flawed, that it’s okay to have complicated feelings about that, but know that you love him and would die for him, the person under the mask, not the mask itself. This is why I enjoyed this storyline so much, there’s respect for the mythology of Batman and the larger than life aspects of the role he plays, that’s such an important part of reading any Batman comic.  But when you write the characters around him, they love him because they respect Batman, but they love Bruce.  Complicated, broken, flawed pieces of him and all.

#lumi.txt #dc #batfam #bruce wayne #selina kyle #talia al ghul #batcat #batman: the rules of engagement

[naivesilver]

but does carlo lorenzini collodi know that the ridiculous puppet character he was planning to kill off to teach his readers a lesson is now a larger than life figure that can't be rivaled. does he know that they keep making stories where real, human boys named CARLO pass away and these lesser copies of them, built only as a poor substitute, are the ones who thrive and receive love. is he rolling in his grave like a fidget spinner right now. really hope he is because on god I respect him but this is funny as FUCK

#pinocchio #lies of p #guillermo del toro's pinocchio #currently at the gym going insane dont mind me

[sullyswhore]

right now – jake sully

– jakesully!avatar x fem!avatar NSFW

summary; after nearly 2 weeks without you, jake couldn't control himself any longer

warnings: dom!jake (teehee), hair pulling, rough sex, pet names (baby girl), creampie, little bit of overstim, lmk if i missed anything!!!

jake didn't waste any time with the sappy love shit he normally does after being gone for nearly two weeks of hunting. he were hungry. hungry for you. hungry for your cunt. he couldn't hold himself back when he got inside the shared nest.

after a short peck on the lips, he pulled away, your ears dropping, not knowing if he were angry? upset? annoyed? but you could tell from the way he walked in, his dominance took over the nest.

"need you now. right now." he didn't waste anytime ripping of both yours and his loincloth, the fabrics falling straight to the floor.

before you could utter a single word, jake grabbed your arms, turning you around and manhandling you to the floor. your cheek were pushed against the rough floor as he pulled your lower half up slightly, creating the perfect arch.

without a warning, he pushes his fully hard, pretty cock into you, not letting you adjust before pounding into your tight cunt. you luckily grabbed your now torn loincloth to put under your head as you knew this wouldn't be you and jake 'making love'. this would be the fuck of your life.

jake fisted a bunch of your braids, resting his hand (and kinda weight but not enough to hurt you) on your head as his hand nearly turned white from how hard he were gripping your hair.

moans and whimpers filled the air along with the sound of skin slapping as his balls grazed your clit with every harsh thrust, "you're mine. all thrust fucking thrust mine thrust" he groaned out between thrusts.

all you could do were moan and let out silent screams (still wanting to be respectful for the clan members that have a nest near you teehee). all you could do were take his forceful thrusts as your body jolted forward, his grip on your hair keeping you somewhat in place.

the blue fingers fisting your braids were easily bigger than yours, the thought only made you wetter. the thought of your mate overpowering you and being much larger sent you to your first orgasm of the night as you clenched around him, "fuck, baby girl. haven't had my dick in that long you just had to squirt?" he chuckled to his own comment, you too busy trying not to pass out from the pleasure.

knowing you were at his mercy just made your pussy clench even harder around him, jake couldn't hold back his whiny moans and whimpers as he threw his head back at the pleasure. "fuck, baby girl. you like knowing that i own you, hm?" his thrusts became harder and faster as he were trying to catch his own release.

"like knowing that i own this delicious cunt, yeah?" his thrusts turned sharp, going as deep as he can into you, hitting that one spot over and over which made your tail impossible to control as it thrashed around.

"j-jake, too much" you panted out, "can't take it!"

you were practically screaming his name, no longer caring for the others who lived near you, "you're taking me so well, baby girl. just a little longer." his gritted through his teeth.

your moans filled the nest and you could already feel your second release of the evening coming fast. "fuck, this pussy was made for me, so fucking tight."

jake usually became very vocal when he were close to finishing and that's exactly how he were, loud, whiny, whimpering and a mess.

with his thrusts slowing down, a few more deep thrusts made you both hit your high at the same time. your walls clenched him as your throat let out lewd noises as the pleasure washed over your whole body.

jakes ears fell against his head as he stilled inside of you. "taking it all like a good fucking girl," he breathily chuckled out as he spilled the warm, bioluminescent seed you had grown to crave inside of you, "don't you even dare to think that was it. that was only the beginning, baby girl."

#avatar #avatar 2 #atwow #avatar jake sully #jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully smut #jake sully x oc #jake sully x y/n #avatar smut

[belladonnasmenagerie]

SFW: Slashers reactions to you being a small unassumingly strong woman: Pt 1

Slashers included is Bo, Vincent, (NBC) Hannibal, (NBC) Will, Thomas

I have to make a pt 2 for Will, Thomas and Jason lol this one ran a little longer than expected XD

Requested by @klerns-birdie

Enjoy!!

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Epilogue: All your life you knew you were stronger than others, even as a kid it was very apparent when you played around with other kids or went to school, parents having to be called a couple times for broken property. But over time you were able to control the strength you had but that didn’t help with your social life.

As you grew up names had been thrown like ‘freak’ or ‘monster’ even though you were so sweet to everyone. Eventually you stopped trying to become friends with others due to your strength but as you got out of high school it became easier, having the freedom to travel and see new things had opened you up to so much. Even though you still were insecure about your strength you didn’t hate it you were proud of yourself for how amazingly you managed it.

Then one day you met him and it felt like love at first sight….

Vincent

* Vincent is such a calm man in my perspective, yes he’s a brutal murderer but compared to Bo he’s a lot lot calmer

* He loves you unconditionally no matter what, he feels like he’s finally found someone who understands him. But on the same note he wants to protect you and acre for you like your a porcelain doll that would break if anything happened to you

* So Imagine the look on his face when he’s trying to subdue a victim in the house and he sees you across the room with wide eyes.

* He’s terrified now, terrified the victim will see you and go after you, he puts all his night into trying to get this victim to the ground but it seemed like no such luck was happening

* He could feel his heart racing, the only thing on his mind being you, he wouldn’t forgive himself if you got hurt

* That’s when the sudden sound of shattering your wood and the victim going limp shocked him from his thoughts

* Watching as the body dropped to the floor he finally looked up at you seeing what appeared to be the coffee table, or what was left of it, in your tiny hands

* Looking at you with wide eyes you could tell what he was already thinking so you gave him a sheepish grin

* “So… I was going to tell you”

* After that ( and after getting rid of the body) you two sat down and had a long talk, expressing to him how scared you were to tell him and how everybody thought you were just some freak

* He would cup your cheeks assuring you he didn’t think of you that way and that he knows exactly how you feel, you two would share a kiss and feel accepted by this man you considered your soulmate

Bo

* Bo on the other hand would be a different scenario, he’s a rough man with an even tougher exterior so it’s hard to pinpoint how he feels sometimes

* But he loved and respected you, wanting you to be by his side at all time to take care of you

* So here you were sitting in the gas station swinging your legs as you hummed, just waiting for Bo to finish up down stairs

* That’s when you heard the bell to the door jingle as it opened, in shock you jumped off the counter as you saw a beat up larger man frantically looking around.

* Then he saw you, a tiny little thing just standing in shock staring at him. Without thinking a second thought he grabbed your upper arm, that sent you into fight or flight mode

* “Get off me!” You yelled grabbing a tire iron from the counter with your other hand

* “Shut up!” The victim scolded trying to tug you away

* “I said get the fuck off me!” You yelled swinging the tire iron across his head

* The sudden hit with such a force knocked the guy away from you as he stumbled, turning around to you all he saw was a flash of blue from your shirt as you jumped on him

* Bo frantically burst through the basement door and into the main lobby after hearing your yells

* “Y/n! What’s..” but before he could finish Bo had to do a double take

* Seeing you on your knees covered in blood in front of the man bludgeoned to death by a tire iron

* Panting you looked over at Bo “I can explain.”

* Bo scoffed with a smile “No need darlin’” he walks up to you

* “Looks like I don’t have to keep an eye on you.” He helps you up “looks like you can handle this stuff yourself”

* You chuckle but eventually after everything is cleaned up you sit down and explain everything to him

* He of course makes small jokes but the two of you laugh them off, but he accepts you for who you are and jokes that you’ll be his new muscle around town

Hannibal (NBC)

* Hannibal is a very observant man, he doesn’t like to be caught off guard or have anything slip, especially with his reputation.

* So when the two of you started to live together he noticed small things you would do that seemed just a little bit off

* Like when he would buy groceries you would grab a heavy bag or box and swear it’s the lighter one, trying to throw him off, but Hannibal is smarter than that

* He won’t bring anything up until you were ready to talk about it though, he wanted you to be the one to say anything

* You knew about his murderous tendencies and his cannibalism but for some reason you didn’t care when you really knew you should

* Then one night at dinner you sat at the table twiddling your thumbs as the nagging urge to say something about your strength kept itching in the back of your mind

* Hannibal was in the kitchen making the entires leaving you to think alone in the dining room

* You kept fighting with yourself, knowing if you told him he wouldn’t mind and would actual accept you because he loved you but the other side argued back that he wouldn’t he’d call you a freak and want nothing to do with you

* That part made your eyes tear up, you loved Hannibal he was always so sweet and endearing towards you, he even took you out on shopping sprees and to nice restaurants for date nights.

* The tears kept welling though with thought of rejection now becoming the main thought on your mind.

* Hearing the kitchen door open to the dining room you tried to wipe the small tears away.

* “Alright dinner is served. Tonight we have..” Hannibal started placing your plate down first but he stopped his talking when he saw your wet eyes

* Concern crossed his features, placing his plate down so he could crouch next to you

* “Oh, dear what’s the matter?” He asked turning you in your chair to face him but you wouldn’t look at him

* Cupping your cheeks he gently pulled your face up “Come on darling, you can talk to me.”

* You sniffled “I-I..” then everything spilled out telling him about your fears of him rejecting you and the fact your really strong for a woman like yourself

* And soon you started to babble which made Hannibal chuckle in turn made you angry

* “Why are you laughing!” You snapped

* “My love, I’ve known for a while about your strength you haven’t been very good about hiding it you know.”

* You blinked a couple times as he wiped some tears away “y-you knew?”

* “Of course dear, now why don’t you stop crying and thinking that I would judge you for something so minuscule.” He placed his hands on your cheeks again “I love you just for who you are.”

* A smile brightened up your features as Hannibal leaned in for a quick but loving kiss

* “Now, how about we have some dinner then we can do whatever you want.”

* You nodded turning in your chair, stomach fluttering with how much this man loved you

#slasher #slasher x reader #slashers #horror #halloween #sfw #house of wax #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #hannibal #nbc hannibal

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

Every time Ztarians write – jokingly or not - that Katara and Zuko’s extreme discomfort when someone suggests they are dating and their vehement denial that there are boyfriend and girlfriend are sure signs that Zuko and Katara are in love – I am so creeped out.

How can one deny a romantic interest? You agree – means you are in love. You deny – “you protest too much”, surely you are in love, you don’t react = you agree but too shy to admit you are in love, you burn down everything and storm away to the other side of the universe – of course you are in love!

Where is “no means no” and respect to Katara’s feelings?

Zuko is very straightforward in canon in this regard. He passionately denies untruth – neither Jin nor Katara are his girlfriends, and then dreamily sighs when talking about his actual girlfriend, Mai.

The jokes don't creep me out, nor do the fics in which they show the POV of either Zuko and Katara and have the character say they DO want to be in a relationship with the other but thinks would never happen, because it's all in good fun.

But the ones that INSIST those scenes could only mean Zuko and Katara like each other because they think that in real life people only deny being into someone if they ARE into that person? Those are creepy as fuck.

And yes, it's very hypocritical of the self-appointed "feminist shippers" who are always "calling out Kataang for being one-sided/inherent coersive" to then turn around and say "No means yes when it's convenient for me."

Also the Jin thing could not be more different than the situation with Katara. Zuko was out on a date with Jin, and we are given a very obvious reason as to why he's uncomfortable with the idea of them becoming a proper item: he wants to be Zuko, the proud Fire Nation prince that is gonna help his father take over the whole world, Ba Sing Se included. Jin likes Lee, the brooding guy that works in a tea-shop. He likes her, but he already made up his mind about his plans for his own life, and they simply cannot include a peasant girl from the Earth Kingdom.

Meanwhile, with Katara, there's no "larger issue." We are never given any indication that Zuko is even aware of Aang's crush on Katara, he's assuming that once the war is over IROH will be Fire Lord, and while Mai did save him at the boiling rock, we get confirmation in the finale that Zuko did not immediately assume this meant they were back together and they don't properly reconciliate until they see each other again.

And while Katara is obviously aware of her more complicated situation with Aang, she had no issue being honest with him about saying she was confused, reacting negatively when he jumps the gun and kisses her, and, more importantly, full on say that the play was wrong in stating that she only sees him as a little brother instead of a potential boyfriend.

The first time Zuko and Katara and wrongfully labeled as a couple, they aren't even embarassed, they're uncomfortable and look kinda grossed out, even sliding away from each other because ew, no. The second time they're blushing furiously - but it's because it's a direct conversation, not them watching a play that got everything wrong about not just them but their friends.

"Oh, they got embarassed" only works as "evidence" that the characters like each other when they've already done other things to suggest an interest. Most Zuko and Katara ever done was hug, something they casually did with all of their friends. Dismissing their very legitimate disgust and embarassement and trying to play it off as "further proof they like each other" is just absurd.

#anti zutara

[mrskokushibo]

Into safety

Erwin Smith x fem!reader

I NSFW I 18+ I MDNI I

Synopsis: You are the daughter of Commander Pixis and employed at the Survey Corps HQ. A dramatic course of events puts you in danger but also pushes you into Erwin's arms.

Warnings: Smut. Vaginal sex. Fingering. Loss of virginity. Very romantic sex.

A/N: Requested by the lovely @lily2003ssts

Wordcount: 3528

Masterlist

The thundering of hooves and your racing heartbeat were the only things you could hear now. Foam was gushing out of your horse’s mouth and you could feel its body tremble more and more from exhaustion. You knew that the animal would not endure much farther, the pursuit lasting for so long now. Even a fast horse like yours had limited stamina and eventually, the beast succumbed to the overwhelming fatigue, stumbling, and falling, causing dust and vegetation to spray around it. You were lucky enough to fall off without getting your horse over you, but this was also the moment you were no longer safe.

……..

As Commander Pixis’ daughter your life was a restricted one. You were under constant watch as threats against him and his family were increasing in the past few months. Even before that, you did not have much freedom, as the only daughter you were treated as the most precious person in his life. At times you felt like you were treated like a child. You had a group of girls you were allowed to hang out with, all daughters of higher officials, but they were so painfully dull. You never expressed any disdain in being around them, they were good, pious girls and you would not have the heart to offend them. So, you went along with the tea parties and gardening discussion.

But deep inside you wanted more. Warfare fascinated you, the one time you saw a titan, the rage rising within you was something you have never experienced before. You wanted to fight, become a soldier, join the Survey Corps. You were jealous, spiteful almost of the female soldiers in Wall Maria. Parading themselves in stylish uniforms, carrying their heads high with a sense of purpose and commitment to something larger and more important than themselves.

But it is not as if you were not given some chance to contribute, it just was not what you saw as meaningful. Your academic achievements were high and thus you were recommended for employment in the offices of Commander of the Survey Corps - Erwin Smith, quickly advancing to become his assistant. It was a respectable position, but most of it consisted of dull and mundane paperwork. Boring enough to make your thoughts wander in dubious directions.

Yes, you had a dirty mind. You would not mind getting ravaged by one of the handsome and fit soldiers. You were a virgin and even though you touched yourself nearly daily to the thought of fucking a muscular hunk, you knew instinctively that having an actual cock shoved in you would be something entirely different. Being surrounded by soldiers on a daily basis, but having to maintain the good girl façade was not an easy feat.

At some point at the beginning of your assignment at headquarters, you even harboured these sorts of thoughts about the Commander and you did not feel guilty for that. After all, he was honour and valour personified, a man with a kind and noble heart and the looks that would get any woman to lose her senses. However, as your work intensified and you spent more time with him, these thoughts slowly but surely disappeared to be replaced with respect and comradery.

And then one day, an order arrived at Erwin’s office: an inspection of Wall Rose in the area of Utgard Castle. There were reports of Titan sightings around the castle ruin resulting from a possible breach in a segment of the wall. Theoretically, apart from the risk of encountering Titans, the mission was straightforward enough that you felt like you could accompany the Survey Corps out in the field. It was rarely that you ever ventured outside the inner walls, so when this chance came about you could not resist the temptation. You approached Erwin and after your pleas, he reluctantly gave you permission. You made sure to choose a fast horse, just in case you would need to retreat to Wall Sina if a Titan attack would be to occur. You were excited to see the Scouts in action and be able to compose an eye-witness report. But you were soon to learn that the decision to accompany the reconnaissance was to be a fateful error on your part.

…..

Someone must have seen you, someone followed you. The pursuit commenced when you were a few hundred paces into the forest. A large group of heavily armed men, appeared from between the trees, with clear intent of attacking. The ambush was well planned as very soon, in the commotion you were separated from your men and found yourself spurring your horse to a fast gallop to get away from the smaller group of assailants that separated you from the soldiers. The chase lasted for a few kilometers and you were driven in the direction of Ragako.

The last thing you remembered was your horse stumbling and you falling off into the foliage. Several men coming virtually out of everywhere, tying you up, rough hands grabbing you…everywhere. You heard a gruff voice scorn the attackers:

‘Don’t touch her, you fools. We need her alive. Tie her up and off we go. It’s crawling of the bastard scouts around here. Let’s go.’ 

After that, you passed out.

…..

Commander Pixis received the report of you being recovered from the kidnappers on the following morning. In the commotion, the attackers made a crucial mistake. They did not take into account that the Scout formation included back guards, who arrived just after you were separated and forced into pursuit. A couple of messengers were sent back to the wall and within a short time span, the kidnappers were surrendering. Unfortunately, you were already gone. Levi Ackerman, handled the questioning of the defeated criminals and with just the right amount of innate ruthlessness, he convinced them to talk. You were taken to their lair in Ragako, they informed him, to be held there until further orders on your fate. Erwin’s men ventured out to find you and to everyone’s relief, you were indeed there, bruised, and with tattered clothing, but nevertheless alive.

The assailants and you were brought to the inner garrison and the interrogations of the kidnappers began almost immediately. Your father was told you were in the safe custody and care of the Survey Corps, something that immediately put him at ease. He trusted Erwin and his people completely.

……

You opened your eyes only to see Commander Erwin Smith sitting next to you. An immediate feeling of safety and relief flushed through you.

He was sitting at his desk flipping through a thick stack of documents. The pale blue of his eyes lit up by the warm glow of the gas lantern on his desk. With a calm and focused expression, he seemed immersed in his work. As always you could not help but admire his dedication to the Survey Corps, even late at night he would not let up on his duties.

You shifted where you were lying down and sat up, still drowsy from the long sleep and sedatives you were given by the medical staff. He noticed your movement and put away the papers looking straight at you.

‘How are you feeling y/n?’

‘I am alive, a little sore from the fall, but nothing major, so I guess that is a good thing.’

You responded. You were hesitant to ask him, but you needed to know, as you were well aware of what was so often done to women under such circumstances.

‘Did they…hurt me? Sorry… I am embarrassed to ask, but did they do things to me?’

Erwin shook his head with his usual serious expression.

‘No, luckily, no such thing happened.’

You nodded and sat in silence for a moment while he got up to fill up a glass of water to give to you. You accepted the water and gulped down the contents in one go. He sat down next to you on the bed and the two of you continued your silence. But your predicament was now making you extra sensitive, tearing down your otherwise so tough and professional façade, tears started to roll down your eyes and soon you were shaking uncontrollably in an outpour of shame and regret.

‘I am so sorry, Erwin. This was all my fault, my fault that some of our men lost their lives. I should have known better, I am not a trained soldier, I should have known my place and sat here at the office like the girl I am.’

Rage was slowly added to your outburst and you kept on ranting

‘I hated myself for so long for being useless, for not being a man, needed to prove myself and here we are, a result of my reckless egotistic wishes. I did not want to live like a sheltered upper-class girl. It was a prison, believe me, and at times I was losing my will to live. If only I was trained in combat, all this calamity could have been avoided.’

For a moment he was completely silent, his head hanging down and his gaze fixed on the floorboards beneath him. Then suddenly, he hugged you and stammered:

‘If you were mine, I would never let that happen. Having someone like you locked up, like an exotic bird, is cruelty. Justified, yet cruel. I would keep you safe, make sure no one would ever harm you, yet let you have your freedom to live to your full potential. Just as I got to.’

You buried your head in his chest and the warmth of him made you remember all the indecent thoughts you used to harbour for him. Without any consideration for consequences, you placed your hand on his thigh. The light touch awakened him as he gently put his hand on your cheeks and tilted your head toward him. He looked you deep in the eye, the blue so gentle and ferocious at the same time. He leaned toward you and placed the gentlest of kisses on your lips only to pull away nearly directly without fulfilling the kiss.

‘I am sorry I don’t know what has gotten into me. I…’

but before he managed to finish, you kissed him back, this time he did not pull away, but instead held you tighter as the kiss deepened and your tongues explored each other’s mouths.

‘Take me, now…’ you whispered.

He looked at you as in deep thought. He had his suspicions but did not wish to insult you, yet his practical nature urged him to be sure of your condition:

‘Have you done this before?’ He asked.

‘No, no, I have not. I am still a virgin. I have…played with myself, but that’s about it. ‘

For a moment you thought his eyes darkened. And you were not wrong. The sudden onslaught of lust he felt when the thought of being your first, claiming ownership of your sex was powerful enough to erase any sense of restraint or pragmatism.

You could not wait any longer, the longing to experience a man’s touch on you was overwhelming your senses. You started to take his shirt off, button by button, revealing a broad, toned chest, you slid your hands under the opened fabric. You then took off the cotton tunic you were dressed in by the paramedics, exposing yourself entirely to his adoring gaze. But when you moved your hands to his groin to unzip his trousers, he stopped your movement.

‘No, not yet. You need to be more…prepared for that.’ He whispered.

He then shoved himself backward on the bed and spread his legs, guiding you to sit between them with your back to him. He helped you lean yourself fully on his chest. He was kissing your neck lightly and stroking your hair, pulling gently on the strands, and massaging your shoulders. You were trembling under his touch, a man’s touch you have never experienced before. He wanted nothing else but to ravage you here and now, fuck you like a savage and make you his in an instant, but he was too disciplined and considerate of your condition to allow himself that. Instead, he was planning on going slow, prepping you, making you wet enough to accept manhood for the very first time in your life, his manhood, of all.

A hand was now making its way down your neckline and toward your breast. You never expected it to feel so good, the warmth of a large calloused hand, the touch sending small flashes of electrical impulse for every new part of you it reached. When his hands were finally on your breasts, he cupped them gently at first, just a handful, but oh so enough for him. He then increased the pressure, kneading them and teasing your nipples only so lightly. You understood this was a sensitive part of your body, but you did not expect it to be this sensitive, the pleasant sensation was now spreading down to your sex and your already wet pussy was starting to overflow. A sudden light pinch to one nipple and you were arching your back in pleasure and moaning, it felt down there just like when you masturbated, only without anyone touching you there yet... He kept on playing with your nipple knowing that this will prep you well, send you very close to your release, close enough for his fingers to only seal the job.

He decided it was time and started sliding his free hand down your belly, at last reaching your groin. You were so much smaller than him, cradled in his embrace that it took no effort for him to comfortably reach between your legs. To begin with, he put his large hand on your crotch and pressed gently down without opening the soft, wet lips yet. You moaned loudly, that felt just so good, and how much better was it about to get if he was to start touching you properly?  He kept on massaging like this for a while driving you mad in anticipation and when his finger finally started to spread your labia and press on the slick-covered space in between them, your moaning became loud and throaty. You were now entirely at his mercy; the world around you stopped and you were losing control of yourself.

Placing a soft kiss on your cheek he then nudged your face lightly with his nose and pressed his cheek to yours. The softness of this gesture together with his fingers increasing the pressure between your labia was dizzying. You could feel the rough texture of his calloused fingers, every joint and crease was merging into your own flesh, sinking into your gradually swelling genitals. You never imagined the sensation of a man’s touch to be this heavenly. He was gradually adding more fingers to his action, spreading your labia, massaging up and down, and slowly but surely approaching your clit. He did not insert any fingers into your pussy. He did not want to break the barrier like that in case he lost control and his long fingers ventured in too deep. Instead, he put full focus on your clit and labia.

You were now at a point where your arousal felt like a tightly closed vessel overfilling with water. Any minute now, you were about to burst. You started arching your back and moaning loudly when he finally put full pressure on your clit. He was rubbing it in a circular motion while still working on the full length of your folds, rubbing up and down at a rhythmic and steadily increasing pace. When he flicked your clit and started rubbing it even harder, you finally burst out into an orgasm. You started to scream, but luckily, he managed to hush you with a gentle but firm hand over your mouth. Neither of you could afford the embarrassment of being caught like this. Your body was shaking and the entire depth of your inner muscle was spasming beyond control, making your body shake and convulse almost, expelling your cum onto his hand and soaking the sheets underneath you. All the while you were fully leaning onto his chest and now it felt like you were sinking into him, you never wanted to leave this safety.

He was stroking your head gently before helping you lie down and shifting himself to kneel between your legs that you were now shamelessly spreading wide for him. You were staring into his eyes, staring at his toned chest, and watched with anticipation as he started to remove his belt and trousers. When he bared himself to you fully, you bit your lip at the sight of his perfect, large manhood. His cock was pale and straight with a little bush of straw blonde hair above the bottom of the girthy shaft. You swallowed.

*How was that supposed to fit? * you thought,

As if in response to your thoughts, he started talking.

‘Are you ready, y/n? I promise to be gentle. It may sting a little when I enter but try to take deep breaths and you will see that it will be fine eventually.’

His fingers were now again between your labia, rubbing and circling around your opening. You were now both completely silent, you trusted him blindly, and he knew not to do anything to hurt you. He placed one stretched-out arm next to your chest and with the other hand, positioned the tip of his cock at your drenched entrance, you were so wet that lubrication was not an issue. Securing the stability of his position down there, he then placed his other arm next to you and leaned over you, supported on his stretched-out arms.

He then levered his hips inwards toward you and started to enter. The thick member was stretching out every inch and your clamping muscles were clenching on it, as if trying to devour it whole. His slow movement was making you delirious, warm streams of pleasure surging out of your crotch to your entire body, fogging up your brain, making him the centre of your world, your one and only, nothing else making sense or mattering much at this very moment.

And then it came, the delicate snap of the final barrier separating you from becoming a fulfilled woman. There was a sting, but very light and some blood ran down his penis, but as he kept pushing into you the savage pleasure of the exerted friction overpowered any discomfort you briefly felt. You felt him bottom out, the visceral sensation of so many sensitive spots inside you stimulated all at once. He gave you a serious look and you nodded in response. There was an unwritten understanding between you, a communion of bodies so divine in its perfection. He was inside your body, but he was also inside your soul now, your hearts slowly melting into one while the carnal act was sending you both to the threshold of ultimate pleasure.

He was moving now, his strong hips pumping into you, the friction increasing every time your inner muscles clenched down on his cock. You were getting close again, you were starved for this for so many years, that your arousal was almost feral. He was increasing his pace and his eyes were growing darker, even in your wildest fantasies you could not imagine seeing him like this.

‘Erwin, I am coming!’

you moaned when a second orgasm swept though you, like a wave of a raging ocean, flushing away any worries of the outside world. You were in bliss, almost limp, while he was chasing his own climax. Your pussy still clenching and swollen from the fucking was making him delirious in pleasure and he was now about to lose control.

His thrusts became harder and less rhythmic and when he climaxed his abs contracted making him lean forward, his hips pumping out all of his warm semen into you, painting your inner walls and filling you up to the brim. His brawny chest was covered in sweat and in the pale light, he looked like a sculpture of an angel. He collapsed on top of you, kissing your neck and exhaling heavily. When he recovered somewhat, he rolled on his back taking you with him. Your head was resting on his wide chest, your legs tucked between his, and his large arms wrapped around your back.

At this moment in heaven, you did not need words to communicate. Your hearts were beating in unison, your bodies and souls connected. Your instincts were telling you, that the bond that started to form between you was unbreakable. This was the fulfillment of your dreams, the love of a man not only passionate about his calling but also able to express carnal passion in a way you never thought could feel so amazing. You knew that he was the one, noble, gentle, and strong. Heck, even your father would approve of your love for Erwin. You were slowly sinking into sleep, drifting away in the warmth of his embrace. And this indeed was what safety felt like.

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Beginning of The End

⇴ pairing: toxic bf!choi jongho x gn!reader

⇴ genre: angst

⇴ words: 1.1k

⇴ warnings: fighting, mentions of alcohol, jongho is drunk

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This fic does NOT represent my thoughts about Choi Jongho, nor portray his actual character in real life. This is fanfiction only.

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Another party. Another night filled with drunken sorority kids, couples fucking in random rooms, and the occasional sound of throwing up (not always in the bathroom). You didn’t want to be there. To be quite honest… you never wanted to be there. But you always did. For Jongho.

Jongho, your boyfriend of 8 months, asked you almost every week to come to these stupid parties. Or should you say, begged. You always gave in, too much of a people pleaser to say no. And yet each and every time you went to these parties, you were stuck in the same chair by the kitchen island. The one next to the wall, to be precise, knowing that most people won’t bother you there.

So here you are, yet again, sitting on the slightly wobbly chair, nursing your beer that tastes like ass. Jongho is who knows where, probably playing his millionth round of beer pong, promising his buddies the next round will be the time that he wins. He never does. You know he never does cause the entire night he complains about how close he was to winning.

Your entire relationship was… complicated. You loved him, at least you told yourself you did. But it was constant fighting. Mostly about insignificant things, such as him not doing the dishes, him brushing you off in public spaces, or only making dinner for himself. But some of it was larger, like his blatant lack of respect for your boundaries, or the two times you caught him flirting with other girls.

You honestly tried to let it go, especially when he reassures you that he loves you more than anything in this world. You know it’s not healthy to be in this relationship. But you just can’t let go of the person he used to be, back in the beginning of this relationship. He was loving, caring, and respectful. Maybe that was all just a show.

You brush off your heavy thoughts, focusing on your drink. By the time an hour went by, you had to pee. The journey through the house was difficult, squeezing your way around a few make out sessions. By the time you reached the bathroom, it was occupied. Great, you thought. A few knocks went by, nothing. You were about to walk away when it abruptly opened, showing a disheveled girl, and your boyfriend behind her.

It wasn’t hard to guess what they were doing, or about to do. Tears welled up in your eyes, knowing he actually just cheated on you. I mean, yeah he’s flirted with girls, but you believed his excuses. Even when you shouldn’t have. But there’s no excusing his way out of this one. Not this time.

You immediately rush to the door, hoping to just get away. You can hear the sound of him running on the wood floors, spurring you to move faster out the door. You rush towards your car, thanking the heavens you drove tonight. There’s no way he could’ve caught up to you before you opened the door. And yet he did. Before you could even get to the handle, he stepped in front of you, blocking your way.

“Baby please-,” he begged, desperation in his voice. You wouldn’t have it though, “No, Jongho,” you spit back at him, “No more excuses.” His eyes grew wide. He knew. He knew the game was over. That everything was falling apart. That he couldn’t string you along for any longer. Excuses wouldn’t work on you anymore.

“Y/n…”, he tried one last time. “Enough! No more Jongho,” anxiety building up in your chest, confrontation being something you’ve avoided for so long. “I will not let you treat me like trash.” And that was it. You quickly pushed his dejected body out of the way, far enough so you could get in your car. He could find a ride with the girl he was just making out with, or the countless girls he’d probably made out with previously.

The ride back to your place was a mess, eyes blurry from the tears in your eyes. You almost had to pull over a few times. There’s no reason to even be crying over him, you should’ve know it was going to be like this sooner or later. There were warning signs. You were holding onto a person that wasn’t there anymore. The old Jongho was gone.

The old Jongho would’ve said everything is gonna be alright. He would’ve taken you home as soon as you asked. He would’ve been a gentleman. By the time you got home, it was dead silent outside. Your phone read 2:49 am. The thought of not getting enough sleep before work already gave you the beginnings of a headache. It only spurred you to move faster into bed, drowning out the thoughts of Jongho.

When you woke up the next morning, your phone buzzed with texts and missed calls, all from Jongho. You shouldn’t be surprised, he does this every time he needs to reel you back in. But it won’t work this time. You move out of your room with your towel, headed for the shower. There’s always a feeling of stickiness the day after those parties.

You can’t help but think back to all the times Jongho has done you wrong. Small or large, he continuously broke your trust and stepped over your boundaries. Your chest tightened at the thought of him with another girl. You gave him everything. Whether it be your love, time, or even body. He was your first everything. He knew how much you meant to him. You obviously meant nothing to him, you argued in your head.

Never would you have thought that it would end up like this, crying in the shower over a stupid guy who treated you like trash. A couple years ago you would’ve said you’d never put up with someone like him. You’d never let that kind of behavior slide. But once you’re stuck in it… once you’ve fallen head over heels, it’s over. It took the worst of the worst for you to finally realize how much he didn’t care.

That’s the thing about men like him, they lure you in with promises and love, only to rip it away once you get comfortable. They put on a show, then take off the mask when you least expect it. Once you get out of the shower, you head over to your lit up phone. You were expecting more begging, maybe a half assed apology. But no.

The top message read: You can’t leave me Y/n. I won’t let that happen. You’re mine.

To be continued…

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