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tatake-jeager · 2 years

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— 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 —

➢ pairing. Gojo Satoru x fem.reader

➢ content. elevator, enemies to lovers, straight seggs, fem.on top, orgasm, riding, exploring fantasies.

➢ a/n: rough seggs and dirty talk with Gojo? Yes please.

"What the fuck?" You cursed as the elevator came to an abrupt stop. You had looked at the display and knew they were somewhere between the 7th and 8th floor. "Shit. I don't have time for this." You muttered as you stared at the display.

There was only one red light on the emergency button. Everything else seemed to have turned off.

"Neither have i." A voice stated behind you.

You jumped in surprise. You had been so focused on your tablet that you had almost forgotten that Gojo was there. It was a miracle really. His manly scent and strong aura were difficult to ignore.

He could make you moisten your panties just by looking at you, but at the same time, he constantly rubbed you up the wrong way, making you growl when you really wanted to purr. You looked around. There was no one else in the elevator beside you or Gojo Great. Just fucking great.

"Press the red button!" He ordered.

Just that ordering you about always made you annoyed. "Press it yourself." You countered.

"Life would be a lot easier if you just did what you were told once in awhile." Gojo said with a frown.

"Well, excuse me for not believing being stuck in an elevator with you a favorite fantasy of mine." You said ironically.

"It should be." He grinned that wide smile that seemed to work on all the other women that worked in Jujutsu Tech, landing him more than enough bed mates if he ever bothered to look.

You had vowed never to become one of them, which meant that you had to hold on to your anger, giving him verbal spikes for every comment that he threw in your direction. The best solution had been to stay far away from him and you preferred that over getting into verbal disputes with the him. Your body heated up and tried to persuade your brain to attack him with some other parts of your body instead of your tongue.

"Whatever." You pressed the red button hard and started stamping your foot.

You hoped the security had better listened because you wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Gojo grabbed his phone and called someone. That seemed to work a lot better than the red button."Hey Nanami." He said. "We're stuck in the elevator. Get us out before the lady faints."

You snorted loudly. As if you would do anything that stupid.

"Which floor are we at?" He asked you.

"Between 7 and 8."

Gojo relayed that information to Nanami before he hung up. You wished Nanami was stuck with you instead of this blue eyed sorcerer.

"The calvary is on their way." Gojo said and sat on the floor of the elevator.

"I'm more concerned why no one answers this damn panic button." You said. "There's no use in panicking when no one will bother to save you."

"Feel free to panic all you like." Gojo giggled.

"As if!" You huffed.

"I can save you. Don't worry."

You laughed. "That's exactly why I'm not panicking. Why would i panic when the greatest sorcerer, Gojo Satoru is with me." You looked down at him.

"Yes." Gojo snapped his fingers. "That's what I've always liked about you."

"Don't go there, Satoru." You warned and gave him a hard look.

"But i like you, my angel." He said sweetly as if he was calming an angry dog.

"Oh, just shut up and spare me the routine." You rolled your eyes.

"What routine?" Gojo tilted his head to the side.

"The 'let me talk you into my bed' routine. Just stop it.....I'm sick of it."

"Sick?" Gojo looked at you with more confusion.

"As in I'm about to vomit."

"Nothing wrong with a little flirtation." He smiled.

You looked at the ceiling and turned away from him. "Have they fallen asleep or what?" You banged the elevator door. "Hey! Get me out of here?!!"

"We're working on it." You heard Nanami say from far away. The thick walls in the elevator dampened all the sounds.

"How long will it take?" Gojo yelled out.

"About an hour or more." Nanami answered.

You sighed. You knew exactly what that meant. The fire department were probably busy and they couldn't skip a burning house over two people stuck in an elevator. "You're a sorcerer, aren't you?" You turned to Gojo. "Can't you make us disappear or something?"

"I can," Gojo rubbed his chin. "but i don't want to."

You groaned and turned back to face the door. "Could things possibly get any worse." You mummbled.

"Sure, they can.... Do you need to pee?" Gojo asked.

"What kind of question is that? No, i don't want to pee." You hissed. "Do you?"

"Not yet, but when we do, we should decide which corner of the elevator to use."

You just stared at him, totally flabbergasted. "Not happening. Just keep it in the pants, buddy!"

"It's not wise to ignore your bodily needs for too long." He stated.

"Huh?! Normal people control their urges with their brain. You should try that." You flung at him. "Can't believe the great sorcerer uses his brain like a dumb duck."

"Ouch." Gojo winced. "Or perhaps, you should listen to what your body wants?"

"I'm not peeing in front of you, Gojo. Drop it."

"I was thinking about what other fun things we could do while we're waiting."

"I don't want to hear this."

"Running away again?" He grinned at you, before making a show of staring at the walls surrounding you both. "Oh, wait. You can't run. Excellent. For once, you will actually have to stay and talk to me."

"No i don't. I can just close my ears and ignore you." You said and turned your back to him.

You heard him shuffle at the other end of the elevator and he sighed contently. You couldn't resist peeking at him and noticed that he had sat down on the floor. He looked up your legs as if he was trying to peek underneath the hem of your skirt. You grabbed the hem and pulled it down, almost dropping your tablet at the same time.

"Why don't you sit down and relax? We're in for a long wait."

You hesitated. His legs were so long that he blocked most of the floor. You could either sit beside him or opposite him. Opposite was more tempting, but you noticed that the floor was more dirty on that side. You didn't want to get your clothes soiled.

Gojo seemed to read your mind.

"You can sit on top of me." He offered. "Then you won't get stains on your skirt."

"No, i can't." You said.

"Can't or won't?"

"Both."

"I promise. I won't bite."

He could promise all he liked. Even though he was blindfolded, you could tell that there were a lot of other things that he wanted to do besides biting.

"You're that desperate, huh?" You flung at him. "Not getting anything these days?"

"I can be patient." Gojo said warmly. "When there's something i really want, and I've learned that sometimes the ones that are difficult to handle are worth the wait."

"Sounds more like abstinence if you ask me. You know, a good psychiatrist could probably help you with your addiction."

"What addiction?" He looked at you.

"The conquering and plundering."

Gojo laughed. "That's instinct. Not a medical disease."

"If you say so...Most addicts deny they have a problem when everybody else sees it clearly."

"I love your legs," he countered. "and your habit of wearing short skirts."

"Huh?"

"If you come a little closer, i can see the color of panties as well. Or aren't you wearing any?"

"Gojo." You called. "Why don't we discuss about Sukuna being stuck in Itadori's body." You suggested.

"I bet you have a white underwear in a matching color." He ignored you.

"And how many lives will be lost to Mahito if you keep sitting here?" You tried again.

"Todo and the rest will take care of it. Besides, they can manage without me."

"You can teleport right now and go save people." You sighed.

"Nope. I'd prefer to leave through the elevator door. Right now, I'm stuck in an elevator with a beautiful woman. Only a braindead man would prefer to work when we can strip down and fuck hard while waiting."

"You've seen too may porn movies."

"I have a vivid imagination," Gojo corrected. "but right now, i prefer to see if your breasts are as large as i think they are."

"Sorry to disappoint you, Satoru. Push up bra with extra padding." You grinned at him before you could stop yourself.

"Why?"

"For the same reason that men wear shoulder pads and stuff socks into their trunks."

Gojo laughed again. "I don't." He said. "I have no need to exaggerate anything. I'm already large."

You sighed. "Too much information. I'm not interested."

"You are hurting my ego to say that." He chuckled. "Now i have to prove myself."

"No, no, you don't. As i said, I'm not interested and i don't want to see more of you than i have to." You sighed before sitting down opposite of him. You didn't care whether you got dirty. As long as you didn't touch him. He might take it as an invitation.

"Here." Gojo brought out a face towel from his pocket. "Sit on this so you won't get your skirt dirty."

You thanked him and accepted his gift. You rose on your knees and placed the face towel underneath your backside, before sitting back down again.

"Why won't you sit next to me?" He asked.

"I'm fine over here." You answered.

"Give me the real reason." He insisted.

"Do i look like an octopus?" You asked.

"No." Gojo stared at you in wonder.

"Good. Because if i was, i would be clinging to you."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Your question is impertinent and don't require an answer."

"Impertinent?" He laughed. "I've never heard that before."

"Look it up. I'm sure Google can explain it to you."

"Belittling my intelligence will not help you, woman."

"Look, Gojo. We're stuck here, but that doesn't mean that we have to engage in polite conversation for that hour. I prefer reading my emails." You said and grabbed your tablet.

"Sad. I can think of a lot of other and more interesting way to spend my time than working." He said. "Emails are boring."

You tried to ignore him, but the sudden rustling of his clothes made you lift your eyes and watch him. He had taken off his uniform and was in the process of unbuttoning his inner shirt.

"Satoru. What are you doing?" You asked with eyes wide open.

"Getting more comfortable. It's warm in here." He answered.

"No it's not."

"Come closer and cool me down then."

"Don't undress completely. Nanami and the rest will be here soon."

"I'm sure they've seen a naked man before."

"Naked? Are you out of your mind?"

"I'm sweating." Gojo stated. "You're also sweating. Just remove a few layers of your clothes and you'll feel better."

You tried using your hand to fan yourself. It wasn't helpful at all. "We're probably stuck beside the central heating system."

"It won't kill to remove some clothes." Gojo reminded you.

"I can manage."

"Oh well, it's your decision. I thought women were hysterical about sweating during the day."

You cringed. Were you stinking of sweat already? That was embarrassing. You tried to check yourself, but you could not smell your armpit while Gojo stared at you. He seemed terribly amused by your expression.

"Don't worry. You don't smell bad. Yet." His grin was much wider than you appreciated. Still, there was nothing else to do. You shrugged off your cardigan and decided to take off your stockings as well. You were wearing a pantyhose which meant that you had to lift your skirt up to your waist to remove it. You looked over at Gojo. He seemed to have understood your dilemma.

"Don't let me stop you." He teased you.

"Oh for heaven's sake, Gojo. Can't you just close your eyes and be a gentleman for once?"

"Hah! This is probably all the fun I'll get out of this, so I'm enjoying the show."

"There won't be any show. I'll just remove my pantyhose."

"Hmm. Everyone will suspect we did a lot more."

"If so, they have a boring life and too much imagination."

"You don't have a favorite elevator fantasy?" Gojo asked.

"None that i care to share with you."

"Oh come on, sweetheart. Enlighten me."

You snorted.

"Or, try to shock me." He said as if he doubted your ability to do that."

"Why don't you tell me your fantasy first?" You looked at him.

"Nope. You probably know that already." He crossed his arms.

"Try me."

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Gojo smiled.

He was taunting you. Trying to make you play his game. You wanted to ignore him but at the same time, it lurked at the back of your mind that it would be much more fun to shock him. Torment him like he was tormenting you. You got up on your feet and yanked up your skirt before grabbing your pantyhose and pushing it down your thighs.

"My favorite fantasy is to be taken against the wall." You started. "Legs spread wide as my lover lifts me and fucks me deep."

You rolled your pantyhose down passed your knees and leaned your right hand against the wall as you pulled the fabric away from your left leg. You glaced over to Gojo. He stared at you, mouth slightly opened as he took in your naked legs, following them upwards to your panties.

"My second favorite fantasy is to straddle my lover, taking him deep inside as i ride him hard."

You pulled the pantyhose away from your other leg and placed it over your cardigan on the floor. You pulled your skirt down to cover your panties.

"Would you like to hear my third fantasy, Satoru?" You asked.

"Huh? What?" He seemed to have lost his ability to speak clearly as his voice sounded hoarse.

"I'll take that as a yes." You grinned at him. "My third fantasy involves being taken against my will, bent over and all the pleasure being forced upon me. Now, does that shock you?" You asked before sitting down, unbuttoning your blouse.

"Shit." Gojo wheezed. "Are you taking that off?"

"Yes."

You had his attention now. There was no doubt about that. He stared as you unbuttoned your blouse and revealed the tank top underneath. You smiled at him. It was childish to try and beat him at his own game, but you couldn't resist the temptation.

"Any hope of you wanting to live out those fantasies?" Gojo questioned.

"No."

"Why not?"

"You're not my type, Gojo. Sorry," Your words seemed to have the desired effect. He was scowling at you."but you can tell me about your fantasy. It seems we have plenty of time to kill."

"Getting bored, are you?"

"Absolutely."

"I can't tell you my fantasy." He stated. "But i can show you."

"Hm, interesting...but i won't bite."

"You won't dare to. I know. You're too nervous around me. I understand."

You didn't like the sound of that at all. He thought he had you pinned, didn't he?

"And what if you were too nervous. What would i do?" You asked.

"You would sit on my lap and let me kiss you." Gojo answered.

"Is that all?" You wanted to be sure.

"Yes. That's my fantasy. Nothing more."

You stared at him. You had thought he would have gone for more X-rated group fantasy involving him and a few women.

"You must have other colorful fantasies." You smiled.

"I prefer living, not dreaming about it." Gojo let out a laugh.

"That explains why you have a new girlfriend every week."

"Actually." He paused. "I don't change that often."

"They flock around you." You stated.

"That doesn't mean that i accept their offers."

"So you're not attached?"

"Not at the moment, no. Are you?"

You laughed. He had no idea who he was asking. You were the most single person around. Hopeless at relationships and even more hopeless with understanding men.

"No attachment right now." You said, not wanting him to know how long it had been since your last boyfriend dumped you.

You didn't want to think about it, but it must have been 6 months or something. Half of the year has passed since someone had wanted to touch you. It was a long time ago. Too long.

It meant that Gojo was an even bigger temptation than he would normally be; teasing you with the fantasy of a quickie inside the elevator with one of the hottest man you knew. You looked at him, taking in his open shirt and the abs he was revealing.

"Will you open your shirt more?" You asked before you managed to stop yourself.

Gojo pulled his shirt trails aside, allowing you to see his muscular chest. You should have known that such a stunning man would look just as stunning beneath his clothes.

"Can i touch you." You asked confidently.

Gojo held his arms out to you. "Feel free."

You were amazed. Maybe there were some benefits to being stuck in an elevator with Gojo after all. You walked over to him and sat down beside him on your knees. Your head was at the level of his shoulders, still he felt a lot taller and broader than you.

You placed your hand on his naked chest and stroke it across his chest, taking in his hardened skin before moving them up to his nipples. You watched as he sucked in air in a large whoosh and you saw his nipples tightening.

It could not be from the cold, so you suspected that it was his sexual awareness making him respond. You moved your hand across his chest. It made it feel forbidden and more tempting at the same time. The most powerful jujutsu sorcerer just allowing you to touch him.

"What was that fantasy of yours again?" You asked hoarsely.

"You straddling me and kissing me." Gojo smiled.

You climbed onto his lap, straddling him as you pushed your skirt up to your waist; that made it easier for you to spread your legs.

"Where would you like to be kissed, Satoru?" You asked.

Gojo placed his hand on your chin and tilted it up slightly. He leaned closer and placed his lips on yours. You opened your mouth in surprise and placed your hands behind his neck, holding him as he deepened the kiss.

After a while, he let go of your lips and you leaned against his shoulder, listening to the sound of his beating heart as it pounded against your ear. You could feel his hard body underneath you and the bulge in his pants was pressing even more insistently against your pussy.

You rubbed yourself against him; you couldn't resist the temptation and you could feel all your body heat up. Your lower regions felt as if they were flooding with wet warmth, obviously preparing your body if the need should arise. You wanted and needed it, but you knew that you couldn't resist the temptation.

Still, having him close made you long to just go with the flow. For once in your life, you just wanted to do what you knew was wrong. Get naked with a man that would not stay and experience the best fuck you had ever had.

It might be that he couldn't live up to the rumors that you'd heard about him, but you doubted that was the case. You would probably never get such an opportunity again.

"How about fulfilling my fantasy as well?" You questioned.

"Which one." Gojo caressed your cheek.

"Me on top."

"Gladly!" He said as he pushed your skirt further up.

You placed your hands on his pants and tried to open them. He helped and soon, his cock was free from the constraints as you pushed his trunks further down.

"Your turn." He said as he pulled at your panties.

You lifted yourself and pulled them off before you returned to his lap. He pulled out a package of condoms and sheathed himself. You helped him roll the rubber halfway down his long cock. He was larger than what you were used to and as you placed your hands around his shaft, you wondered if you would be able to take him without feeling pain. No matter what, you were desperate to give it a try. You straddled him and lifted your body on to your knees while you steered yourself into position.

You grabbed his cock and placed it against your sex lips. You lowered yourself as he leaned towards you and lifted your breasts up from your bra. He took your nipple into his mouth and started sucking. You moaned and felt your body heating up even more.

You lowered yourself on to his erect flesh and you felt him push his way inside you. You arched your back, trying to make it easier to take his wide shaft. He slid hand down to your clit and started rubbing you, gently and circling your nub before pushing directly at it.

"Fuck." You shivered in excitement and closed your eyes to enjoy the feeling more. You lifted and sank down on to him, taking him deeper. You could hear him breathing harder, feeling his hands on your waist as he directed your movements.

"Am i going to slow for you?" You asked teasingly.

Gojo laughed. "I'm not complaining. It just feels so good."

He lowered his head towards you and kissed you. The touch made you melt against him; heat streaming from your body and meeting his every nerve ending inside you seemed to ignite and burn just by having him near you.

You took in his manly scent, wondering how he could feel so right and wild at the same time. As if he was some wild manly creature that you longed to tame and keep in your bed. Oh yes, now, that was definitely a fantasy that would torment your sleep from now on.

He tasted so much better than you had ever imagined and combined with his hard cock inside you. You could not prevent yourself from tensing all your inner muscles around him as you took him deeper than before.

"You're so fucking tight." Gojo hissed.

You could feel him press against your womb and you retreated quickly, lifting yourself slightly up while he protested your evacuation. He breathed heavily and you could hear his groan as you tightened your inner muscles again, making the fit even tighter around his hard flesh.

"Oh shit." He burst out. "I can't hold back much longer."

You stopped moving, holding yourself still as you breathed deeply. You wanted to keep him inside, wanted to prolong the sensation for as long as possible, but an elevator was perhaps not the best place to fuck.

You wanted to brand his body. You wanted him to take you home and fuck you again, but this time, without the limitation and the risk of being seen. You could feel your body preparing for the last hurdle, knowing that your orgasm was within easy reach. You only needed a slight stimulation to your breast or clit and then you would set off.

"Gojo...touch me...please." You moaned as you pushed his hand over your clit.

He chuckled. "Whatever you want, baby" he leaned his head back, revealing the grimace on his face as he desperately tried to hold back his release.

You knew he did it for you. To ensure that you were as equally satisfied by the encounter you both had. You were pleasantly surprised that he cared. No wonder he was so popular, you thought.

You started to ride him harder, leaning forward as you kissed his neck and held your arms around his shoulders.

Gojo rubbed your clit harder and your orgasm overwhelmed you instantly. You pushed your lips against his chest to hide the sound of your scream.

"Just like that, baby girl." He groaned as he moved his hands to your waist again and used his strength to keep up your riding, fucking himself up and into you as he roared quietly.

You fell limp against him, holding yourself up by clinging to his shoulders.

Then you both started laughing.

"Oh my god." You giggled as you kissed him.

"You sure know how to keep a man entertained." Gojo smiled at you.

"Likewise." You said. "Do you think anyone heard?"

"No. These walls seem to muffle all the sounds. We should probably get dressed before Nanami and the rest arrives."

You lifted yourself away from his semi-hard cock, feeling a large amount of your own liquid seep out of your body at the same time.

"Oh." You said as you put your panties back on. It was still too warm to redress completely, but you both covered the most basic parts. "How do i look?" You asked Gojo.

"Like you've just had a good time." He grinned at you. "You should fix your hair a little more." He pushed your hair behind your ear.

The gesture felt so intimate as you took his scent. You wanted him again. No doubt about that. The playful bantering was so much more interesting than how they usually behave.

"You have buttoned it wrong." You laughed as you pointed to his shirt.

He smiled and tried to fix it. You reached for him and started helping him. He stood patiently before you as he let you do it.

"When we get out of here, would you like to try out your other fantasies with me?" Gojo asked, tempting you with his offer. "I seem to recall that we still have two left.

"Gladly. My place or yours?"

"Mine is closer."

At the same time, you heard some shuffling outside, indicating that help had arrived. You pulled down your skirt and gave Gojo another lingering kiss.

The elevator started working again and soon enough, you got to see the light again. Nanami kept looking at you before moving his eyes to Gojo.

"Thanks for the help, Nanami." Gojo wrapped his hand around Nanami's shoulders.

"You should consider your location before doing something inappropriate, Gojo." Nanami said.

Gojo watched as you walked away, acting as if nothing happened. "It doesn't hurt to have a little fun, Nanami." Gojo patted Nanami's shoulders before walking away.

He had to made sure you lived your fantasies.

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reginarubie · 2 years

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Hi! I wanted to ask you if you know of the movie The Last Unicorn or the book? I feel that there's a inspiration or something regarding Daenerys, even if it's superficial.

Ciao anon!,

Tbh I never seen either the movie nor read the book, but my bf read the book and since he loves Daenerys character, I asked him if there might be some superficial or not inspiration for it; obviously (*le fond sigh*) he went overboard, went straight to his childhood home (at six in the morning, good thing his parents are away on vacation or he'd have woken them up) to get it from his old room so that we may read it together (tho we've not started yet, we will after we've finished the current book we're reading together) but he has walked me through what he remembers of the plot and — and I will expand on this once we've read the book — I think at least superficially something might be afoot indeed.

Then I looked quickly for the movie, and might I say... something is definitely afoot... I mean...c'mon!

At the very least aesthetically some influence might have happened. If I have understood it correctly the young woman is the form the unicorn takes when it turns human — pale skin, graceful and beautiful, lithe, with purple eyes and silver hair — the similarities are striking at the very least.

From what my bf told me of the plot it's... complicated, but the similarities are there.

And a couple of things immediately struck my curiosity. So, this unicorn lives alone in a magic (lilac?) forest and some hunters taunt her about her being the last of her kind and she grows worried and leaves her home (which was an enchanted forest that defended its inhabitants) to start searching for other unicorns and she discovers mankind has forgotten what an unicorn is and in her place they just see a beautiful mare, then she meets a butterfly (which speaks in riddles?) that tells her, her people (unicorns) are alive and just herded somewhere else by the Red Bull (hm... okay I will return to this later, but this gives me so much food for thought). So, this unicorn goes through a bit of a deal of things... like she gets captured by a carnival and she's the only mythical creature (with an harpy??????), she manages to get freed by the only man who sees her for what she is and the capturer is killed by the beasts they had captured and displayed.

Anyway, the unicorn and the man who saw her for what she was continue their quest to the Red Bull. Then there talk of a child of prophecy that some dude abandoned in a market, but that was adopted by the very same man (a king?) who he is prophesied to conquest?

Then during a scuffle with the Red Bull the man who saved her from the carnival unwittingly changes her into a woman and they continue the quest (my bf says there was some kind of... devolvement for the unicorn, like it was startled because of mortality, but he doesn't remember really well). The point is that in human form the unicorn is courted by the boy of the prophecy, then she discovers the unicorn who are kept in the sea (????) because they make him (the king who has to be brought down by the boy) happy, but the unicorn in human form has forgotten herself and her quest.

Okay, I will hold judgment until I've read the book and saw the movie but this does sound like Daenerys' story with a couple of darker twists Martin might have made... actually...mmm I really have to read this book (I think at least five characters can actually have been bestowed this story and are going through it differently from each other— on the top of my head Daenerys, Sansa, Arianne, Cersei and Arya)

So, they manage to enter the Red Bull lair but the prince is trampled (and later revived by the unicorn who the man has changed back in its form), the unicorn fueled by the death of the prince (?) manages to force the Red Bull in the sea and free the other unicorns who return home.

The prince, now turned king, tries to follow the unicorn even against advise and they discover that the man who had abandoned the child after having found him is actually his father (????????) who abandoned him so that the prophecy could be fulfilled.

pardon me french

anyway, the unicorn returns home but she feels she's different than all others because she's known love and regret, and the story closes in on another story of a princess in need of help and the two companions of the unicorns sending her to the prince (who has now new responsibilities as king) because he is the one who will save her (which leaves open all the courtly, fantasy, quest-ly, save the princess who is coming to you for us).

Also... the unicorn once turned woman has a bleeding star on her forehead where the horn was supposed to be????, you know like the comet (bleeding star Daenerys follows convinced it is supposed to show her the way and herald the return of her children, beasts of mythology believed gone??? — which Jon ignores completely?).

Okay... this was really messy but those are the points of what my bf told me that struck me the most.

unicorn (last of her kind but really not) living alone in an enchanted forest (home) she leaves behind for a self-imposed quest —› Daenerys leaves her dreams of the red door behind to fulfill her destiny as the last dragon (her dream about Rhaegar not being the last dragon but she being it — and the truth of Jon and Aegon both still alive and thus her conviction of being the last one falls) ✅

mankind not recognizing her for what she is (a dragon) and seeing only her beauty (beautiful mare) save for one man, who at this point I believe might be some kind of sorcerer (?) —› Jorah and Dany in a nutshell without the characterization of Jorah getting the hots for a child of whom he could be a father to ✅

the prince of prophecy having been abandoned by his father to fulfill the prophecy (Rhaegar with Jon and Aegon) both children raised by another father figure (Ned and Jon C) and trying to do good by them only to inch away from them slowly (Aegon doesn't listen to Jon C and is growing out of his authority; Jon desperately trying to do right by Ned Stark but getting killed) ✅

unicorn meeting the butterfly who speaks in riddles and tells her a warning for her people —› Qaithe anyone? ✅

possible (false, not endgame) romance with said prince once the unicorn gets turned into a human —› Aegon being urged to marry Daenerys to cement his claim and gain her dragons and armies to his conquest/Jon foreshadowed to go ninja undercover in her midst ✅

She's captured by a carnival (mummer dragon... OMG is Daenerys the mummer dragon because she is like a muppet of this fate she thinks she's supposed to bring forth?, drink the wine of vengeance from the Usurper's skull?????????) and helped by an harpy (the harpy is the symbol of Meereen) left behind (like she did in the show????) ✅

The enemy is the Red Bull —› there are various things that could call back to this, a) in Braavos and on the Isle of Faces there are temples for this god, the Red Bull (and who is in Braavos right now, training with the Faceless Man and foreshadowed to be one of Dany rivals? Arya Stark! Whose parent's supposedly married on the Isle of the Faces? Jon's!) and do you know what his rites entail? (sacrifices on the thirteenth day of every month of a white calf — Daenerys marries at twelve and by thirteen she's pregnant just like a brood mare by her own words in s7 — and giving the beggars *cough cough* slaves *cough cough* not food but blows of blood — Daenerys promising freedom, thriving and justice and instead giving them blood and sand and harrowing, again by her own words); b) What propels Daenerys forward is reclaiming the 7K from the Usurper and his line... one of which has chosen for himself the BULL (will Gendry one day gain the epithet of red bull I wonder?) ✅

the red star on the human form's forehead (kind of reminding the unicorn who she is) —› the red comet in the sky Daenerys follows believing it heralds her and her dragons' coming ✅

the unicorn forgetting herself and her quest while in human form —› Daenerys growing always, gradually more distant from the child who wanted back the red door and forgetting herself in her goal to reach the Iron throne (foreshadows of her loosing herself completely to find her ultimate death and return in death to the red door after she has recognized what she has become by embracing the dragon??) ✅

the unicorn keeps feeling lonely and different —› Daenerys feeling lonely and different even when surrounded by people who adore her ✅

the unicorn destroying the enemy fueled by pain and grief and sorrow —› Daenerys burning KL blinded by her own ambition and trauma (?) ✅

These are only superficial as it's only what has hit me when my bf told me what he remembered, but I think if not a direct inspiration, certainly some degree of influence might have happened. But I will hold judgment until I have watched the movie and read the book, so stay tuned!

Also, I think you might be right and there is something definitely here, just like Sansa's story is often connected with the fairytales only in a darker, twisted way in the same way I feel this might have something to do with Daenerys but Martin might have added dark twists (only normal since he changed the unicorn — who killed the direwolf in Bran I, AGOT btw — with the dragon and specifically told us that dragons plant no trees).

Thank you for this ask, which turned in a suggestion and hyped my man up so much now he is literally bouncing on his feet because he wants to hast to finish our current book to start the Last Unicorn. *fondly* what a nuisance. At least he's pretty.

Thank you it seems interesting, I will get back at you, so stay tuned!As always sending all my love and wish you a very nice day.

#anon asks #ask the hag #the hag replies #suggestions

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casspurrjoybell-29 · 5 months

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Forging Ties - Chapter 29 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

"I wasn't expecting you to come back by ship," Yore said as they headed back down the stairs. "Did you make some new friends?"

"Ah, yeah, quite a few of them," Slone said. "Ended up on the other side of the mountains and had to sail back."

"Sounds like quite the adventure. I thought it was impossible to sail that way, though."

"Well, what does impossible mean, really? Don't think anything's impossible, really. Not when there's magic."

"That's true."

"I'll let Hamish catch you up on the full story later. It's a good one." Slone offered Yore a smile as they stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

"You look good. You move different. Like it don't hurt."

"Ah. I'd been trying not to hobble around like an arthritic old man but I guess I failed."

"I'm your brother. I can tell when you're hurting."

"Well, you're right. I'm in a lot less pain these days. Fanner's already done so much for me. There are so many others who need his help, so I told him not to worry about me but he insisted on saving some energy and making time each evening to work on a part of my body. He said that it's his ability and helping me is how he wants to use it and I couldn't really argue with that."

Slone grinned.

"He's got you figured out, huh?"

"Seems like it. I do feel much better, though. I keep thinking I'm fine and then he'll fix something else and I'll realise just how much I was simply accepting. The other day he asked me if anything hurt and I said no. He sat me down and ran his hands over my body and then he asked if my neck ever hurt and I said yes. That my neck always hurts."

Yore shook his head.

"He looked so upset. He asked me why I'd lied to him about it. All I could tell him was that I hadn't. Not intentionally. Until he'd specifically mentioned it, I'd just forgotten that stiff achiness wasn't simply how having a neck felt."

"Damn. Guessing he fixed that?"

"Of course. I think that experience was good for us, though. The fact that he was able to express that hurt so openly and so clearly really matters. Since then, he's stopped just asking me to tell him what hurts. He has me lay down and really think about it or he has me do stretches until I find something stiff or painful. It's never a long search. I've just forgotten what normal is."

"You'll get there again. Sounds like he's determined."

"He is. He's going to take a few days off helping me to fix Duran's back now that he's home, though. He felt so bad that he didn't get to it. That he didn't make time for it. He just gets overwhelmed when there's too much going on and has trouble prioritising things."

"Yeah, I get that."

"You're alike in that way," Yore said. "Not so much in how you cope with it but I could always see when you were younger that you weren't being lazy. You'd just get overwhelmed or distracted, and you couldn't help that."

"Speaking of, I need your help with a few things," Slone said. "You got a few hours? It's kinda important."

"If it's for you and it's important, I can make time."

"Not for me exactly, but... ah, you'll see," Slone said. "Well, first off, we got a man on the ship named Perry. Nice guy. Smart. He wants to see about maybe having a permanent place here somewhere."

"I can certainly talk to him about that."

"That ain't the important part, though."

Slone pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and held it out to Yore.

"I borrowed this from one of Perry's notebooks. Didn't want to say anything to anyone unless I was one hundred percent sure but well... does this mean what I think it does?"

As Yore read what was written on the piece of paper, his eyebrows slowly lifted and his lips parted in shock.

"It sure does."

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Skye crouched down in the crowsnest and peered over the edge.

He had been considering going down and talking to Perry but then Slone had come back and he had a stranger with him and they were talking to Perry.

It sounded like they were going to take Perry from him and keep him here.

Where was Skye even supposed to go now that everyone else was going places and doing things?

Was he going to stay at this new place as well or would he just wait on the ship and leave with Miriam and whoever else when they sailed back?

He was Miriam's employee, so it made the most sense to stay with her he supposed but he really liked Duran and Hamish and Slone and Perry.

That was a lot of people to like and just sail away from.

But Miriam was his employer.

He had a job.

Maybe that didn't matter anymore, though.

How could he be a courier when he'd probably just wander off and never come back the first time he was on his own for too long?

Slone and the stranger ended their conversation with Perry but then instead of leaving the ship, they turned and walked towards the crowsnest.

As the stranger looked up at him, something sank like a rock in the pit of Skye's stomach.

Dark, wavy hair and amber eyes.

The man in front of him wasn't Nim but he looked enough like him that it made Skye's chest hurt.

"Go away," Skye said before Slone or the stranger could say anything.

"We just wanted to have a talk," Slone told him.

"No," Skye said, turning his back to them so that he didn't have to look at the stranger's face anymore.

"Your name's Skye, isn't it?" the stranger asked.

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leximsiel · 10 months

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Poppin'

I am grateful that it could have been worse, and it wasn't any more of a disaster than it already was. But I felt slight progress, so I should be happy.

Considering I never had any talent in the first place, hopefully any sheer will and motivation I have left will at least get myself back to somewhere I can be comfortable with. Along the way, people will watch, judge, and may even harass (unbelievable), but who hasn't got a sob story behind their success and glory.

I really need to learn to deal with losing something I had felt okay about myself. I am learning.

It's so much easier to just press the reset button.

...

Anyway, some actual ranting. In tonight's event social, shortly after starting a dance, one of the teachers' friend shouted at us, seemingly protesting about where we were dancing, I'm sure it's an empty space on the floor when we found it, so I looked again and ah, the teachers were coming back onto the floor, and so we should make space for them? Right, of course.

It's cringing to see such behaviour.

Well, we moved to save hassle, but on the way I thought maybe we hit someone? Thing is, my floorcraft didn't die along with the rest of the works, asshole, we certainly didn't make contact with anyone, and even if there was a near-miss, since when did we start shouting at people on the floor?

What's ironic is Lindy Hop being a free dance, but this mofo somehow thinks we don't share the space anymore? What is this? "Great" dancers get their own space, and everyone else should go away?

Frankly, this is the second time I have witnessed people closely associated with this well reputed French teacher exhibit such behaviour - as I've only seen her 3 times over the years, I wonder how frequently this occurs. She may not have been aware of the first, but this was in her full view.

I wonder what her thoughts are, about these people that associate with her, perhaps the feeling of having a lackie keeping your dance space "noobs-free" and "safe" turns out to be quite indulging.

I haven't completely forgotten the journey about her dancing that she shared years ago, but I wonder how much of it is still relevant to who she is today.

"I don't behave like that, it's not my problem."

Probably.

#lindyhop #weekender

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sluttyten · 3 years

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WIP Tag

Rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. then people can send asks with the title that most intrigues/interests them and you’ll post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

I was tagged by @skzctnightnight and @nightswithnct

why can I suddenly not think of any other fic writers oh my god I’m sorry but if you write fics and you see this please do this

So I don’t really have that many wips, but I do have some that I have saved that I kinda abandoned or that were just only ever hardly fleshed out ideas because I just started working on other things lol

love at first sight/play it for me

fooled around and fell in love

adore you

the sun in your eyes

wish you were here/room 0821

foolish heart

rose/you make me blue

loverboy

don’t hesitate

vampire kpop

#i think that's all of them #but I feel like I have some saved somewhere else that I've really forgotten about

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weepinglevi · 3 years

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patience is a virtue

summary: college!au. all aged up. eren and reader continue with their sexual escapades. find part one here! warnings: 18+ minors dni. dirty text messages, dirty talk. dom!eren and bratty reader (i suppose?). throat fucking and semi-public sex. (no p in v tho) word count: around 3.5k A/N: i have a love/hate relationship with this eren ahaha, he's been ruling my brainrot ever since the last part so i hope you enjoy! there will be a part three eventually, so be on the lookout for that! enjoy your read and feedback is greatly appreciated! xx

you awake to your phone vibrating somewhere next to you. the hope of it only being a one-time occurrence quickly proven to be false as it just wouldn't stop. brr-brr. a second of silence. brr-brr. pause. brr-brr.

taking a mental note to never go to sleep again without turning off your phone, you roll over to your other side and try to ignore it. you could simply answer the texts, but that meant you'd have to open your eyes. and that whoever was texting you would win this weird battle you've just come up with in your head.

"if you don't pick up your goddamn phone, i'll smack you over the head with it," sasha groans from the other side of your shared dorm, words coming slurry with her tiredness.

brr-brr.

"i could also stick it up your ass, your decision," a pillow comes flying to your head, serving as enough of a warning for you to sit up in your bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"quit moaning, i'll turn it off now," you yawn, feeling around your bed for your phone, "you never hear me complaining about the shit you do in the middle of the night."

"that's because my shit is funny and not fucking annoying," she scoffs, followed by a muted thump as she is sinking back down into her pillows. sasha's way of ending the conversation.

you find your phone half-tucked underneath your pillow, the display already lighting up again. someone is desperate for attention, you think to yourself and unlock your phone with an annoyed sigh. the messages were coming from an unknown number.

thinking about your wet pussy. this is eren, btw. historia gave me your number. i told her you wouldn't mind you don't mind, do you?

in a matter of seconds, your heart is beating in your throat once more, just like this afternoon in that godforsaken computer lab. ears growing hot at his words, you could almost imagine the sound of him laughing at you again. with trembling fingers, you scroll down further.

anyway, let's do it again sometime i told you. i'll never let you forget about how you moaned my name i'm also not forgetting about how badly i want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, so it's a win-win see ya, then

staring down at your phone, you don't know if you should answer him. and even if you would answer his texts, what the hell should you say? "fucking bastard," the words escaping your mouth before even realizing that you'd better keep quiet. the only thing that could make this situation any worse was if sasha were to wake up again.

scratch that, you think as you see eren's new messages.

how badly do you want to suck my cock? you looked really hot today, covered in my cum what, you're shy again?

there are two ways this could go: either you stand up, put on some clothes, and then go to eren's dorm to let hell rain upon him - or simply mute your phone and ignore him. deciding to go with the latter, you lie back down and save his number as "fuckhead", a small grin forming on your face. if he wants to be childish, then you can be, too.

the display still lighting up at a steady pace, you have to fight the urge to open his other messages. to physically prevent yourself from grabbing your phone again, you put your hands between your thighs and sigh. what the hell have i gotten myself into?

"so, who am i gonna have to teach some manners today?", sasha asks in the morning, "because there are only two valid reasons for sending that many texts in the middle of the night," she sits up in her bed and bends over to reach for her phone, "either someone's dead or there's a food sale."

cringing at the thought of having to read the countless other messages eren has sent throughout the night, you try to laugh at her comment, "of course, when there's food involved, you're all for it."

"girl's gotta eat," she claims, thankfully being too distracted by something on her phone to notice your strange behavior, "i'm gonna be back later than usual today, connie wants me to be his wingman again."

starting to go off on a tangent about how connie should just get a dating app already, sasha's words become more of background noise to you. you want to know what he wrote. what he has in store for you. at the same time, you curse yourself out. you're turning into a headless chicken and all of it because of eren fucking yeager?

you nod here and there, offering her a "yes" at what you believe to be fitting moments, desperately hoping she doesn't catch up on your restlessness. all the while the two of you are getting ready for the day. this goes on for a few more minutes and you have no clue what she's talking about now, so you decide to grab your phone and stand up.

"i'm gonna go for a run around campus, you want coffee?" you blurt out, interrupting her monologue. the device in your hand feels as if it's burning through your skin. slipping into your trainers, you're already halfway out the room, her perplexed "uh- yes, please," being muffled by the door closing behind you.

it's still warm outside - not as hot as yesterday, but warm enough for you to be glad to have forgotten your cardigan earlier. you let out a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. even though you told sasha you'd be out for a run, you walk at a slow pace.

some people are already wandering around campus, most of them on their way to a lecture. at this time in the morning, everyone has their heads full with their own worries so no one notices you slowly making your way off-campus.

arriving at a little park surrounded by trees, you sit down on the bench farest off. you notice your heart fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird when pulling the phone out of your back pocket. fuck him, you think once again while typing in your code. fuck him for making me feel this way.

12 unread messages.

didn't seem all too shy when i had my hand wrapped around your throat no need to play hard to get when i already had you if that makes sense? haven't fucked you yet doesn't mean i won't get to fuck you

all you want is to feel appalled by these messages. to screenshot them and send them to the dean. maybe even to his mother. sickened with yourself though, you already feel the familiar warmth creeping up your body, curling up in your abdomen.

i know you want it, too how fucking needy you were for me getting yourself off in public to the thought of me maybe you can tell me what exactly you were thinking of? gonna make sure to let your dreams come true, princess

pet names? you clench your fist at the thought of eren leaning over you, breathing the word princess into your ear. you have an inkling that he'd say it mockingly; spitting it out whilst gathering your hair in a ponytail, arching your back forcefully, and slamming his length into you without mercy.

no. you hate pet names. at least, you've always hated them.

i'm gonna find out if you're ignoring me right now remember, you're not the best actress. fucking suck at it, actually wouldn't want to be punished now, would we?

his last message echoed in your head. still coming to terms with the fact of what happened yesterday, now you have to deal with a whole new revelation: eren yeager being a cocky motherfucker pushing all the right buttons for you. even though you want to blast his ass for this, the mere thought of him being near you again is too sweet of an imagination.

you want to play this game, too. for whatever reason keep on riding this high, and you just know that no one could do it quite as well as eren can. somehow you can only imagine taking him on this ride with you, no one else.

so, in that manner you decide to ignore his messages. if he's desperate enough to keep on sending them in the middle of the night, you're sure it won't be long until he sends another text. and it would give him enough reason to try and punish you, whatever that might entail – you're excited to find out. fucking nervous, too. but then again, who wouldn't be?

you stand up and put your phone in your back pocket, a sense of excitement surrounding your steps as you turn left to make your way to the nearest coffee shop.

"something tells me you're ignoring me," of course, the moment eren's voice comes up behind you, you fucking flinch like a little bird that's been scared away, "mostly because i've seen you reading the messages, but what do i know?"

you turn to see him clutching his heart dramatically, "don't play with my feelings like this," he swoons, bringing one hand to his forehead. he's laughing again, all white teeth and bright smiles – you realize this is the kind of eren you rarely get to see. not the cocky bastard he normally portrays; right now, he seems to be a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, just enjoying himself. still, you want to show him that you can play just as well as he can.

crossing your arms in front of your chest, you slightly raise a brow, trying your hardest to not look as nervous as you feel. it's a lost cause though because you can already feel the tips of your ears glowing with heat again. can't things go my way for once? just once? you think and chew the inside of your cheek. you felt so sure of yourself just moments ago. how the hell can he have this sort of effect on you?

suddenly, his whole demeanor changes. before, he seemed laid-back, entertained by the game he played with you. now he leans forward, hands in the pockets of his jacket and an almost cruel smile forming on his lips, "don't try to challenge me in this. you'll lose."

you know that you should feel frightened. terrified, even. he's looking like a lion preparing to jump the antelope, a sense of alarming calmness around him that's causing the small hairs on your neck to stand up. but alas, the way he's looking at you seems to have the same effect on you his scent has.

"i told you not to ignore me," eren says and takes a few steps closer to you, "yet here you are, doing it again." the chuckle leaving his lips a stark contrast to his stern gaze, still trained on you. somehow, you feel awfully small again - still not frightened, though. you stare right back at him, tilting your head slightly as if you wanted to say "so what?"

"are you seriously that desperate to be punished?"

better now than never, you think and once again place a courtly smile on your lips, "seems like it."

for a split second, you see eren's smug look turn into a genuine smile. realizing that you're up for his game, he lets out a smooth whistle, "you do surprise me."

"if you wouldn't always be so full of yourself, i'm sure you'd have recognized this sooner," you can feel the confidence growing in yourself again. clinging on to it, you take a step toward him, "i'm full of surprises."

"oh, yeah? i bet you are," from the corner of your eye, you can see him lifting his hand. before thinking twice about it, you bat it away, "i'm not one for public displays of affection."

oh, it is on– eren's smirk turns into a full-fledged grin as he takes a grip of your wrist, "you sure about that?" lifting your hand to his face, for a short moment you think he's going to suck on your fingers again. but all he does is place a faint kiss on the back of your hand, "didn't seem like it yesterday."

"you weren't supposed to see."

"but i'm so glad i did," he leans forward, the two of you standing so close you can feel his breath on your face, "or else we wouldn't have this kind of fun right now."

still having a hold of your hand, he lifts his other to your jaw, gently tracing his thumb across your lower lip, "you looked so pretty in your skirt yesterday."

taking a leap of faith, you grab his hand, holding it in place and letting your tongue run across the tip of his thumb before biting down playfully. there's a hiss and then eren pulls away and grabs your arm, "come with me."

finally, you think and let him guide you to wherever he wants, let's have some fun, then.

on your way out of the park, you pass jean and marco. even though they stand to greet eren, he just raises his hand whilst not breaking his pace, "gotta go, have an assignment to work on."

"never seen you that determined, but go off," jean laughs.

before you know it, you're inside one of the countless maintenance sheds. pushing you against the wall, eren's movements seem to become more and more erratic by the second. pinning your arms over your head, he's looking down at you, breathing heavily. "you have no idea what you just got yourself into," licking his lips, he chuckles.

"oh, but i think i actually do," you smile innocently, fucking glad to have found your normal self again. admittedly, eren threw you off your game since yesterday – but it's just going to play into your hands now. he won't see it coming until it's hitting him straight in the face; that you're just as messed up as he seems to be.

"then prove it," he breathes against your ear, "tell me how badly you want it."

the stuffy air inside the dimly lit shed doesn't help with keeping eren's scent away from you. being so close to him, looking up into his shadowed face and right into his dilated eyes; you're like putty in his hands. you try to move forward, to touch him in some way because you just know that he'll feel so good under your skin.

"now now, princess," he moves even closer, wedging you between himself and the wall, "how about we learn some patience, first?"

you nod, but then grind up against his thigh, hissing through your teeth, "i worry i'll be a real handful." you know you could very well move your hands, too – eren seems to still be testing the waters as to how far he can go with you. but with him actually letting you grind on him; you decide to play into his hands.

your breaths grow quicker as you keep on, pace becoming erratic. all you want is to get rid of your track pants – come to think of it, what you actually want is eren under you whilst you continuously bounce on his cock. you want to hear him call you princess and immediately after call you his little whore because that's exactly what you are.

eren has a little smile on his lips and you know you should ask yourself why – because you're doing exactly what he has forbidden you to do – but you're too far gone. the heat growing, you feel your knees buckle but he's holding you up; one hand now resting on your waist for support. you're so close –

and then he pulls away from you, nearly causing you to topple over. chest heaving, you place your hands on your knees for balance, "what the fuck was – "

"patience is a virtue," interrupting you with a laugh, but his voice heavy with lust, "thought i might give you a lesson you're ought to remember."

you look up to see eren palming his erection through his pants, standing about an arm's length away from you, "but i have to admit, hearing you getting yourself off is fucking hot."

biting your teeth together, you straighten up and take a step toward him – only for him to click his tongue in disapproval, "you're gonna stay right there," tugging at his pants he raises his eyebrow, "i told you what i want, get on your knees for me."

"the fuck i will," you spit out and make a move again, grasping for his waistband. but eren is quick to take a hold of your hand and pushes you back to the wall, "come on, now, princess," he chuckles but his eyes are concentrated at you, "you want this, don't you?". he's asking for permission, the thought feeling very comforting to you. and also, very excited for what's about to come.

"of course, i do," you answer him earnestly, resting the back of your head against the wall, "or else i wouldn't be here."

"fantastic," he breathes, a little smile playing in the corners of his mouth, "then get down on your knees," placing his hands on your shoulders, weighing you down, "i won't ask again."

the change of tone in his voice has you nodding, slowly sinking onto your knees, you're bursting in anticipation. one hand finally pulling down his pants, he runs his other through your hair, then down your jaw until it comes to rest on your chin.

thumbing at your lower lip, he groans "do i have to be careful?"

you just shake your head no. then you break away from his gaze, fixing your eyes on the bobbing cock in front of you. it's tip leaking with precum already, you remember how badly you wanted to lick it away yesterday.

taking his cock at its base, you bend forward and slide your tongue around its head. the salty taste sending shudders down your spine, you make sure to lift your eyes again once you prepare to take it all down your throat. your other hand snakes up to his balls, slightly tugging them which earns you a moan from eren, and fuck, you're so wet at the sound alone, you let go of his cock and slide one hand down to your own center.

he gathers your hair in one hand, taking the base of his throbbing cock in the other, "bet this is what you thought of yesterday," he slowly but surely pulls your head in closer, "of how i fuck the words right out of you."

bucking your hips into your own hand, you can do nothing but whimper at his words. because yes, this is exactly what you imagined. he's only halfway in and you're already struggling to breathe, but not wanting him to stop you hold your breath and push down even further; trying desperately not to moan.

the tears in your eyes causing your vision to be blurry, you attempt to blink them away.

"shit – ", he's pumping into you now, rubbing the tears from your cheeks and then placing both his hands on your head, "you're doing so well – "

getting lost in his words, the fear of being caught is so far away; you finally moan around his cock. saliva soaking the hem of his shirt, you can't seem to take his whole length, no matter how hard you try. you're a fucking mess under him and the thought alone is nearly sending you over the edge.

he's trying to pull away now and you know he's close, so you snake your hand around his hip, hoping this is enough of a sign to him that if he dared to cum anywhere else than down your throat, you'd bite him.

"you really – " his voice is hoarse, "fuck – this is fucking perfect," he moans as he comes to the realization. leaning his arm against the wall behind you, he's fucking himself into your mouth, his panting and the sound of your choking filling the room.

you close your eyes to blink the tears away again, but eren pulls on your hair, "no – look at me."

with this the knot in your belly explodes, leaving you holding on to eren's hip as you ride the waves of electricity that are running through your body like lava.

"such a good little whore – " he's gone as well, holding your head in place as he's pumping his load down your throat, leaving you no other option than to swallow – which you eagerly do. you feel his legs shaking under your hands.

once again, eren hands you his shirt to clean your face. this time, you take it with a smile, noting that, "i still have your other one."

"don't worry, i'll come get it sometime when sasha's away," the two of you know exactly what this means – neither of you are planning on this to be over anytime soon.

"i'll let you know, then," you nod and stand up, hoping you don't look as well-fucked as you feel, and make your way to the door, "she's gone most of the time."

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moon-lixie · 3 years

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about a letter left to be found and a boy who disappeared into thin air.

word count: 2.046k

genre: slight angst

song: 말할 수 없는 비밀 (Secret Secret) - Stray Kids

I don't think any of you would be able to understand, not even if I sit down and speak all of my truths. Still, I think I owe an explanation.

With trembling hands he gathered his things, the notebooks filled with dreams spilling from the edges of every page, his favourite hoodies, the pair of bright red headphones he had since the beginning of high school.

From the open window a cold breeze came in and ruffled the slightly damp hair of the boy, paying special attention to the ends that were still clamped together due to the dampness.

He wasn't exactly in a hurry, but he still felt nervous and anxious, because even if it was almost impossible, at the back of his mind he was haunted by the idea of someone coming in and stopping him.

Moving quickly he reached down for the towel hanging around his shoulders and ruffled his hair a couple of times more until he felt satisfied.

First of all, I have no idea where I am going but know that I'm fine.

A loud sigh caressed his lips as it escaped, filling the room that he had always called his own, his little world nobody could disrupt because in between the forgotten comics and the piles of clothes sprawled here and there he had felt more at home than he has ever felt anywhere else.

Throwing the towel to the basket of dirty laundry at the end of the hallway, he finally finished everything he had to do, simply being left with staring at himself in the mirror and fixing the wild strands of hair that had been upset by the freshly washed hoodie hugging his torso.

He could barely muster a smile at his reflection, not because he was sad, but because it all felt surreal in a sense that left him wondering if it was still the middle of the night many years ago and the last years had been nothing but the hopeful dreams of his younger self.

Maybe it's a bit selfish of me to simply leave without a warning, but please understand that I want much more than this place could ever offer me.

He closed the front door of his house, locking it with the pair of keys his mother had given him once he turned twelve; they were still held together by the Pororo keychain he had bought one day after school with such an overwhelming excitement that made the memory pull at the corners of his lips.

It felt bizarre to walk away from the entrance of his home knowing that he was never really going to come back, that this was the last time.

Just like the very first time he had arrived there along with a moving truck packed with boxes and furniture, he felt breath leave his lungs at the sight of the white façade. It made him stop for a second and contemplate in utter silence.

Goosebumps coated the length of his arms once he turned around and kept moving forward at a steady pace, leaving his old bike behind as well.

Know that the decision to leave wasn't made in a haste, I've been thinking about it for long and now just seemed like the perfect time.

Mr. Kim lazily waved in his direction, gentle smile and downturned eyes with the familiar brown that reminded Jisung of his grandfather; maybe that's where he would go next, to visit his grandfather.

Without much thought he returned the sweet and familiar greeting, feeling a bit nostalgic when he thought back to all the summers that he had spent working with the man in his garden.

Back then a young Jisung had been happy to make a few bucks while getting to stay out all day in the yard playing with bugs and with the sun kissing the skin of his chubby cheeks and legs that weren't covered by his favourite pair of green shorts.

He couldn't help but wonder where had all that time run to because despite being the one who lived through it, he could barely make sense or when had he ended up where he was.

Time moved too fast and without a warning, it left everyone wondering.

It isn't easy to leave my whole life behind but it feels right, the mere idea makes me feel lighter because who knows who I'll get to be when I get to the end of my journey.

Perhaps I'll be braver, a little bit smarter, more mature, maybe even a couple of centimetres taller.

He could walk the streets with his eyes closed and still know where every bump and crack was in the sidewalk, he could still point where his old school was, where the closest convenience store stepped in his way and as usual tempted him to buy a snack even on those days were his pockets were empty and his tummy full.

From there he knew his way to everywhere else in town, he even knew how long it would take him to get to said places on foot or with his trusty bike.

It all felt too easy and familiar, too comfortable, and those things weren't bad at all but Jisung thought he had had enough of them. He craved discovering himself inside the walls of another place so foreign that every single one of his truths were only known by himself.

Was it silly? That he thought a change of scenery would make him a new person, one much more alike to who he truly was.

Sometimes talking to someone isn't enough, because you don't think they'll understand, you know they won't. That's why I never said anything about the deepest desires looming in my heart or the biggest fears that tied me down for as long as I can remember.

All the interrogations running leaps around his mind made him walk faster, filling him with the same dreadful excitement he felt every first day of school, one that mixed with nervousness and fear.

He wasn't sure if starting fresh would let him be someone whose fears didn't weigh upon his heart so harshly, he wasn't sure if he would get to be the person he had always wished he could be but he could only hope.

Hope had been what drove him this far and today he was giving it full control of where his feet moved to, control over how his next day would look like or where he would wake up the next day.

Never in his life had he felt more ready to wander around by himself.

But I guess, since I'm going, it's only fair that I try to sit down and talk to someone, hoping that they will understand even if my words are scarce and there will be nobody to talk back to at the end of this letter.

On the horizon the sun rushed to slumber, leaving a comforting lilac pooling around the clouds and making them stand out even more.

Night hovered over his shoulders making him breathe with much more ease because if there was something that portrayed hope and tomorrow with an uncanny resemblance and lack of effort, it was the night sky with its endless stars and its shining moon.

In his childhood days he had discovered that there was no better cure for uncertainty and a nostalgic heart than staring up at the night sky; there was something about it that made him feel like time stopped for an instance, that time wasn't quite as unforgiving while the veil of darkness covered everything.

If he could go anywhere he wanted —which he was already doing— he would wish to go to the sky, not the endless and uncertain space, but the idea of the sky that humans have in their ignorance, a canvas that goes no further than our eyes can see.

Ever since I can remember I've felt like there was a place for me somewhere out there, a place I always called home without knowing what it really was.

It wasn't like I didn't feel at home here, there was just a feeling in my chest that told me out there I could feel completely free in the way I've always craved.

For him it had always felt unfair, how everyone got to live and walk around without the things that kept him back. Of course when he grew older he understood that everyone had their own problems but sometimes that was easy to ignore when one's own darkness loomed around their heart.

He had spent many years wishing, praying to whoever was listening, that he could just be himself without the voices in his head and the uncertainties that made every single one of his steps be cautious.

Nobody seemed to have listened as years went by and things got harder, still, he never gave up and even though he could never really say that there was nothing else bothering him he could at least say that he had everything under control.

If time is unforgiving it also is healing, and for him it had healed many wounds that couldn't be seen.

Unknowingly I spent a lot of time wanting to go to that place, craving to find where it was.

Some years ago I understood that it perhaps wasn't a place but a version of myself that could bring such soothing feelings. That's where I'm going to, that's why I have no destination.

He wanted to believe that nothing had been planned, that his savings carefully stuffed at the bottom of his backpack had just been him being responsible about his money and having enough for the impulsiveness that one day had won over reason and had driven him to this adventure.

He wanted to pretend but it was stupid to do now, there was nobody around to judge him or question his motives, so there was no use in not being honest with himself.

Thinking back to all those evenings spent running around the small restaurant in which he had found a job, he could see that perhaps this plan had been many years in the making.

Unconsciously he had always been hoping for a moment like this, a moment of unadulterated freedom.

Hopefully I do get there, hopefully I get to be happy and everyone I left behind does too.

The journey to happiness, to authenticity, to being unapologetically himself, had taken him to the airport, another thing that wasn't as spontaneous as he had tried to make it seem.

Passport in hand and trembling self, the whiteness of the place and the various people walking back and forth made him realise that this was really going on, he was really leaving.

For the first time in his life overthinking had no place in his plans.

I wish to be who I am meant to and disappearing was perhaps the thing I had always been destined to do. A boy who disappeared into thin air, that's who I am, a boy with secrets that weigh down on my heart and that I'm unwilling to carry with me on this journey.

Approaching the desk he was met with a young woman, in her mid twenties or early thirties, sweet but practised smile covering her lips as she recited the words that he must've learned a long time ago when she first started working there.

"I want a ticket for the next flight available," Jisung said, offering a reassuring smile after the confused look the woman gave him.

He looked around as the sounds of typing filled his ears and before he had time to start regretting something the ticket had been placed on his palm and his savings were short by a considerable amount.

I'm afraid that wasn't much of an explanation but it was my truth.

Good luck and see you whenever we're meant to cross paths.

The last thing he saw before falling asleep were the clouds from above and the sky now completely dark like the many nights he had wondered where he belonged.

Now he had an answer, he belonged wherever he felt free and right then in that comfortable plane seat he felt the freest he had ever been.

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pure-kirarin · 3 years

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Slow & Steady [P3] [Sabo x f!reader] (+18)

A/N : Hi !! sorry for publishing this later than I expected, but I got a beta reader and we worked on this chapter for longer. Please do tell me if you like this more <3 We put a lot of effort into it. Now, enjoy !~ Genre : Romance - Smut - Bestfriends to lovers General warnings : Alcohol consumption - Dark themes - Swearing - S m u t - possessiveness - Mention of ex-relationships - jealousy

Synopsis : Isn’t love a matter of timing after all ?That’s what Sabo has always thought. It was about finding the right tempo, making the right moves and hitting the right spot. Patience is a virtue after all, and he had a lot of it. It all started when your ex cheated on you. You were heartbroken, you needed someone and he was there. Was he always that hot ? You didn’t know. But after that night you have never seen him in the same way. Also, please guys comment because this is the first work I put so much efforts in. If I feel like people don't like it, it just feels not worth it to me and discourages me :( I have 2 other multichapters planned but I am thinking of abandoning them because people don't seem to like it...Anyways, please do interact if you like it :)

Part I - Part II -

In the last chapter :

You looked at Sabo go away and you followed him shortly after. Meanwhile Ace was sitting on the couch and watching some movies. You went back home and was quite tormented. It wasn’t the right time to worry as you had your assignments and studies to deal with. On one hand, you didn’t even have the time to think of your ex boyfriend and his cheating but on the other, you felt like you were let down by Sabo.

But why ? He didn’t do anything.

He just found himself a new friend and a potential new girlfriend.He didn’t even talk about her, but why where you so upset by him meeting her ? After all, he had the right to date just like you always did.A few days have passed and you didn’t get the chance to talk to Sabo. Your exams were getting closer and closer and you didn’t feel ready.Usually, Sabo would help you with your assignments but you were too scared to ask. You realized how much you relied on him and how he has been always there for you.

Who were you exactly to him ?

Maybe you took him for granted.

As you were on your bed looking at the ceiling and trying to collect every drop of motivation in your system to study, you heard your phone ring. It was Sabo’s ringtone !

P III

“Hi (Y/N),how are you doing?”

“Oh, Sabo! I'm fine. Kinda busy studying. And you? Haven't heard from you since last time.”

“Sorry about that. My schedule has been extremely tight lately. But I am free now!”

“I was just thinking of you. I have to turn in my history assignment tonight and I might need your help...Pleaaaaaase~ I know you're so good at history, please come save me!”

You could hear him laugh on the other side of the line. His laugh sounded so bright, making your heart flutter. You really did miss him. In the end, you were best friends, right?

“Alright! I'll come rescue you. After all, I have to make up for disappearing.”

“Sabo, you're the best! Would you mind coming to my place?”

“I'll be there in twenty minutes. See you then.”

“See you!”

Hanging up, you thought to yourself: you’ve never been this happy to see Sabo. You rolled on your bed in excitement. Twenty minutes seemed enough to make your room and yourself look somewhat presentable, he has never seen your messy room before. Fifteen minutes later, Sabo was in your room, both of you sat on the bed and started studying. Sabo had always been a top student, he was passionate about history in particular. Helping with your assignments was never a big deal to him.

Now that you gave it some thought, maybe most of your good grades were thanks to his help. He had tutored you many times when you were both in high school and that stayed a constant in your life even now.. Once you finished and sent the file to your professor, it was already late afternoon and Sabo was putting on his coat to go back home.

You had almost forgotten about what happened last week because of all the studying. Things weren't awkward anymore. But you wanted to bring it up because you couldn't help but think about the words he said.

“Sabo ?”

He turned back and looked at you with a smile.

“Yes? Do you need something else?”

“Don't go, I want to... I want to ask you a question.” You patted the place next to you on the bed.

“Are you alright? You look very pale.” He sat next to you and the proximity made you extremely nervous. Although he had been close to you so many times before, you wondered why this time his proximity was affecting you so. The built up tension was getting unbearable. You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten, but you had to do it, you had to relieve yourself from this situation, otherwise it will still preoccupy you. With a nervous toss of your hair, you asked him, your eyes fixated somewhere on his chest :

“Well...Did I say something weird to you last time?”

“Last time?” he repeats in apparent confusion..

“Well, you know, when I got drunk, did I say something weird?...when you took me back home…”

You didn't even dare look at his face.

“Oh...nothing worth mentioning. Don't worry.” A sweet smile.

Oh, really now? I asked you to fuck me and you're saying “nothing fucking worth mentioning”? Bullshit.

...Or did I make all of that up?

“Didn't I…” you stop, clearing your throat, “didn't I ask you..to...well, you know…” You looked away in exasperation, annoyed that you had to say this and that you could feel your face quickly heating up. You felt your helplessness more fully now as you were discreetly looking at him to guess his reaction. Your eyes were shy and avoiding, looking his way then looking away continuously, almost instinctively.

“Hm? What?” He was amused, the bastard.

“Well...Didn't I ask you to fuck me or something?”

He burst out laughing, looking at your flushed face and the way you said that so fast that he was tempted to tap his ear and tell you that he didn't hear you quite well, but he simply refrained. That would be too much teasing.

For now.

And it wasn't the right time

yet.

“Ha, that.” He marked a pause, “it's only worth mentioning if you want to.”

You bit your lower lip, so he did remember…”Well, about that…”

“Just ask me to and I'll forget.”

But what if I don't want you to forget? You fucking idiot. When did you turn out to be this hot? Did seeing his morning wood put me in such a mood? Do I have this little self-respect? Risking our friendship like this?

He leaned closer to you so that his face was only centimeters away.

His minty breath was ghosting over your cheek;

“But just so you know, there's no going back.”

Was this the same Sabo from a few minutes ago? Was he really tempted to have sex with you? You felt flattered. You thought about Nami's words. Was he really into you? You felt insecure.

You've never felt insecure before.

You contemplated the idea for a second. You had just broken up with your boyfriend and you were now yearning to get fucked by your best friend - a guy that you've never even seen in that way before.

But how many things did you truly know about Sabo? How many things were you not seeing and being unaware of when it came to this man? You were slowly coming to the realization that he had been keeping a lot of things private - his personal life and thoughts mostly held close to himself at all times.

It was always about you in this friendship. And he was patient, oh so patient. You wanted to see all these sides to him that you've never seen before. It was like discovering the hidden door of a secret Eden.

You closed your eyes. You knew that he wouldn't hurt your feelings. You trusted him. You wanted this. You wanted to break the spell that got you dreaming of what you were denied.

You nodded and his smile widened ; Here you were falling, finally.

“I didn't expect anything less from you. What a brave girl you are. I was waiting for you to bring this up. Took you quite a long time.”

He twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers, pressing his hot lips on your forehead. Your breath stopped for a second, eyes closed tightly. You weren't used to this tension, your heart was beating uncomfortably fast.

Where did the prude Sabo that you always imagined go? He was acting normal a few moments ago, and now this? This was definitely more, or at least different than whatever you would have expected.

Your cheeks warmed up at his praise, you were just like a little girl that was given a piece of candy. But you wanted way more.

“Now that I think of it… you haven’t been really good, have you? You said things that you shouldn't have. You’ve tested my patience quite a bit the other day, baby.”

It sounded so natural, the way he called you baby, as if he had always done it. It surprisingly took you not even two seconds to adjust to this new Sabo that you saw. In hindsight, you think you might’ve longed for this Sabo, one who is so open and expressive with you.

“Huh ? What are you on 'bout ? I still stand by my position…”

Saying this was a bad idea.

He raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, it's true, I've never seen you with a girl before. Wouldn't be surprised if you were a virgin. But it's okay, I don't mind… well… teaching you…”

You looked away. It felt a bit off, as if you were playing a role but you were very much into it. There had always been that bratty side to you that he loved so much. He smirked, rolling his eyes. Always with the tough talk huh? He thought.

Smiling knowingly, he reached out for your face. He gently gripped your chin between two fingers, brushing his thumb over your lower lip as he said,

“Looks like you need a good lesson.” He shoved two gloved fingers into your mouth, taking you by surprise and making you instantly back off a bit.

“Hmm. Let's put this dirty mouth of yours to better use.”

He took his fingers out of your mouth, leaving a leathery aftertaste on your tongue. His arm encircled your waist and he held you up effortlessly, securing you against his lap. As you were just wearing a dress, you could feel him getting hard through your panties and you couldn't help but tighten your thighs at this feeling, getting instantly turned on. When did you start wanting him this much?

The corner of his lips curled up as he saw you already getting eager from a simple touch. His arm held your hips in place so you didn’t move around.

He replaced his fingers with his lips, kissing you hungrily. It was nothing like that drunken kiss that you both shared the other night. His tongue got you feeling butterflies in your stomach, heart pounding so hard as you pressed your chest against his, seeking his warmth.

You were going have sex with your best friend and he had a huge dick and he was nothing close to the vanilla prude guy that you expected him to be. You were thrilled. Everything happened so fast. You never realized that you were so desperate for his touch.

You tangled your fingers into his blond locks, moaning into the kiss. You pulled away, cheeks ablaze, impressed by his skills.

“You're a good kisser…”

“Look at you getting all worked up by a kiss...Tell me, who's the virgin here, huh?”

You blushed at his remark and looked away. Cute, he thought to himself.

But it wasn't enough. Not yet. With a sense of urgency, you kissed him again as if it was your last chance to taste his lips. His pace was slower, he wanted to take his time to enjoy this moment while you wanted to rush it up and go to the next step. Breathless, you pull away, hesitant and curious.

“Sabo, do you… Do you like me?”

“I do.” He put his forehead against yours, making you look deeply into his eyes. The look he was giving you seemed unfamiliar, making you feel intimidated. How did he hide his feelings so well and why did he say them now?If he said he liked me before, would it have been differentWhat changed within him, to make him act like this and most importantly, what changed within you to make you need him so badly? You dipped in for a kiss, trying to get a grasp on your feelings. It didn't feel weird, it felt good, as if you had wanted it for so long.

“Sabo,” you stuttered. He loved the way your voice cracked, how hesitant you were, how your cheekiness disappeared, leaving behind only your conflicted emotions. “I thought about what you said last time and...I...I think I want to. Now.” You emphasised on the last word, goading him into agreeing.

A victorious smile danced on his lips.

“You think?”

He smirked and lifted your chin up so you could look right into his eyes. You couldn't help but close the gap between the two of you, shamelessly rocking on his thighs to get some friction. You kept thinking about the words he had said when you were drunk, you really wanted him. Yes, maybe it was just lust. Maybe it was just a strong desire to sabotage the most precious thing that you had. But for now, you needed his warmth. He pulled back, making you groan in displeasure like a cat in heat. He smiled, his lips barely grazing yours and added,

“You're not ready yet, kitten.”

The look of disappointment on your face said it all. You couldn't believe he turned you down. Once again. You were so adorable, for a moment he thought that he would just snap and take you right there.

“What do you mean ‘I'm not ready yet’ ?! I just said I was. I want you too. That's what I said. I'm sober now, I'll recall how good you are.”

“Patience is a virtue.”

He smiles, and you would’ve given years off your life just to punch him. You could swear you still felt him hard against you and he was acting so composed. You didn't want to let him go.

You were scared that if you did, he would disappear into dust. You felt so desperate, so humiliated.Dying for his attention and heartbroken from past experiences.

“I have to go now.” He lifts you up with ease, placing you on the bed again. He then put his coat on. You looked at him leave with puppy eyes and for a second he hesitated. He was tempted to change his mind. But he had waited for so long and he couldn't afford to ruin everything now. Not when you were so close, so ready and eager to take him.

“Don't go.” You pleaded.

“And who will feed Ace?” He says with a smile.

“I don't care. Don't go…” You got up and hugged him from behind, tightly, letting your mask fall. His departure and abrupt ending of the tense situation he had placed you in, his act so nonchalant, had awakened some insecurity within you.It was driving you insane.

You were confused.

His heart melted at your sweetness. He remembered the reason behind his love for you. You were so fragile, so honest.

“I really have to go, princess.” How could he say such things so easily? “But I promise that I will make up for it next time.”

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mimus-mortuis · 2 years

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Over the past two days I have read a great many opinions about what happened in the video, and this is what I want to say.

We can endlessly run through the options, we can theorize and search for the truth trying to answer the question "Why did this happen? But right now my subjective view is that those who left the Rainbow simply forgot why they went there. They have forgotten for what and why Rainbow exists in the first place.

All this talk of "superior resources" and "cosmic possibilities" is just a whim.

And let's not say it's the "wrong move." What kind of normal soldier, when offered to join an organization that obviously does not save kittens from trees and probably are the same terrorists will just say "yes fine I'm fine with everything where to sign?"

A soldier who positions himself as a "fighter for world peace" must have a very clear concept of duty. And the acceptance of that duty. Just like any other soldier. And this duty must be above all and done no matter what. Even if it means going to the moon all alone and guarding the American flag for the rest of your life you have to do it. Otherwise, tell me what's the point?

If you want an example from another game here fits the famous Captain Shepard. This man knows what it is. This man lived for it and he would die for it. And he actually died for it.

He might have said "to hell" with it a thousand times and found a "better prospect," but he knew what duty was and he stuck to it to the end, even if it meant going straight to hell, even if it meant working for terrorists, even if it meant getting the Alliance to turn on him, even if it meant dying, he was just doing his job. He knew what he was shooting for.

If you want a clearer, brighter example we can take the Nightwatch known to many. If you went there of your own free will you could run away having learned of the difficulties and find "better prospects" and even if you were a criminal who ended up there as punishment you could run to the end of the world and find something "better for yourself" because literally anything is better than living on an ice wall for the rest of your life. But look did any of them escape? Did any of them leave their post even if it meant staying here forever without the possibility of having a family and a child dear to their hearts? Did any of them leave their post even if it meant freezing their dick off in an icy winter wind or dying at their post somewhere behind a wall in the icy lonely desert without anyone even knowing about it? No. And do you know why? Because it was their duty, even if they wanted different things out of life, even if they didn't feel good about it, even if they thought they deserved better, those men knew what duty was. And they knew it was above all because they also knew they were the last line of defense.

Duty is not about "what you want," it's about "what you must humbly accept". Because there's "work" and then there's "service." And service is always a self-sacrifice. You have to come to a job like this with a clear understanding of what it means for you. You must understand what you are signing up for. If you do and you're not comfortable with it, do something else. You're not cut out for this.

Why am I writing all this? I don't know. Maybe I'm overreacting maybe I'm just angry. Maybe I think about it too much or maybe I'm just disappointed in these people.

Because these people put their "I want" first.

Because the people who left the Rainbow don't know what duty is. Or they have forgotten what it is. Or they never knew what it was at all. Or maybe they just decided that "I've done enough and given enough and now it's time to have some fun and live for myself". I don't know. Why did you even come in the first place?

If that's really the case, and if that's not Harry's plan, maybe it's for the best, because people like that don't belong in Rainbow.

Because Zero knows what I'm talking about. And Ash knows. And most of those who have sided with her know. They stand their post and they will stand because they understand "who else but them?"

With a shield or on a shield.

P.S. I'm trying to look for deep meaning in some silly game look what I've come to.

#r6s #rainbow six siege #I am upset by the actions of fictional people

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ink--theory · 2 years

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What ya thoughts on korb game?

I'm still only at 96% completion rate on my save file as I've haven't done the final cup of the colosseum yet but I have done everything else.

As someone who's played Kirby since nightmare in dream land for GBA onwards this game really feels like a step in the right direction for the game series as a whole and this really makes me excited again for whatever hal decides to release next.

Compared to star allies it's like 100% times better for beginners starting to get into the series. Star Allies felt like a love letter to long time fans with it's updates and to me at least felt like a nice and satisfying ending for the 2D games but to the new or casual fan (a.k.a. some friends I know) they're like "cool, who/what tf is this" or they're still in that mentality of like "wtf I thought dedede was the villain why is he friend now?" Even tho that man hasn't been the main villain in the games in literal years (Don't forget all the "lore" that has been brewing in the shadows since Dreamland 2 onwards 💀)

I think it was smart of hal to set forgotten land somewhere that wasn't planet popstar/dream land. It really set the tone of how standalone the game really is compared to previous games right off the bat ( I can go on and on about this topic so lemme stop before I get outta hand lol). None of the whole lore bs is applied to this game, it's still there but it's now on the gotcha collectables compared to the pause screens of the previous games. I heard somewhere that kumazaki worked with the translators so that all versions would have no mistranslations and what not (star allies was notorious for this)

Aside from a few nods to the previous games, it's very beginner friendly to any new fans and you don't have to spend hours on the wiki just so you can figure out who so and so is and in what way they're relevant to the story.

Is it my number one? I still haven't 100% it so I can't say but I can say that it's a really good game and quite a fresh breath of air to the game series as a whole. Really recommend it to those the new to the games.

#sorry for the novel but on the rare occasion I get asked about anything kirby I can just go on and on LOL #wish I knew how to articulate my thoughts better 💀#astro answers

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 3 years

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Their Doll 4

Y/n Stark

B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: the avengers find some stuff out about y/n

Warnings: swearing

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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"SO there's some weird HYDRA girl locked and sedated in my basement? Cool, don't want to know." Tony dismissed, not looking up from his white mug as he tipped a generous amping of sugar into his black coffee. He swirled the liquid in the mug and turned around, leaning against the counter as he raised the drink to lips lips and took a sip before sighing intently. Bruce frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Tony, I don't think you get it, I ran a DNA test and-"

"And she's probably some innocent girl that went missing years ago and was never found? I get it, I feel bad for her but at the end of the day she has nothing to do with me." Tony dismissed, pushing away from the counted to deposit his now-empty mug in the sink. He turned the tap on, rinsing out the cup before carelessly placing it on the drying rack.

"Just, please, come and see her. You won't regret it, and if you do - dinner's on me?" Bruce suggest, arms outstretched in welcome. Tony rolled his eyes, before scoffing.

"Yeah, no. I'm good. Catch you in the lab later though?" Tony was quick to deflect, exiting the room with so much as another glance. Bruce's hands feel to his side with a slap as his shoulders sagged in defeat.

...

Bruce nervously paced the lab, desperate to tell someone his horrifying discovery. The click of the door made his head snap up, a smile of relief spreading his on lips at the sight of Nat.

"Nat, finally." He sighed, walking towards the scowling girl.

"What did you need to tell me Bruce? You sounded pretty urgent when you called." She pressed, crossing her arms over her chest and raising a brow. His smile faulted, his gaze dropping to his hands where he fondled with a biro pen.

"I- uh. I made a... discovery about y/n." Bruce confessed, finally meeting Nat's eyes.

"Go on.." Nat prompted. Bruce took a deep breath, chewing on his bottom lip nervously. "Bruce-" she started.

"Y/n isn't entirely human-"

"Well we knew that much."

"It's what she is, that's shocking. Looking threw all her blood tests and whatnot - it's showing she has an ability to manipulate minds when she s-sings. It's like a certain note her voice forms that can control the minds of people around her."

"So what is she?"

"I don't know, there's not really a name-"

"A siren. She's a siren." A third voice joined the room, and both the avengers' heads snapped round to the direction it came from. In the door stood Steve, shoulder leant against the frame and ankles crossed.

"Who's watching y/n?" Nat asked.

"Clint. Anyway, my father - he used to read me a story when I was a kid. The Odyssey, I believe it was called. It was a Greek myth about a bewitching girl who lured saloons in with her voice so she could feed off them." Steve continued, pushing himself off the door frame and walking further into the room.

"There's no way that's real, though." Nat dismissed, frowning heavily at his words.

"No, no. He has a point - I mean, look at Steve. Look at me." Bruce said, gesturing to himself and Steve. "We shouldn't be possible, but science does some crazy things. Y/n was with HYDRA, right?"

"Yes, but-"

"Well, what if they did this to her. We know she was taken when she was young, so what if they did so to experiment on her?"

"I should go talk to her, you know - girl on girl. She seems to like me, maybe she knows what she is and she might open up to me, if I ask nicely." Nat suggests, walking out the room when she was met with no protests from the two men.

"There's something else I should mention." Bruce started fidgeting again, which man Steve's brown knit together.

"What is it, Bruce?" The super-soldier prompted. Bruce continued to fidget, not looking up from him hands as he spoke.

"Are you aware Tony used to have daughter?" Bruce asked sheepishly.

"Tony had a daughter?" Steve said, brows now raised with genuine shock. He knew of Tony's...escapades from before he was with Pepper, but he couldn't see Tony as the type to actually keep a child from just a one-night stand.

"She was adopted, some kid he found on the streets with no parents. So he took her in, raised her and then she just disappeared. Many people have forgotten she existed, and those that remember her are all under the impression that she is dead. I thought so too, until..." Bruce paused, flipping through some papers on his clipboard until he found what he was looking for. "Until this." He finished, handing the board over to Steve.

In Steve's hands was proof that matched y/n's DNA to that of Tony's adopted daughter.

"Well that explains the name, and her hesitation to tell us who she really is." Steve frowned, eyes scanning over the paper repeatedly. Bruce hummed in agreement, taking the clipboard back from Steve when he held it out for Bruce to take. "Do we tell Tony?" Steve asked after a moment.

"He doesn't want to know, I've tried telling him but he doesn't care." Bruce told Steve and Steve pressed his lips together as he thought. "I do think we should wake her up though. If she's Tony's daughter there can't be anything that's more dangerous about her than you expect her attitude." Bruce said and Steve nodded, suppressing a laugh.

"I'll tell Nat to wake her up." Steve said as he exited the lab.

...

The steam from the shower engulfed me, my hands running through my hair and brushing out the tangles lightly. As I scrubbed the shampoo from my scalp, I hummed a small tune - thankful to be somewhere noisy enough that I wouldn't risk affecting anyone with my powers. After waking me up Nat told me to clean up and get changed before handing me a pile of clothes and telling me that she would meet me at my room in half an hour to take me to meet the rest of the team.

Shutting the water off, I slid the glass door open and my feet padded onto the thin bath-mat. The towel wrapped around me as I patted my hair dry with another one, looking over my scarred figure in the large mirror opposite me.

A large scar spanned the width of my stomach, smaller remnants of cuts littering my thighs that were joined by one larger one from where I was once stabbed. Looking at myself over my shoulder, I observed the large scars that spanned over my back, the layers fading at different degrees from their varying ages. The memory of how I got them brought tears to my eyes, which I was quick to blink away and focus back onto what I was doing.

Pulling the large sweatshirt Steve had lent me over my head, I left the large bathroom clad in a pair of leggings and some socks I borrowed from Nat. I brushed my fingers through my wet locks, detangling them. I threw the towel onto the bed in the room I had been assigned and plopped down next to it, taking my time to survey the room I barely got a look of earlier.

The door to the en-suite bathroom I just exited sat on one side of the room, accompanied by a big closet and a dressing table. A chest of draws was propped next to the king sized bed the sat in and the free corner housed a small kitchen. It had a stove, fridge-freezer, sink and a few cabinets. On the side sat a kettle, toaster, blender and some chopping boards.

A sharp knock on the door bought me back to my senses, making me perk up a little at the sound of Nat's voice.

"You feeling okay?" I nodded. "Good, well Steve and Bruce want you to meet them in conference room 4. I'll take you." She quickly added the last part in seeing my scared face.

As we walked down the halls we chatted, talking about our pasts and finding out that we were fairly similar - we were both forced into the bad things we did, we both found a way to redeem ourselves, neither of us have ever had a boyfriend and we both love chicken noodle soup.

"Well, this is it." She announced, pointing at a door to our left. I nodded, going to open the door before pausing and turning around.

"Thank you. For taking me with you, for giving me this chance, for hiding me from HYDRA - thank you, really." I spoke softly, giving her the friendliest smile I could muster.

"No problem. I couldn't live with myself if I knew we could've helped you. Everyone deserves a second chance."

"I genuinely can't thank you enough - you saved me." I said, quickly swiping away the threatening tears with the heels of my hands.

"I was nice meeting you, y/n."

"You too." And with the last words said, I pushed the door open, walking into the room and being instantly greeted by Bruce and Steve.

"Hey, y/n, why don't you take a seat and we'll get the introductions out the way?" Bruce suggested and I nodded shyly. I took a seat next to Steve, who appeared to shuffle slightly away from me but I couldn't be sure.

"So, another midgardian?" a bulky man with shoulder length blonde hair and a red cape clipped to his shoulders broke the silence. He was clearly the God I'd been hearing about - I mean how much more of a costume does he need to look like Thor?

"Yes, we think so." Bruce confirmed. I frowned at this. Midgardian? What the hell was a midgardian?

"We think she's been tampered with, like me," Steve elaborated, "but as far as we know, she is of this earth." Steve spoke and Thor nodded. "We are keeping her safe from HYDRA." Steve said to break the silence as they all stared at me with funny looks. I kept my eyes cast down now, cheeks hot with embarrassment after feeling so many eyes on me at once.

"Does she-" I interjected the second I heard another voice. I stood abruptly, pushing me seat back and wincing at the screeching noise it made before resuming my angry face. I slammed my hand down the table as I stood, catching the attention of everyone sat at the table.

"If even one more of you refers to me as 'she' rather than just fucking talking directly to me I am going to end up sirening one of your asses!" I demanded, seething with anger. A grin broke out on Thor's face.

"Atta girl, I like this one already!" He laughed and I sat down again, smiling contented ay his compliment.

"She's got Tony's patience, all right." Another man remarked with a smirk. Steve simply rolled his eyes as common menus about my attitude were thrown around the room. Finally, someone addressed me. It was a woman with Blonde hair and kind eyes. She looked motherly.

"Hey, I'm pepper." She smiled kindly and I quickly reciprocated it. They went around the table - the man who had commented about my patience was called Clint, the blonde man was was indeed called Thor and obviously I'd already met Bruce and Steve.

"I'm y/n." I returned and she repeated my name in her beautiful voice, almost as if she was testing how I'd felt in her mouth.

"Y/n. A stunning name for a stunning lady." Thor commented, boyish grin still in place and I gave him a sheepish smile.

"Oh, cut it out big guy - you're like, a billion times her age." A voice came from the door and we all turned to find out who it was.

"Tony. I wasn't aware you'd be joining us." Steve said in a monotone voice and Tony gave him a tight smile.

"You don't get everything your way, Capsicle. Now, who's this?" Tony said, stuffing a mouthful of blueberries in his mouth before stuffing the bag of food in his back pocket and motioning to me with a nod.

"Tony, this is y/n," Bruce said moving out the way from where he was standing so Tony could see my face. The man's eyes widened instantly as the recognition sank in. "Y/n Stark."

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belit0 · 3 years

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Sibling Issues

Chap 2

Rating: E

Pairing: [Uchiha Madara / Uchiha Izuna / Fem Reader]

TW: nope

[DON'T HATE ME OMG THIS HAS BEEN ON MY MIND AND I HAD TO WRITE IT laufuekwslak]

Madara has always been perverse with his punishments, profoundly enjoying the sight of you suffering in front of his eyes, witnessing your despair to an almost maddening extent. It is not as if you had something to complain about, being tied up and over-stimulated to the limit of frustration by a man like him seemed like a dream, and every time you felt his expert fingers wandering through the scars he created in your skin, you wondered if your relationship with the Uchiha was not purely a charming fantasy.

That's how you felt at that moment, imprisoned in bed, naked and bound by hands and legs. With your limbs forced to stay apart by ropes, it is your man who watches you from his intimidating height, standing in front of you, rejoicing in your humiliation.

Gagged with your panties, you cannot speak or beg for mercy, for knowing him, you know that something heavy is coming, even considering the torture he has been inflicting on you for the past thirty minutes. How did you end up in this situation? You refused to accompany him to his meeting with Hashirama this morning, as the previous night was filled with passion and rudeness on his part, and you really needed to sleep. Of course he did not take your disobedience well, and no opportunity escapes Madara to punish you when you are a bad girl.

Crossed arms in front of the bed, wearing a black turtleneck shirt, with his hair pulled up in a ponytail and ready to leave again, he observes you with malice. In one of his hands, a black vibrator is off, glowing with your fresh fluids because it has been recently removed from you. He's only wearing gloves on one of his hands, and it's the one he's not holding the object he's using to tease you.

"Now, [Y/N], I'd love to stay and play with that sweet, tight pussy of yours, but I've been summoned by the elders of the Clan to a private meeting. You have 10 seconds to cum, otherwise you will remain tied up until my return."

Flushed and on the verge of tears, you did your best in begging him to take you, as the constant stimulus he had been applying to you for the past half hour was too much, and you could no longer bear it. In fact, you weren't even sure you could concentrate enough to cum with the speed he was demanding.

The incoherence of your words, which were suffocated by the fabric of your underwear, and the drool that fell from your mouth because of the inability to close it completely, only made Madara laugh in front of you, sending even more heat to your lower body and a feeling of deep humiliation to the whole situation.

This man delights in throwing you low.

"Keep quiet, are we clear?"

Approaching your dripping cunt again, he turned on the vibrator, while slowly positioning himself between your legs. He travelled all over your skin with the moving object, rubbing all areas of your body and purposely avoiding your clitoris. Staring into your eyes, the devilish grin on his face was unable to wipe off his features, enjoying your helplessness and cravings, the need to feel pleasure and liberation once and for all.

When a tear escaped from one of your eyes, he decided he could give you what you finally deserved, and without warning, he directed the vibrator that was slowly massaging your nipples towards your pussy, pressing it directly on your sensitive pearl, watching you with expectant eyes.

Your back curved upwards, while you pressed your hips towards him, seeking even more support and contact with the object that would give you your long-awaited orgasm. Your eyes inevitably closed, and your mouth opened in an incredible way, making your underwear go even deeper into it.

“1… 2… 3…”

In the face of Madara's hasty account, you remembered with effort his warning, and made your greatest effort to direct your mind to the greatest point of pleasure, even without being able to move your legs or arms.

"4... 5... 6... such an obedient little whore..."

At the compliment of your man, the motivation you really needed appeared, and you could feel the much-awaited moment finally arrive.

“7… 8… 9…”

And before he could reach the end of the count, one of your best orgasms hit your senses, causing your whole body to shake and your limbs to seek compression against your figure, protecting your sensitive clitoris from the abusive prolonged sensation of the vibrator.

When he saw that you met his demand, he walked away from you and removed the object, took the panties from your mouth and gave you water to drink.

"Well done [Y/N], I expected nothing less from you... but I regret to inform you this is not enough."

"W-Wha-at?"

"You abandoned me all alone with Hashirama and his delusions of worldly friendship all morning. Did you think such a modest punishment would save you, doll?"

"Madara please!"

He took your jaw with his gloved hand, exerting a slight pressure to open your mouth, and pushed the same underwear back into your cavity. A muffled scream escaped your mouth in surprise, which the Uchiha easily silenced with a slap on your thigh.

Leaving you tied up, he turned on the vibrator again, and there you understood the worst was what you were about to face. He pushed the object deep inside you, wiped his fluid-soaked hand on a towel, arranged his clothes and put on the missing glove.

"I'll take my time; I expect to return and find you a mess."

You couldn't even think of an answer, as the pleasure and sensitivity your body was experiencing at the same time was too much to concentrate on anything else.

With a firm step and completely unconcerned with your condition, Madara disappeared out the door of the room, while his steps were heard increasingly faint in the corridor. A second later, the front door opened before closing again, leaving you alone in front of Uchiha's mansion.

Your figure twisted in bed, thanking every orgasm caused by the vibrator inside you and trying to cooperate with the over-stimulation, forcing the ropes that kept you tied up, trembling at every sensation and movement, your skin bristling and your eyes watering from such torture.

So abstracted were you in your world of self-indulgence that you did not hear the front door open and close again.

Nor did you hear the footsteps outside the room.

Nor did you hear the voice of a man who was not Madara asking if everything was okay.

Reality hit you again when your reddish eyes met those of Uchiha Izuna, who, for some reason unrelated to you, was at your house, at your bedroom door, witnessing the kinks you and your man shared.

"...I-I... I-I... shouldn't b-be here..."

As the Uchiha was about to leave, the vibrator touched a key point inside you, making you scream loud and deeply while another orgasm was released into your body. The muffled moans caught his attention, and the way your body contorted itself mesmerized him into an inexplicable spell.

Awakening from the enchantment of your figure, Izuna realized that his Sharingan had been activated, and that in his memory now lay engraved the intimate moment of you reaching your peak of pleasure. Ashamed of himself for even having such thoughts with his brother's partner, he walked over to the bed, and removed the garment that prevented you from speaking.

"I'm sorry [Y/N] I'll leave you alone and..."

"PLEASE IZUNA HELP ME."

Stupefied by his uselessness and feeling guilty about your clear suffering, the Uchiha tried to regain his composure and not let himself be carried away by the image in front of him.

"S-Sure! Just... just tell me what I have to do."

"UNTIE MY HANDS."

Obeying your demands, he quickly released your two wrists, having to lean slightly over you to untie the one at the other end of the bed. When you regained movement, something fierce took hold of your mind, and the fact of having another Uchiha in front of you, belonging to Madara's family, no less than his little brother, set your senses on fire even more.

Taking him by the hair with force, you made his face bend towards you, brutally bumping his lips against yours. Izuna found himself reluctant to reciprocate the kiss at first, but when your tongue slipped over his lips in hunger and need, his mouth opened without hesitation and devoured you with the same intensity.

Separating slightly and for a second, you managed to look him in the eye and tell him.

"Please fuck me Izuna."

"Shit, if you ask like that."

He quickly positioned himself between your legs, and rapidly Dropping your almost numb extremities on the mattress, you watched as he removed the vibrator from your interior, moaning at every centimeter of the object.

In the blink of an eye, his clothes lay forgotten somewhere in the room, and a hardened limb stood in front of your entrance. Aligning himself with you, his thrust was sharp and direct, penetrating you mercilessly.

He leaned over you, hiding his face in the hollow of your neck and biting into your skin, while your legs locked around his waist to feel him completely within you. Your hands became entangled in his hair, and soon you found yourself undoing his ponytail so you could pull his strands more easily.

His breaths became agitated, short and deep, arousing you even more, to the point where you thought it was no longer possible to receive stimulation. His muscles above you tensed with every movement of his hip, and with your tightened eyes, you breathed in his male scent with despair.

"I'm going to... ah... fuck you so well... shit... that you'll forget... his name... Kami... you're so tight [Y/N]"

"I-Izuna-a -gasp- I'm c-com-ming -gasp-"

Upon hearing your response, his thrusts took on a new speed, an almost overwhelming pace for your labored body, making you reach the last orgasm of the night with just a few moves. You felt his cum spread inside you, covering your walls with that warm liquid, and your mind was delighted with satisfaction.

Until you realized what had really happened.

And when Izuna came down from his orgasm, he couldn't help but feel less guilty than you.

"[Y/N]... what... what have we done..."

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lovequinn · 2 years

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mushy shit about some recent events

open the cut if you dare bc it's just me crying and rambling and being very sentimental over things but y'all asked so

over the past week and a half i was lucky enough to do two things that meant the world to me: i saw harry styles in concert (harryween n2 supremacy!) and i had the chance to meet/speak to anna kendrick.

i will start with harry bc i feel like that is the one that surprises people more lmao and to save myself the effort of typing this all twice, i will copy and paste my blubbering from instagram:

in 2012 i made it my mission to become as involved with one direction as possible. i was a closeted teenager in a hostile, primarily republican town who didn't know how to deal with the feelings i was feeling, and the obvious solution to me was to blend. so like every straight girl i knew, i bought all the albums, i went to the concerts, i even waited 5 hours on line to meet them and have them sign my cd (in the stone ages when people still did mall tours). not to say i didn't enjoy myself, because i really did find a lot of fun in being a part of that era, but for me it was never exactly the same as it was for everyone else. i often sat with the discomfort of knowing i was using this band to hide a large part of my own self.

watching harry styles, whose solo music did end up reaching me in a place one direction's never could, unabashedly ignore the norms of gender and sexuality has felt personal in a way i can't describe. the other night i got to watch him sing about confidence and kindness on a stage littered with pride flags, back to back with the song that was ever present when i was hiding all those years ago (wmyb) as if he were acknowledging how much things have changed. i watched the entire arena glow with a rainbow of lights. and while the me of 9 years ago was someone very different, that poor kid's heart would have been bursting the same way it is right now. in 2021, this feels right.

and now ANNA.

at the same time in 2012 that i was pulling my "yes haha i totally want to date the 1d guys i'm being so convincing" act, i also watched pitch perfect for the first time. and like any good blossoming gay, i saw beca and chloe together and went oh...oh. i had a tumblr already because of (surprise surprise) one direction, and i had already made my first forays into reading fanfiction (thank you degrassi), but i had never really experienced fandom before. much less lgbt fandom. i remember sitting one night and searching the pitch perfect tag, just out of curiosity. and i found the bechloe fandom, and these wonderful, friendly people of all kinds, most importantly other people like me. bechloe was my very first time participating in a community with other lgbt people in a time when i needed it most. i remember feeling lonely and ostracized at school each day, but being able to come home and find myself among a group of people who understood. i have never shyed away from saying that the bechloe fandom raised me, and i mean it; alex, cole, cam, hanna, so many others (some of you who are still mutuals with me here, some of you who became off-tumblr and irl friends, some of you who are out there somewhere even though we lost touch) were my family in so many of the ways that mattered. this fandom listened to me when i needed an ear, watched me try (and often fail) at my first attempts at writing, eased me through crushes, helped pay for my textbooks when i got older. even if your interests changed, or if you drifted away from social media altogether, i've never forgotten a single name or a single conversation. and it was all because we couldn't shut up about two girls awkwardly in a shower singing acapella who were OBVIOUSLY in love while having embarrassing urls like "tonerforsnow" (guilty as charged).

i've always felt like i owe that community to anna kendrick and brittany snow. despite every show or movie or whatever i jump to focus on next, they will always hold that special place in my heart. they didn't shy away from their lgbt fans, they played along with us and weren't afraid to talk about a wlw ship and in turn strengthened that little circle of family i'd found. over the years their other projects, onscreen or off (i.e. scrappy little nobody and love is louder) and even just their general attitude has brought much needed light into my life and given me many a smile when nothing else could. i am well-known in all my irl circles as the connossieur of all things anna and brittany and i wear that title with pride lol

i've never met brittany, and while i got to ask anna a question at her book tour a little over four years ago (still embarrassed over how nervous i sounded rip), i'd never spoken to her face to face. i was lucky enough to attend the season 2 premiere of love life last sunday (a great example of one of anna's projects that has touched my rotted heart) and by a stroke of luck had the chance to talk to anna and briefly thank her for how much her work has meant to me over the past 9 years. and whew nothing really compares to the feeling of finally telling someone "hey, what you've done and what you've put out there has changed me in a really profound way."

she could not have been kinder to me (suck it tiktok weirdos), which i'm super grateful for because i was admittedly shaking like a wet dog and didn't want to impede on her space at her event. i also had been having a really rough couple of weeks and didn't realize how much i just needed someone to say something nice or give me a casual compliment, and i especially didn't realize the person to give me that compliment would end up being anna kendrick.

anyway this was a lot of words that no one will read and it was mostly all for me to get it out but idk the past week and a half has been super cathartic for my inner child and my spirits are super high. i am the first person to criticize celebrity culture and toxic standom but i also have my fair share of good experiences with it all and i'm happy i had the chance to do some time travel of sorts lately. ok i'm gonna go watch anna on corden now ❤️

#personal #anna kendrick #harry styles #for the anons who wanted to know abt anna i'm sorry this is so long whoops

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aldakat31415 · 3 years

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Ranpo x reader (ranpo is a bird change my mind)

You weren't the brightest of minds. Not that you were stupid, but being around the ADA had made you realize something. You were just average.

Not having a power, you didn't do all the more difficult work the others did. All you really did was file papers and sort through office stuff. It wasn't really different from any other job, with the exception of the gifted few who worked there.

Lately an issue had been pressing on your mind. The Agency wasn't safe anymore. You, without a power were defenseless to the wims of anyone who didn't like the company. After everything that had happened with The Guild and The Port Mafia you weren't sure if this is where you belonged anymore.

After you had finished your work you went directly home. Or at least that's what you had planned to do. Right now you were sitting on a park bench in the cold, staring out at a cruel unforgiving world. At least the nights stars kept you company.

And the reason for all of this?

You were thinking about leaving the agency. You were scared out of your mind whenever you went to work. Unsure as to when the next attack would be. You had seen some of your coworkers almost die, and had some moments yourself. Yes, you had known that it would be difficult. You were a detective agency, violent and horrible things you would see everyday. But that wasn't the same as being captured and almost tortured time and time again. You were a regular human, you couldn't do this like they could.

The only thing.. well person, that kept you around was someone the rest of the agency looked up to in esteem. A very silly man yes, but one who was anything but average. Capable of firguring out cases from the smallest of clues. But it wasn't his intellegence that had you so enthralled, it was the small friendship you two had.

You had met him before you had even come to the agency, an aspiring detective is what he had been. You didn't know what you wanted with life back then, you still didn't know now. But you were glad his dream had come true.

You didn't know him for very long before the agency, that much was true. But he was the reason you had gotten the job in the first place. After you had gotten fired and were almost on the streets, he had set it up with his new boss to let you become the secretary. That was a reason you were hesitant to go, the agency had saved you. He had saved you.

But it wasn't just the job that he had gotten you. It may seem small, but he also saved you from the dull menotony of life. He would sit next to you and talk after he had finished his own work (sometimes when he didn't finish it..), and he would bring you little trinkets he had found while he was out. Small things he had bought at gift shops. You had a small drawer that looked like a crows nest, havibg collected all these weird things. But it was cute and you thought it was sweet that he got you these things. He kinda reminded you if a bird himself..

Othertimes he would share his snacks, often bringing you a lot to make up for when you had forgotten your own lunch. He was sk nice to you and the agency had often teased you about it. Maybe that's why you started havung feelings for him.

You had felt guilty that he had been doing so many nice things for you, and you not doing the same for him. So that's when you started to help him out too. Bringing him coffee in the morning and helping him with his cases. You didn't think you were much help, but he said he didn't like to be alone when working. So maybe that counted as helping?

You two had also started going out for luch together and going to movies. After a while of fighting about it, it was decided that you would buy the movie snacks. And because Ranpo is Ranpo, you would always be broke afterward. Not that you minded, you lived spending time with him regardless to how expensive his snack taste was.

And then you had realized you loved him.

It would be dumb to say that snacks were what had changed your view of him. But it was kinda true. You two had been going to see a movie when he got an idea in his head and wouldn't let it go. He would pay for the entire thing.

You thought that was ridiculous and has no idea how he even thought of that being ok, let alone trying to make it happen. But he had been stubborn the entire trip to the theatre, and wouldn't stop even once we had gotten there. So when I had finally given up, I asked him this one question. Why?

"If I had known you for a month or even a year I would have let you buy them for me every time without thinking much about it. But, I've known you for almost four years, and during that time youv'e become my closest friend. I know we've only really known each other during the Agency, but we've become so much more than coworkers.. and you may think im silly for putting so much into snacks. But it's become our thing, so snacks are about as dear to me as you are.. so if their so important i don't want you to be the only one buying them. It's probably dumb, but.. it's one of those things I just have to do."

His words still rang clear in my mind, i had liked him before then sure. But after that i knew there was nobody else like him. Which would make it almost impossible to leave the agency.

Do i feel like editing this? No. Deal with the spelling mistakes.

Oh, and here

I cant figure out how to properly link it, but part two is in there somewhere.

#bsd ranpo #bsd imagines #bungou stray dogs #ranpo x reader #ranpo x you #Idk what to do #Part two???

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