#i am in no way an authority or anything in here

[seulrinnie-rinrin]

The Man Next Door

SUMMARY | San is your brother’s friend and your next door neighbor. Despite the constant bickering, you can’t deny the attraction between you both. PAIRING | San/Reader GENRE | non-idol!San, smut with no plot, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!), fingering, vaginal sex RATING | Mature LENGTH | 4602 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | Hi and hello. Enjoy~

"Can you stop that infernal noise?!" You pounded on your neighbor's door as you heard the sound of power tools once again. The banging went on and on. "Damn it, I've asked you a dozen times to turn down your shi..."

The door burst open, your angry glare landing on a grinning face. "You know, Y/N, I don't say shit about the noises you make when you're working on your remo..."

You cut him off before he could finish. "I want it quiet! And I mean really quiet!"

"Well, damn." He crossed his arms in front of himself and leaned against the doorframe, obviously amused. "And here I thought you were going to storm into my place and grab my tools."

You let out a groan and ran a hand through your hair. "You're so annoying San. If I wasn't so pissed off at that loud ass thing over there I would kick your fucking ass."

He burst out laughing. "See? You like me after all. What if I said no?"

"Can we not?" You let out a sigh. "Please, can I have some quiet?"

"Why? You have a guy over or something?" He raised an eyebrow, knowing you didn't get a date often enough for anything like that to be true.

"What's it to you, huh? Jealous?" Your mouth twitched up slightly as you tried to hold back a smile.

"Hell no, I'm just curious, is all." He held up his hands defensively. "So who is he? Your boyfriend?"

"Fuck off, San." You rolled your eyes. "But if you wanted to know, my parents are visiting me and I would appreciate it if you kept the noise to a minimum. Once my parents leave, then we can start our bickering like usual."

"Is that a promise?" His eyes glinted mischievously.

"Fine."

He gave you one last leer before turning around and closing the door behind him. You made your way back to your condo next door, your parents curiously giving you looks from the living room where they sat watching TV.

"Is everything alright with your neighbors?" Your mom inquired as she took a sip of her tea.

"Sorry about that. San is remodeling his place right now." You replied, your cheeks growing hot as your dad snorted softly.

"How romantic." Your mother commented wryly.

"Mom, please." You rolled your eyes and waved your hands at them. "He's like the most irritating person ever and-"

"You're still arguing with him, Y/N?" Your brother walked out of the bathroom. Seonghwa gave you a strange look before taking a seat next to your mom.

"Seonghwa, I swear I am going to kill that man." You mumbled angrily as you rubbed the bridge of your nose. "Of all people, how did your friend end up being my neighbor?"

"It's destiny." Your brother replied cheerfully, causing both of your parents to laugh. "It was meant to be. You two should go out together. There's nothing wrong with trying."

"Mom! Tell Seonghwa to stop it." You glared at your mother.

She giggled as she continued talking to Seonghwa. "Yes, love. Your sister and San should get together. How many times has he looked at her?"

"A lot." Seonghwa smiled as he watched your face grow redder.

You groaned as you got out of your chair and headed towards the kitchen. "I hate my life sometimes."

"Oh come on. If you hate the thought of going out with San, then why don't you just find an actual boyfriend?" Seonghwa pulled you back by the waistband of your pants. Your mouth fell open as your gaze landed on your brother. He gave you a smirk as he started pulling you back towards the couch. "I think Yeosang is single..."

You turned to your parents. "Mom, Dad. Please tell your precious son to stop hooking me up with his friends. It's getting old and I swear I will hit him if he tries this again."

Your parents chuckled as they shook their heads at you. They knew that your brother was just doing it because he loved you. He didn't care if you ended up liking them or not. All he cared about was that you found someone special to spend time with and make memories with.

They weren't stupid though. After all, you hadn't dated anyone seriously since breaking up with your first serious boyfriend. If he wanted you to settle down soon, then it only made sense that he'd try to set you up with a good looking guy with good family values. One that wouldn't cheat on you or be too needy. That's what your brother had always told you.

San.

Despite him irritating you to no end, he was a good guy. A kind-hearted person that would never intentionally hurt another person. You knew that because even when he was teasing you mercilessly, you couldn't help but see the soft side of him. It was impossible not to, especially when he was being sweet. And sure, you couldn't deny being insanely attracted to him either. His voice, those ridiculously perfect lips, his gorgeous eyes... Everything about him screamed sexy, and the way he treated you when you were alone with him made you weak in the knees.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Seonghwa placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah. Just give me a second." You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Opening your eyes again, you looked up at your brother. "Do you think it's a bad idea to ask him out?"

"Oh? Do you perhaps like San?" He raised an eyebrow, and then started to laugh as he saw the look of horror cross your face. "Kidding, Y/N! Of course you do. I don't think he'll mind the fact that you've been crushing on him since high school."

"I have not been crushing on him since high school!" You exclaimed defensively.

"Uh huh. Tell yourself that. Because I'm pretty sure he noticed." Seonghwa chuckled. "Do you have dreams about him too?"

"Stop it." You groaned.

"No really. I won't stop until you admit it." Seonghwa smirked.

"I'm going to punch you in the face when Mom and Dad aren't around." You grumbled, glaring at your brother.

"So...?" He grinned mischievously. "What are you going to do?"

You groaned as you got out of the couch. "Mom, Dad. Don't stop me when I throttle my own brother. Seriously."

They laughed as you stalked towards the door. Grabbing your phone off the counter, you slammed the door behind you and headed towards San's place next door. San was outside washing his car when you walked out. His head shot up when he saw you standing there, and you immediately felt your face heat up. God, it was hard not to blush every time he caught your eye. As much as you hated admitting it, San was incredibly attractive. But even more than his appearance, it was his personality that got you. His humor, his kindness, and the way he teased you constantly...

God, you wished you were less awkward around him. You spent so much time daydreaming about what it would be like to kiss him and spend the night in bed with him, that it had become difficult to function normally around him, hence the bickering with him over the years.

"You okay there, Y/N?" He spoke softly as he came closer to you.

You shook your head, a small smile on your lips. "It's nothing. Just Seonghwa being annoying as always."

"Ah, Seonghwa." San let out a laugh. "Trying to matchmake yet again?"

"Shut up." You muttered under your breath.

His smile grew wider as he moved in front of you. "Who was it this time? Jongho? Mingi?"

You shook your head. "Yeosang."

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow, surprised.

"Really, really." You sighed. "I told Seonghwa that I'll beat him up the next time he tries to butt into my love life. So that means I owe him a beating."

San cocked his head to the side as he studied you. "Hmm... A chance to hit Seonghwa for you. That does sound fun."

"Feel free to beat him up. He is your friend after all." You shrugged and shook your head. "Anyway, I came here for something else. Seonghwa won't leave me alone unless I ask you this...Do you...Uhm...Think it's a bad idea to ask you out?"

His smile grew bigger as he pulled you close to him. "Oh my god, I can't believe I have to hear you asking me this question already. We've been friends for years, what makes you think it's a bad idea?"

You frowned and bit your lip. "I just feel like it might cause problems between us... Ugh." You huffed and looked away from him. "Nevermind. Forget I asked."

"It's fine. Really." He placed a gentle finger under your chin and gently tilted your head upwards. "It's perfectly normal to want to ask a friend out. And I know you like to look at me when you think no one's around. Even if you pretend you don't, I know you do."

"I swear one of these days I'm going to beat you up instead of Seonghwa." You mumbled as you stared into his eyes.

He let out a laugh. "Are you going to start fighting everyone you meet now? It's cute. Kinda."

You blushed slightly and quickly looked away. "Stop flirting with me. You're making me lose focus."

"I wouldn't dream of it." He winked at you before releasing your chin and stepping away.

You crossed your arms and glared at him. "So... Will you go out with me?"

"Maybe." He smiled cheekily.

Your jaw dropped and you widen your eyes. Was that a yes? "W-what?!"

"Shh. Be patient." He winked at you. "Just wait for my answer."

"But-"

"One. More. Minute." He smiled. "And then you can say whatever you want."

"Seriously, you guys need to just make out already." An annoyed voice called from inside the house. "You two drive me crazy sometimes."

"Oh, dear God." You mumbled under your breath. "Seonghwa is coming out now."

"Hello, loverboy." Seonghwa laughed as he walked out of your condo. He patted San on the back. "I take it that my crazy, violent sister asked you out?"

"Yeah. She kinda did." San chuckled, reaching for your hand and intertwining your fingers with his.

"Well, I suppose it's better late than never." Seonghwa smirked. "Still though, it's about time you guys went out."

You rolled your eyes, a small smile on your face. Seonghwa wasn't exactly wrong. In fact, he was right. You had gone out with your friends and tried dating other people without success. But honestly, there was something missing in those relationships. Something that you felt only with San. Sure, he was a huge flirt, and he was usually joking around whenever he saw you. But it was more than that. You could always tell how genuinely happy he was to see you. How excited he was when he saw you smile. And his caring nature... He put you first in everything. Always putting you before himself. He always wanted to make sure you were safe and taken care of, before thinking of his own needs.

The fact that he was super hot didn't hurt either.

You squeezed San's fingers tightly, wanting to convey to him how much you cared about him. You also wanted to show him how happy you were that he agreed to go out with you. For some reason, you felt nervous that he might say no, despite the fact that you both knew you wanted each other. You knew he liked you. Hell, you liked him too. He was the only person who seemed to understand you, who knew how to push your buttons and get under your skin.

"Y/N, why are you squeezing my hand so tight?" San laughed.

"I'm not." You mumbled, slowly letting go of his hand.

Seonghwa burst out laughing. "Sure you are."

"Ha ha." You smirked. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with this very handsome man." You turned to San and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"I'm going to show you how to properly kiss later." San laughed, his arms snaking around your waist.

You grinned and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Can't wait."

It was a Saturday afternoon and you were relaxing on the couch while watching a movie with San. You had to admit that you felt a bit nervous being wrapped in his arms, but you couldn't deny the butterflies flying around in your stomach every time he touched you.

"Are you feeling alright?" San asked you softly. You hummed in response and looked away. "Is there anything wrong?"

"Do you really want to know?" You rolled your eyes playfully. "It's like I've lost my mind or something."

"Losing your mind doesn't mean that you've lost your ability to speak." He lightly poked you in the nose.

"And yet you still manage to insult me, Choi San." You snorted. "Fine. I'm just freaking out."

"Why?" He asked, concerned.

"Because..." You sighed and ran your hands through your hair. "There are so many things I'd like to do with you...Things I've fantasized about doing since high school."

"Oh? What kind of things?" He smirked.

You bit your lip nervously. "Like...kissing you senseless. And sleeping in your arms all night. And waking up next to you... You get the picture."

He leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours. "Okay, okay. I'll make all of those things come true."

Your heart started racing as he pulled back and held your gaze. For a second, you thought he was going to kiss you, but he quickly moved away, giving you a smile instead. You couldn't help but frown a bit. Ever since you agreed to go with San, he had yet to really kiss you and you weren't sure why. Sure you, kissed. A peck here and there but it wasn't nearly enough. You longed for the moment when he finally did kiss you, fully and passionately. But so far, he had refrained from even trying. Maybe you were expecting too much. Perhaps you should just go with the flow. Let things happen naturally.

Right?

Later that night, you found yourself in bed, staring at the ceiling.

This is stupid. I should stop thinking about him and just sleep.

You scolded yourself. You've been doing it for years and nothing bad happened, so what's stopping you now?

Sleep. You need to sleep.

Closing your eyes, you tried to ignore the fact that San's face kept flashing before your eyes. You attempted to block out the memory of his soft lips touching yours, your hands running through his silky hair and the way his muscles flexed beneath your touch.

Focus. Sleep.

Nope.

You sat up in bed and grabbed your phone from your nightstand.

If I can't fall asleep, I may as well text him and try to talk to him. At least it will occupy my mind for a while. Right?

It only took you a couple of minutes to compose a message to San. You closed your phone and tossed it onto the bed next to you. Not two minutes later, your phone vibrated and you jumped at the unexpected sound. Picking up your phone, you read San's reply.

San: What did you want to talk about? Can't sleep? I'll hold your hand until you doze off.

A goofy grin spread across your face as you read his reply. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of his name and it was difficult to suppress the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Before you realized it, you were typing another message to him:

You: Hard to sleep when all I could think about is kissing you senseless. Tried to count sheep. Didn't work.

Minutes passed and you got a notification telling you that San replied. You hurriedly unlocked your phone and opened his message.

San: What else were you thinking about? Want to share them with me?

You reread his message and a wide smile appeared on your face. It only took you seconds to type it out.

You: Weird thoughts of you.

San's reply came almost instantly. Your cheeks flushed red as you stared at the screen.

San: What kind of thoughts? Sexy ones?

Before you knew it, you typed out another message.

You: Want to know what they were about?

San immediately replied. His response made you blush again. Your breathing picked up as you stared at your phone, waiting for his response.

San: Give me details. Now.

Slowly moving your thumbs, you typed out your reply.

You: Thoughts of your fingers running down my body. Fingers that would eventually find their way inside me.

A few minutes passed before you received a reply. You peeked at your phone anxiously, wondering if he was done responding. When the message alert popped up, you couldn't hide your surprise.

San: And in these thoughts of yours, did you like my fingers? Because I would love to use them...All over you.

Wow. Just wow. That sent chills down your spine and it took everything you had to remain focused on the topic at hand. Thinking about how good his fingers felt made you imagine how it would feel to be underneath him, feeling his strong arms wrap around you as he pinned you down. Oh god, you couldn't stop thinking about it. In fact, the thought alone sent shivers down your spine. You barely noticed when San responded again.

San: Yes. You liked them. More than you ever imagined possible. I'd like to make those thoughts become reality. One day. Soon. Please?

You bit your lip, before responding.

You: Kiss me first and then I'll let you do whatever you want.

San replied a minute later.

San: Whatever I want?

And you proceeded to write the next part.

You: Whatever you want. From the way you touch me to the way you taste me.

Several moments passed and San's reply came through. Your eyes widened as you read his words.

San: Why don't we make our fantasies come true? Tonight. Come over here. Now.

Letting out a small laugh, you pushed yourself up and headed towards his place. It took you but seconds to reach his condo, but you didn't waste any time once you arrived. You knocked on the door loudly, anxious to see him. A moment later, he opened the door and you felt your heart rate pick up. Without saying a word, you flung yourself into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist and pressing your body firmly against his. He returned the hug fiercely and placed his hands gently on your hips, deepening the kiss.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours. You pulled away and looked into his eyes. The intense look in his eyes was making you feel slightly dizzy and nervous.

"Is this okay?" You whispered softly.

He brushed your lips with a thumb. "Never knew that you wanted me this bad."

You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. "I do. I've wanted you forever."

His hands snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you again. You moaned in pleasure as he deepened the kiss. After several minutes, he pulled away from you and smiled. "Come in."

With one last lingering kiss, you reluctantly pulled away and entered his home. After closing the door and taking your shoes off, San pushed you gently against the wall, holding you firmly by the hips. His mouth hovered above yours as he watched you, trying to take in every little detail. Finally, he lowered his head and planted another soft kiss on your lips.

The kiss was brief, but it left you panting. You brought your hands up and pressed them against his chest, enjoying the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat. Slowly moving your hands up his back and around his neck, you pulled him closer to you.

"I want to do a lot more than just kiss tonight, Y/N." San said huskily.

"Yes." You whispered back. "I want to do more than just kiss too."

San's lips left yours and trailed down your jawline, leaving wet kisses along the way. Finally, he stopped at the base of your throat and slowly nipped your skin, causing you to moan softly. Leaning in, he kissed the spot where he bit you and you whimpered. "Don't make me wait anymore, Y/N."

You reached up and grabbed his shoulders, keeping him in place as he continued to tease you. Slowly licking up your neck, he lingered on your pulse point and teased you with feather light kisses. "San... Please..."

As if reading your mind, he gripped your chin tightly and lifted your head. His eyes met yours and you saw desire blazing behind them. Gently brushing his lips against yours, he lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom, leaving a trail of kisses behind him. Once in the bedroom, he kicked the door shut and began undressing you as soon as he set you down on the bed. Your shirt flew across the room and landed somewhere on the floor, followed by your shorts, bra and panties. His lips pressed against your skin, eliciting soft gasps of pleasure from you. You squirmed under his touch, desperately wanting more.

Suddenly, San pulled away and his hands grabbed the hem of his shirt, lifting it up. His eyes remained fixed on yours as he revealed his bare chest. With one swift motion, he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it aside. You could feel your breath catch in your throat as you gazed at his muscular torso. You reached out and caressed his abs lightly, enjoying the soft feel of his skin beneath your fingertips. You pulled at the waistband of his sweats and soon had them off of him, tossing them to the side.

You didn't have to ask twice; San immediately rolled over on top of you and pressed his lips against yours. He pinned your wrists above your head, covering your body with his own as he kissed you passionately. Moans escaped from your lips as his tongue slid past your lips, plunging into your mouth. After a few moments, he pulled away and stared at you with hooded eyes.

"Do you want me, Y/N?"

"Yes." You whispered softly.

"Tell me how badly you want me."

"Very badly."

San leaned forward and sucked on your bottom lip, gently biting it before letting it go. "Good girl." He said, kissing you again.

Again, his lips left yours and moved down your jawline, leaving wet kisses on the way. He trailed his kisses lower, stopping at the hollow of your throat. His hot breath fanned across your skin as he licked your skin. His fingers suddenly clasped your breasts, squeezing them roughly. Your nipples hardened under his touch and a low moan escaped your lips. You arched your back, pushing your breasts further into his hands, craving more.

San's hands dropped from your breasts and trailed down your sides, coming to rest on your hips. One hand trailed slowly down your thigh and pressed against your pussy, making you gasp. "You're wet, Y/N." He said in a husky voice. "You're so wet for me."

Unable to form coherent sentences, you simply nodded your head.

"Touch yourself." He commanded. Sitting up, you placed your palms on your thighs and used them to spread your legs wider. You glanced up at San and found him staring at you with lust filled eyes. "Touch yourself, baby."

With shaky hands, you tentatively touched yourself, moaning softly as you ran your fingers along your clit. You gasped at the sudden rush of pleasure that coursed through your body as you began to finger yourself. The pleasurable tingling quickly turned into a throbbing ache between your legs. When you felt the telltale sign of your orgasm approaching, you slipped two fingers inside yourself, stretching your pussy wider.

"Fuck, baby." San let out a moan as he watched you pleasure yourself. "Tell me how you're feeling."

"So fucking close." You managed to say. "Please, San... I need you inside me."

"I'm not gonna make you wait much longer." San groaned. His gaze softened as he gave you a slow smile. "But for now... Let me watch you finish yourself off."

Normally when you touched yourself, it never felt like this. But the combination of watching San's eyes glaze over with desire and having him watch you touch yourself, intensified the pleasure tenfold. The pulsating ache became even stronger and before long, you felt yourself begin to tense up.

"San...I can't hold back..." You moaned, pulling your hand away from your wet pussy. You felt a burst of heat rush through your body as your orgasm ripped through your body, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your body. The force of your climax caused your knees to buckle and San instantly rolled over, supporting you with his arms. His gaze fell upon your flushed face, a content grin plastered on his face.

"That was beautiful, baby." San said, kissing your forehead. "God, I've been waiting all night to hear you call out my name."

"San, I need you now." You pleaded softly. "Please."

"Yeah, baby." He breathed heavily. "I know."

In an instant, he sunk into you, filling you completely. As soon as he did, your eyes fluttered closed and you held onto him tightly. The overwhelming sensation of him finally being inside you sent tremors of ecstasy coursing through your body. You cried out as he slowly thrust himself into you, setting a steady pace. Each movement was a reminder of how perfect this man was for you and how lucky you were to have him.

"Fuck, San..." You let out a moan.

He gently stroked your hair as you clung to him, murmuring loving words in your ear. Together, you rode the waves of pleasure as your bodies intertwined. Your hands grasped onto his back, relishing in the gentle contact of his skin. Every touch made your heart race faster and soon you were reaching the peak again. You moaned his name as your orgasm crashed over you, causing you to squeeze him tighter. As you neared your release, you felt San begin to shudder beneath you. You opened your eyes to find his gaze locked on yours.

Slowly, he buried his face into your neck and let out a loud groan. "Y/N... Fuck... Baby... I'm gonna cum."

You tighten your grip around him, urging him on as he poured everything he had into you. For a moment, nothing else existed but you and him as your bodies clung together, relishing in the blissful afterglow. After several moments, you released his back and lay there in silence, trying to catch your breath. As your breathing slowed, you felt San's weight shift slightly, rolling over onto his side. With a smile on your face, you turned your head and nestled into his warm embrace. He pulled you closer to him and placed a soft kiss on your temple.

After several moments, he spoke softly in your ear. "Did all your thoughts and fantasies come true, Y/N?"

You laughed quietly. "Every single one."

He grinned and kissed your cheek. "Mine too."

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[blue-jisungs]

Hey how are you!!! Hope you're doing amazing I always love your fics and now that i know you are also taking one piece requests I am taking the step of actually sending requests cause i don't really have much of an imagination when it comes to k-pop idols i just read the fics but never had ideas of my own but as an anime watcher i do have lot of ideas when it comes to my fav characters🥹

Feel free to ignore my request if it's too much

So as you mentioned that you were in skypedia arc meaning you have completed alabasta meaning you know ace😁

So i was wondering if you would be able to write a modern au where ace and luffy meet go to a cafe where the reader is the owner and ace falls for the reader first like he loves her food and wants to thank her and then is completely blown and head over heels for her when he see's them and talk with them it would be amazing if the reader is gender neutral so that everyone can enjoy it thanks for going throught this hope you can do it take care!!!!!!!

a way to man’s heart…

# author's note ... IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT IM SO HAPPY FOR SOME OP REQS:( i hope this meets ur expectations!!!! :D

# extras ... a lot of food; gn! reader; modern au :D

“so, luff, today’s all about you. the food is on me!” ace grinned and patted his younger brother’s back. luffy’s eyes widened and sparkled with childish joy.

“you’re really the best, bro! can i pick the place too? there’s a new cafe that has opened up–” luffy started.

“your wish is my command” ace hummed and the younger one almost jumped out of his shoes, excitement over the roof.

well, it’s not everyday when ace visited his brother. as he moved out for university, they lost the ability to hang out that often. but it was summer, meaning ace could return to his hometown and his family.

“sanji went there already! he said the food was delicious – and ya know, he’s a cook! he knows the deal. he also said something about the service people… but i didn’t really care…” luffy put a pointing finger on his chin “it’s not that popular though… i hope they are open…”

ace listened with amusement to his little brother, soft smile on his lips. he missed him a bit more than he’d like to admit – the absence of his energetic yells was almost crushing in his quiet, lonely apartment.

upon arriving, they noticed it’s a very small and almost hidden from the society’s view cafe.

luffy barged in, doors swinging open, a sound of a doorbell ripping through the air.

it was empty inside, only soft sound of jazz music filling the room.

“yahoo! anyone here?” luffy hummed, looking around. then he came up to the check out, eyeing the menu. ace went to pick a seat.

a gentle voice spoke out, drawing the brothers’ attention.

“yes, welcome, come in! how can i help you?” the waiter asked with a happy smile. ace checked his phone upon realizing his not getting any say in the food choice anyway.

“can i see the menu?”

after what it felt like ages, luffy came back. buzzing with excitement, he tapped ace’s souldwr repeatedly.

“that lovely person gave us a food testing deal, so i ordered literally everything! isn’t it just the best day ever?” the younger one grinned, giggling boyishly.

ace frowned and turned his head to look at the cashier but they were gone. it was a bit suspicious but he didn’t want to burst his brother’s bubble. shrugging, he put his phone away and focused on luffy.

after a while, the waiter brought all the food that took up all the space on the table.

“are you sure you’ll eat everything?” the waiter asked and ace looked up, suddenly struck by their beauty. the name tag read ‘y/n’ with a small heart next to it.

“duh!” luffy puffed his chest proudly and dug in, not realizing how mesmerised his brother was.

“enjoy your meal, then! if you need anything else just let me know” you smiled and went back behind the counter.

ace smirked, an idea blooming in his head, and started eating as well.

he was a good lover, that was no lie. he has eaten lots and lots of delicious meals but those… those tasted like heaven. this carrot cake or rice pudding… could top sanji’s cooking, for sure.

there’s a saying “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” for a reason.

while exchanging joyous nods with luffy, ace knew he’ll leave this cafe with more than a full stomach.

“um, excuse me?” ace called and walked up to the check out, drumming his fingers against his wallet.

you came from the storage room, wiping your hands against your apron. a bright smile painted on your lips.

“yes?”

“i’d like to order another thing” ace smiled and with the corner of his eye he noticed how his words peaked luffy’s interest.

“mhm, of course! and what would it be?” you asked, looking at him interested. he (and his brother) were definitely unusual clients.

“two cups of cappuccino and an orange juice. and a dessert… of your choice, y/n” he said smugly and leaned against the counter, his muscular arm flexing.

your eyes widened… then your brows frowned and nose scrunched. ace giggled upon your reaction and winked.

“you should join us, y/n” ace hummed and then realized one thing: you’re at work “oh, i mean, unless the owner minds it but i can take the blame”

“oh, no. there will be no need for that. i’m the owner and i will certainly don’t mind” you sent him a soft smile and saw his lips turn into an o in awe “i’ll bring the coffee and be right back”

“ace, can i have your brownie muffin?!” luffy yelled.

in a blink of an eye you arrived, steaming cups of coffee and an orange juice. placing them down on the table, squeezing the dessert too, you pulled up a chair and sat down.

“i hope you enjoyed your food?” you looked expectantly at luffy.

“my friend, if i could marry a meal… i’d marry them all!” the younger brother cheered and you laughed.

ace’s heart melted – the sound of your laughter was the cutest sound ever.

“thank you so much, i really appreciate it” you hummed, grabbing your coffee cup. ace did the same and his heart skipped a beat when he saw that you made a heart out of foam at the top of his beverage.

“so you’re the owner? is it hard to own a cafe?” he asked before taking a sip.

you chatted with the brothers for a long time, occasionally pausing to serve the other customers that would come in. or to deliver more food for luffy.

ace fell for you with each word, gesture… everything you did.

before you realized it was the closing hour, sun setting behind the windows.

“we’ll get going, this guy has an important exam that he has to cram for!” luffy whined, puffing his cheeks and pointing at ace “i’d love to stay longer…”

“feel free to visit me whenever! don’t tell it to anyone but you might just be my favorite customers” you winked and luffy chuckled, packing his stuff.

“do you need any help though? we made a mess…” ace asked, looking at the table with empty dishes (and some stains from luffy’s messy eating)

“no, no, don’t worry. i don’t want to keep you busy. good luck with cramming!” you grinned.

“thank you” ace sent you a warm smile and pulled out his wallet to leave the payment since you already told them what the checkout is going to be (you didn’t mention you included a huge discount too).

when you came back from the kitchen where you put away the dirty dishes, the brothers were gone.

you walked up to take another part of the dishes when something caught your eye.

next to the bill there was a napkin with something scribbled on it.

thank you for satisfying my bro’s wolffish appetite! however i’d prefer to hung out with you without this rascal… call me? <3

xxx-xxx-xxx

masterlist <3

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Deadly Proposal: Part Six

Pairing: Vampire!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: minor angst, blod and sex vampire club

Summary: Dean gives you more insight into what he does for a living, and you make it clear that you want to help him. He’s not too fond of putting you in direct line of a bunch of vampires but like Annabeth, you don’t take no for an answer. You two are becoming more like the other, making Dean’s head spin with uncertainty.

Deadly Proposal Masterlist

Square Filled: Led Zeppelin (2022) for @spndeanbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

The living room is now clean spotless and free of anything that suggests there was a party here. Now you have half the house to do next. It’s taking you longer than expected because you can’t get the kiss out of your head. Dean kissed you. He kissed you like he was a starving man and the only thing that would keep him alive is kissing you. Did you like it? Yes. Do you want it to happen again? Yes. Are you willing to be a brat to get him angry enough to kiss you again? Also, yes. Maybe you shouldn’t. He’s been on edge since yesterday and you don’t want to do anything to ruin what you two have.

What do you two have? Your relationship isn’t conventional and anything is on the table at this point. It’s late afternoon by the time you get done cleaning, and you think that’s more than enough time for Dean to think about his relationship with you. Dean isn’t in his office when you go check it so the next place you go to is his room. The door is open so you take that as a sign that you’re wanted.

“Dean? You in here?” you ask when you walk in.

He walks out of the bathroom with only a white towel wrapped dangerously low on his hips. His hair is wet from the shower he just took and drops of water rest on his chest and stomach. Your mouth goes agape at the sight of this Adonis. You want to turn and leave but you can’t seem to move.

“Can I help you?” he smirks.

“Um…” Dean grips the top of the towel and moves slightly at the threat of taking it off and you immediately turn away from him. He yanks the towel off and gets dressed, and you don’t turn around until you know it’s safe to do so. “Are we going to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” Dean asks and throws his towel into the hamper. “How your sister trashed my house and threw a party?”

He walks past you but you’re not going to let him get off this easy.

“How you kissed me.”

He stops walking but doesn’t turn to face you.

“No, I don’t think so.”

You walk in front of him and push him against the wall. He chuckles in amusement since he can easily overpower you but he lets you have your moment.

“I am done letting people walk all over me. We’re talking about it.”

“Fine, I kissed you. So what?”

“That wasn’t just a kiss and we both know it.”

“What do you want me to say?” He kicks off the wall and begins walking toward you. You start walking backwards to get away from him but he doesn’t relent. “That all I want to do is kiss you again? That you haven’t left my head since? How all I smell is you and it’s making my head spin?” Your back hits the wall behind you and he puts a hand where your head is to semi-cage you in. “The answer is yes. All I want to do is throw you on my bed and have my way with you.”

“What if I let you?” you whisper and look into his green eyes.

Dean leans down and barely touches your neck with his nose.

“Be careful what you ask for.”

He gently nips at your skin with his fangs which draws a drop of blood that he licks away. He pulls away from you and walks toward his office, and you can’t help but follow him like a lost puppy.

“So, what now?”

“Now I get back to work.”

He sits down at his desk and opens his laptop, and you sit down across from him.

“I want to know more about you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Don’t tell me what I want and don’t want.” He looks at you and you sink further into your chair. “What did you mean when you said you helped people escape their abusers?”

“If I tell you, there is no going back. Everything you think you know goes out the window. Are you prepared for that?”

“Yes.”

“Hidden in the shadows all over the world are vampires in groups that call themselves the Blood Ring. They prey on humans and take them as their own personal blood bags. These humans are being sold and prepped for blood slave trading.” Dean sees the sad look on your face and sighs. “I don’t believe humans were put on Earth to be blood bags for vampires but some do. So, I search for these rings and take them down. These husnamns, mostly young girls and women, are forced into giving up their bodies and blood in exchange for their lives. I infiltrate a house and save everyone I can. I have safe houses all over the country meant to protect those who have been hurt by vampires.”

“Wow, you must really hate your own kind.”

Dean doesn’t comment on that.

“Every time I leave here, I go around town to different clubs where I know vampires like to hang out and try to get them to give up their leaders. Once I know that, I find out where they go and I kill every last one of them.”

You’re not sure what to say to this.

“That’s very noble of you,” you say once you find your voice.

“I guess. I wasn’t always like this.”

“Were you part of these groups?

“I was worse. Back in the day, I used to slaughter town after town until I was caught and bled dry as punishment. At that time, I realized that what I was doing was wrong and I had to change. So, I did. I made a lot of money to fund these excursions. Now, that part of me is in the past.”

“Who caught you?”

“My brother,” he sighs.

You decide against asking him about his brother. It seems like he doesn’t want to talk about him or what happened to them.

“So, what are you doing now? Have you found another house?”

Dean’s shoulders relax at the change of topic.

“No, I found someone who might know a leader. He likes to hang out at Eternal Elegance.”

“Okay, I’ll go get dressed.”

Before you can get up, Dean stops you.

“What do you think you’re doing? You’re staying here.”

“You didn’t tell me all of that just so I could stay here.”

The lines between the present and the past blur together and instead of you sitting in front of him, it’s Annabeth.

“I can handle myself, Mr. Winchester, and if you leave without me, I’ll just follow you so you may as well bring me,” she shrugged.

“Fine,” Dean sighs. You grin and Dean stands up. “I need you to know this, Y/N. These vampires aren’t like me. They do not care about human life. If you so much as give them an inch, they will take that and kill you with it.”

You stay silent for three whole minutes before bursting out in giggles. Dean looks confused at your reaction and you stand with a smile.

“Is that supposed to scare me into staying here? I’m not a child, Dean. I’ll go get ready.”

Dean watches you walk off and is reminded of how fierce Annabeth was.

“These vampires aren’t like me. They will hurt you if you give them a chance.”

“No offense, Dean, but I spent two years with you as my prisoner. You, who slaughtered town after town. Plus, I have you to protect me. I’ll go get ready.”

Dean closes his eyes in pain but forces those feelings from bubbling up again. After getting ready, you meet Dean at his car. His prized possession, his Chevy Impala sits in the garage unable to drive since it’s over seven hundred years old. No car runs on gas these days. It’s 2741, the century of electric cars. Most of the world runs on electricity these days so there is no use for gas stations.

Dean hated giving up his precious car for an electric one but he tried to use it for as long as he could. Dean starts the car and immediately rock music fills the speakers. It’s from a band you’ve never heard before.

“Who is this?”

“Led Zeppelin.”

“I’ve never heard of them before. When did this come out?”

“1971.”

“Wow, what was life like back then?”

“Primitive.”

You turn the music up and enjoy the music your ancestors loved to listen to. Dean drives to Eternal Elegance which is packed with people. You see some of these people around town. How did you not know they were vampires?

“Are all these people vampires?”

“No.” Dean pulls into the back parking lot away from the public eye. “Vampires have to mask their activities with human ones. Almost all the cubs and bars you see in town have vampire ones down below. It’s a whole networking thing.”

Eternal Elegance looks like a normal club filled with men and women dancing and having a good time. Dean walks to the back room that has a man posted at it. He takes one look at Dean and lets him through. Dean must have a good rapport with the clubs around town if the man doesn’t question him.

The club down below is nothing like the one above. The club is filled with more sultry music and it smells like blood and sex. A lot of half-naked and fully naked women dance on poles bolted onto the stage. Men sit in front of them with their lust-filled eyes locked onto them. Every woman has bite marks on her body no doubt from the vampires sitting below. Across the room are semi-private rooms that men take women to for a bloody good time. The rooms have half walls to keep them separated from each other but also have semi-sheer curtains on the top. From where you are, you can see the men bite into the women. Topless waitresses walk around with trays filled with alcohol and blood drinks. You pull your eyes away from the semi-private rooms and look at Dean who is watching your reaction to the place.

“Don’t worry. Everyone consented to be here. Every human signs a contract stating that they want to be here. The second they don’t, they leave with no strings attached. These women want to be bitten. These clubs do everything by the book to prevent them from being shut down.”

“Who shuts them down?”

“Your government.” You’re not surprised your government is filled with vampires. “Stay right here. I’ll be right back.” You immediately grab his arm and he looks down at you with gentle eyes. “I wouldn’t do anything that would put you in danger. I’ll be right back.”

Dean leaves your side and you start to nervously twiddle your fingers. A man takes a dazed woman to one of the semi-private rooms and pulls her into him. She moves her head to the side and the man sinks his fangs into her neck. She looks high like she’s feeling absolute bliss. Do I look like that when Dean bites me? You turn away from the couple because it feels like an invasion of privacy and you almost run into a woman carrying a tray.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“Do you want a drink?”

“Oh, no thank you.”

“Are you offering a drink?”

It takes a moment to understand her words and you blush slightly at the thought of another man’s mouth on your neck.

“No.”

“There’s someone at the bar who thinks otherwise.”

You look at the bar to see a short but handsome man and lock eyes with him. He grabs his drink and starts to head over to you just as the woman walks away from you.

“Hey, gorgeous, you here alone?”

“No.”

“Where is your man?”

“He’ll be right back.”

“Have a drink with me while you wait.”

You’re about to deny his request when you see the magnetic pull in his eyes. They are bright blue but it’s almost like the color swirls around like a whirlpool. Everyone and everything around you blurs and slows down because the only thing you can focus on is him and his mesmerizing eyes.

“Sure,” you say without hesitation.

The man puts his hand on your lower back and leads you to an empty semi-private room. He closes the sheer curtains but you can still see the public outside of it. Where is Dean? Are you in danger?

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Fitting for a beautiful woman like you. Where are you from?”

“Um… Arizona, I think.”

The man chuckles at your haziness but doesn’t let it stop him from getting answers out of you.

“Who are you here with?” Before you can get a single word out, the man moves your hair away from your neck to explose your skin. He leans in and sniffs but freezes when he smells your blood racing in your veins. “What is that smell?”

“What?”

“Your blood. Why does it smell like that?” The man grabs your hair and roughly yanks it down to expose more of your neck. Whatever trance the man had on you is now gone and fear replaces your compliance. Dean’s old bite scars and the place where he nipped you the other day is present on your neck. “You’re marked but this blood… it’s special.”

“What? Please let me go. I don’t want any trouble.”

“I’ve only seen one other human have this blood before and she was with--” The man immediately stops talking and pulls away from you. You rub the place on your head where it’s sore from how hard he was gripping your hair. “Are you here with Dean?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I gotta go.”

He stands up to flee but you’re not done with him. If Dean won’t give you answers about your blood, then this man might.

“Wait, I’m not done with you.”

The man leaves the room and bumps into Dean who stares down at him with deadly eyes and a hard look.

“I’m sorry, Dean. I didn’t know she was your girl.”

Dean watches the man scurry off and he grabs your arm gently.

“Come on, we’re going home.”

“Wait, what is going on?” He doesn’t answer you and gently force you to walk with him back to the car.  “Who was that man?” No answer. “Are you just going to ignore me?”

When he doesn’t give you an answer, you get into the car with a sigh. The entire ride home is silent on Dean’s end. You keep asking questions you know he won’t answer. Why is he gatekeeping you? What does he not want you to find out? You follow him inside the house when he arrives but you’re not going to let him to that easy.

“Dean Winchester!” He stops right by the foot of the stairs. “Tell me what is going on.”

With his super speed, he pins you to the wall and kisses you ferociously. You wrap your arms around his neck and jump into his arms so you can wrap your legs around his waist. The kiss his nothing short of hot and heavy that will lead to some hot and heavy sex if he lets it get that far. You two haven’t done it yet but you’re curious what sex with a vampire will be like.

Dean uses his speed to race you up the stairs and over to your room. However, he doesn’t enter it. He pins you to the wall and kisses down your neck with open hot kisses, and you hit the back of your head on the wall.

“Dean,” you moan.

Dean is brought back to reality by your moan and sets you gently on the ground.

“I can’t do this,” he pants.

“Why not? What can’t you do?”

“I can’t fall for you again.”

With that, he heads back to his room, leaving you with more questions than answers.

x

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[wonijinjin]

escapsim

author’s note: this is quite a sensitive topic and i am not entirely sure if i could convey the message of a situation like this, but i hope it turned out to be comforting for the ones who go through this, you are not alone.

synopsis: finding the escape from the grey everydays in the form of joshua hong.

word count: 0.7k | genre: hurt/comfort, a bit angsty | pairing: joshua x gn! reader | warnings: mentions of family issues (nothing graphic), bad mental health

it was one of those days again. when the arguments seemed never-ending, when you couldn’t focus on anything else, but the events happening in the morning; it wasn’t a pretty scene that was certain. you had spent every minute of your time putting up with your parents, trying to survive yet another day. you had one main goal today in this never ending evil circle; to have a sleepover with your boyfriend later after your usual date. he was your exit, your escape from this nightmare of a family others would never wish upon their worst enemies, he kept you going. you loved him more than anything, you couldn’t imagine your life without him.

“earth to you? hello?” joshua’s voice echoed in your ears when you looked up from your haze. “did you see something in your drink? you were staring at it like it was some kind of monster.” he chuckled, his eye smile making an appearance along with his wide smile. you were at the local coffee shop, sipping on some delicious bevareges. “sorry, i just got distracted shua.” you shyly admitted, your pout and bad mood evident to literally anyone looking at you. “what’s up darling? you seem to be a bit deflated today. like a balloon which got popped.” he noted, making a pointing gesture in the air with sound effects to prove his point. you stayed silent, a few stray tears welling up in your eyes. you didn’t like crying in front of him; you didn’t like to always remind him of the burden you carried along with you from your household. “awww baby, please don’t cry!” he cooed while standing up from his end of the table and coming over to hug your frame. “tell your sweet boyfriend what is the problem. i am sure whatever it is we can solve it.” he pleaded while patting your head rhythmically. “my parents fought again in the morning.” you sigh, feeling a big stone come off your chest with the words; it was great to be able to speak up about it. “oh baby, i am sorry.” he cradled your head in his arms. “i know things have been a bit chaotic and rough nowadays, i can see it taking a toll on you.” he whispered into your hair. “i am fine, really, it just gets tiring with time.” you reassured him, but he knew how much it hurt you on the inside. he never wanted you to lose your cheerful side, so he did his absolute best to help you in every way possible. “you know what? let’s spend the rest of the afternoon at my place darling.” he offered with a gentle hand reaching out for yours.

“i love you so much.” you confessed to joshua while making a cup of tea in his kitchen. “i love you too sweetheart. till the day this planet exists, i will always be here for you." he threw you a kiss from beside the counter, smirking mischievously. "do you want sugar or honey in the tea?” he asked while opening the cupboards and searching for the mentioned ingredients. “i think i will stick with honey.” you winked “pun intended.” his eyes lit up from laughing and he trapped you in his embrace in a swift motion; a bear hug for sadness. “good to see that your humour is still the same.” you looked at him fondly, kissing his cheek. "you always make me feel at ease, you know.” he poured out the remaining tea and grabbed your hand, initiating for you to move to the living room. "let go of every ounce of stress you have darling. you can always be yourself with me, and you can always tell me everything.” he made you lay down on the couch while he reached forward for a big blanket to cover the two of you after settling down himself. "which movie do you want to watch today?" he questioned while pulling you into his side. you only grinned at him, not saying anything. "don't tell me you want to watch what i think you want to..." he sighed; he knew your favourite comfort movie and how much you loved it, but for him it was getting a bit much. "you know exactly that i in fact want to watch that, shua!" you giggled upon seeing his distressed face. you appreciated him for not getting tired of the movie (or at least not saying that he was bored of it); he was the sweetest (as always) when you were feeling down. "fine, since you are in need of something happy i will agree on this for you darling." he smiled and grabbed the remote, putting the film on the tv immediately. “but next time i choose! deal?” he questioned playfully. “deal.” in moments like these, when he made you forget about your everyday worries, these were the times when you really realised how grateful you are for his presence in your life. you couldn't have wished for anybody else, but him as the escape from this cruel world.

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[muiitoloko]

Your husband, Your captor.

Summary: After all, you and even Turpin are trapped by his desires.

Pairing: Judge Turpin × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Cruelty, Smut and Dubious Consent.

Author's Notes: This is a story that was lost in my drafts. I never posted it because I didn't like it, but since I've been inactive for a few days, I decided to post it. I didn't proofread it, so there may be some spelling errors.

Turpin returns home after another grueling day at court, his thoughts weighed down by the responsibilities he carries and the desires he harbors. As his servants assist him in shedding his hat and coat, he dismisses Beadle with a terse nod before heading purposefully towards the locked bedroom.

With practiced precision, Turpin retrieves the key from his pocket and unlocks the door, his heart racing with anticipation at the scene that awaits him. There, bound and silenced on the bed, lies his exquisite wife, your wrists twitching in fear as you gazes at him through her restraints.

Turpin's gaze lingers on her vulnerable form, his eyes tracing the contours of her body and the tension in her exposed skin. Despite the coldness of the room, where snowflakes dance outside, a fervent heat of desire consumes him, fueled by the sight of her submissive surrender.

With deliberate slowness, he began to undress, his movements calculated to prolong the agony of anticipation. He shrugged off his jacket and vest, revealing the expanse of his chest and the taut muscles beneath his shirt. His fingers deftly unbuttoned his trousers, allowing them to fall to the floor with a soft thud as he stepped out of them with predatory grace.

Standing before your in nothing but his undergarments, Turpin exuded an aura of power and dominance that left his wife trembling with a mixture of fear and arousal. He prowled towards your like a predator stalking its prey, his gaze never leaving your as he closed the distance between them with purposeful strides.

Reaching out, Turpin traced a finger along the curve of his wife's jaw, relishing the way you flinched at his touch. "You've been a naughty girl, my dear," he purred, his voice dripping with malice. "But fear not, for I am here to teach you obedience."

With a swift motion, he ripped the gag from his wife's mouth, reveling in the way you gasped for breath as the cool air hit your flushed skin. "Please, Richard," You pleaded, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desperation. "Have mercy on me. I'll do anything you ask, just please let me go."

But Turpin only laughed in response, the sound cold and devoid of warmth as he leaned in close to whisper in your ear. "Oh, my dear, you misunderstand," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "I have no intention of letting you go. You are mine to do with as I please, and tonight, I intend to show you just how much I enjoy having you at my mercy."

With that, Turpin grabbed his wife roughly by the hair, pulling your head back to expose your vulnerable neck to his hungry gaze. He leaned in to claim your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep to taste your fear and submission as he reveled in the power he held over your.

As he explored your mouth with relentless fervor, Turpin's hands roamed over your body possessively, tracing every curve and contour with hungry reverence. He relished the feel of your soft skin beneath his fingers, the way you arched into his touch despite your protests, your body betraying your desire even as your mind resisted.

With a growl of need, Turpin tore himself away from his wife's lips, his eyes dark with desire as he gazed down at your with undisguised lust. "Prepare yourself, my dear," he commanded, his voice a low, rumbling growl that sent shivers down your spine. "Tonight, you will learn what it means to truly belong to me."

Turpin discarded his underwear and climbed on top of you, his naked body pressing against yours with relentless force. You begged your lord husband to let go of your wrists, tears streaming down your cheeks as the pain of being restrained for hours threatened to overwhelm you.

"Please, Richard," you pleaded, your voice raw with desperation. "I can't take it anymore. It hurts so much."

But Turpin paid no heed to your cries, his eyes fixed on your hot, well-trained pussy with predatory intensity. He teased you with his fingers, tormenting you with every touch as he reveled in your agony.

"You'll take whatever I give you, my dear," Turpin growled, his voice dripping with malice as he continued to torture you with his caresses. "You belong to me, body and soul, and tonight, I intend to claim every inch of you."

You instinctively tried to close your legs, but Turpin's wrath descended upon you, his hand hitting your thigh with brutal force. You screamed in pain as he grabbed your legs, forcibly pulling them apart with a force that bordered on cruelty, almost tearing you apart in his relentless pursuit of pleasure.

"Fuck, yes, that's it," Turpin hissed, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight as he gazed down at your exposed body. "You look so fucking beautiful like this, all spread out for me. I could spend hours just admiring the way you squirm beneath me, begging for mercy that will never come."

With a wicked grin, Turpin lowered his head between your legs, his tongue tracing lazy circles around your sensitive folds. He relished the taste of your arousal, the way you quivered beneath him as he teased you with slow, deliberate strokes.

"You like that, don't you, my dear?" Turpin taunted, his voice a low, husky murmur that sent shivers down your spine. "You're such a filthy little whore, getting wet for your lord husband like this. But don't worry, I'll make sure you're properly taken care of."

As Turpin continued to torment you with his tongue, you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, your body aching with need as it yearned for release. But Turpin had other plans in mind, his fingers dancing tantalizingly close to your throbbing clit as he denied you the satisfaction you craved.

"Please, Richard," you begged, your voice a desperate plea for mercy. "I need you, please, just let me come."

But Turpin only laughed in response, his dark eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as he continued to toy with you mercilessly. "Not yet, my dear," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "You'll come when I say you can come, and not a moment sooner. Now, be a good little slut and hold still while I fuck you senseless."

As Turpin stood up and positioned himself between your legs, a glint of anger flashed in his eyes, adding an unsettling intensity to his usual demeanor. With a swift motion, he pulled one of your ankles over his shoulder, his grip firm and unyielding as he entered you with a force that bordered on brutality.

You gasped in surprise at the sudden intrusion, your body tensing instinctively as Turpin filled you completely. But there was no time for hesitation as he began to thrust into you with a relentless fervor, his movements rough and unyielding as he claimed you as his own.

And as he charged at you with dogged determination, his words filled the air with a chilling sense of authority. Your husband spoke of the cases he presided over in court, the fools he sentenced to hang, and the measures he took to keep the city free of undesirables.

"You see, my dear," Turpin growled, his voice dripping with malice as he continued to fuck you without mercy. "It's my duty to uphold the law and maintain order in this city. And if that means disposing of a few nuisances along the way, then so be it. They deserve whatever fate awaits them for defying my authority."

With each word, Turpin's anger seemed to intensify, his thrusts becoming more forceful and erratic as he vented his frustrations on your helpless body. You could feel the weight of his rage pressing down on you, threatening to crush you beneath its oppressive weight as he used you to satisfy his own twisted desires.

But even as Turpin ranted and raved, you couldn't help but feel a perverse thrill coursing through your veins. Despite the pain and humiliation of being used in such a manner, there was a part of you that reveled in the sheer power and dominance he exuded, the raw intensity of his passion igniting a fire within you that burned brighter with each passing moment.

As Turpin continued to fuck you with ruthless abandon, you found yourself moaning in a mixture of pleasure and pain, your cries mingling with his in a symphony of depravity. Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body, building to an unbearable crescendo that threatened to consume you completely.

"Ohh" you groaned, your voice a desperate plea for more as Turpin drove you to the brink of ecstasy. "Fuck me, Richard. Fuck me hard, you filthy bastard."

As Turpin calmed above you, his relentless thrusts coming to a sudden halt, frustration gnawed at the edges of your consciousness. You were so close, teetering on the precipice of ecstasy, only to have it cruelly snatched away from you at the last moment.

"Damn you, Turpin," you spat, your voice laced with anger and desperation as you glared up at him with tear-filled eyes. "You cruel bastard!"

But before you could utter another word, the sting of his palm against your cheek silenced you, sending shockwaves of pain reverberating through your skull. You cried out in agony, the force of the blow leaving your head spinning as tears welled up in your eyes.

Turpin stood above you, his gaze dark with a mixture of awe and contempt as he surveyed the aftermath of his actions. It never ceased to amaze him how your defiant spirit persisted, no matter how hard he tried to break you, to bend you to his will.

"You insolent little bitch," Turpin growled, his voice dripping with disdain as he reached out to caress the cheek he had just struck. But you recoiled from his touch, turning your face away in a futile attempt to escape his cruel ministrations.

"Don't touch me, you bastard," you hissed, your voice trembling with anger and resentment. "Let me go. I've been tied up here all day, in the cold, without food or water. I'm fucking hungry!"

But Turpin only laughed in response, a cold, humorless sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Hungry, are you?" he taunted, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "Well, my dear, hunger is a powerful motivator. Perhaps it will teach you to be more obedient in the future."

The bitterness of his words cut through you like a knife, leaving you feeling raw and exposed beneath his merciless gaze. This wasn't what you had imagined when you agreed to marry him, to become his wife and bear his children. You had thought he would be different, kinder, but now you saw the truth for what it was: Turpin was a cruel, heartless bastard, and you were nothing more than a possession to him.

"Turpin, please," you pleaded, your voice cracking with emotion as you struggled against your restraints. "Let me go. I'll do anything you ask, just please, let me go."

Turpin scoffed at the notion, a derisive sneer twisting his lips as he regarded you with contempt. "Let you go?" he repeated incredulously, his voice dripping with disdain. "And why would I do that, my dear, when I've spent thousands of pounds for you? Your father sold you to me, like a horse, and I paid a good price for you. I intend to make it worth every penny."

Your heart sank at his callous words, the weight of his cruelty pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. Was this all you were to him? An object to be bought and sold at his whim, a possession to be used and discarded as he pleased?

Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to comprehend the depth of his indifference, the realization of your own insignificance cutting through you like a knife. Was this what it meant to be married to Judge Turpin, to live your life at the mercy of a man who saw you as nothing more than a means to an end?

Turpin paid no heed to your silent anguish, his gaze fixed on you with a cold intensity that sent shivers down your spine. He seemed eager to hit you again, to inflict more pain upon you as punishment for your perceived transgressions.

But as he reached out to soothe the cheek he had just struck, his hand froze in midair, his gaze locked with yours in a silent battle of wills. There was something in your eyes, a glimmer of defiance amidst the tears, that gave him pause, causing him to reconsider his next move.

"What is it, my dear?" Turpin finally spoke, his voice low and measured as he searched your face for answers. "What do you want from me?"

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat threatening to choke you as you struggled to find the words to express the tumult of emotions raging within you. "I... I wanted to love you, Richard," you whispered, your voice trembling with vulnerability. "I wanted to believe that you were kind, loving, and intelligent. I built an idea of you in my mind, an idea where we would be happy together. But I didn't expect the truth to be so... painful."

Turpin's expression softened imperceptibly, a flicker of regret flashing in his dark eyes as he listened to your confession. For a moment, it seemed as though he might relent, might acknowledge the pain he had caused you and seek to make amends.

But then, as if on cue, his features hardened once more, his resolve strengthening as he fortified himself against the memories of past betrayals. "Women," he spat, his voice laced with bitterness. "Damned seducers who manipulate and use men for their own ends. I will never allow myself to fall for their charms again."

Your heart sank at his words, the crushing weight of his indifference pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. It was clear now that Turpin had no intention of changing, no desire to be the man you had hoped he would be.

"And what of my feelings, Richard?" you choked out, your voice trembling with anguish. "Do they mean nothing to you?"

Turpin's gaze hardened, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity as he regarded you with cold detachment. "Your feelings are of no consequence to me, my dear," he declared, his voice devoid of emotion. "All I require from you is your submission, and rest assured, I will have it, whether you want it or not."

With that, Turpin went back to fucking you, his movements relentless and unforgiving as he drove himself deeper into your trembling body. You could feel the pressure building within you, the ache of unfulfilled desire threatening to consume you whole as he claimed you as his own once more.

With one hand pressed firmly against your mouth to stifle your cries, Turpin gripped your thigh with his other hand, pulling your leg around his waist to gain a better angle. His thrusts grew more urgent, more desperate, as he sought to quench the fire that burned within him, a fire fueled by his insatiable lust for you.

"Why did you have to be so good?" Turpin growled, his voice a low, guttural moan that sent shivers down your spine. "Why did you have to make me want you so much? You're nothing but a common whore, yet I can't seem to get enough of you."

You could feel the heat of his anger radiating off him in waves, mingling with the intoxicating scent of sweat and sex that hung heavy in the air. Despite the pain and humiliation of being used in such a manner, there was a part of you that reveled in the sheer power and dominance he exuded, the raw intensity of his passion igniting a fire within you that burned brighter with each passing moment.

"Why do you make me want you so much?" Turpin demanded, his voice thick with frustration as he continued to pound into you with relentless force. "Why can't you just be like the others, content to satisfy my needs without question? Why do you have to challenge me at every turn, defying me at every opportunity?"

But even as he ranted and raved, you could sense the underlying desperation in his voice, the desperate longing for something he could never truly possess. For all his power and authority, Judge Turpin was a man haunted by his own demons, trapped in a cycle of self-loathing and resentment that threatened to consume him whole.

As Turpin's thrusts grew more erratic, more desperate, you could feel yourself teetering on the brink of oblivion, your body wracked with pleasure as he drove you ever closer to the edge. And as he reached his own climax, his release washing over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy, you couldn't help but feel a sense of bittersweet satisfaction wash over you, a fleeting moment of connection amidst the chaos and despair.

Cumming deep inside you, Turpin collapsed on top of you, his head buried between your breasts as he listened to the rhythm of your heartbeat. In that moment, with your bodies entwined in a tangle of sweat and desperation, it was as if time stood still, the world falling away around you as you clung to each other in silent communion.

But even as you lay there, your breaths mingling in the stillness of the night, you knew that this moment was fleeting, a mere respite from the storm that raged within you both. Turpin may have sated his desires for now, but the demons that haunted him would always linger, lurking in the shadows, waiting to drag him back into the darkness from which he came.

And as he lay there, lost in his own thoughts, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the man who had become your husband, your captor, your tormentor. For in the end, Judge Turpin was just as much a prisoner of his own desires as you were, trapped in a cycle of pain and despair that neither of you could ever hope to escape.

#alan rickman #judge turpin #judge turpin x reader #sweeney todd #alan rickman x reader

[andypantsx3]

do you have any tips or advice for being more confident about your writing / avoiding the comparison trap on here? /gen

Hello my love!! Oh my gosh, I have a zillion and one thoughts on this subject. Please excuse how disorganized this is but I am so happy to word vom at you lmao.

I think to start with, it depends on what you're comparing: whether it's the work itself or the metrics surrounding it! I will start with the work itself, and move on to talking about metrics if that's cool.

Your Story

In terms of the quality of your work, there are a couple key things to remember!! Firstly, think it's easy to feel like so many tropes and story lines have already been done, why would anyone want to read mine? But you can circumvent this quite intentionally in your writing by thinking about what new thing you can bring to that trope or story line. And make no mistake, there is always something new, whether it's a plot twist, a unique motivator, a different character's perspective, etc.

For example, I've read and loved several merman Shouto fics, and I also wanted to write a merman Shouto fic. In the development of something in the water, I sat down and thought about what things I'd read about merman Shouto before, and how could I add to that, outside of rehashing what I'd already read. I discovered I wanted to expand on mating rituals, spend some time on the cultural differences a human and merman would inevitably have, and linger in the feeling of a tropical island because at the time of the fic's conception it was like, the dead of my winter LOL. And I do think that something in the water has turned out pretty distinct for that effort; as far as I am aware no one has written merman Shouto being wheeled into a tropical bungalow in a wheelbarrow to watch The Little Mermaid lol.

So you can always bring something new to the table! And it will make your work feel standout to you, as well, as you will be very aware of all the things you did that were unique!! You will not feel like you're just rehashing something that has already been done, you will feel like you're adding!

Also in terms of quality, I think it's helpful to look at fic writing like a growth opportunity rather than a permanent, established skill set. The "quality" of your style is not fixed, it something you actively develop by reading, digging into other people's styles, seeing how they make their writing work, and trying out some of those elements for yourself. Maybe someone has a really rich descriptive style that you find beautiful, maybe someone writes dark psychological fics that thrill you; if you spend time looking at the words they are using and how they use them, you can replicate those techniques in your own writing. You can quite literally make your own writing look more like the writing you admire by reverse engineering authors' techniques.

Conversely, writing as a growth opportunity mean you do not have to be perfect. The process of writing is the process of figuring out what works, mechanically. It's not a reflection on you at all. You don't have to write anything "good," you can publish something you had fun with, see what people react positively to in it, and turn around and take those elements forward in your next story, while abandoning the things people maybe did not love or had questions on. And rinse and repeat over and over until you do end up with something you'd term "quality."

To me at least, that thought is a huge relief. Because I can just have fun, let people say what they say, and do something different in my next story if needs must. It's like any skill set, I think. It takes time to hone but no one would call, like, Van Gogh untalented because he once started with rough and heavy pencil sketches, right?

It's the knowledge that I'm building up my future self's skill set that gives me confidence to publish, even if I'm not quite where I want to be currently! And I really hope this helps you the way it does me; the knowledge that you can do anything, write like anyone, but that it's all part of an overarching process to learn to enjoy writing like you!

Which brings me to:

The Metrics

I am just going to say flat out that you should try to ignore metrics as best you can. In my experience, metrics are absolutely no indicator of a work's quality. Some of the work I am proudest of is what anyone would consider a "flop" by note count, whereas I think some of my most trite & banal works would be considered by some metric quite "popular." And I think that way about some of my favorite fics too, one of my absolute fave fics of all time only recently broke 100 kudos on ao3 after being up for years!!

I especially think this is true on tumblr, where a work's packaging and digestibility seem to be the key elements in gaining notes (ao3 does not allow the same level of customization). Fics with elaborate headers, cute & small fonts (I am guilty of loving these), and eye-catching graphics all naturally draw attention more easily in the sea of other fics, so it makes sense why more people would tend to look at those, and subsequently like or reblog them. I also think bullet-pointed headcanons or single/short paragraph works tend to skyrocket in notes here because they're quick and easy; and that makes sense too, right? If it's easier to read of course it's likelier to be read more!

But those things mean absolutely nothing about the quality of the work within. And you can take reassurance from the fact that you too can replicate those elements if note count is what you are truly after here! You can make a video header with any of the premades on Canva! You can try different font arrangements or cool graphics. You can even write a paragraph and tag it with a bunch of different characters for maximum exposure. There is no reason to get jealous, I think, if you can do it too!!

I also think you have to be conscious of different factors at play with authors. Some authors have been around since the inception of the fandom you're in, and naturally will have had more visibility for longer than you, but that also says nothing about the quality of their work. I've been around in the BNHA fandom for four years, and by a mixture of luck and timing ended up getting to publish a lot of my work during the pandemic when more people than ever were getting into BNHA. But does that make me better than some of the newer authors joining the fandom just now? HELL no lol, if anything maybe I could be getting complacent!

And this goes for the size of fandoms and the popularity of certain characters as well!! A Shouto fic is not going to do as well as a Bakugou fic because Bakugou has like, three times the stans. A Shinsou fic is not going to do as well as a Shouto fic because Shouto has like, five times the stans lol. And a Kaiju no. 8 fic is not going to do as well as a JJK fic because the fandom size (and therefore potential audience pool) has a significant discrepancy! Don't gauge your fic's success against someone else's in a different fandom or for a different character (or honestly even at a different point in the source material's storyline because sometimes a character has a moment where they are most popular but that drops off - think BNHA Hawks in 2020/2021 vs now lol).

There is a huge variety of external factors at play that determine your exposure and audience, but absolutely none of those can ever say anything about the quality of your work. So I hope you can try to distance yourself from the need to compare your metrics to anyone else's, because quite frankly they do not mean shit.

TLDR, think the best way to overcome the comparison trap is to write a story you love and feel is unique, something you are proud of. Because no one is ever going to tell a story quite how you would, and therefore no one can ever be compared. & I hope this was helpful and addressed whatever specific area of concern you have!! But let me know if not and I'm happy to discuss more!!

#ask andie

[beneathsakurashade]

why did my favorite game turn into a dating sim? twst x gen reader (crack fic) CH 1: Bro got half a braincell

Intro

You were bored, like really bored.     So now you were sitting on the mattress that you called a bed while reading fanfics that hadn’t been touched by their authors after almost five years.  Scrolling absentmindedly through A03 you stumbled upon a new fic that somehow escaped your search.  It was titled 𝕋𝕨𝕤𝕥: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕚𝕞, in that font, just published mere minutes ago.  “Well, there’s nothing else that I want to read” you shrug and tap to open your newest discovery.  You’re greeted by a page that is blank, completely barren of words, “Is my wifi bad?” You mutter and reload the page. The page remains blank, “Wait no summary? No chapter title? Nothing?” You stare confused at your screen Did someone forget to write anything and just press post? you think attempting to exit out of the fic.  You feel nothing but a sudden fear as you shut your eyes and feel a rush of cold air and cobblestone as you hit the ground.  "Ow...the hell?" you cry and step up "Ah, good you're here!"

     An unfamiliar voice calls out and you hear someone walking over to you.  You look up to face a man wearing a bird-like mask and dressed in rich attire.  “And you are?” You ask unamused.  “I am Dire Crowley, headmage of Night Raven College!” He smiles “All I heard was that I’m a stranger and I brought you here” you retort.  “That is correct! I brought you here from your world for a once in a lifetime opportunity!” Not convinced you continue “If that once in a lifetime opportunity doesn’t include free food and housing I don’t want it-” Crowley interrupts your comment “Trust me, your food and housing will be completely covered! For I am so gracious! Now follow me, for I shall tell you why I brought you here on the way to my office”.  I don’t suppose that I have much of a choice… you think to yourself “Alright bird man, let’s get going”.  You follow this Dire Crowley through what appears to be a school, there’s people your age walking around in uniforms of various colors.  Some are holding textbooks, some are discussing yesterday’s homework and some are using their movement time to nap on the benches. 

You both arrive at his office and he opens the door, you sit yourself down at the chair in front of his desk.  “Now explain why I’m here” You start and watch as he summons papers into his hand and places them on his desk.  “You are to be part of a special program here at Night Raven College, a program which includes teaching our students about the married life.  If they so desire to partake in it later in life” Crowley explains.  You nod and pause “Wait…so what does teaching your students about being married have to do with me?” inwardly you think Okay...this is definitely not the NRC I'm used to, there's no such thing as a marriage program.  He explains further “Well you see, I have contacted your siblings, and they say that this experiment would do good for you! So this is a win win situation for us yes?” nodding slowly you pause and mutter "Wait...why does this feel familiar?"  Stiffening you realize that you were summoned into the world of Twisted Wonderland, right in the middle of Night Raven College, a school full of cute guys...and a deadbeat principal...

    You gaze at the first page in the small stack that you were given, at the top there’s a section for your basic info.  Filling the first page out you flip over to the back, there are a few more basic questions, like what’s your best subject, your hobbies, and your likes and dislikes.  After filling out the first page you turn to the second, which has information about a young man named Riddle Rosehearts, there’s no photo set for either of you.  You knew a lot about Riddle, Twisted Wonderland was your current hyperfixation, so you knew damn well about everything for every character, you could probably be like Azul and blackmail everyone at school with the dirt you had on them.  Still, it was strange having their info presented to you on a sheet of paper, you usually used the wiki to get your info, wait...what if you get your own twst wiki page?  What if someone is studying your page like you studied your favorite boys'?  Shuddering at the thought you look through the what was written on the pages, Age 20...wait wasn't he seventeen in the original game? Is this an au or something? Birthday is August 24th, homeland is Queendom of Roses, man I wish my homeland was called that tbh... Best subject is practical magic…whatever that is.  He’s in the Equestrian club, righttt, I forgot that NRC is a rich kid school, ain't no way my school has the budget for horses.  Ughhh my sister was a horse girl, I do not wanna handle more seasons of Heartland.  Hobby is hedgehog tending? That sounds awfully cute, bro better share them hedgehog tending responsibilities.  Pet peeve is rulebreaking? I mean it depends I guess, like some rules are dumb, and some aren’t so… Favorite food is strawberry tarts, sounds yummy, least fave food is junk food, oop bro is gonna hate my fave foods.  Talent is being fast at solving crossword puzzles? Mine is probably being fast at Fruit Ninja-. 

Crowley snaps and breaks you out of your thoughts, “So what do you think of your first partner Mx. L/N?” you try to keep as calm as possible (as one can when they get the news that they're going to be marrying a character from their favorite game) and cough.  "He seems interesting, so when do I get to meet him?”     “Quite soon Mx. L/N, after school today you both will meet.  Then tomorrow you will both attend classes together, and share a dorm room”.  “You want me to share a room with a stranger?” “Fear not Mx. L/N, there will be separate beds, and our students are very respectful.  If anything arises please report to Mr. Crewel, he will deal with such things swiftly”.  "Sure whatever you say..." you mutter and ask what happens now, trying to meet Riddle as soon as possible.  You walk alongside Crowley as he leads you to an empty classroom with a single student inside.  Sitting down at a desk with his head buried deep within a book, the only thing that you can see is two strands of strawberry red hair.  Sits the familiar sight of a particular rule obsessed student.  “Uh, Riddle, right?” You peep up and he looks up at you “Oh hello, you must be the student that the Headmage told me about” you nod in response.  “Yea I am, so uh…what do we do now?” You look behind you and notice that Crowley is gone, “Did he just leave? Bruh, guys always do this…” you remark sighing.  "Shall we introduce each other properly?" Riddle suggests and you shrug.  He stands up from his seat "My name is Riddle Rosehearts, Housewarden of Heartslabyul, it is an honor to meet you.  I do hope that our partnership shall be enjoyable".  You smile "I'm Y/N L/N, uhhh, an average college student.  It's nice to meet you".  

A/N: guys this is a cringey I know lol, this is basically for me to practice my writing. also fun fact the chapter titles r from wattpad comments. ok I'll go now bye :>

#twst #fanfic #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #crack fic #robbedofeggsaladwriting

[fangbangerghoul]

Vicious Rebirth (Erik's POV) DD2 Arisen x Pawn Endgame spoilers

This is my WIP Wednesday! It's not entirely part of the fic I am currently working on but it's a bit of context! Tagging some people below, don't feel pressured to post! I was just curious if you had anything juicy waiting to be shared!

Tagging: @bearlytolerant , @lisa-and-shadow , @arisenreborn , @linashirou , @crystal-overdrive

@staticpallour , @ellstersmash , @roguishcat , @a-cosmic-elf

He had been sitting there watching her. His eyes never lingered for too long since that first day she brought him back. Not after the horrors they went through. There was a part of him, deep inside him that longed to ask if she was okay. For her to know what he meant if he did. Erik knew she was okay, physically, perhaps emotionally as well. Her memory seemed to be wiped perfectly of the events that took place only a month ago. An eternity ago for him. His fingers furled into his palm; knuckles whiten with his frustrations. The itch to feel the Arisen's skin against his own. To have the sound of her heartbeat in rhythm with his own, once again. But even if she seemed okay, there were still parts of her that felt unfamiliar to him. Yes, she still danced beautifully with her daggers in combat as she once did. She had the same attitude towards authority as she once did. She even snored when she allowed herself to rest like she once did, but there was something off. A moment of silence at the camp and he could catch a glimpse of it in those golden eyes when she thought no one perceived her. An ache, an incurable exhaustion. He felt it too. At least he thought he could through the threaded connection of their coexistence. It felt incomplete and severed in that horrid moment. His freedom in those final moments meant nothing without her and he loathed it. A part of him wondered how they ended up here. If time was truly rewritten, or if this was a mad game played by a god they had scorned in another life. Another part of him also didn't care if they had. Erik knew he would repeat this cycle until he found a way to be the sole focus of the Arisen's attentions. When the world would no longer need her sacrifice. Which he found particularly selfish of the world around them. His blue eyes strayed to her dark lips, the gloss reflecting the flames that sit in front of her. He can almost taste the warmth of it on his own tongue. When he closes his eyes, he can feel how gentle they are against his, how much he would give to cup her round face into his hands and hold her there to take in all of her. Erik knew he would have to wait. Wait for her to remember. Or for her to want him like she had again. It frustrated him to his core but he would do anything for her. Anything.

#dd2edit #dd2 #dd2 arisen #dd2 pawn #dd2 spoilers #dragons dogma #dragons dogma pawn #dragons dogma 2 #arisen x pawn #arisen #pawn #oc: ghoul #oc: erik #dd2 fanfic #dragons dogma ii fanfiction #dragons dogma 2 spoilers #dragons dogma 2 fanfic #snippet #wip wednesday #fang writes

[helenakwayne]

Recently finished your fic and wondering if you have written anything else for Kanthony (even if it is without the lovely Ted Lasso references). Also, are there3 other Kanthony fics you recommend?

Hi anon. Thanks for reading. Updated to add: Your recs are below.

To answer your first question, that was my first Kanthony fic. I'm ploughing my way through a new one that will (sadly) not have any Ted Lasso references. However, I don't want to post it until it is complete, and I'm currently struggling with chapter 2 of 6 (according to the current plotted outline). So... stay tuned?

As for Kanthony fic recs, wow... daunting. There are 340 Kanthony fics sitting in my Kindle right now that I've either read and liked, or am planning to read. So, whatever recs I make are definitely not comprehensive. It always seems unfair to recommend fics because I always feel like I'm leaving a bunch of really great authors out. I'll give it a try, but please know I could mention a lot more authors and stories.

Let's see (there'll be M's and E's below, so pay attention to ratings and warnings) :

anidlequeen wrote Footie, which shares certain themes with THTKY. A personal favorite from this author is And Now I Got Too Much At Stake.

caciopepebowl is prolific. I have a soft spot for the recent Close Encounters of the Acutest Kind.

lookingforthestars wrote I didn’t know that loving you was the happiest I’ve ever been. It was one of the first fics I read and really liked.

I had recently mentioned Moomin_94 for (I feel) the lavender haze creeping up on me, which had a premise that caught me off guard and had me laughing all the way through. They also wrote Offside, which is just a fun ride with football and Anthony being his best Roy Kent.

You can't go wrong with PenguinofProse. I remember liking An Adult Playmate.

ramarro's Three Cities and We Never Lived Here. Hot...

royalwisteria's three part series that begins with there be fury on the waves. Amazing.

Speaking of author's with only one Kanthony fic out there, ryanatwood's say my name and everything just stops is truly terrific and I wish they'd write more.

starkswinterfelling's it only takes a taste (which is, of course, part of the Operation: Barista series).

There. Lots of authors/stories missing, but I hope that's a good starting point. Happy reading.

#kanthony #kathani sharma #kathani bridgerton #kate sharma #kate bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #kate x anthony #anthony x kate #bridgerton #kanthony fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #fic

[firelordsfirelady]

XVII. The List

Author: @firelordsfirelady

Imagine: When Y/N—a princess of one of the Water Tribes—is told she’s leaving her tribe, she never expects that she’s to be betrothed to the Fire Lord’s son, nor was she prepared to be exiled the very day she arrived at the Fire Nation. With her life in the hands of her new fiancée, how will life change for the princess? 

Pairing: Zuko x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: arranged marriage, feelings of fear, banishment, mentions of burns/abuse, frustration, violence, betrayal, language

Word Count: 1639

Destined to be Yin and Yang 

I own no rights to Avatar the Last Airbender or any of the characters/story. 

Author’s Notes

The characters as all aged up so Zuko’s banishment happens when he’s 16 

Keep in mind I am bringing a unique world with inspiration from ATLA in their characters, some of the events that happen, bending, etc. Not many things may align or occur with what happened in the show. It’s intended that way, so I hope you enjoy it regardless.

See Y/N’s look this chapter here. 

Destined to be Yin and Yang Soundtrack (YouTube)

I had just pulled the undershirt over my head to expose my wound when a gentle set of knocks sounded at my door.

“It’s me.” Zuko’s voice was quiet from the other side of the door. “Can I come in?” Sighing as I looked down at the undergarments that kept my chest covered, I debated telling the Prince to buzz off. 

Why do you need to check on your distraction? I thought sarcastically before I granted him permission to enter. I turned my back to the door before I could see Zuko walk in. 

“Where are we off to next?” I asked as I finished taking the shirt off of me. “I know you saw the sky bison flying away too.” The last words I whispered were soft as I held my shirt in my hands. The sound of a door closing then water sloshing in a bucket brought my attention to the Prince as he set down a bucket before he looked at the wound on my left shoulder. The area around it was slightly red as the cells within worked hard to repair the damage caused by the rock, and it was slightly oozing a bit of clear liquid now. Zuko took a seat on the edge my bed as he rolled up his sleeves.

“We must wait for news of anything unusual.” Zuko’s voice sounded defeated as he grabbed a rag from within the bucket. “It’s a waiting game now.” He carefully wrung out the excess water from the rag before he moved to come towards me, but I grabbed his wrist lightly to stop him.

“I can handle my wounds.” I felt the rush of blood as it came to turn my cheeks red in the soft candlelight. I found it hard to look at Zuko as his eyes tried to convey whatever emotions he was feeling. Looking away from him, I tried to grab the rag, but Zuko tightened his grip on the cloth.

“I know you can handle your wound.” Zuko’s words were barely above a whisper. “Please, just let me help.” I bit back any hurt remark I would’ve thrown at him as I nodded my head and allowed Zuko to tend to the wound. His touch was gentle as he cleaned the area around the wound, and we sat in silence as neither of us made eye contact with the other. I wondered if he could feel how rapid my heart was beating with his proximity, or if he knew how messed up he had my heart, mind, and feelings. 

“You shouldn’t have done that.” He whispered as he dipped the rag back in the bucket. 

“There’s a long list of things I shouldn’t do.” I said just as quietly as the Firebender had. “So, I’m going to need you to elaborate.” 

“You should have gone back to the boat.” Zuko said as he brought the rag back to clean my wound. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, but his gaze was focused on the wound in my shoulder. The golden orbs held a deep sadness as he paused his action when he noticed my gaze on his face.

Gently taking the rag from Zuko, I levitated a small ball of water to me before maneuvering it to occupy the small deep hole in my shoulder. Closing my eyes, I focused on the flow of water in my body as I willed the wound to close. Bringing my hands back down, I heard Zuko’s sharp intake of air as he saw the faint scar that replaced the open wound.

“If I had, then Iroh would be the one with the injury.” My eyes remained closed as I spoke softly. “Staying on the boat is on the list of something I shouldn’t have done.” A moment of silence passed between us before Zuko quietly asked.

“What else is on the list?” I felt my heart stop briefly before it began to rapidly beat as I swallowed my nerves and decided to honestly speak with the man looking at me with golden pools for eyes.

“I probably shouldn’t have been on the boat to the Fire Nation three years ago.” I opened my eyes to look at my hands that were placed in my lap. “I probably should’ve died once I stepped foot in the Fire Nation Capital.” A joyless chuckle left me as felt a wave of emotions crash into me.

“I shouldn’t have kept my dream about the Avatar to myself, but I wouldn’t have been able to see the light leave your eyes if it was another empty lead.” I wet my lips and swallowed before I continued. “I shouldn’t have been jealous at the thought of someone waiting for you back home, and I shouldn’t have been so relieved when you didn’t.” Looking up, I found intense golden pools staring at me, and the wave of emotions hit me harder as my heart raced within my ribcage.

“I shouldn’t be in an arranged marriage with you. I mean, you’re a Firebender,” I motioned towards Zuko before I took some water from the bucket and played with it between my hands. “And I’m a Waterbender.” I guided the water to extinguish one of the lit candles nearby, and I sighed. 

Our elements themselves are yin and yang.

“I shouldn’t hate how the world treats you, and I shouldn’t see the good in you.” I could feel my heartbeat in my throat as I barely whispered my next words as I looked at Zuko again. “I shouldn’t care about you as much as I do.” The only sound in the room was the soft inhales and exhales of our breathing as the Firebender looked back at me. My eyes tried their best to memorize every detail of the man’s face in case I didn’t see him this close again.

“There’s a long list of things I shouldn’t have done.” I said in a normal tone as I leaned back into the chair. “Two things aren’t on that list: helping you rescue your uncle, and helping you regain your honor.” A yawn escaped my lips before I could stop it.

“You’ll have to forgive me, Prince Zuko, but I am exhausted after today’s events.” Zuko frowned slightly at his formal title. “I am in desperate need of a bath before bed.” I laughed a bit to help hide the heat of embarrassment in my cheeks. Zuko stood after I started to stand, but he gently grabbed my wrist as I went to walk past him, stopping me in my tracks. Turning to look at him, I felt a gentle tug before soft lips met mine and a hand cupped the left side of my face. As his other hand cupped the other side of my face, I closed my eyes and kissed the Firebender back before he pulled back to look at me.

“You shouldn’t have done that….” I whispered as I searched Zuko’s eyes for the answer to the question my heart was dying to know.

“I shouldn’t have done a lot of things.” Zuko whispered as his golden eyes steadily held my gaze. “I shouldn’t have been such an asshole to you.” Zuko’s right thumb gently stroked the left side my face as his eyes put his guilt on full display. “I shouldn’t have called you a distraction.”

“I shouldn’t act like you don’t mean anything to me.” Disbelief overtook my face as my heart leapt in my throat, and I struggled to swallow it back down.

“You shouldn’t say things you don’t mean….” I whispered while my mind raced and my heart panicked as my eyes flickered to look at Zuko’s lips before looking back to the golden pools. A soft smile was on Zuko’s lips as he looked at me before his hands left my face and he extended his right pinky to me.

“I pinky promise that I won’t say anything I don’t mean.” He whispered as his hopeful eyes searched mine. With my heart racing in my chest, I wrapped my pinky around his and squeezed.

“There’s another one more thing on my list.” Zuko whispered as he kept holding the pinky promise with reddened cheeks, and I raised an eyebrow. “I shouldn’t enjoy doing this.” Using my pinky to close the space between us, Zuko’s lips met mine in a gentle kiss. With red cheeks, we pulled away from each other and I let out a small giddy chuckle then smiled at the Firebender.

“I’m glad I wasn’t the only one.” Zuko smiled as he suddenly looked away in embarrassment before he cleared his throat and lightly rubbed the back of his head.

“I fear that I have kept you from getting to bed,” Zuko’s words were soft as he nervously shifted on his feet. “Forgive me.” He said in a teasing manner as the corner of his lip raised in a slight smile. I sucked my teeth as I slightly shook my head in a teasing manner.

“I might be incline to forgive you if there’s jasmine tea involved in the apology.” I smiled at Zuko as I rocked slightly on my heels then straightened up and stifled another yawn. “I really need to go bathe before I pass out in the water and drown.”

“There will be no drowning with me around.” Zuko said with a small laugh. “I wouldn’t want to break my pinky promise.” I smiled as Zuko walked towards the door.

“Good night, Zuko.” I said as he turned around to look at me once he was in the hall before I got on my tip toes and placed a light kiss on his lips.

“Good night, Y/N.” The Firebender’s cheeks were red as he turned around and went into his room across the hall.

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[benkyoutobentou]

#i saw someone talking about how they had copies of the same book in multiple languages and i was like.... why tho #like i get collecting multiple language editions of a favorite of yours #but this was presented as specifically for reading in other languages #idk am i the odd one out here? #i will not read anything translated Into Japanese #the way i look at it is that i learn languages to get a deeper understanding of the author's original intent #but as of right now theres still a little bit of a language barrier #translation is already a type of barrier between you and the original work #so why would i want to be twice removed from what the author is saying #languages #langblr #studyblr #language learning #benkyou posting #polls #memes #studyinspo #polyglot #the only reason i can see myself reading a book translated into japanese is if i really want to read it but japanese is the only #available language i know #but even then #i always have so many books to read that it really wouldnt make a difference if i either a. read it or not #or b. waited for it to be translated into english #i do know that im weird about translations though

[birdmenmanga]

@raventhekittycat

hi okay so I've been mulling this one over for the past day or two and I think I have the answer. not to be using hamburger to explain anything to an american but you're my detco mutual so I'm going to try and explain it in detco terms

There's a post going around recently about how if you've read detco and only detco, the first time hakuba shows up you're going to be totally flummoxed, because damn this guy is clearly important, he gets to be even cooler than Shinichi, he's got a half-page shot of him (in such a panel-dense series such as Detective Conan, no less!!) and he's got a fucking hawk. he's CLEARLY important. everything about the narrative is indicating that you need to PAY ATTENTION to hakuba and that he's the coolest guy and he's important!!!! and then he dies in the case lol (not for real. but still.)!! and you're like huh??? what was that. why did aoyama do that.

But with the context of magic kaito this totally makes sense. He's a beloved character that people have been waiting decades to see again. Of course Aoyama is going to hype him up!! It's his big moment after years of being locked in the backrooms!!!

Anyways reading birdmen for me was kind of like that. The author's previous series, Kekkaishi, was pretty one-dimensional at the beginning, and even after the main plot started picking up at around volume 6, it still felt quite understandable. I knew what she was trying to get at, and the spectacular job she did with the anthropocene and climate change metaphor towards the end of that series really made me interested in the rest of her works. That and the way she writes familial relationships is absolutely DEVASTATING. (I mean this with the highest of praise)

But when I read BIRDMEN for the first time, I was probably in... middle school, maybe? And I read it, sure, but I didn't get it. I could see what was literally happening on the page but the narrative choices were absolutely baffling at times. Why skip over the entire part of the plot where they figure out who the birdman that saved them was? She blatantly doesn't care about that. What does she care about then?? I knew I didn't get it, I knew there were parts of it that were important and I couldn't figure out why and THAT'S how it dug its pretty little claws into me. Even after I finished catching up it nagged at me a little bit, not often at all, but enough that every once in a while I go, huh, right, that was a thing, let me go read it again.

For the record this type of story haunting has happened to me twice. First time was the Heart of Thomas, second time was BIRDMEN. I think the thing is that these are both stories which are not what other people say they are and I think I came into both of these stories with a misconception, trying to look too hard for things that weren't important and therefore missing the things that were.

Because sure, BIRDMEN is about mental illness. Yeah, it's about an evil scientific organization growing mutants in a lab. Yeah, it's about what it means to leave your humanity behind. That's all technically correct, on a surface level, and the fandom at large likely agrees with these takes for the most part, but in my opinion none of that really delves into what the thematic messaging of the story is about.

There are cryptic conversations about authority and human extinction and peculiar outfit and ability choices. You can tell these choices weren't made to serve the purpose of "writing exciting shonen manga" because that was what she did for the most part in Kekkaishi and you can tell she wasn't putting her whole pussy into doing that here. So what was she doing? What's like. All of this. Waves my hands at this.

The short answer is that it's really about the interplay between capitalism (represented by humanity) and communism (represented by birdmen), and explores the role institutional white supremacy (EDEN) plays in enforcing capitalism. It is ALSO about queer liberation and the importance of community, but hey, that double-stacks conveniently with the communism metaphor.

But also take this opinion of mine with a grain of salt. As far as I know I'm the only one who really truly deeply believes that it is not only AN interpretation of the work, but one that was fully intended by the author.

So basically, I like it, because I think it says something true and beautiful that I also believe in, even if I didn't have the words for it the first time I read it. But I don't really think that's what people really look for in a media recommendation.

Do I like it? Yes, I love it. Will I recommend it to others? Yeah, sure. But do I think it's deeply flawed? Yeah, absolutely. It's flawed in the same ways as The Witch from Mercury— a rushed ending, too many threads that were opened and never tied together. The pacing and characterization is perfect in the beginning, and too rushed at the end. There are prerequisites you basically HAVE to read in order to understand the story (tempest for G-Witch and the communist manifesto for birdmen). I think a truly good story wouldn't have any of these things so if people don't like it I never blame them.

It's my personal experiences that make birdmen so profound to me. If you are not queer I just don't think Eishi coming out as a birdman to his mom will hit the same, just as an example. Sorry that I wasn't the kid you wanted me to be. I know you love me and you just want the best for me and that's why you're so controlling, because you think I can be saved by conforming to societal expectations. But I can't live like that. I can't be like that. And that's why I must go. etc.

Aesthetically I do love birdmen a lot. If I had to describe it in a few words it would probably be "chilling", "beautiful", and "powerful", which nicely coincides with the type of things I personally like to draw. It's also silly to a small degree but it's so serious and I know Tanabe can be way way way funnier (read kekkaishi for this. kekkaishi and hanazakari no kimitachi he were foundational to my sense of sequential art humor) so that's not really the standout trait of this series.

I can't let it go because I'm chewing this series like a bone. And it's taking me years but I am getting that sweet sweet marrow. By god. We are on year 3 of this shit and I am GOING to understand this series. and I'm going to make 3 video essays about it

#just thinking thoughts... #stray bird thoughts #so it's like... I don't like it because birdmen is good #I think I like it because I am a certain type of person and the author was trying to say something specifically to the type of person I am #OH #I'M THE TARGETED AUDIENCE THATS WHY I LIKE IT. #YEAH THATS REALLY IT!!! #A long time ago I said that birdmen wasn't written for the people who read it at the time it serialized. #it was written for the people they would become. #and I stand by that 100% #if it really stays with you there is going to be a reason even if you can't articulate it yet #and it may APPEAR sloppy to someone who doesn't see the queer or communist metaphor #like 'what is she doing what is she saying here she's not saying anything meaningful and emphasizing the wrong things' #but that sort of presumes she is gunning to make 'the best shonen manga ever' #which she clearly isn't. #I remember when I was reading fma with a bunch of my classmates and I'd lend them a volume or two every day #and a piece of feedback I received that has stuck with me was 'volume 15 was so boring' #(that was the volume recounting the ishval civil war. it was boring because we were middle schoolers and didn't REALLY get it.) #and like. I think to people who are looking for something like kks. the whole thing is going to feel like fma volume 15 #like WHAT is she going on about? ? ? #like witch hat and dunmesh I think are similar types of stories but I think these two are just executed way better than bm #but because of that it is just not as compelling to me you know. #like yeah yeah it's well constructed. we all see it's well constructed. #the metaphor is so well constructed that I don't feel the need to point it out. everyone is saying it already you know #but bm is cryptic enough and just slightly missed that execution enough that I feel like I'm pulling the analysis out of a smoking wreckage #recently I've been watching mentourpilot videos about airplane accidents and like. that's exactly it. #there's nothing to say about a perfectly executed flight. #it's the ones that failed. and in particular the ones that just barely failed by a little bit. that compels people the most. #cue my de communism is failure post. bc that bm sure did fail.

[nerdnag]

Oh btw I found out this week that I "won" a human rights case against my local authorities 😎

#It sucks that I can't talk about it because I want to talk about it #But I would doxx myself if I did.. #Anyway here's a vague kinda post abt it for you all to feel proud of me 🥳 #If anyone wonders about the “won”: #The decision very firmly said that I am in the right and that the local authorities infringed on the constitution and human rights #In how they treated me #But apart from this very clear slap on the wrist and instructions to adjust their routines and such in line with the decision #And apart from establishing a good and clear precedent #The decision itself doesn't do a lot else. I don't get any compensation or anything #But hopefully I have made some kind of difference. Some kind of dent. #And hopefully in the future others won't have to be treated the same way I was. #That is a win if anything #Nagnerd

[thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname]

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#pickle pontificates #girl help is the lilyorcharddungeonmeshi video gonna be what finally drives me to make a video essay now that school's over #or am i just gonna watch it and rant to my sister and then forget about it as usual #OR am i gonna decide to be normal and not watch things i know are gonna make me mad #i barely know anything about The Discourse surrounding her and i do not care #i just know i saw the steven universe video and another one awhile back and i kept watching because i was hoping in good faith #that there would be A Point #but there never was #it's just a really weird anger and vitriol and attempt to justify not liking something by arguing that it's bad #and a stubborn insistence on analyzing the separate parts of a thing without even attempting to see whether there's anything #in how the parts fit together. like that's media analysis 101. you see what's there. you see how it fits together. you interpret it #you turn it around and play with the interpretations #you try to figure out what the author was trying to convey and then you look at what you got out of it and what others got out of it #you acknowledge that stuff can be good and you can still hate it. or you acknowledge that stuff can be bad and you can still like it #and you acknowledge that sometimes stuff is just neutral and may have different effects on different people #not just ''raaaaaagh this character did bad things and is therefore bad and irredeemable and there is no other option'' #newsflash babe. most characters are like that #and like. i acknowledge that there may be ragebait at play here #but i do like engaging with weirdo opinions sometimes because it gives me a chance to articulate my own feelings and investigate why #i feel that way #but i do have to be careful to make sure i'm not just getting off on being mad and falling down the hole for no reason so. we'll see #edit: i remember what it was now it was the writing tips video #it's the weird black and white there's only one way to do art and i'm right about it all the time attitude

[abyssalpriest]

I think whatever I end up doing the lesson is at its core "you need to stop seeing all attempts at saying you experience something as you taking up too much space and being dangerous, and you also need to understand everyone always makes mistakes sometimes (nothing anyone thinks is fully right) and you're not lesser and amateur at channelling because you aren't fully right, and also some third thing he says there is but idk what it is"

#Bc I don't want to be an authority anyway I just want to have fun embodying my role as a channeller of his like.... #And IDK I think at some point I need to understand that cycles of abuse happen when people think they're owed something and that others #deserve to go through what they went through. But I.... Am so against continuing the cult cycle that I sit here making light of #my life's work and not respecting is at all on the off chance it might negatively impact anyone in any way bc negative impact on my mind is #just immediately equalled to Cult Activity in my head. But like. Bruh. I don't even like interacting w people that much and I have the #Schizotypal Thing of not having an impulse to make new friends let alone a fuckin cult #Anyway. I need to stop catastrophising ''it would be nice to make this whole channelling Leviathan into an official thing #and test the limits of channelling and divination and whatnot'' into ''oh my god that's making myself an authority like he said not to do #and also that's just borderline making a cult that's continuing cycles of abuse'' bruh. Me occasionally doing a reading about his opinions #on something for someone else while making sure that someone understands my disclaimers that it's being translated through me/etc #Or something like that. Is not..... Declaring myself an authority on anything nor roping them in to rely on me ESPECIALLY when I always #explain how you SHOULDN'T rely on me as fact bc it's never fact like that's.... #Anyway. I should've expected this now that I think about it bc he often works with spiritual consultants for human groups and shit like #And he is endlessly humbling lbfr he always tells people who are worth working with when they're being dumb/etc and I want to be #Worth working with. Anyway. God hello I Need More by Misanthrop. ''I need more I need nothing I need more I need nothing'' yeah exactly #That's already a leviathan song this context is absolutely a mood. There is a MIDDLE GROUND. #Anyway again this is years away but #I'm way too socially anxious to do anything close to the thing like this blog just Existing is already testing all my social buttons but hey #ramblings // #Diary //

[lorillee]

anyways this week ive been on the hunt for a very specific brand of awful high school au with ... minimal luck. i will say i am mildly fascinated by how absolutely inescapable luffy/nami was back in the earlier days of the fandom. even more baffled by the fact that both of their personalities are butchered beyond belief in all of these - like... okay real talk if you have to completely destroy one or both of the characters in your ship to make this work... maybe....... you don't ship those characters. you ship your original characters LOL

#like idk maybe lu/na can work in some capacity im not here to judge. but WOW do these authors not understand either of these characters #like. at all #if you've never done a dive into the ffn you would probably honestly be shocked #at the sheer amount of dark! smart! different df! godlike! luffy fics #in which his harem consists of every single relevant female character #like okay you say luffy is your favorite character but in all of your fics his personality is completely reversed #maybe..... maybe you dont like luffy all that much. maybe you like your oc with luffys name and face plastered onto it #either way ive been reading a lot of. what can only be described as . shlock #but its not the brand of shlock i want #one time. one time for this one fandom. i accidentally stumbled upon the most horrifying melodramatic soap opera high school au #i have. ever ever seen. i was a bit traumatized. but unfortunately after skimming through levels of drama never known to man #and subsequently skimming through a lot of really. really boring high school aus #i have come to realize that i will likely never find anything even remotely on that level ever again #and i am. honestly mostly disappointed. not entirely because like i said it was a bit traumatizing to read. but also...... man #even more man because a few months after i found it the author deleted it and said she was going to rewrite it. but tbh i doubt it #when stuff like that happens the author gets to chapter 3 and then gives up #but either way. yeah ive been searching for that high ever since and have come away terribly disappointed #maybe this unicorn fic is hiding somehwere in the ffn and maybe im just too picky. but i will die before i read cora/law or ace/sabo/luffy