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crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington · 4 months

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yooooo!!! you’re my favorite ethan winters artist i just wanna say that first and foremost, thank you for the wholesome content of my comfort character and father figure 🥹🫶

i’m really curious bc i feel like i see a lot of people against mithan (not me personally, i’m p neutral on them!) but i’m curious to know all your thoughts on them! thoughts on their canon relationship, their fanon portrayal, the backlash against them/mia accusations, and your headcanons? i’m just really interested!!! hopefully that’s not weird :”)

have a good day!! sparkle on!!! ✨💖

i heart mithan... i think that they can be so cute...

i personally hc them t4t and i like to think that the dated in highschool before they both had fully transitioned

mia likes to bake and ethan likes to scrap book and he always likes to take pictures of mias cakes/ baked goods and has a album for them 😭

i am a multishipper so i draw a lot of ethan ships so my girl is left out sometimes and im sorry mia 😔

i actually really like their relationship, its a really complex dynamic that i like to talk about with my friends

i think the issue is that when talking about mithan or mia in general, theres just SO MUCH misinformation that its honestly a pain the butt to talk about

people still think that she was responsible for the creation of eveline, people still think that she experimented on eveline, people still use examples of her attacking ethan as if she did it on her own will instead of being mind controlled

in reality she was just someone who oversaw the transportation of evie. im not excusing her or anything because obviously she knew what she was doing, but people really try to accuse her of doing something she didnt and it bothers me alot lol

the problem with the fandom is that people either try to water her down to girlboss who did nothing wrong and fail to acknowledge the complexity/ moral grayness of her character and the other side is misogynists 😭😭😭😭

its hard to talk about her without people either going "stop trying to villainize her and make her look bad!" or people ACTUALLY villainizing her and acting like heisenberg would have treated him better 😭😭

mithan is such a sad relationship because they loved each other so much and that ended up being the reason their relationship fell apart (sort of... its not like the broke up... ethan kinda just straight up died)

i get a lot a trouble for saying this, but mia is a selfish person.

its not a bad thing! well i mean it is but it doesnt make her some evil witch who is somehow worse than the guy how made a werewolf american ninja warrior. its just a major character flaw she has! which is good! mia being a flawed person who makes mistakes and morally gray decisions make her a more interesting person!

she is selfish in the way that she wants to keep her family with her no matter the cost. even if it means lying to ethan about her job so that he wont think different of her. here is a interrogation from the re7 DLC, which is easy to miss!

she isnt necessarily trying to apologize for the things she has done, she is more of a, "u wont need to forgive me in the first place if we just forget it all and move on"

she doesn't try to redeem herself for what she has done, she tries to move on and return to the normal life that she wants so bad. which is fine! everyone copes a different way and she has to right to move on from her trauma. the problem that lies in this is that she has a shared trauma with ethan who still has no idea what went on in dulvey and still effects him till the present (he is mold! this is a important thing to know! most people would want to know if they were a walking corpse)

she played a direct part in what happened in dulvey, and im not referring to the email, she did not send that. she never wanted ethan to come in the first place. she tried her best to send a video to him, begging him to forget about her because she wanted to protect him, BUT it didnt send.

he got involved because she was involved. its honestly a series of really really unfortunate events.

THOUGH! she did know what she was getting into. im tired of seeing the narrative that mia was innocent and didnt know what was going on or was simply a bystander. she knew what she was doing, she knew eveline was a bioweapon, she knew eveline was a child. she used a MACHINE GUN! she knows how to use weapons and was obviously trained for it.

she tried her best to keep everybody out of the mess, ex: warning the bakers not to take them in, warning ethan not to find her, sacrificing herself for ethan in the later half of re7

but again, those are the consequences of HER actions

her consequences just happen to get really big and end up hitting ethan on the head like a metal sheet 😭

their relationship is really so interesting, it makes me really sad to think about sometimes 😭they both went through something that nobody else would ever understand, in the end they really only have each other. they get moved to an entire different country and the dulvey incident gets covered up with a "gas leak"

its really tragic because their marriage definitely had some flaws and bumps. and i know im repeating myself but its because people always take this in the worst way possible but just because i say their relationship was rocky doesnt mean im saying they dont love each other!!! thats the entire basis of mias character!! saying she doesnt love ethan would destroy her entire character!

you can see in the re8 DLC how fondly ethan talks about mia! he loves her so much, though im not sure if his comments in the DLC are him narrating current (post re8) or his thoughts before everything went down and he died (pre re8)

everything mia did was because she LOVED ethan. she would never do anything to intentionally hurt him, she is not a cruel person. she hides the truth of her job from ethan pre re7 because she loves him and doesnt want her job to drive them apart. she CONTINUES to refuse to tell ethan the truth post re7 because she wants to move on a live a happy normal life with him and knows something like her being directly associated with the connections would probably cause (more) problems. she refuses to tell ethan that he is mold because again, hard to live a happy marriage with your husband after you tell him hes a bioweapon.

obviously i dont think it was right that she did this, thats what makes her selfish! she did it for herself! she did it for her family! she thought it would work out, she thought that they could move on and be happy together.

the issue is that ethan didnt want to forget. he wanted to know what happened, he wanted to know the part mia played, he wanted answers! which is reasonable! he knows to some extent that mia was partially responsible for his involvement and he was always suspcious that mia was lying to him about her job which is implied when mia says "you were right, i did lie to you"

she doesnt learn, she doesnt stop lying, her lies get bigger and worse and it sucks yeah but it makes her so interesting!!! she keeps doing stupid things under the idea that this is whats best for her and her family, that if she hides this everything will work out and it will be for the better but its not!

just because telling your husband hes dead and a bioweapon is a hard subject to bring up doesnt mean you DONT bring it up. people shouldnt use that as a reason to excuse mia 😭, its a very bad excuse and honestly highlights how horrible their communication skills were. you cant just not tell your husband that he is actually infected with the mold and not tell him for the tree years between post re7 and pre re8.

im not saying these things to put mia down, or try and villanize her. these are all just actual things her character does! she isnt evil, but she isnt a knight in shining armor either. we need to be able to have talks about complex characters without crying everytime someone points out a flaw. characters have flaws! and mia just happens to have a lot of them!

im not mad at her, i dont dislike her because i think this way of her. shes a fictional character! you can like characters that are morally gray, or villains that drink blood and make corpse soldiers. they are fictional! pointing out the flaws of a character does not mean i dont like them.

i wouldnt call her "the real villain of re8" but i wouldnt treat her like a damsel in distress either. she is a competent person, she knows what shes doing, she has her reasons for doing them. she made bad descions with good intentions behind them! they can coexist and we should let them!

i like mithan! its a complex relationship because they both love each other so much but hurt each other in the process

talking about them is just a pain in the butt because talking about mia is a pain in the butt lol

i really hate how she keeps getting sidelined, its super frustrating to see mia get put in a cage in every game 😭

its even more frustrating that mia straight up just disappears???? in the shadows of rose DLC... like she just stops taking care of rose and theres nothing said about it. no reason or explanation. i dont think mia would ever ditch rosemary because she didnt care about her, but we probably will never know because capcom sucks at writing and they probably forgot the mia ever even existed.

all in all, i think the fandom is really just full of misinformation which make people either think mia is some horrible evil person, or its full of people who think that saying mia messed up is the equivalent of comparing her to wesker lol.

i really love mia, shes a incredibly fun and complex character, its just hard to enjoy her sometimes with the people in the fandom haha.

also ive got no idea what u meant by "the backlash against them/mia accusations" so sorry if i didnt answer that!

thank u for the ask! sorry for the long response!

#mia winters #resident evil #ethan winters #mithan

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fleurmiss · 1 year

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ೃ⁀➷ one love, two mouths

- ,, ao’nung x fem reader

- ,, being bestfriends with aonung ever since you gained consciousness was pleasant, but comes with a side of flirting and realizations you want to be more than just friends, or bestfriends.

- ,, warnings - SUGGESTIVE! adults watch out this is a teenager ur reading abt. minors pls be careful if u dont like making out!! ao’nung is a btch but not to u, tanhì is na’vi for “star, bioluminescent freckle”, simp ao’nung yasss thats like all my characters lol gunna ignore that!!

ps : tanhì is not readers name lol, just a nickname that ao’nung gave her!!!

-‘๑’- sweater weather - the neighborhood

Ao’nung was mean, you’ve seen how quick he is to bite back and claw at any opportunity that gives him a moment of glory against his rivals, plenty of times.

Ao’nung is mean to everyone, everyone but you, and his family, and maybe Roxto.

Excluding those people, ao’nung has never tried to purposefully hurt your feelings, maybe in a moment of childish banter, he has said mean things that are fleeting, they go away as quickly as they come because he sees the look on your face, and says sorry with a heavy heart.

Some days he is not as apologetic, and delays his apologies until a day or two, you walk away with hurt, anger, and hesitation but he always comes to u, can’t bare being away from you, his girl.

You are sitting on the sand, knees up to your chest as you gaze upon the sea, muscles sore from swimming all day. You almost fall asleep as the peaceful sound of the waves lulls you but alas, your one and only makes his presence known with his loud greeting.

“My tanhì, you look a little lonely!” ao’nung chuckles and sits down beside you, right beside you. No literally, he’s so close that your arm and leg are touching his. Why’s he so close? There’s literally so much space? You’ve stopped questioning it, he’s been touchy with you since forever.

He ruffles the top of your head affectionately, the little smile on his face tells you he’s in a good mood. “hi ao’nung” you say softly and give him a sweet smile, god he almost just melted at the spot, “you seem happy today”

“i am” he replies shortly and you lay your head on his shoulder, letting out a satisfied sigh at finally seeing your favorite person.

his hand finds it’s way to your leg and he gives you a prompt squeeze on your thigh, affection came as naturally as breathing to him when it was with you.

Your eyes roam around the sea as you look at the people smiling with their ilu’s and splashing around in the water, you catch a glimpse of a group of 4 girls as you shudder with the piercing look they give you. You recognize those girls as Tsireya’s friends, remembering her telling you about her dislike for a lot of their decisions. She told you to avoid them, they’re no good.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion when you see the said girls make their way to you and ao’nung, probably only having matters that deal with ao’nung, you’re pretty sure they’ll ignore your whole existence if anything.

You being this close to The Olo’Eyktan’s only son ignites some sort of resentment in them, automatically making you their competition and viewing you as a threat.

“bruh not these chicks again” ao’nung mutters quietly in irritation and lets out a groan into your hair, hoping they’ll go away if he can’t see them. You giggle but your smile is gone as soon as the girls stop right in-front of your bestfriend. “Ao’nung!! We we’re gonna go take a swim with our ilu’s, I think you should join us! Im sure sitting here watching the ocean isn’t that interesting” the girl’s giggle thinking Ao’nung will get up and follow them without a word.

For a second you believed so too, what you were doing wasn’t that fun, but you didn’t want fun, you wanted calm.

“fuck no” you hear pure distaste in ao’nung’s voice, it makes you cringe, the second hand embarrassment of straight rejection in the face. You smile, he’s really showing no interest in these girls, you almost feel bad, but whats it to you?

“oh- well- you can- you can always come join us later or whatever, whenever y/n lets you go” you’re a bit offended, you aren’t holding ao’nung back from anything, especially these girls, any choice he makes is solely his decision.

“nah im good i prefer y/n anyways”

“whatever” the girls huff and puff and stomp off the space you guys we’re currently sitting at

“bit mean, don’t u think”

“i don’t care” you smile at his quick response

“i think a lot of people dislike our friendship ao’nung, you’re the next Olo’Eyktan and they think i’m competition. They can’t let me ruin their chances of becoming Tsahik.”

“tanhì, what are you even saying?”

“i just.. what i mean is.. you’re almost ready to find a mate, and you must choose wisely, as your choice will be the next Tsahik for our clan, she must work with you as one, and i feel like i’m holding you back from finding a good mate”

Ao’nung pays attention to you, listening to your worries with furrowed brows, he’s so good to you, always. It makes your heart squeeze when you think of him being this affectionate with any other girl, you’re selfish, you want him to yourself.

As much as this hurts, you will be open with him, but you will not open your heart to him as of now. You sigh, he grabs your hand and his thumb rubs soothing circles, telling you to continue.

“i think.. i think re’yal is a beautiful girl, her parents are talented and she takes after them-“ you are cut off.

“i couldn’t care less for re’yal” you tilt your head in confusion

“na’yi is a good healer”

“she is a good healer.”

Ah. It’s Na’yi that he’s chosen then. You look up at him, unable to stop your head from moving. He smiles. Ouch.

“i have the stupidest girl sitting in front of me right now” you hit him gently in the chest, he catches your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours.

Woah. You’ve held hands multiple times but not this way. It feels different. You’re almost about to throw up.

Your eyes quickly drop down to his lips, god, you pray to Ewya that he doesn’t notice.

He does notice, and he thinks you’re so cute he could make-out with you right now.

“she’s so stupid but she’s also the prettiest, she’s really cute too, i think she’d make a great tsahik” you’re embarrassed now, what does this mean? why’s he such a jerk?

“i don’t think Na’yi wo-“

“tanhì, i don’t care about Na’yi, i do not want her.”

“Ao’nung.. allow me to help you, you cannot delay this anymore”

“y/n you just don’t get the hint do you?”

“what?”

Ao’nung groans frustrated, he looks around to see if anyone is watching, what he’s about to do right now might cause issues, he can’t find himself to care any longer though.

Ao’nung cranes his head enough so his lips are an inch away from yours, he looks at you with lidded eyes and you’re already looking at him

“let me kiss you” he asks and you don’t wait, you nod and he smashes his soft lips against yours, desperately. You’ve been wanting to do this, been wanting to kiss your bestfriend.

He grabs the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, damn, he’s a good kisser. Not that you’ve kissed anyone else before, but he’s making you feel really good.

It’s fast, and you both are desperate, impatient, and incredibly in love. He grabs your waist to pull you closer and you whine into the kiss. Sweet. He’s never loved a sound more. His confession comes between kisses.

“y/n, i want you,” kiss. “and only you.” kiss.

you pull away and you’re breathing heavily, you look at ao’nung, pretty sure your eyes have hearts in them. “i-“ you don’t know what to say.

“I see you” you whisper, only meant for him to hear, with sincere eyes.

Ao’nung looks at you and his lips twitch into a small smile.

He goes into kiss you again and your hands find their way behind his neck, he pulls back and trails a few kisses from your jaw to your neck, you gasp softly when he finds your sensitive spot and sucks on it, sinking his teeth into your soft skin, you’re so sure this is gonna leave a bruise.

He kisses you again but this time openmouthed, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip to ask for permission, you open your mouth more to let him in. “i love you so much” he whimpers into your mouth and you realize you wanna get out of here. Your feel yourself getting embarrassed as you realize the 4 girls probably saw your full on makeout session.

“what’s wrong baby?”

“lets get out of here ao’nung” you plead, doe eyes looking up at your lover. God, you make him crazy.

He takes your hand and leads you to his marui pod, you guys pass the 4 girls on your way there and by the look they’re giving you, you know they saw it, maybe even enjoyed it a bit. (jk) The girl’s eyes travel down to your neck where your fresh hickey lies and they immediately turn their backs around, unable to watch your love bloom any longer.

You laugh loudly and that causes ao’nung to turn around, your hands still intertwined as you giggle, ao’nung gets the hint on what you’re laughing at and smirks as he watches you, amused.

“bit mean, don’t you think?” he mocks you and you slap his arm, he throws that arm over your shoulder as you guys walk , the sound of your laugh rings in ao’nungs ears and he swears he’ll never love someone like he loves you.

#avatar fandom #avater the way of water #avatar headcanons #avatar fanfiction #avatar x reader #avatar x you #avatar 2 #avatar ao'nung #aonung #atwow x reader #aonung imagine #aonung x reader #aonung x you #ao’nung x reader

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aliaology · 8 months

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YOU ARE IN LOVE

summary: reader slowly starts to realize that her best friend, luke hughes, has been in love with her for forever. she also comes to terms, knowing that she is in love with him too.

pairings: luke hughes x fem! reader

warnings: jealousy, fluff, underage drinking

BASED ON the song “you are in love” by taylor swift!

it started at a party. the dark room, the only light being the flashing ones from another room. you stood in the kitchen, grabbing another drink. luke was your d.d. tonight, but where was he? your eyes scanned the room, landing on him. he leaned against a wall, talking to a friend of both of you, ethan edwards.

luke’s eyes make their way to you. this was the first clue. his eyes held a look. one of yearning, one of adoration, one of lust. you look away, before glancing back. his eyes were back on ethan. no, no, no. do it again. i need to see it again. you thought.

you made the unilateral decision and walked over to the two boys, “what you guys talkin’ about?” you spoke, slightly loud due to the music from the room next door.

“just about how lukey here has you help you button up your coats.” ethan laughed.

you rolled your eyes in embarrassment. “cant keep things to yourself, can you?” you took a sip from your drink, grumbling.

luke laughs, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “you’re my favorite thing to talk about, gotta come up with more stuff.”

ethan let out an inward groan. “literally— all he talks about is you.”

it was a good thing the room was dark as you felt your face heat up.

driving with luke was normally fun, unless he was going so slow. he kept pointing out things as he drove the dark and very much calm roads. you held a warm cup of coffee in your hands, still tired from just waking up.

“i promise me waking you up will be worth it.” he told. you turn to look at him. “i found this area with a really pretty view and wanted to show you, i just didn’t expect to get back so late.” he added.

you chuckle. “its okay, lu, but if you keeping driving this slow, i think i might lose my mind.” you watched as he grinned.

he sped up and it didn’t take long to get there. it was at a park. he grabbed a blanket from his backseat and got out of the car. he rushed to your side and opened the door for you.

you smiled at him as he closed the door and then threw an arm around you. he walked you to the middle of the field, letting go of you to place the blanket down. he stood back up, shoulder brushing with yours. he looked over to you, the chain dangling on your neck caught his eye.

the moonlight reflected on it. it was the chain he got you. one that had a small pendent in the middle that had ‘you deserve to be loved’ engraved on the back.

he tore his eyes away from the necklace and looked at you instead who had been looking around at the trees. “look up” he said.

you looked at him and then at the sky, lips parting in disbelief as your eyes made contact with the millions of stars shining brightly. your apartment made it hard to see this stuff, with the lights all around and the light pollution, it was hard.

as you gazed at the stars in wonder, luke gazed at you with love. a small smile adorned his face as his eyes scanned yours. his eyes watched as the stars were shining bright, reflecting in your eyes. he trailed his gaze down to your nose, then your cheeks, and then your lips.

he wanted to kiss you. but he didn’t. he wished he did.

sunday mornings in the small hughes apartment was chaotic. living three doors down meant you practically lived with luke and one of his brothers, jack. you sat on the island, hiding your face in your hands as you laughed.

jack was currently scolding luke, who had somehow burnt the toast he was supposed to make. “how the hell do you burn toast, this fucking bad?” jack exclaimed.

you put your head in the shirt you wore, which was lukes. you used the fabric and your hand to muffle the giggles that were falling from your lips.

“im sorry! jesus ill remake it!” luke spoke.

“no!” jack said. “ill do it” he groaned.

the older boy then turned, looking at the girl who sat on the counter. “how the hell did you not smell this shit? either of you? and why didn’t you help?”

“shes just sitting pretty in my shirt.” luke scoffed, not listening to his brother and grabbing more bread out.

“shut up” you groaned, rubbing your eyes. “im sick— i cant smell anything.”

jack let out a small comical shriek. “get out! why are you here if you’re sick, we have hockey, dont get us sick.” he exclaimed. you rolled your eyes at jack’s behavior.

you hopped off the counter, making your way slowly to him. “come here jacky… its just a small cold” you cough to add a dramatic effect and soon, hes running. you laugh as you chase after him.

jack runs past luke, you go to do the same, but luke sticks his arm out and lifts you up. your laughter floods the apartment as luke presses your body against his, trapping you.

unfortunately, you missed the way he looked at you. missed the way jack looked at you both. and missed the way he really wanted to kiss you.

you liked parties, when they weren’t cut short. you grabbed a drink from the kitchen and made your way to the living room where everyone seemed to be. you pushed your way through the crowd until a man stopped you. he was roughly your age, maybe jack’s age.

he asked you to dance with him, which you did. you laughed as you two danced, not noticing the glare luke gave him from afar. the taller boy leaned against the wall with jack next to him. his hand tightened around the cup he held as his jaw clenched.

he shoved the cup in jack’s chest and moved towards you. he pushed through the crowd until he finally got over to you. “we have to go” he spoke, grabbing your arm lightly.

“what?” you asked. “yo— man we were havin’ fun here!” the man behind you said.

“yeah? well she needs to leave. lets go (nickname).” luke pulled you gently, making his way out of the house. as you both made your way out and neared the street, you removed yourself from his grip.

“what the fuck was that, luke? we’ve been here like an hour, there is no way we need to leave yet.” you scoff.

“we do— its getting late.” he replied, still walking.

you scoffed again. “seriously? jesus christ luke, i was having fun!” you told.

“having fun rubbing your ass against him?” luke turned, looking at you with anger.

“why does it matter if i was?” you yelled. “its my fucking body, im not even drunk either! i dont get why you are so upse—“ you were cut off.

luke shut you up by grabbing you by your hips and crashing his lips against yours. your eyes widened before closing slowly. your hands made their way to his face, holding both sides as he held you close.

he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours. he brought a hand up and held one that rested on his cheek.

“you’re my best friend.” he spoke. “but i want more. im so in love with you its not even funny. thats why we left, i can’t stand seeing you with anyone else.” he told.

your eyes scanned his face, looking for any indication of a lie. there wasn’t one. you smiled and pulled him back into you, your lips meeting his again.

he was in love.

you are in love.

true love.

she shoots, she scores!!!

#jack hughes #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x y/n #nhl imagine #hockey #song #love #new jersey #new jersey devils #Spotify

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privitivium · 3 months

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hi im requesting this one again cuz i dont remember if i sent it 😭 so um

submissive!teacher x mean!dom!ftm!reader, edging and lots of teasing, especially if its abt his wife and stuff :3 like just kissing his legs and biting at his thighs while hes begging to cum, no actual sex tho!!

— 🍸

you did not. good thing you did!!

sub amab teacher x mean dom ftm reader...,,,

cw; edging, teasing, mild overstim, degredation

staring up at him boredly between his legs while ghosting your fist along his cock. you think it hurt him more than nibbling inner thighs while hes begging to cum,,, you clearly had a thing for bullying him,,, something he mildly encourages without conscious decision - a whiner, such a fucking whiner !! talking about, "please, please, please, i've been so good, please let me cum." uhhh!! no, you don't think so... you've barely started your reign of overstimulation and he's folding so quickly? you think he just likes begging. it is, afterall, his favorite thing to do. "... please? hug me..." after cornering you in the hallway - quickly, when no other people were crowding the halls. so needy. i mean, at least you had a bit of class... boxers nearly dripping with your own slickness - cunt producing more than needed ! seriously, how embarrassing... yet here you were, such a trooper ignoring your aching core to finger yourself and instead nipping at the flesh of his thick thighsㅡ

"eww, bro..." you knew how much he hated you calling him bro as a discreetly dating couple,,, giggling to yourself as you jerk your hand roughly around the base of his girth - flicking your tongue out; "look at that, your tip is all dark..." guiding his cock upwards; tip flushed and weeping cum for him to see. you glance up to see him already staring at you - his eyes flit away from yours; "does your wife know how to do it like this?" you hum inquiringly, proceeding to sound disgustingly innocent as you jerk your hand briefly -

"... i dont think she does - if you keep coming to me with problems like these, sir..." making sure to quiet your voice, teasingly and slowly circling your just underneath his head; "so embarrassing... you like a guy more than you do your wife... that's gonna be so painful for her..." you coo, gently blowing on his flustered cockhead - nearly ghosting your lips against him before pulling away at the last second. and he cries out as if he was in pain. writhing in his chair, gripping the arm rests, trying so hard to restrain himself from touching himself or shoving you down onto his prickㅡ"a-ahnnh.. s-stop... please. been so good." have you? have you really? obviously, you don't think so...

"you're such a disgusting pervert..." dipping inbetween his thighs and nipping softly, edging closer toward his groin - his cock twitching in your hand and he begins to squirm... spreading his naked legs open ; his pants pooling at his ankles - getting his chair all messy as cum dripped down the base of his cock and down his balls and... down to his chair... yuck. "... really, you have no shame do you?" he smelled so good though,,, the smell of his sex. burying your face into his inner thigh and your hand leaving his slickened prick to hold onto his squishy thighs, nipping and leaving little hickies near his sack - he was just so lovely, you felt like a zombie... nibbling to get a little taste of his flesh coated in a thin sheet of sweat - before you were gently taking him back in hand.

it wasn't long before he couldn't hold back... too excited to hold back-!! whimpering softly and scooting closer - a soft mantra of fuckfuckfuck leaving his lips as his lower intestines coil - that lovely fucking feeling of an orgasm, the product of his lovers teasing-!! letting his orgasm wrack through his body - jerking up into your hands and fucking himself into your first before - "ah,"... ㅡ you were admiring the cum in your hands before looking at him playfully disdainfully...

#cw teacher / student #* ( 🍸 ) !!!#x male reader #male reader #dom male reader #x dom male reader #sub male character !

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melon-cream-enmu · 11 months

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Cw Female afab reader, being a house wife to human disguised Muzan, trying for a baby, repeated failure to conceive, mentions of possibility to become pregnant, non consensual unknowing partaking in cannibalism, Muzan cooking and feeding you human meat, implied consensual sex

Im not confident in my ability to write smut for intimidating characters so I didn't, this is void of any described sex

Of all the eons Muzan has been ‘alive’ He’s toyed with people to keep up appearances. He’s been married countless times, killed partners countless times. But out of all of them, he’d say you were his favorite.

Sweet, yet with an attitude, plump, heavy in all the right places. He’d admit he likes your affection. A stay at home wife, you love to dote on him when he’s home, always at strange times due to business and his ‘skin condition’ requiring him to only leave at night. You’d even changed your sleep schedule to better match ‘his’, resting during the day to be up with him during the night. You were so cute, eager to please him, in every way. And you did, you cooked well, you cleaned well, and my, did you perform well in bed.

Such an eager thing, responded so perfectly to his touches, he’s been around a long time and is well experienced, but it’s as if everything he did, you liked. The tears in your eyes, the shine of your lips when he indulges you with kisses, the jiggle and bounce of your flesh. The way you tremble when he fills you so full of cum. He’s been playing a better act than usual, showing he ‘cares’, agreeing that he’d love a family with you, ‘trying’ for a baby. Your pouty face after a while when you’ve shown no signs and been reassured by doctors that nothing is wrong, it just hasn’t ‘stuck’, is truly adorable. Reassuring kisses always brighten your mood.

He’s contemplated turning you in moments where his patience has run dry with his moons and his experiments, sitting with arms crossed and brow knit in thought, but he’s never been too serious. Maybe when he’s ‘done’ with you he’ll try, and if you can’t survive it then it’s no loss to him. But he begins to think how a good human husband would, about ways to ‘improve your fertility’ just to see how you break down when you’re still unsuccessful. Because you will be, he doubts he’ll ever actually succeed in impregnating you, no matter how much you try. The possibility is there of course, but he’s no normal man anymore.

It wouldn’t matter either way. If you succeed, it will only solidify his place for however long he needs, and if not, there’ll be no issue killing you when the time comes. A woman ‘struck with grief at her failure to conceive’, you’ll have killed yourself, and he’ll ‘grieve’ for as short a time as possible and then move on to the next.

His mind rolls back to the hypotheticals of improving your fertility, recalling the medicines humans use, rituals humans perform…foods humans eat. You’d be so appreciative that he went out of his way to research dishes and ingredients to cook it for you. So appreciative you’d no doubt bring him back to your shared bed to try all over again, a thought that makes his eyes close and a puffed, exhaled laugh escape his nose, lips twitching into a smirk.

But his hands tighten into fists in response to the following thought. You’d never know, but he would, and that’s all that mattered. He could taint you, completely without your knowledge. It wouldn’t be hard, disguising human flesh as some other meat for a meal. The thought of your eyes squeezing tight as you squirm where you sit at how ‘tasty’ it is finalizes the decision.

He comes home to see you in a dreary mood. You don’t look up when he enters and you don’t greet him, only humming when he comes close and lays a gentle hand on your head, petting it. “I’m home, my darling.” He says before laying a kiss to the crown of your head, pulling back with a smirk on his lips. “Should I take on dinner tonight?” You look up at him now, a small smile on your face. “If it’s not too much ask…” he strokes your cheek. You’re so warm. He’s eaten countless bodies, warm and cold, but no one’s ever felt as warm as you do. “Of course not.” he withdraws and heads into the kitchen and sets down the wrapped items he'd brought with him.

As he cooks, you go about doing other tasks, leaving the room at some point. It's much preferred. He finally takes out the pound of meat. It looks rough, not properly cut from the body. Which it wasn't, he'd torn it from an unexpected meal earlier in the night. He prepares it and begins cooking it, slightly unsettled as the smell of the delicious blood and flesh soon disappears and aromas of spice and savory flavor takes it's place.

You made your way back into the room just as he was done plating it, and welcomed you to eat it. As you did, you were clear in how much you enjoyed it. Humming and smiling, he smiled at you, though he's almost smirking. You're eating human flesh, and you're too eagerly enjoying how its been prepared to even know. That, and you would never think your husband capable of such a heinous act.

The house was cleaned, you were happily cuddled up in his lap, and the sun had begun rising in the sky, in a few hours you'd grow tired and head to bed. You were quiet as you read, he was hardly aware of what, but it wasn't important as he stroked your side. His hand lowered, to your hip and slowly to your thigh. "I'm glad you let me handle dinner. I wanted to do something special for you, I was worried you'd tell me no." You shift a bit and look up at him, "and what would that be?" His hand moves up your thigh now. "I know it's been hard for you, trying so hard to conceive yet seeing nothing to reward you for all the time you've given, so I looked into some things." You set your book down and adjust yourself, now straddling his lap. He glances down at your body before returning his gaze to your face. "You know food can be used as medicine, yes?" You nod slowly. "Well," His hands stroke your thighs, one soon traveling up to lay on your stomach. "Certain foods are capable of improving a woman's fertility." He hears your breath hitch. "Now, it doesn't guarantee anything, but-" You cut him off with a kiss, something he saw coming. You pepper his lips, cheeks, chin with kisses. He chuckles at you, holding your waist and shifting his head as if moving away from an excited puppy. "Sweetheart I don't want you to get your hopes up."

You kiss him once more. "I won't, I promise." The kisses you give him now are softer, slower, full of love that he can't help but grow excited at. You're loving, treating a good man the way you think he deserves to be treated. You'll only know when it's too late, or maybe you'll never know, the man he truly is.

You start slowly yet eagerly unbuttoning his shirt. "My, we haven't even made it to the bed yet." He teases between your kisses. The way you sink into his lap and rub yourself against him tells him you won't be making it to the bed anytime soon.

He looked down at, you were cuddled up near his side where he sat. Body nude, and though covered in a fine sheen of sweat and sex, you look like the subject of a painting. He almost feels sympathy for you. If it weren't for him, you may have found that painter, been their muse, found a normal life with someone who loved you.

He hands smooths through your hair for a moment before his gaze focuses on your stomach. Maybe he will stick around, try to give you what you want. Though he does hate the sound of a crying, wailing baby...

#muzan x reader #muzan smut #demon slayer smut #cream slayer #cream afab #cream fem #toasted sugar cream #toasted for cannibalism #cream writes

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 3 months

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Hello! I love your writing a lot and was wondering if at some point you’d consider writing a Frank Zhang x mortal!gf headcanon set? I loved the ones you did for Percy and Jason and just really love the concept. And Frank’s my favorite silly little crush. 💘 Thank you if you do and if you don’t thank you for reading this!! And thank you for everything you write!!

⋆⭒˚.⋆ frank zhang x mortal! reader hcs

content: frank zhang x mortal! reader hcs warning: not any that i can think of??? very mushy gushy author's note: MORE MORTAL READER HCS???? WHO AM I???? i need to make my precious boy leo some and then he and frank can be a matching pair like jason and percy...which means leo gets the angst one first bc frank got the happy ending lmao- someone request it before saturday so i don't have to delete it pls pls love ya

"w-what do you mean, my cards been declined?" you managed to warble out, tears rapidly filling your eyes as you squeezed your hands around the counter of the little cafe

you see, you were supposed to be getting a little sweet treat because you've had a rough day, and goddamn it, you deserve it!!

you stumbled into the cafe, getting of the streets of san francisco with a beaming smile

but now, all that joy was rapidly crumbling and all the troubles of the day seemed to come back again at full force and you were sure you were about to crumple into a puddle of tears on the ground until they gave you a free coffee because you were just so pathetic-

"im sorry, miss, but there's not much more i can do for you. we've got other customers, so if you could..." the poor guy replied, subtly gesturing towards the door.

"but- but-" you tried, the words getting stuck in your throat, " i really need this...please."

"miss, don't make me ask again. please, leave-"

"i got it," a voice cut in from behind you, awkwardly clearing his throat.

you turned to him, eyes wide and teary

and frank was all that much more confident in his decision to help the pretty girl in front of him

"really?" you asked, your voice cracking just the slightest

frank offered you a soft and sweet smile, nodding his head before turning to the cashier

"just a plain black coffee for me. you want anything from here?" frank asked, tapping his finger against the glass that separated you from the baked goods of the cafe

while your eyes caught on some of the macaroons, you shook your head at the cute guy buying your drink, feeling like you were overstepping

"some of those, please," stated frank, pointing towards the macaroons and you began to wonder if he had the ability to read your mind.

the cashier slide over the pastries as frank paid and you took the plate into your hands, looking up at frank as though he just saved your life

"thank you, truly. from the bottom of my heart," you mused before clearing your throat lightly, "are- are you waiting for friends or- or could i sit with you?? i feel like i owe it to you to get to know you."

"yeah- yeah, no, i'd like that," frank beamed, taking a seat across from you

and when you weren't looking, he was typing a text under the table to percy and jason telling them NOT to come to the cafe if they loved him bc he met the love of his life and did not need those two idiots ruining it for him

and, so, naturally, those two showed up anyways but took up seats in the corner, pretending to not spy on frank even though they were totally spying on frank

you talked to frank about random stuff, what brought you to the city, family gossip, your favorite color and what not

and frank listened, basically staring at you with heart eyes.

"what about you, what brings a guy like you to a city like this?" you joked, looking up at him through your lashes with a tiny smirk

"oh! ummmmm camp- uh, military camp!" he lied, quickly swallowing down his shame at doing so.

"oh, really? didn't peg you as the military type," you frowned, quickly shaking it off as to not offend him.

"well, it's my dad's thing and im...uh, just keeping up tradition," frank added and you nodded in understanding, taking a sip from your drink

but of course, good things were never built to last for demigods

hey, what do you get when you put a son of poseidon, jupiter, and mars in a cafe??

a fury-ious cafe owner, obvi

(pls laugh or ill cry)

bc they are about to wreck the place

i mean not a single chair or table is upright when they are done

and you were so confused, now covered in water and your hair is all knotted from jason's wind and you were prettyyyyyyy sure at some point frank's arm was a bears arm

which is crazy

oh, and the guy that you thought was just a big softie and that you thought was cute and that bought you coffee?? yeah he stabbed somebody- something????

you weren't entirely sure what he stabbed, but stabbing definitely happened

"hey, are they alright?" percy asked, nodding his head towards you, who was still standing in one spot in shock

"y/n...let's go talk, yeah? i've got some explaining to do," frank whispered, gently, leading you through the mess of chairs and tables and out in the cold air of san francisco

and so the two of you walked aimlessly and now it was frank's turn to talk and your turn to listen

you asked strange questions, that always managed to catch frank off guard and lighten the whole situation

"so...half your dna is like...not real??"

"realistically, no one should be dating anyone in those camps. yall are related, that's disgusting."

"frank...you do understand that it's not normal to train your whole life just in case, maybe, a war comes?? dude, im going to be honest with you, i could not survive ten minutes if a war started, which is normal."

he couldn't help but admire how easily you were to accept this, how quick you were to comfort him about his life

it felt like he'd known you years instead of hours

months instead of minutes

lifetimes instead of seconds

and when you smiled up at him and asked another stupidly strange question, he couldn't help but think that maybe he had known you for lifetimes

that your souls kept playing a fun game of hide and seek

and that he finally found you in this one, his heart thudding and soul giggling as it pulled you from your hiding spot and held you tight in its arms

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #frank zhang #frank zhang x reader

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boydepartment · 8 months

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“i’m in love with you” - with enhypen

a/n: last post for tonight i am sorry i’m trying to get back in a groove i promise

warnings- angst, fluff, it’s a good mix 😋 reader is intoxicated in jakes

wc- i’d say 100 words per member

MASTERLIST

jungwon- stupid for you by waterparks

you knew jungwon was a smart man. he always had a plan and he was always observant. until it came to you. oh my god he was so so so stupid. for years you were pining after him and always hyping him up. he always thought that’s just what friends do. so one day when you were hanging out at the dorms he turned to you.

“i don’t think you’ve ever had a crush on someone? that i’ve known about?” jungwon was curious. because he did like you, hell he LOVED you. he was just too stupid to realize you actually liked him back.

“because i haven’t.” you shrugged simply, you saw his face fall so you continued speaking, “…but i have been in love with you for years now.”

heeseung- my love mine all mine by mitski

heeseung and you have been dating for a couple months now, your relationship healthy. something you never thought you’d get in your life. for the most part you thought you’d die alone or unexpectedly. your luck was always against you, except when it came to heeseung… you both were in the kitchen slowly swaying back and forth. he told you about his busy day and you just watched him talk. his little mannerisms making your heart feel so warm.

“what’s going on in your pretty head right now, princess?” his smile got you

“i’m in love with you.”

jay- sea of love by cat power

jay had been in love with you since he became sentient. he spilled something on you in daycare and that was it. you smacked him upside the head and BOOM sentient. you were his first real memory. he’d never want that taken away from him.

but people grow, and move apart from eachother. and that’s what happened, while you continued studying, he became an idol. of course you still saw him for family things, but he’d always had a camera or body guard with him. it wasn’t the same anymore. so you distanced more. this wasn’t the lifestyle you liked or wanted.

during a holiday meal, jay finally got a minute alone and he pulled you into another room.

“what’s going on with you? i haven’t seen you in forever and now it’s like you don’t want to be around me…” jay mumbled

you looked at him now feeling extremely guilty, “i-i don’t know… it’s just a lot, your lifestyle isn’t for me and-“

it was now or never for jay.

“i’m in love with you. me being an idol isn’t forever. i want forever with you…”

jake- your graduation by modern baseball

you and jake had history. too much of it. it was constant of you calling him to pick you up from a party or something that you weren’t proud of. he was sick of it. jake was tired of watching you practically waste away. it pissed him off. and it honestly pissed you off, why did he care so much when he was the one who would never take your confessions of love seriously?

which led to the argument in the driveway, you drunk off alcohol and him drunk off anger.

“why do you even do this?! you didn’t used to be like this in highschool!” he yelled waving his hands around.

you poked him in the chest, “i don’t owe you any explanation for my feelings!”

“what do you have to be feeling about y/n?! to the point of making fucked up decisions!?”

his voice was loud.

you had enough, “IM IN LOVE WITH YOU AND NO MATTER WHAT I DO YOU NEVER NOTICE IT!”

sunghoon- kiss me by sixpence none the richer

sunghoon was infatuated with you. every spring you worked the saturday market. and every spring he would be your number one customer. always tipping you and always buying your produce. whether it be the apples, flowers, grapes, strawberries, anything. his favorite was when you made bracelets one year though. this went on for a really long time. sunghoon wanted to play the long game with you, you didn’t know he was an idol clearly. and he didn’t want to scare you.

“there’s my favorite customer! sunghoon how are you?” you’d smile at him. all sunghoon wanted was to kiss you, you and your bright smiling face.

“i’m really good today!”

he’d visit more than usual and the flirty banter would come back almost immediately.

“with how much of my stuff you buy i’d assume you’re like in love with me.” you laughed slightly

“i am. i am in love with you.”

sunoo- puppy princess by hot freaks

you had a boyfriend and sunoo was STUCK. he didn’t know why it bothered him so much that you were dating someone. you were his best friend, what was the issue?

oh yeah the fact he’s in love with you? yeah…. that’s a pretty big issue.

no matter what though, he kept you smiling and he kept dreaming. at some point sunoo couldn’t hold it in anymore. especially after your boyfriend dumped you out of the blue.

“he doesn’t know what he’s doing y/n. you’re too good for him.”

you looked at him with tears in your eyes, for a few minutes now he’s been joking with you trying to keep you laughing.

“i don’t know…. sunoo you’re gonna be biased because we’re friends.”

sunoo gave you a look, “i’m going to be biased because i’m in love with you.”

riki- apple cider by beabadoobee

you were never supposed to like him at all, you didn’t WANT to. neither did he if he was being honest. it was a weird dynamic between you and him. riki was conflicted and so were you, which led to both of you growing distant thinking the other was tired with the other.

one night when he had free time, he finally made his way to your home. riki obviously stuck out, it was dangerous and stupid but he was running on adrenaline. he knocked on the door hands shaking, when your parent called you from your room you were shocked to see riki standing there. he was obviously not supposed to be here.

“what’re you doing here?” you walked out and wrapped yourself up more when you shut the door behind you, now standing with him outside. it was cold and late, well later at night. you thought something was wrong especially when he refused to speak. you went closer to him and put a hand on his head to check his temperature.

“are you sick? did something happen? do you need to come in-“

“i’m in love with you.” he blurted out

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winstonsns · 6 days

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Separate please!!

The gang reacting to the youngest of them,reader probably 12, who's usually tough and never crying or showing tons of emotion besides energetic choas, hiding alone and sobbing? Like full on sobbing tears and snotty.

the gang finds child!reader crying

authors note: this preference is strictly platonic, so absolutely no romance between reader and the gang. i’ll work on another request later today! anyway, hope you enjoy and thank you for sending this ask! 💗

includes ponyboy, johnny, soda, darry, dally, two-bit and steve

word count: 2.5k

warnings: cussing, fighting, lying, stealing, smoking, talks of depression and suicide, death

PONYBOY CURTIS

when pony was in eighth grade and you were in fifth, the two of you went to the same school

he always knew you were smart, like him, but made irrational and stupid decisions

sometimes you rushed through things, you were stubborn and hardly showed emotion to anyone

the two of you started hanging out, and he invited you to be with the gang when you became older, in sixth grade

you were known to get good grades, no one knew how you did it and everyone suspected you were cheating

you were. you stole, lied, smoked, dated, fought, etc

pony knew this, him and his brothers would always manage to get you out of trouble since you were young and didn’t have good parental figures

until you got into a fight with a soc in your class, who bullied you relentlessly

you broke her femur and the police were called, and you weirdly enough and unreasonably were let go

you walked to pony’s house since you stayed there, you knew your parents didn’t give a shit about whether you were with them or not

pony and his brothers greeted you, you gave them a quiet “hello” and walked to the bathroom

they realized something must’ve been wrong since you were normally energetic, but you were quiet

as soon as you closed the door to the bathroom, you started bawling

you wondered why you hurt that girl, why you did all the bad things you did, how you were sorry, and how all you wanted was for someone to care for you enough to discipline you

pony heard your cries and knocked on the door, asking “hey, y/n..? i know you’re probably not doing the best right now but can we talk? i think you really should—”

you opened the door, just for pony to see your face red and your shaking body, struggling to make eye contact

he slightly crouched down to your level, saying “hey.. how about we go to my room so we get privacy and maybe we can talk about what’s happening? okay?”

you nodded and walked with him to his room, closing the door behind you

you sat on his bed and he sat next to you, he asked you what’s going on since you never cry and always seem fine

you answered with, “i-i don’t know what’s wrong with me and why i’m so fucked up.. i’ve done terrible things and i don’t know why im just realizing it now— i broke that girls damn arm, that’s too far. she-she hardly even did anything..” and pony listened the whole time

he told you “you’re not a bad person for doing those things, and everyone makes mistakes, it’s fine. you’re a kid, still learning, hell, i’m still learning. you can’t take back what you did, but you can always do better in the future..” he hugged you but you were still crying

he soothingly rubbed your back and grabbed your favorite book, that he bought so he could read to you

you lay down on his bed, still sniffling and zoned out

he lay on the bed and started reading to you

he saw your eyes fluttering and closing, causing you to fall asleep

he then realized you were going through much more than anyone knew, more than anyone should go through, especially at your age

he looked at you, fast asleep with tear marks on your cheeks

JOHNNY CADE

he knew you as the young one in the gang, who was undoubtedly the most reckless one

you fought, smoked, drank, etc

you were loud, could sometimes get annoying, and the most stubborn person he has ever met

and one day your fighting went too far, to the point of being hospitalized

some random kid started swinging at you, so you swung back and one of his friends fucking shot you

a car passed by and took you in, driving you to the nearest hospital

after the surgery, you no longer had a bullet in your chest, which was dangerously near your heart

you were lucky to survive, but you didn’t think that

the gang came to visit you, johnny was the first one

he came into your room, hearing sniffles and gasps of air, you were having a panic attack

he didn’t even know you had those, so he walked in and calmed you down

talking to you softly and comforting words helped you ground yourself

but you were still sniffling, tears still streaming down your face, saying, “i always wanted to die, johnny. i didn’t wanna live anymore, there was no point, why do i have hope now?”

johnny knew how you felt, but didn’t say it

he knew deep down that you would be able to deal with it, and tomorrow you would act like nothing had happened

but he just sat down on your bed, and you talked to each other about the others problems

he said people would mourn your death, and you’re too young to leave

you understood and said you didn’t want to talk about it anymore, so he went to the store and got you some candy and a get better card

SODAPOP CURTIS

since you were always an energetic child, people never thought you had any problems

you were sitting on a bench once, near the lot

you hoped no one would see you, you were out in the open since you didn’t know where to go

none of the curtis brothers were home and your parents didn’t care enough to let you in the house

you didn’t know why you were crying, you just were and you didn’t have a reason for it

you just couldn’t identify why you were feeling how you were feeling

staring at the grass, you mumbled “stop crying,” put your head in your hands, and again, mumbled, “stop crying..”

your leg was bouncing since you were anxious, didn’t want anyone to notice you were crying

soda was walking home since he decided not to drive to work today, then he saw you on the bench with your head in your hands

“y/n?” he asked you, you looked up and he asked what you were doing there

sitting on the bench next to you, he asked if you were okay, and you broke down even more

“i just don’t know what’s wrong with me. i always act like everything’s fine and that i don’t feel things but i really do. i’m sensitive and i care but i act like i don’t— i feel so terrible but i don’t know why, and… i don’t know…”

soda listened the whole time, and he knew how you felt, but tried to comfort you

you kept sniffling and whimpering, could hardly breathe and didn’t look at him in the eyes

he gave you advice, telling you it’s okay to not know why you’re upset, and you might be extra sensitive since you didn’t know why

you agreed with him, and it was silent

he asked if you wanted to walk home with him so you could stay the night, and you said yes

as the two of you were walking to his house, he patted you on the back and said, “you’re a damn good kid. and you might not believe it, but you have a good heart.”

you appreciated what he said, so you looked up and smiled at him

DARRY CURTIS

he knew you would get in trouble a lot, you were always energetic and chaotic

one day he got called into the police station, saying you were gonna have to stay there until someone picks you up, so you gave them darry’s number

you were in your own cell since you were a child, but an officer was near to keep you safe

dally drove over to the police station, you were put into a room with a table in the middle, like a questioning room

your hands weren’t cuffed to the table, the officers wanted you to have a free range so you can feel safe

when he arrived, the officers brought him into the room, where you had your head in your hands, red face, sniffling, and tear marks on your face

he sat down across from you, however you didn’t say a word to him

you kept looking down at the table and your sniffling continued

“i know you’re going through a lot right now, but you can’t go around stealing shit from people. i’m close to being done with your attitude, and you need to act more mature. i’m being hard on you because i care, and i know you may not see that.” he said

you listened, apologized quietly and nodded your head

the police officer in the room said to go home and to not get in any more trouble

the car ride home was awkward, you were still sniffling but stopped crying

when he drove you to his house, since you stayed there sometimes, and when the two of you got out of the car and walked into the house, no words were exchanged

but he wrapped his arms around you into an embrace, and patted your back, motioning you to go to the room you slept in

DALLAS WINSTON

dally knew you and saw you kind of as himself

so he protected you as well as he could, he knew he needed someone to act as a parental figure when he was younger

he acted like he didn’t give a shit about you, but he cared about you the a lot

he knew you were tough but he also knew he was going through shit at your age, so you probably were too

and when he saw you in his room, above bucks bar, crying and snot dripping down your fucking face, you trying to wipe it off with tissues, he knew something bad must’ve happened

he rushed over to you, you were on his bed, and he asked you why you were there and what happened

you could tell there was genuine concern in his eyes, he went down to eye level so you could really see him

you told him “i get so angry all the time and it’s making me feel like a bad person. i don’t know why im just realizing now, this is why no one wants to be around me, i always ruin every relationship i make—“

he interrupted you and said, “hey, hey, you’re not a bad person.. it’s fine to get angry sometimes, it’s just an emotion, everyone gets angry sometimes, but you need to be careful since you could get in trouble while doing those so-called bad things.”

he kept eye contact with you the whole time, trying to make sure you understood

after you were quiet for a bit and stopped crying, he asked you, “you wanna go to dairy queen..? huh?” and smiled, patted your knee

you looked up at him slightly and smiled back, nodding

the two of you walked out to buck’s car, and he drove you to dairy queen

he got you whatever you wanted :)

TWO-BIT MATTHEWS

you and two-bit were walking down the street, just taking shit from people while having a conversation with each other

and while you were trying to to take a wallet out of someone’s purse

she caught you and grabbed your wrist, her daughter staring at you

the mother started screaming at you, “you brat! why the hell do you think you’re entitled to my money, huh? are you that desperate, you dumb—“ all while her daughter was looking at her mother in fear

two-bit talked to her calmly but somewhat angrily, “you don’t know shit. first off, you’re not making a good example for your daughter. and second, you don’t yell at a fucking kid. you still have your wallet and your damn life, which you’re lucky to still have. this kid doesn’t know fucking know any better..”

he looked back to see you storming away, speed walking on the streets

he ran from the mother and daughter to catch up to you, seeing you wiping your eyes since you were crying

he told you not to listen to the mother, she didn’t know anything and you were in some ways more mature than an adult like her

you didn’t respond, so he told jokes

most of it was pointing out socs on the streets that looked like crap or were doing weird things

you giggled at some of them, to the point where your eyes were still red and you were sniffling, but you were feeling better

STEVE RANDLE

steve didn’t always have it the best at home, and neither did you

the two of you bonded over it, talking about funny or sad or weird experiences that happened in your homes

and one day you were talking a lot, as you always did since you were talkative and energetic

your mother had yelled at you, with hate and anger towards you, just for being yourself

calling you useless and annoying, talking about how pathetic and stupid, how selfish you were, etc

you didn’t talk back since it wouldn’t change her mind, it wouldn’t take back what she said

you stared at her with no emotion ,then walked out like nothing happened

you were walking to the DX since it was near the time steve would get off

halfway to the store, your lip started trembling and your throat tightened up

so you bawled for around 10 minutes, and still bawling when you arrived at the DX

steve was walking towards you and waved, you didn’t wave back but he knew you noticed him

he sped up towards you once he saw you were crying, so he asked you what was wrong, the two of you started walking back to the curtis house

you told him about your mother, how you suddenly started to feel bad about living and being how you naturally were

you wanted to change but didn’t know how

he didn’t know how to comfort you since he never was comforted by anyone in his life

he only knew to tell you that you weren’t a fuck up, and you’re the best just the way you were

you gave a weak smile to him, occasionally starting small talk at certain points on the sidewalk

authors note: sorry i didn’t post on friday! i was occupied the last few days with school and after school activities 🎀

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astronomical-bagel · 3 months

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I wanna hear you talk about chilchuck the most that sure is a guy ever

YAY I GET TO TALK ABOUT MY GUY THANK YOU BELOVED MUTUAL KYSOOT

(Warning for lots of spoilers from chapter 30 of the manga (right after the red dragon))

Anyways fun fact! The thing that made chilchuck my favorite character was actually when he was trying to convince senshi to lie to the Laios and Marcille in order to get them to turn back and give up on finding falin. I made a whole post about it too, i LOVE cowards. I was reading in my car waiting my twin to get off work and i was screaming my head off the whole time because it was such a good revelation about his character.

And it’s not that i love scared guys (i do, absolutely, but chilchuck doesnt apply here), and its not that i love disloyal people (i also do, but once again, not the point), its the whole character arc where it goes:

1. Once he reaches a limit for how much danger he is willing to be in he will break any moral code of his to keep himself safe. He will lie, he will abandon his friends, whatever, so long as he makes it out alive.

2. But THEN, he realizes that his want for safety isn’t just for himself, this time. He realizes that he wants his friends to survive as well. (and that he has gotten way more attached than what was in his job description)

(look how fond he is!!!! Look how fond he is!!!!!! Im banging my head on the wall AWUGHH!!!!)

So 3. He is forced to go against his own nature of secrecy and being reserved and has to tell the team outright that he doesn’t want them to die.there is just something sooo *vague waving of hands* about a guy who absolutely hates talking about his feelings being forced to do so auughhhh. And he did it to convince Laios to not be reckless and get himself killed!!!!

That entire chapter had such a good journey through chilchuck’s emotional state. From him beign 100% ready to trick them in order to turn around (even contemplating breaking marcille’s staff!), then reminiscing on the fun or brave moments that theyd just had, then remembering that he was mad at them for being idiots and doubling down on his decision. When talking to that orc woman (Leed), he was trying to convince himself that his actions were justified, not just her.

And I also quite like the moment when Leed realizes that Chilchuck isn’t angry at the others for putting him in danger, but for putting themselves in danger. Chilchuck didn’t realize this himself yet! Him saying that he wished the others would give up, even when he was removed from the equation, makes Leed realize that he is unselfishly wanting them to turn back so that they would be safe.

And when she points this out, Chilchuck is absolutely gobsmacked and barely even talks for the rest of the trip because he’s too busy thinking over this revelation. Love a guy who keeps to himself being forced to reconcile with the fact that he has actual friends he cares about now. Look at him!! Hes so shocked he doesn't even know what do to with himself !!! I love him!!!

And also, another part i really liked abt this chapter is when chilchuck is trying to convince Laios to go back and he’s like “LISTEN i know you are absolutely terrified for your sister but I have THREE PEOPLE TO WORRY ABOUT AND IM NOT USED TO THAT IM GOING TO VOMIT” its just so silly and endearing to me because he really isn’t used to caring about so many people at once – he’s a reserved guy who has been living alone for multiple years! – and its just so important to me because he’s been forced to acknowledge that he cares about his team so hes like “if you guys put yourself in mORE danger im going to scream and cry and throw up SO YOU BETTER TURN BACK NOW PLEEEAASEE”

Anyways, chapter 30 was so well done and was an absolutely fascinating insight into his character and I was instantly obsessed. There’s a lot of other reasons why I like Chilchuck, but this chapter is the definitive reason why he’s my favorite. (I also just like seeing a guy when he’s terrified, sue me.)

#chilchuck tims #dungeon meshi spoilers #dungeon meshi #chilchuck dungeon meshi #astro liveblogs #<- not really a liveblog but I don't have a tag for metas

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ickadori · 5 months

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Hello!! That polyamory satosugu post is haunting my thoughts and I wish to ask:

What would be done in that situation??

If they were confronted with it, what would they say? If you broke up with them because of that hurt, would they be okay with it? Would they not miss you? Would they feel guilty?

To some degree I think you'd be a part of them as well but the question is...if you were broken from them...would they feel it?

Honestly wanna cry why you gotta do that

LOL IM SORRY 😭 it was just a silly thought that came to me <3 tbh, i haven’t really thought about it that much!

but carrying on from that post, i feel like gojo wouldn’t be able to deny it, and he probably wouldn’t even try to. in canon gojo has had his sole focus on getou, even when shoko was around them and they all seemed very close. spoiler incoming but he said that getou was his only friend and that he was pretty much alone when he died (?? correct me if im wrong), and then shoko had said smth along the lines of ‘wasn’t i there, too?’ (this probs isn’t verbatim bc i can’t really remember but i know smth along these lines were said!)

to gojo, the thought of losing getou pains him more than losing you when in a poly, but that isn’t to say he doesn’t care about you or love you as well. humans are capable of caring for and loving multiple people at once, and gojo is human… but he delegates most of his love to getou without thinking too much about.

getou did a good job at not playing favorites, but he was well aware of gojo doing it in the relationship and just chose not to address it — things had been good after all. gojo had a way of making people feel special simply by giving them an ounce of his attention, and that’s how you had been able to be pacified and fooled so long.

i feel like there would only be two routes to take. a, you leave. or b, you stay knowing what you know and try your best to adjust with knowing you’ll always be second place in their lives.

if you chose to leave they’d both be sad in the beginning, they do love you after all. getou would be more upset than gojo, because i like to think that getou had been the one to pursue you first. he had taken an interest in you right off the bat, and you had to grow on gojo for a bit, but it hadn’t taken long for him to get on board because what other alternative did he have? he wanted getou, needed him, in his life, he could make do with you, too. of course he had grown to love you over time, but he had been a bit indifferent in the beginning.

but back to my point, getou would miss you. him and gojo would probably split for some time as well because it just wasn’t the same for him. this would also lead to gojo harboring a bit of resentment towards you as well — after everything he had done to avoid this (taking you in with open arms, loving you, cherishing you, spoiling you without asking for much in return) you had still managed to take getou away from him.

eventually they’d get back together, the strings of their fate forever tangled together, and they would think of you from time to time, but they’d heal. you were, unfortunately, expendable.

now, if you chose to stay, things would not get any better for you. knowing your position in their lives, all the things you missed before would be so much clearer now. the glances between them, the inside jokes that they never cared to put you in on, the fleeting touches, the way they always seemed to fall into step beside each other while you were left to trail a little bit behind, the way they always first went to each other for advice rather than you, as if they valued each other’s opinions more than yours. it’d eat away at you over time, and you’d have to make another decision very soon.

#++ asks #omg imagine #personally i’d kill em both but that’s just me!#++ ss poly

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wasyago · 10 months

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i loveeee gillion and jays friendship and feel it is not talked about enough, any thoughts about them and their dynamic ?

yesssssssssss bro they're so good

like, again, haven't finished listening yet, so i might be wrong about things, but. they have so many similarities, but they're different, but they get each other, you know?

they both grew up in highly militaristic environments, with Jay's family being The Ferins with a lot of honor to uphold, and with Gillion being trained by the elders who had too much to ask of him. and they know how it feels to have this pressure, to have someone you despise expect something of you, to not be able to say no no matter how hard you try. jay becomes a pirate and stands up against her family, not because she hates them but because she wants them to be better and to understand that there are good people on both sides. gillion gets exiled for doing what he was taught and he learns that there's more to it, that there are two sides to his prophecy of equal value.

i just think there's something there. how both gill and jay were taught that people or pirates are evil, and how they both become "evil" only to find out that they were taught wrong. and how jay makes an effort to not be like her family, to not just claim the other side evil and kill it, but to try to understand and make peace. but gillion still thinks navy is evil. and how gillion stood up to elders and overcame his fear and was able to believe in himself and speak his mind. but jay still falls into this trap and is unable to respond to her family. and how both gill and jay see this in each other and try to support and help, because they trust each other so much... gill being there and helping when jay's grandma called, jay telling gill that accidents happen and they still love and care about him, just. augh.

and that moment in the block where gill let jay shoot him because he believed in her and he knew how hard it was for her to go against the authority like that. (which now thinking about it, maybe wasn't the best choice. like, giving your friend trauma over shooting and killing you when they couldn't do otherwise maybe wasn't the best play, but hey, it happens)

and how gillion always trusts jay in decision making, "tell me how to fix it and I'll do it" type of deal. and how jay always trusts in gillion's devotion and strength, no matter how stupid it is. how jay knows that gillion is gullible and often very vulnerable mentally, and she doesn't take advantage of it and instead makes sure that gillion knows she's on his side. how jay keeps teaching gill things and explaining what he might be confused about. like, legit, my favorite moment from the block arc is them walking in the dessert and jay casually in the background explaining to gill what a bear is. like, its the sweetest thing ever and ever, they're not in a situation with bears, there's no need to do it, jay just shares random facts with him and i LOVE it.

and that moment after jay's (first?) dream about being burned by the sun, where gill immediately comes running and sits beside her and tries to figure out what hurts and how to help. so sweet.

they're just. so friends i dont know how to explain it. they're siblings. they're gossip girls. they're a menace to chip. they're chilling. i can just imagine them talking and sharing facts about undersea and oversea. i can imagine gill waking up from a nightmare and coming to sleep by jay's side because she's safe. i can imagine jay going to hug gill when she feels anxious. i can imagine gill and jay sitting in comfortable silence while jay is tinkering and gill is doing something of his own. i can imagine them swapping foods when one doesn't like theirs. i can imagine them casually holding hands when they go somewhere. i can imagine them getting weirdly obsessed over a book and always referencing it and making inside jokes that no one understands. they're like lilo and stitch to me bro. im gonna go cry now.

#yagotalk

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aspiring-house-husband · 1 year

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“good thing i’m immune to hypnosis, right?” you say, your face messy with saliva and slick.

“of course, dear.”

“if i were so impressionable, i’d be incapable of making decisions for myself. i probably wouldn’t have chosen to leave my stressful career, too gripped by what’s expected of me.”

“mhm.” their fingers tighten in your hair.

“im not so swayable. i know where i’m happiest, and that’s right here.”

“that’s- that’s right.”

“oh, i’m so sorry, were you about to cum? hold on.” your tongue resumes it’s dutiful work, skillfully bringing them over the edge. you relish in the crush of their thighs around your head.

“what were you…” they’re breathy and panting. “what were you saying, darling?”

“yes, i just know what i’m supposed to be doing, you know? i know what my true calling is. this is much better than anything else i could’ve spent my life doing.”

“is it, love?”

“oh, it’s the best. tending your every whim, seeing you happy, tasting you, letting you do whatever you want to me… i dream of it. i drool for it.”

“do you now?”

“gods, yes.” you feel the truth of it pulling deep at your heart. “when you’re away doing whatever you do, and you’ve left me here all alone to fend for myself, i find myself cleaning and thinking of you. some days i can hardly keep myself from rutting on table corners, thinking about how badly i want to be with you.”

“remember when you could hardly stand the sight of me?”

“ugh, don’t remind me, i can hardly imagine it. the thought of seeing you in the university lecture i didn’t even really want to be in and not wanting to crawl under your desk and really put my mind to its real purpose. good thing i’m immune to hypnosis, right, or id have never come to my senses.”

“of course, gorgeous.”

“babe, have i ever told you how much i love these tattoos?”

“what, the spirals? the ones inside my hipbones?”

“the very ones. they’re just so sexy, i don’t know. mesmerizing, colorful, and right over some of my favorite places to put my mouth… like whenever i’m in my true place, i get to open my eyes and see such a gorgeous sexy tattoo and i’m reminded how much i adore you.”

“you flatter me, sweetheart.”

you go silent for a moment, staring at those very tattoos. brilliant and colorful and… they almost look like they move.

“babe, can i..?” you trail off, softly sliding your hands over their hips and to their thighs, so freshly slick with their cum and your spit.

“sweetheart, not again. i’m way too sensitive- you’ve had me all afternoon.” you pout and whine, playfully, but draw up the drama by nuzzling your face into their thigh like a pleading puppy.

“oh, don’t be like that,” they whimper, running their fingers through your hair. “not the puppy dog eyes… ugh, maybe i’m the one hypnotized. fine, baby, find your favorite place. just promise you’ll fuck me after, okay?”

“oh, deal,” you say, immediately pulling their calves over your shoulders. you lick and suck dutifully, the flavor of fresh cum making your body sing. they grip into your hair, twitching and jolting and locking your head between their thighs at the oversensation. they whimper and moan, and you feel them arch their back.

“good thing i’m immune to hypnosis, right?” you say, your face messy with saliva and slick.

“huh?” they can barely push the word from their heaving chest.

“i wouldn’t be able to suck you off nearly this well if my mind was all foggy, right?”

“right.”

you chuckle and get back to pleasuring them. it’s where you belong.

#og #story #hypnosis #non monster

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yardofangels · 5 months

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merry christmas gorgeous! how are you doing? hope you get a big ass Austrian under the tree this year! that being said, what does König think of christmas traditions? does he have a favorite? what kinds of gifts does he get?

omg merry christmas and happy holidays!!

im doing okay, so so so tired. working retail this christmas season has me DEAAADDDD

but this idea has me AAAALLLIIIIIVVVEEEEEE

unfortunately, no Austrian under my tree. devastating, really. but hopefully if there's no Austrian here, they must be with you!!

making the executive decision here to add a little smut. maybe its self indulgence, but i know some of ya'll will enjoy it, you little nasties. feel free to skip it if you like, everything non-smut related comes first!!!

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könig loves christmas. perhaps it's his central european upbringing, but he finds the spirit really comforting and reminisces over all the traditions from his childhood. he's not particularly into the 'white christmas' thing, he much prefers a christmas adorned with a little sense of spooky and will relate aaaalllllll the krampus myths to you by the light of the fire. just to see if he's able to scare you because he's mean

his favourite part of christmas is the food. the warm, home-cooked meals. the spices and seasonings that have you feeling toasty and calm well after the embers die out. he is truly impressed when you make a batch of pfeffernüse, and he surprises you with a bottle of his! own! mulled! wine!

he hands it over looking so proud of himself. a big cheesy grin on his face as he's already grabbing two glasses, so he can get your reaction to a taste test.

and he of course hits the nail on the head. it's delicious. he should be proud of himself!!

as for gift-giving, he struggles a bit when getting you gifts. as per usual, christmas always sneaks up on him far too quickly, and all of a sudden there are five days till he's supposed to give you something and he hasn't thought about it, much less started shopping.

but, he pulls it off!! success!! you watch as the space under the tree slowly gets filled over the course of the week. his gifts for you finally joining your gifts for him.

he pampers you, naturally. how could he not? generally steers to all the things that are going to make you feel pretty or expensive, because he wants you to feel like you look good, too.

buys you expensive-smelling perfume he swears you mentioned in march, skin-care you might have brought up in may, a book or two he thinks you told him about in july, a pair of shoes you raved about in september, a dress he saw in november that reminded him of you, and more.

he really does stun you with how much he remembers, and the fact that he did almost matters more to you than the gifts themselves. he puts so much thought into what he gifts you, and then has the audacity to ask you if it's enough. if you like them.

you pounce on him, knocking his stupid little christmas hat off and sending him backwards, dragging you with him. you giggle and cover him in kisses, mumbling in between them how wonderful he did. that you love it. he lights up, squeezing you tighter.

he stops you for a moment, saying he has one more thing.

pulls out a little box from his pocket, and drops it into your hand. watches with delight as you pop the lid and see a customised necklace, with a little pendant that says "K." on it. you get a bit teary, and ask him why he got this in particular for you.

he tells you it's so nobody mistakes that you belong to him.

alr a bit of smut below!!

GOOOOOOOD does he love sex in december. he loves how sensitive you are to his cold hands trailing your body, he loves how hot you get when you're trapped by his body heat and the thick blankets, he loves you in those skimpy pjs that do nothing to shield you from the freezing air, he loves that you always beg him to warm you up.

but he won't just take you in the bed on the cold nights. nope. he'll have his way with you anywhere. he doesn't know what it is, but he always seems to get more horny in the cold months. he just can't help himself, he'll do it anywhere.

in the kitchen while you're cooking dinner, lifting you onto the countertop so he can bury himself in you.

on the couch in the afternoon, letting his hand slide up between your thighs, then telling you to concentrate on the movie until you cave and crawl into his lap.

in the steamy morning showers you share, claiming that your gingerbread-scented body wash makes you smell too good to resist.

all through the month, his go-to excuses are "you're cold", "i'm cold", or "it's an early present." he's almost relentless, so you come to make a guessing game out of which one it's going to be. you always tease him about it, but it's not his fault! you just keep him so warm and cozy :((

ADOOOOORES cock-warming on the particularly nippy nights, too. he promises it's for sharing body heat and that it isn't uncommon among couples in the winter where he's from. but you know that's a bold-faced lie, you see the glint in his eye. you can feel the way he throbs inside you, and clenches his jaw against the skin on your neck.

nothing confirms that he's lying more, though, than when you are gently awoken by him. you think it must be serious, because he's usually adament on not waking you up.

but you turn your head and his entire face is red, with his puppy dog eyes staring at you.

"i can't concentrate on anything else, meine liebe. you were squeezing me in your sleep. please, let me take you. you'll be even warmer with my cum in you."

#irisintothevoid #irispenandpaper #iris answers #konig call of duty #call of duty mw2 #mw2 #konig cod #konig x reader #konig imagine #konig smut #GOD HES SO SCRIMBLY #he is a big festive person tbh hes just quiet about it #he doesnt like sharing it with anything more than immediate family #christmas is very...personal to him he guesses??#omg this is so long sorry for slaying again

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mic i need to know. how vampire!ghost and vampire!price spend their individual time w pet (nickname ?:3) does pet have a favorite…

how does pet warm up to them!! 🧛🏽‍♀️🧛🏽‍♀️ literally kept captive like a bird but ghost and price are so so offputting but nice at the same time.. hmm…

im convinced you hacked into my brain because i was just drawing up ideas on how pet (love the nickname) has a different relationship with each of the boys hehe. i hope this suits ur fancy, i started running away with it like always oops! <3

price shows you to your quarters on the first night after the wooziness of being bitten (by an actual vampire!!!!) wears off. the space is grand and luxurious, and if you weren't so shaken up you'd marvel more at the beautiful window seat with gorgeous bay windows - the perfect spot to curl up with a good book.

once price leaves you alone in your room, you hastily lock the door and sob. what the hell has your life become?! for the first week, you don't dare leave your room in hopes of being able to avoid the creatures holding you captive. price is amused at your little attitude; how cute that you think a little door lock would stop him from being with his pet.

your relationship with price is weird, you're grateful he saved you from the woods, but you also hate him for keeping you in this stupid castle all alone. in an attempt to lower your hackles, price comes with breakfast for you each morning, he knocks as if to give you the illusion of choice whether you want him in your space or not, he unlocks the door and barges in no matter what you say anyway.

he insists on feeding you breakfast himself, you bristled at the idea at first because is he serious?! he offers you a simple shrug and a curt "amuse me, pet." and after realizing it was more of an order than a suggestion you concede.

you hate that price treats you like your his prized possession, it makes it so much harder to hate him. perhaps that was his goal really. it starts to work because eventually, you relax as he pops strawberries and decadent french toast in your mouth one morning - and when he leans in and licks the sweet juices from your lips, you feel warmth blooming in you. suddenly, you can't help but imagine him in between your legs licking over you reverently.

with ghost, things are so vastly different. you don't even see him until you finally work up the courage to leave your quarters. you're exploring the entirety of the manor and stumble upon the most impressive library you've ever seen. flitting between bookshelves silently until you're startled by a looming figure in the corner.

you realize it's ghost and are frozen with the decision on whether to leave him be or go over and try to talk to him. there's something so odd about him, but that only makes you want to figure him out more.

the library becomes you and ghost’s little meeting spot. he’s different when he’s not under the supervision of price, still very much reserved. but unlike price ghost avoids making any advances towards you, in fact, it was you that made the first move.

ghost had been dropping little tidbits about his life before he was turned and your heart ached painfully for him. he was curating a pile of his favorite books for you, and when he leaned into your space unintentionally, you place as shaky hand on his face in an attempt to drag him into a kiss.

ghost concedes and kisses you back with a passion you weren’t expecting. when you pull away and search his eyes for any sort of explanation, he simply shrugs and says he has to leave you for now. you’re left reeling from the magical kiss you two shared, surprised at much more you want from him.

#mic answers #vampire!au #vampire!ghost x reader #vampire!price x reader #vampire!price #vampire!ghost #fem reader

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actualbird · 8 months

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WAIT I WAS SPAMMING MARIUS TO INTERACT WITH HIM IN VISIT FOR FUN AND HE SAID “my brother used to buy me clothes. he had a better sense of fashion than me” (or something v similar to this, I got the intimacy level up screen half way through) and I’m like AGH the angst, he even took marius on shopping trips 😭 😭 😭 maybe marius buys clothes based on what giann would pick 😭

WAHHHH yes thats one of my favorite lines from his regular interactions!!! i love how it gives a glimpse of marius and giann's relationship, even if it's a very mundane detail. theres two things i wanna say about this though

1 ) while the line seems to be nostalgic in a way, i also like the implication/thematic tie in that marius growing out of his brother's shadow (even if the circumstances that Led to this happening are less than ideal)

like, theres several stories that show that other people saw marius as lesser or as somebody simply in his brother's shadow and not a person himself. but among marius' key story themes methinks is individuality and carving out his own identity for himself and expressing that identity while bound to a world that is so strict about how he "must" present himself

(sidenote: this is an incredibly queercoded theme to me and i mean that genuinely! the radical decision to be himself against all the "norms" of what the society surrounding him wants him to be!)

(sidenote 2: marius actually shares this theme with vyn a LOT. royal expectations and high class expectations. except that vyn made the radical decision to leave, which is in itself still a valid and worthwhile expression of his individuality. also vyn chose a new name for himself that is so lgbt of him)

so yeah, while giann was the one taking care of marius' clothes (and thus, in a way, marius' image) (though this doesnt strike me as a bad thing, more just in an overbearing protective caring older brother sense) (i hc giann has a lot of guilt in failing marius during their childhoods so he overcompensated in a lot of ways and maybe one of the ways was HEY MARIUS LET'S GO SHOPPING)—SORRY IM GETTING OFF TOPIC. anyway while giann was the one buying clothes in the beginning, that obviously is no longer the case now. so much like the other spheres of marius' life, he needs to employ his individuality in this smaller mundane way as well.

so while i think marius does, every once in a while, buy some clothes because it was what giann would pick, i think he does this out of nostalgia and out of how much he misses giann. not because the image giann had helped him make is one he necessarily fully and only ascribes to. i think marius by and large chooses his own clothes based on his own tastes and identity that he has now made for himself

and i think hes done a pretty good job! marius' outfits are AWESOME. quick shoutouts to my favorite outfits of his:

(sidenote 3: i know that last one, the pink denim jacket one, had POLARIZED audiences but sue me i personally love it jHVKJHSDF i think it is so fun and so campy and pink suits him well)

ANYHOO the second thing i wanna bring up is

2 ) IM SO CURIOUS AS TO WHAT GIANN'S FASHION SENSE IS

i know many many of us have seen giann's sprite already from the cn server bday 3 card of marius, but that sprite showed him in a very formal outfit. i wanna know what his casual day to day fashion sense is like. is it soft cardigans core? something more streetwear? dark academia? JVSKFJHDVFS

i personally think his fashion sense would be in a perpetual state of smart casual. i have no basis for this, this is just me going off of vibes.

thanks for the ask!!

#tears of themis #marius von hagen #tot marius #lu jinghe #asks #anon #i should write an analysis on all the queercoded themes i see in each nxx boy....beCAUSE THEY ALL HAVE AT LEAST ONE

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