#nothing is going to be entirely and fully unique

[astrobolical]

To make you forget, if only for a while

How the kings (Satan, Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub) alleviate your fears and worries, at least for a little while— as best they can, and in their own unique ways.

I love the utter filth that comes from this game, but sometimes a little fluff is welcome, too. If this does okay, I may see about doing some of the other devils as well.

Also yes, I do fully believe that there’s no way Leviathan doesn’t have a larger source of water in his home— his bathtub just being his favourite— it’s not as though he’s going out to find any.

Oh, and I went with “Bell” as Beelzebub’s nickname, as it’s what Mammon calls him in Chapter 3.

Content Warnings: Mildly Suggestive (Mostly Beelzebub), devil behaviours, brief mentions of alcohol, brief & mild mentions of depression, (lightly described) anxiety

Reader: Gender Neutral

Your voice had fallen silent, trailing behind the trio in front of you— and Satan cursed himself as he came to realize far too slowly that you’d withdrawn. His steps slowed, turning his head to see just what had garnered your attention… but was left with a foul taste in his mouth as he discerned what exactly it was. Your eyes were gazing down a street visible from where you were, seeing the frantic devils working tirelessly to restore or save their homes and businesses. Fires were being quelled, devils saved from rubble— trying their best to survive. Satan knew, however, that you weren’t simply watching, he could see how your eyes watered, bordering on tears, as you walked helplessly along.

In your racing mind Satan knew that you were blaming yourself entirely, allowing yourself to wallow and drown in the guilt that had begun to eat away. The look in your solemn eyes told him everything— it was a darkness he was all too familiar with, one that gripped him often, one that was difficult to escape from, especially alone. He wanted to stop, to tell you that none of this was your burden to bear, that not a single citizen of Gehenna would ever blame you. You hadn’t asked for any of this, hadn’t wished for an angel and Satan himself to whisk you away into chaos.

Yet all the same he knew those doubts and worries would not be easily assuaged, that your mind would inevitably take his words and discard them as if they were worth nothing. No matter how sincere they may be.

No, Satan knew that words were simply not enough, not for this— not for the gravity of the weight you felt on your shoulders as you looked out into the destruction and havoc. Instead, he decided, quite quickly, on another course of action that always helped him when he needed it the most.

His pace halted entirely, not having to wait long before you bumped carelessly into his back, not realizing he’d come to a full stop in your stupor.

“Satan?” You questioned, breaking free from whatever thoughts had held you. “Did something happen?” You glanced towards Sitri, as if trying to see if he’d heard someone approaching, or trouble nearby, but he shook his head.

“No,” He placed his hand atop your head, smoothing your hair out gently. “Nothing’s changed… I just think we need a break.”

You pouted, studying his eyes and expression. “A break? I’m fine…” You lied through your teeth— he’d already learned your little human quirks, at least partially.

Your protests, however, went unlistened to, and you were given no more time to voice your concerns. Satan pulled you close, holding you around your waist as he had so many times before and started down an unfamiliar alleyway. Not once did he look back to ensure your companions were following, knowing that they, too, completely understood the situation— you however, felt lost.

He led you, primarily, through the alleys and side streets you hadn’t yet seen, keeping away from the carnage you’d been surrounded by. His pace was quick, determined, keeping you against him as he trekked. You couldn’t quite grasp the sudden change of plans and direction, but your trust in Satan allowed you to relax and follow him as best you could (though you were sure without his arm around you, you’d have stumbled multiple times already). You knew that Satan would never harm you, not intentionally.

And, as expected, your intuition was correct and your trust well placed. There was not a single sign of danger where you now found yourself. In fact, it appeared more like a safe haven, mostly left untouched by the chaos that the angels had wreaked upon Gehenna.

It reminded you of the bar that you’d stopped in to rest before, though even more lively. It was larger, decorated with more lavish designs and furniture. Within were dozens of devils, relaxing and laughing with one another— and each and every one rejoiced when their king came through the door. Shouts and hollers, an energetic flurry of motion as they led your ragtag group further into the depths of the building. Not once did Satan release his hold on you.

It warmed your heart to see how joyous his people were just to see him. Though, it alarmed you quite readily when their joy, energy, and questions were also turned towards you. They offered everyone drinks, began to loudly tell you all manner of stories from their lives here in Hell. It as a flurry of motion, of attention and an infectiously rambunctious attitude— a wonderful and welcome feeling, compared to the ghastly reminders just outside.

Satan and Sitri — and even Ppyong— joined in on the revelry, encouraging the energies around them and rallying the morale. Unlike the last visit to a bar that you’d had, this time it was simply for fun and leisure. Satan kept you steady on his lap throughout the whole affair, hand idly massaging your sides or your thigh. You could feel his gaze on you every now and then, though each time you glanced back you were met with a shockingly gentle smile, and encouragement to pay more attention to his people.

He kept any grabby hands at bay, and a few were sent flying with a well-placed kick upon their weaker frames— though this did little to quell them, if anything it had only added to their adoration. Though you noted that with each attempt to get just a little too close to you, his hold would grow a little tighter, he’d pull you more fully into his lap and against him with a snarl.

You hadn’t laughed as much as you did then in what felt like your entire life— hadn’t met so many new faces, or heard such crazy tales, each one more absurd than the last. You leaned back into Satan, nestling yourself close to his warmth and comfort. When he turned to glance your way you stole a kiss from his parted lips— choosing to ignore the whoops and calls of the others in the room— and caught him off guard.

His eyes were wide as you leaned towards his ear. “Thank you,” You murmured, so quiet you were sure that only he (and perhaps Sitri) could hear. “For bringing me here, Satan.” You knew how much he cared for the denizens of Gehenna, how much he treasured and valued each and every one of them. And you’d realized that’s exactly why he’d brought you to such a place, at such a dire time.

In your moment of heartbreak and darkness, he’d brought you to them. To a place you were sure he’d probably often escaped to himself when his mind spiraled and he couldn’t quell it alone. He was showing you that these devils could be your safe space as well, your light out of the darkness that plagued your heart.

His people were his respite, and now they were yours as well.

This king of Hell had done so much for you, in such a short time… saved you more times than you cared to count— so you allowed yourself to enjoy his, and his people’s, company well into the night. Until the drinks finally slowed, and he’d ushered you to a place to rest on the upper floor. It was then that he returned the kiss you’d stolen earlier, with fervour, as if imploring you to realize that you were never alone in this.

He was alarmed— his gut telling him something was amiss, even if he wasn’t quite sure what it may be. Mammon knew only that it had to do with that faraway look within your eyes, almost as if you were looking through the brilliant gold around you rather than at it— it was not admiration, not his coveted greed, it was nothing. Mammon couldn’t understand why you weren’t pleased with your surroundings, or what all you may be thinking… just that he didn’t like it.

He wanted you to look around and desire it, to want the world despite knowing that it was already yours, as he was. He loved to see your eyes alight with a fiery passion, your heart just as full… but somehow you had fallen far, right under his nose. A human folly, he was certain, and not one he had ever encountered. Yet this? This he did not want, he did not covet this new experience, this new emotion. He wanted to be rid of it.

Mammon lifted you with ease, and without warning, breaking your senseless focus immediately, drawing you towards him effortlessly. You clung to him in surprise, steadying yourself though you knew that to Mammon you weighed nothing— he’d proven that already. You wound your arms around his neck, legs finding purchase on his hips, exclaiming his name in your surprise. His strength always amazed you— then again, he was simply amazing overall.

His silence continued as he pressed a warm kiss against your forehead, holding you close with one arm, while pulling your head closer with the other before it settled on your cheek. Your face flushed pink, dumbfounded at the gentle touches he’d graced you with.

His deep voice rumbled as he spoke, and pressed against him as you were you couldn’t help but shiver at the feeling of the vibrations. “What is bothering you, MC?” He questioned, eyes that looked like molten gold peering into yours with concern.

You stared back, silent, unsure how to answer— or if you even should. You worried your lower lip with your teeth as you pondered, not missing the way his eyes flicked downwards at the motion, how he held you a little more tightly. “Nothing,” you finally relented, though accompanied by a forced smile that didn’t quite meet your eyes. “I’m alright.”

Mammon did not know doubt, or lies— you knew that your words alone would calm him, come as a reassurance that there was nothing to worry over. And you told yourself that you would do better to keep your worries hidden. A white lie, you decided, was the better way to go.

Even if the weight of all the events thus far was pressing down around you, exerting more pressure with each new battle you found yourself surrounded by.

Yet, despite your reassurance, Mammon’s brows furrowed, and he shook his head. “…While I do not know—or even understand— doubt, MC, I know that there is something wrong. I just know.”

He looked pained as his eyes bore into yours, unyielding as he studied your expressions. His grip became a little tighter as he sighed. “Can you not trust me?”

The question made your breath hitch, and you shook your head rapidly. “I trust you!” You reassured, your heart wrenching at his assumption. Of course you trusted Mammon— with everything in you, you did. You just didn’t want to burden him with your worries, your fears, and your guilt. You’d buried it so deeply within you throughout your journey that you’d thought that maybe you’d somehow escaped it… but it had consumed you the moment you’d finally attempted to rest, comforted by the massive devil’s presence. “I do. It’s just… it’s nothing, really. I’m just worrying over everything that’s happening here in Hell— if Satan hadn't saved me…”

His eyes widened, and his forehead bunted against your own. “Never think that way, MC. Nothing here is your fault— and there is no devil in Hell that thinks that it is.”

“Everyone is ecstatic that you’re here— even more than when they see me!” He continued, placing slow, soft kisses on your face between each breath.

You knew he was right, deep down. That if it hadn’t been you, another descendent of Solomon could have just as easily ignited it all. It wasn’t your burden to bear, just as much as it wasn’t Mammon’s. Whatever happened to God — the event that had earned the angel’s ire— was still a mystery.

You sighed, your eyes glossy as you looked up at him once more. “I know, I know. I’m sorry.”

“No need for apologies.” He straightened again, adjusting his grip on your bottom. “Just tell me when these thoughts plague you, and I will reassure you of every worry— I am yours, after all. You have me at your side to deal with whatever you feel you can’t. You are the only being to ever have this, the only one I’ll ever give it to.”

He grinned, sharp canines glinting in the light that shone into the room from the elegant (yet gaudy) golden windows, and you couldn’t help but smile— genuinely, this time. “Thanks, Mammon. I’ll keep that in mind.” It was strange, you thought, that he could so easily clear your mind with his promises alone… but when you looked at him, it also wasn’t hard to see why. He was powerful, confident— and he so proudly declared himself yours it was difficult to not believe him, to rely on him. “Aren’t you getting tired of holding me up, though?”

Your attempt to change the subject earned you a hearty laugh, that shook you in his arms. “Never!” As if taking your words as a challenge he tossed you upwards before catching you just as effortlessly, before securing you once again against him. “And if you don’t believe me, I’ll parade you around Tartaros to prove it.”

“Please, don’t!” You laughed, though you could see that he was absolutely considering his own words. “Mammon!”

“It would do you well to go out— and you can still rest as long as you’re in my arms.” You hit his chest, grumbling about how impossible he was— but there was little you could do to stop him from walking out the door, with you still held close. Though, despite your protests, you really didn’t mind— Mammon was right, seeing the devils of Tartaros going about their daily lives, seeing their smiling faces as they saw their king, and you… it really would do you good.

And, though you didn’t give him the pleasure of telling him, being held by Mammon was the safest place you felt you could be. Untouchable, secure, and comforted by his warmth.

Even if it was still a bit embarrassing.

Your mind was elsewhere, lost deep within unwanted thoughts that forced their way through despite any efforts to hinder them. Leviathan, in a way, couldn’t fault you for it— you were only human, and your entire world had been upturned and threatened. But Leviathan himself was at your side, seated just an arms length away— could you not even consider him a worthy distraction? Surely his presence alone should earn your gaze, at least? Yet your eyes were staring at the floor, your brows furrowed.

It irked him, stirring feelings in his heart that made his eyes narrow and fists clench— especially when he wondered just what it was you would finally use to alleviate whatever thoughts you were unable to escape. Whoever, or whatever, it may have been, even if imaginary, made envy seep through him.

Had he not proven he would go to great lengths for you already, without question? He’d even gone outside of the sanctity of his home for you, protected you from angels at the cost of his own wellbeing.

He sucked in a breath, steadying himself from whatever spiral he himself had nearly fallen into— now was not the time, not when he could simply take your attention for himself and eliminate the threats from the equation altogether. Motioning with lithe fingers, ropes quickly fell from the inky darkness of the ceiling above, entangling you despite your surprised protest. At least you’d called his name in your alarm.

The ropes dragged you closer to him— surprisingly gentle— and you wondered what his plan was, recalling just how pleasurable it could be to be bound before this devil king. Yet only your jaw was slowly traced by a singular long finger, no further touches gracing your skin. Instead his pale eyes met yours, contemplative. He did not seem exceptionally angry or upset, in fact he appeared oddly calm for having called on his favoured ability.

And then he stood, sighing, leaving you where you were. “Come, then.” He spoke, a chill running through your spine— from suspense or anticipation, you weren’t sure. Yet despite ordering you to follow, he hadn’t intended to give you a choice to begin with, the strong ropes moving you for him, just behind (but so, so careful not to damage your frail, human skin).

He spoke nothing of where he was taking you, barely acknowledging that you were with him at all. At times his intense gaze met yours, as if checking on your wellbeing — though you surmised it was to ensure your attention was on him, as he wanted.

Any complaints you had, though, died on your tongue the moment he opened large double doors with a wave of his hand, and you were greeted with a marvelous sight that you couldn’t quite comprehend.

Within it was not quite the same castle-like structures you’d come to know, it was somehow more cavernous while still retaining its elegance. In the center was a pool, of sorts, though if you were to describe it properly it was more akin to a man-made (devil-made?) lake within the confines of Leviathan’s estate. The water’s surface was reflecting all across the walls and every item it could reach, creating a beautiful, moving pattern that was hard to tear your eyes away from.

You wondered if you should really feel as surprised as you do, that he had such a place tucked away, being as fond of water as Leviathan was.

“Very few have been here, Child of Solomon. I don’t allow it.” He spoke bluntly, those agile fingers motioning for your freedom (and oh, you knew what else those hands could do). “But,” He continued, turning to face you. “It appears you need something to distract you. Come.”

His hand extended towards you, waiting impatiently for you to take it, and despite your surprise and tentativeness you did just that. He led you towards the waters, still fully clothed and unperturbed. “Wait— shouldn’t I get a bathing suit, or something?”

He stopped, a quizzical look upon his beautiful features. “If you must worry about your clothes, just remove them.” As if assuming you would do just that he released your hand as quickly as he’d taken it, stepping into the water without waiting any longer for you to decide.

It wasn’t hard to see he belonged there, his pale skin practically glowing in an ethereal light. Soon enough he vanished into the depths, only to resurface a ways away, floating lazily despite the weight of his clothing.

Hastily you joined him, donning only your undergarments (not quite as confident within such deep waters while being weighed down). Yet when his hands were on you you knew that even if you even began to sink towards the bottom, he’d keep you afloat with ease. “You’re only the second outside of myself I’ve allowed in here.”

“…Why?” You murmured, enjoying the feel of the small, cool waves on your skin.

“Because it’s mine.” A simple answer, blunt as always. “But … so are you. So I don’t mind you being here, as long as your attention is on me, MC.”

Your heart felt warm as you realized how much you meant to him— that he would break his own comforts for your own, in a way. Even if it was borne from wanting your attention only on him and nothing else. “Sorry, Leviathan,” You murmured, pressing a kiss to his cheek, which met with a strong hand pulling you closer to him. “For being so distracted before. Thank you for showing me this.”

He hummed in response, more taken with your body in his arms than with your gratitude— though you could very easily see he enjoyed it.

He’d succeeded in claiming your attention, keeping it upon himself with ease now that you were reminded that not everything in your situation was a bad thing. That you had devils like Leviathan at your side, and that they would do anything to assist you. Leviathan, who so rarely let others in but who opened himself to you without thought or hesitance.

Even if Leviathan’s needy hands barely gave you a moment’s rest, itching for your touch at every turn. You’d give him everything he wanted— how could you deny him, after all?

The room felt as though it was nearly split down the center as Beelzebub glanced around— on one side was the chatter and planning, a tense atmosphere of grumbling devils attempting to decide what to do… on the other, was you. Around you was quiet, abnormally so— the devils had let you be, he supposed it was to give you time to breathe and catch up with everything that had transpired.

Yet to Beelzebub, you simply looked pitiful, too sad for his liking. Your eyes were staring blankly out the window, sitting idly and unmoving on the sill. Yet you weren’t really looking at anything, your eyes barely moving even when there was an outburst on the other side of the room, or a bird flew by your window.

Clearly, despite what the others may think, you didn’t need time to yourself to breathe. In fact, it seemed as though leaving you to your own devices was only making things worse in that little human mind of yours. And, being who he is, Beelzebub was more than willing to bend the rules and expectations just to make you smile again.

He could sense Bael’s cautious yet curious gaze on his back— unwilling to believe that his king would simply sit idly. And he wasn’t wrong, really. Yet Beelzebub didn’t do anything immediately, instead standing and making his way over towards you rather languidly, lazily as though he just wanted to banter with you—despite being told to leave you be.

You didn’t react to his approach, or even seem to hear his intentionally loud footsteps, utterly lost in whatever thoughts were plaguing you. If this were another time, or he were any other devil, it may have been concerning how unaware you were of your surroundings in an unfamiliar environment— even if it was safe.

However, he was not another devil, and was still Beelzebub. He looked at this, instead, like an opportunity he simply couldn’t let go of and let pass by. In one swift motion you were hoisted upwards, a garbled noise of surprise escaping you as you were thrown over a strong shoulder. His hand kept you steady, lying comfortably on your lower back (if a little lower than necessary). Instinctively you reached out to grip anything you could to ground yourself, hands clinging to whatever you could reach on him. You knew that no matter how irresponsible Beelzebub may be, he would never drop you, but it was still difficult to settle when you’re quite literally thrown like a sack of potatoes.

“Let’s go out and play, MC.” His voice was a purr, adjusting you quickly before the others could react and taking off out the door with a surprising burst of speed— you hadn’t even known he could move that quickly!

There was chaos behind you near immediately, and you could see the others— particularly Bael— preparing to stop their quick-footed king from escaping, especially with you in tow. However, as much as the efforts were doubled by your presence, they were also incredibly hindered, not wanting to harm you in any way while attempting to stop the ever-troublesome man.

“Bell!” You protested, though he could hear your insincerity within your voice, a bubble of laughter escaping you at the audacity of the unanticipated situation you’d found yourself in. “Where are we even going?!”

The gloom that had surrounded you already began to crumble, and he laughed as he replied. “Somewhere fun!” He didn’t elaborate, however, as he dealt with the devils in his way, deftly outmaneuvering them.

Looking back once more, you couldn’t help but pity Bael, seeing now what it was he dealt with, but at the same time you were thankful for Beelzebub and his free spirited nature. You’d forgotten that, though the situation was incredibly serious, you were still allowed to have fun.

Almost as quickly as it had begun, the chaos came to a close, Beelzebub successful in his escape, and you now safely hugged within his arms after he’d set your feet back down securely to the ground. His grin was positively infectious as you took a step back from him, and you had to stifle your laughter. “There!” He exclaimed, fixing your hair idly as he spoke. “Now, let’s find someplace fun to waste some time in. Let’s let loose, MC.”

Grasping your hand he pulled you along through the streets, searching out a familiar haunt that would be filling in with devils soon. He didn’t pay mind to the confused looks he got along the way, loudly talking with you all the while. He didn’t let you rest until you’d arrived at wherever it was that he’d thought of.

The rooms were dimly lit, but there was a well-stocked bar at the far end of the largest one, the music blaring from speakers already despite guests just beginning to filter in. It wasn’t terribly large, more quaint than you’d expected for Beelzebub, but it was clear he was a common sight there, as no one batted an eye in his direction as he led you further in.

You clung to him as the crowd steadily grew, unwilling to be parted from your guide— and it wasn’t as though you disliked touching Beelzebub, either. There were certainly no complaints from him, either, as his hands groped and prodded your body in return. It wasn’t long before he led you to the dance floor, where his hands explored more boldly, front pressed against your back as you swayed to the music.

You knew it didn’t matter if you were any good at dancing, Beelzebub simply wanted you to lose yourself to the music, and more importantly with him.

It wasn’t difficult to persuade you, letting his body guide your movements, losing yourself to his touch and the vibrations in your body from the sounds around you and the mesmerizing lights.

You could hear his praises when his hot breath ghosted by the shell of your ear, sharp teeth toying with the cartilage. His lips finding your neck, his hands dipping lower— it was so easy to lose yourself with Beelzebub, that your worries melted away. Not even the inevitable repercussions that were to come from your escape could bother you.

You were thankful for how carefree the king who held you was, that he’d decided to encourage it within you, too.

Though you weren’t sure how long you were among those on the dance floor before Beelzebub inevitably led you towards the dark bathroom, your bodies barely parted for a moment. You locked the door behind the two of you, opting to lose yourself to him in another way, even if someone heard you.

#what in hell is bad #whb #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad? #whb Satan #whb leviathan #whb mammon #whb beelzebub #whb Satan x reader #whb leviathan x reader #whb mammon x reader #whb Beelzebub x reader #whb x reader #what in hell is bad x reader #~take time to relax #the brain rot is so real #is it bad I want to write for Gabriel?

[celestialcrowley]

My mom and I were finally able to watch the final episode of Good Omens season 2.

Before we dive in, my mom is very — how do I say this — anti on certain things. My friend said it perfectly. He said she gave him the homophobic put the fear of God type vibes when he first met her.

I don’t believe anything will ever fully change her opinions or views of us. I’ve not even referred to myself as aromantic / asexual in her presence, and I doubt I ever will. I simply tell her I’m done dating. It’s clearly not in my future, and, after trying it a couple of times, it just isn’t something I’m interested in.

I hope that one day she will open her eyes and realize that it’s all fine. Whatever we are. It’s okay.

My mom enjoyed season one. When I asked her what she thought of Aziraphale and Crowley, here’s what she said. Not her exact words but close enough to what I can remember.

“Aziraphale seems like he’s afraid of getting into trouble with Heaven, but not enough to keep him from going against God’s orders.”

Just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing.

“Crowley isn’t as evil as he paints himself to be.”

Just a little bit a good person.

The only thing, as far as I’m aware, that didn’t quite sit right with my mom is that God is a She.

Wibbly wobbly timey wimey…

I was terrified for her to watch the second season because of Maggie and Nina and That Big Damn Kiss. She’s told me some less than desirable things previously. Here are a handful of them.

“I won’t watch shows that have gay couples in them.”

“I will watch them, but I’ll just turn my head away when they kiss.”

About my friend who is a lesbian —

“Your friend just says that, but she doesn’t actually know what she is.”

Okay, mom. You go ahead and keep telling yourself that.

I am certain, despite my fear, that I wanted her to watch Good Omens so badly because I thought maybe it would be the golden ticket. It’s uniquely different.

We have been gifted with Anthony J’I’m Not Actually Either Crowley and Mister AZ Smitten I Believe Fell, The Almighty God She, Nina I’m Not Your Type and Maggie You Have No Idea.

I was expecting my mom to frown upon Maggie and Nina’s story in season two, but she didn’t. She actually didn’t even have anything negative to say.

Y’all should have seen me when That Big Damn Kiss was coming up. I was fidgeting probably as bad as Aziraphale was when he was gathering up the courage to ask Crowley to dance with him.

I don’t think I’ve ever fidgeted that much in my life.

And then it happened.

That Big Damn Kiss

And she watched all of it. She didn’t look away. She didn’t make a face. She didn’t say anything negative.

I don’t necessarily think her views have changed because she laughed at something my uncle told her about a former coworker of his. This coworker used to go by Craig, but he later came out as trans and asked to be called Cindy. My uncle said, “The best we can do is Crindy.”

Most of my family are homophobic, and I don’t care for it.

I don’t know if it’s the way Neil Gaiman has written Good Omens, but I was surprised that she watched the entire show, had nothing negative to say and even added that she needs to watch all of both seasons again to better understand it.

That’s something, I suppose.

Maybe she’s coming around.

Thank you, Neil Gaiman.

You truly are a legend. 💚

#the ghost speaks #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #david tennant #michael sheen #maggie #nina #aziracrow #ineffable husbands

[riyangiis]

flowers for you ! ─ han yujin

you've had a crush on yujin for so long, you just gave up on trying anything because you're nowhere near his level. but rumors started to go around about him and another idol in your school, you couldn't help but be jealous.

pairing , han yujin x reader

warnings , idol!classmate!yujin, idol! oc, rushed..

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 !

han yujin, a name known all around your school. insanely talented, unbelievably attractive, his whole existence is precious, and so many more. you were absolutely nowhere near his level. he's adored by many and probably has his own group of admirers.

you know there are so many other talented people like him in your school, so you don't even bother and try to get him to notice you unlike delusional daydreamers who can't seem to catch a break.. chocolates here, letters there.. you just sort of ignore him the whole time to ease the pain of knowing that there isn't asingle chance of him liking you back.

just one thing caught your attention, seo jiwon. she's the rising star of the infamous group starlinx. the frequently praised and adored, the super talented maknae, the drop-dead gorgeous girl. she was exactly what you were scared of.

jiwon's had her own share of admirers too, but rumors started going around stating that yujin and jiwon have a thing for each other after a fan recorded their interaction in school. it's nothing really, socializing at it's finest. but fans started realizing how 'good' the both of them would be for each other. you felt a little bit of jealousy bubble up at the thought.

nevermind. articles like k-daily use their aesthetic and unique style more than the main focus of the entire website. so it shouldn't matter at all, right? maybe. you snapped out of your thoughts and went to a specific app to see other's opinion on this. you scrolled on twitter and find some tweets about the whole situation.

this whole idea may sound stupid, but you really thought of fully ignoring both jiwon and yujin as if you were only able to sneak a few glances with them whenever you got lucky. give up.. it's not like they will notice and as if it's gonna do anything major.. (maybe)

you turned your phone off and started getting comfortable in your bed, trying to get some sleep. all you could think about was yujin, jiwon, yujin, jiwon, it was suffocating. if anything you should be drowning in your soft bed and get some sleep, not drown in those stupid thoughts.

what should you do tomorrow? just let them be? safest option but your intrusive thoughts or your heart will never agree to that. be mean to them? might get cancelled by their fans around the school. fully ignore them and act like they never existed and dodge every option that leads to them? maybe.

"gosh jiwon, no wonder people called you helpful."

yujin sighed and dropped the notepad with a million ideas to make the first move. for who you ask? you'll see. he checked each page to see how many recommendations jiwon did with a whole lot of research about what that lucky person likes and possibly wants in a guy.

"how do you even do this?"

yujin's face was full of shock and wonder, jiwon smirked and looked and yujin's reaction in satisfaction. she snatched the notepad and flipped every page to boost her ego a little bit more.

"hey, it's me, the super wonderful maknae, jiwon! you'll never get anything wrong with me around!"

"i don't understand how you're good at this more than taking simple notes and putting the teacher's lectures to use."

jiwon slowly looked at yujin to create a more dramatic effect, she stared at him as if she just failed her exams. yujin just sits there confused.

"was i wrong?"

jiwon smacked yujin in his shoulder playfully and made sure he wasn't hurt at all, yujin acted as if he just got shot and played along with her.

"all we need to do is focus on the main thing, get [name] to like you and not get scolded or caught."

a camera from afar failed to hear their conversation and just snapped a picture of yujin and jiwon at the back of the school, jiwon seemed to notice an awkward presence and looked around in her surroundings, yujin followed. the person slowly walked away without the both of them knowing that they pretty much screwed their plan up. a little bit i guess.

the bell rings, a few people sigh after getting tired of hearing the teacher's boring lesson in mathematics. everyone grabbed their bags and rushed out of the classroom. jiwon and yujin involved. jiwon sneakily watched the both of you exit the room, why do you look more gloomy than usual? yujin hold the chocolates in his hand feeling a little nervous, he walked up to you and tapped your shoulder, you continue walking.

"hello?"

you continue walking.

"i'm busy."

he tried to catch up and stopped in front of you. in which you tried to pass by him, is anything wrong? you usually tried to greet him but his fans were always near him that time. he gently pulled you to a private spot and held you as if you were delicate. you blushed at the thought, but snapped out of it.

"what is it that you want?"

"i was about to ask if we could hang out for lunch, since you were busy i just wanted to give you these."

yujin opened his hand that had pieces of your favorite chocolate inside. you slowly took them and kept them inside your pocket. he knew what you liked?

"wait.. why are you giving me this?"

oh, yujin didn't think about that. he tried to brush it off with a pretty bad excuse.

"i always saw you buy them in the store or eat them at least once a day. and you're really kind to me and treat me like a normal person instead of some deity.. i just wanted to give you these as a thank you.."

yujin nervously looks down at the floor with his face fully red. he tries to cover his blushy state with one hand but you noticed right away.

"i.. thank you, i don't really know what to say. don't hide yourself, yujin. you look so cute right now."

you teased him and removed his hand covering his face and held it. you remembered that he asked you to hang out with him, you can't miss that opportunity.

"uh, also, we can hang out another time if you want? i can ditch my friends-"

"what? no need to ditch your plans.. that's pretty ridiculous to do for someone you only interacted with a few times.."

"someone? you're the han yujin! even if i tell my friends they will probably get it.."

there goes your blushing yujin again. he's all giggly as well, you could honestly ditch everything just to see yujin blushing. maybe that's just how adorable he is.

"maybe we can hang out at the park, if you're free at saturday?"

and there it is. you finally got to have a pretty long conversation with him, is this a dream? whatever. you just had to get prepared for saturday, get your best outfit, maybe prepare incase anything happens.

"what do you mean you're gonna hang out with someone?"

gyuvin asks yujin confused, they had a packed up schedule and this is the first time yujin was able to hang out with someone.

"are they special? what did they do for that hang out? is it jiwon asking you to do your 'secret sessions'? what is it??"

gosh, gyuvin really sounds like a curious mother. curiosity kills the cat (ricky) you know? (probably why he's really curious)

"hyung, calm down. were only studying for a quiz.."

yujin looked down on the floor knowing he messed up big time, that horrible excuse did not do anything but peak gyuvin's curiosity more.

"a quiz?? you can ask hao hyung for help.. or maybe gunwook.. what is it that you need help for?? are you hiding something from me??"

yujin inhaled and tried to explain to gyuvin about everything.

"uhm.. iwantedtoaskjiwonforhelpbecauseilikesomeoneandiwantedtomakethefirstmovesoiaskedthemtohangoutwithmenowweregoingtotheparkonsaturdaybutidon'tknowwhattodo."

gyuvin's brain was processing on what yujin just said. holy, his son is a rapper too?

"wait wait, YOU LIKE SOMEONE??????"

gyuvin shouted out loud enough for the other members to hear.

"be quiet!"

hanbin, zhanghao, and ricky scolded gyuvin for #1 being too loud, #2 disrupting hao's precious beauty sleep, and #3 ricky just wants to scold gyuvin. gyuvin's jaw is still on the floor after what yujin just said. him? liking someone? his son is growing up?

"wait, i have an idea."

gyuvin dragged ricky and hanbin to a flower shop and asked hanbin which one should yujin pick for his.. crush..

"what are their preferences anyway?"

yujin looked around and spotted a bouquet full of pink tulips.

"this, i once saw in their instagram post that they liked pink tulips."

ricky looked at the price and the quality of the flowers. hanbin seemed impressed by yujin.

"pink tulips.. affection, caring, good wishes, and love.. not as deep at red tulips, which is good because you guys are still kids. impressive yujin."

ricky grabbed the bouquet and his wallet to pay for it. they walked out of the store and talked about what yujin should do on the way back to the dorms.

(i cant add more pics so pretend this is a divider)

it's saturday, you decided to pick a casual but good-looking outfit. you tried to look as presentable as you can, you're literally gonna hang out with an idol. yujin probably has better things to do.

you walked all the way to the park and waited for yujin to meet you at the spot you both agreed on. you waited for a little while until a familiar voice called your name. yujin walked up to you holding something behind his back with that cute smile he has.

"what's that behind your back?"

he slowly revealed the bouquet of pink tulips. you got flustered and took the bouquet, the price tag was still attached, it looks pretty expensive for flowers.. you looked at yujin in shock, how did he know? he just smiled in satisfaction. it's obvious that you love his gift.

"flowers, for you."

#riyangiis #yura.writes ! #zb1 yujin #han yujin #han yujin x reader #yujin x reader #zb1 #zb1 x reader #zb1 fluff #zb1 imagines #zerobaseone #zerose.library

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Fall In Love All Over Again

Request: Can u write about Jack letting loose for the first time in forever maybe their anniversary? And he gets a little tipsy since he hasn’t been drinking?

Warnings: language, smut, references to alcohol and drunkenness

A/N: Not at all a reflection of Jack and his drinking habits, just something to read. Whenever I write a shower sex scene, I always think about how much water they are wasting 🤭 Not beta'd or proofread because I'm too tired to lol

"Are you ready to go?" You're slipping your heels on as Jack walks into the bedroom, wringing his hands nervously. You notice immediately, and if you didn't know his mannerisms so well, the worry draped over his face would give it away. "What's wrong, baby?" You stand, grabbing his hands in your own.

Your first year of marriage had been a whirlwind, and truthfully neither of you were able to enjoy your honeymoon phase because Jack's schedule was incredibly busy. Before you knew it, it was already your first anniversary, and even though Jack was beyond exhausted and probably needed a week of sleep to recuperate, he was determined to make your paper anniversary one to remember.

Jack really needed this night to go perfectly. He already felt like a bad husband, always having to put his career first over the last couple of months because his record label had their foot on his neck. He knew that one night wasn't going to make up for a year of non-stop travel, shows, and performances, but it was a good start. He was very nervous, hoping that you loved everything he had planned.

"Nothing", he kisses your knuckles, brushing his lips against your hand as he looks at you. "You just look amazing. You make me nervous, girl."

"You never told me what you have planned." Your husband had been very tightlipped about your anniversary plans, and it wasn't for lack of prying on your part that you weren't sure what was going to happen tonight. Jack helped you slip on your coat before putting on his own and leading the way of the front door. "That's because its a surprise."

"Wow." You giggled as you saw the stretch limo pull up in front of your building. "This is just the first part of your surprise." Jack helped you down the steps, holding the door for you as you climbed in. The limo was fully stocked with expensive champagne and your favorite flowers.

"This is beautiful, Jack. Thank you so much." He pulled you in for a gentle kiss, holding you tucked into his side. "I know its kind of cheesy, but I was thinking about how many milestones we didn't get to have together, and I know that you didn't get a chance to go to your prom, so I thought this could be like our prom do-over."

When the two of you first started dating, you told Jack you missed your prom because of your then-boyfriend was a jackass, but couldn't believe he remembered that years later. "That's so sweet of you, baby. Thank you." You cupped his face in your hands, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You know I got lucky at my prom, right?" Jack asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively. "I mean, if we're gonna stay true to the night, of course." You giggled, giving him another quick peck. "Well, I think we can work something out."

"Here." Jack reached over you to grab the bottle of champagne, handing you a glass before he popped the cork, pouring you both a sip. "Jack, you don't have to drink just because its our anniversary. Its still special if you're sober." Jack made a conscious decision to stop drinking while he was working over the last year, claiming it helped him to better focus, and you were completely supportive of his decision. "Its just a little bit, babe. Promise I won't go overboard.

"To our first anniversary." He held his glass up in a toast. "I love you so much, baby." The two of you clinked glasses before Jack downed the champagne.

****

The second surprise of the night was dinner at 610, where Jack had reserved the entire restaurant just for the two of you, and the chef had prepared a unique tasting menu, six courses of different cuisines from around the world. As you moved through dinner, each course was better than the next.

Each dish came with its own wine pairing, and Jack downed every glass, still trying to calm his nerves. His head started to spin, and he knew he was quickly becoming tipsy, but ignored it because it was helping to loosen him up. You also noticed how much he was drinking but didn't push the issue because it seemed like he was having fun for the first time in a while.

"This is a lot better than my prom night dinner." Jack joked as he sipped on his wine. "A bunch of us just went to the Qdoba on Bardstown."

"Very romantic." You smiled, making Jack blush. "So, what kind of prom date were you? How did you ask your date to prom?"

"Well", Jack cleared his throat, wiping his hands on his napkin before he turned his attention to you. "I was dating someone at the time, so I just asked her if she wanted to go at lunch." Jack knew it wasn't the least bit romantic, and he was very glad he's matured since then.

"God, that night was so shitty", he continued, swirling the wine glass in his hand. "We got into a fight, she was crying. Not my finest moment."

"It was high school. I don't know any girl who wasn't crying over their boyfriend at that age." You tried to assure him, seeing the tinge of guilt in his features. "Besides, if it had worked out between you two, I never would have married the greatest person I've ever known." The way his face lit up made your stomach flutter with butterflies.

"Lets get out of here, its time for the next surprise."

****

You drove for about 20 minutes out of the city before the limo brought you to a large field. As soon as you pulled up you could hear the propellers of the helicopter slicing through the air. "You're kidding." You turned to Jack with shock on your face. "This is really only our transportation to the next spot." You climbed into the helicopter, Jack right behind you. You placed the headset on as the pilot told you all about the safety precautions.

He handed Jack another bottle of Champagne, compliments of the company, and while you declined, too excited to drink, Jack took another shot of courage. He wasn't exactly fond of heights, but knew this was something you always had on your bucket list, so he'd brave it just for you.

You had perfect view of the entirety of Louisville as you flew over the city, including the Big Four Bridge, where you and Jack shared your first kiss on New Years four years ago. After a tour of Jack's hometown from the sky, you landed atop the 21C hotel. Jack had a private dance floor set up on the roof of the hotel, so the two of you could have your own private dance party.

Jack was feeling damn good, alcohol coursing through his veins, so as soon as the music started the two of you were dancing across the floor, and while Jack's moves were a bit embarrassing, you definitely admired his confidence.

"Oh this is my song!" Jack's face scrunched together as Beyonce's "Partition" came over the speakers. You stood back as he started dancing wildly, and you knew he had to be drunk because his favorite song was definitely not one by Beyonce. "C'mon, baby. Dance with me!" You let Jack pull you onto the dance floor, colliding with his body. He held your hips as you swayed to the music, a permanent smile on your face as you watched Jack have a blast.

After a couple of songs, Jack felt his knees become weak, and he was thankful that a slow song came next. "Are you okay?", you asked as Jack sunk into your hold. "I'm fine. I think I'm a little drunk, though", he pitifully admitted, mumbling into your shoulder. "I think you are too, baby." You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Let's go back to the limo, okay?" Jack groaned, not wanting the night to end, but he really couldn't stand, let alone object.

****

Jack had a sorry look on his face as he slumped down in his seat, the limo spinning around him. "I'm sorry I ruined our night, baby." He slurred his words, haphazardly covering his face with his hands. "Jack, you didn't ruin our night. I had a great time."

"You don't have to lie, I know this year has been terrible." Sober thoughts became drunk confessions, and Jack couldn't stop his words if he wanted to. Your heart dropped as you watched him, turning to the driver so you could have some privacy. "Driver could you roll-"

"DRIVER ROLL UP THE PARTITION PLEASE!" Jack belted out the Beyonce lyrics, pointing a finger into the air and you had to cover your mouth to stifle your laugh. "What?" He shrugged his shoulders, a sly look on his face. "I told you that was my song."

Jack slept on the drive home, his snores louder than usual due to his inebriation. You helped him out of the limo, his arm draped over your shoulders as you walked up to the bedroom, letting him fall onto the bed, trying to catch your breath as you watched him get comfortable on the mattress.

"I had no idea you were this heavy." You slipped off your heels, your feet aching from an exciting night. "Hey! This is all muscle baby. You married a fuckin' sexy guy." You giggled as Jack tried to flex his biceps but could barely get his arm high enough in the air, flopping back onto the bed with a sigh. "I know I did. Don't you know I married you for your looks?" You remarked, helping him take his suit and shoes off.

"I married you because you're the most amazing person I've ever met, ya know? I love you", Jack expressed as he pressed his finger onto your nose. The boop he gave you as you changed him into his pajamas kind of took away from the moment, but it was still sweet none the less. "I love you too, Jack." He grabbed at your arm as you tried to walk away. "Where are you going? I still need to get lucky", he wined out, pushing his bottom lip out in a pout.

"Another time, baby." You gently kissed his forehead before tucking him underneath the sheets. "No go to sleep." Jack let out a sweet hum as he closed his eyes, falling asleep in seconds.

****

The next morning, you were downstairs having breakfast when Jack finally stumbled into the kitchen, his shorts hanging low on his hips. "There he is. How do you feel Mr. Knowles?" You chuckled to yourself as you took a bite of your yogurt. "Like death", Jack grumbled out, sitting at the kitchen island. He rested his head on the cool marble, resisting the urge to hurl. "Did I embarrass myself last night?" He looked up at you, his face pale.

"No, you did not, and I had a great time. Drunk Jack is a lot of fun, a very good dancer." Jack let out a loud groan. "Don't you know you're not supposed to lie to your husband? Its not good for the relationship."

"I'm serious, baby." Your rubbed his back affectionately. "Last night was wonderful, so much better than any prom that I could have gone to." You moved to kiss him, but he put a hand up as a barrier. "I need to shower and brush my teeth. I smell awful."

You waited until you heard the water running for a couple minutes before you entered the bathroom, shedding your clothing and stepping into the shower behind Jack. You felt his back muscles flex against your touch, turning to face you, splashes of water running down your chest. "What are you doing?", he asked coyly, pulling you into his body. "I promised you that you'd get lucky. I intend to keep my promise."

You were only able to take in a single breath before his mouth was on yours, your fingertips digging into his arms to steady yourself as you began to writhe on his bare thigh. "You know you still make me just as nervous today as you did the first night we met, right?" He's helping to guide your hips in circles, your clit sensitive to the touch as your orgasm begins to build. You open your mouth to speak, but only a gasp comes out as you feel his hand dragging through your folds, his large digit teasing your entrance.

The water his hot, steam billowing against the glass, but his touch sends a shiver down your spine, goosebumps rising on your skin. He slips two fingers into your pussy, hooking against your cushiony walls as he begins to slowly thrust in and out. "Don't stop, please." You're glad he's holding you up, his strong arm hooked underneath your arms, your back pushed against the shower wall, or else you'd be falling to your knees. "I'm not gonna stop until you're coming all over my hand, baby."

He's watching you intently as your body jerks and spasms around his hand, so close to your release you can feel your fingers and toes begin to tingle. "Fuck, I'm gonna-". Jack searches your features, his face inches away from yours. "Are you gonna come, baby?", he asks but you can only nod frantically. He tries to speed up his thrusts but you stop him, pushing his hand away. "I want you to fuck me", you grit out, reaching out for Jack's cock that's standing erect against his stomach.

He wastes no time grabbing your thigh, holding it in the crook of his arm and entering you, easily sliding into your pussy as you mold around his length, beyond eager to receive him. "Fuck, fuck", with the first thrust he knows he's not gonna last that long, you feel so good. Jack has to move slow, wanting the feeling to last as long as possible, but you're desperate to cum, digging your nails in his shoulder as you move your pelvis to meet his thrust, making Jack slam against your cervix with each movement.

"Yes, that feels so good. Don't stop", you're a whimpering mess as you try to grasp at the wet hair at the back of Jack's neck. He slaps a hand against the shower wall next to your face, all of his focus on the movement of his hips. He grunts, letting out a low growl as he feels you clench down around him, your orgasm crashing over you, your body trembling as the pulses move through your body. He's right behind you, pressing you agains the wall hard as he cums inside of you.

"How's your head?" you chuckle as your chest heaves, trying to catch your breath. Jack moves you so the hot water is running over your body, pulling you into a tight hug. You rest your cheek against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "I'm fine. I really am sorry for ruining our anniversary."

You look up at him, taking his face into your hands. "Jack, listen to me." You stroke his jawline between your thumb and forefinger. "You didn't ruin our anniversary. I had a fantastic time, it was amazing." He smiles at you, pressing his forehead to yours. "And you didn't ruin this past year. The only thing I care about is that you're safe and happy, and while I know that it hasn't been easy, I've never seen you happier than you've been this year." It was true. Jack was taking strides in his career he only used to dream of, and it was your greatest joy to be by his side through it all.

You both stepped out of the shower and Jack wrapped you up in a warm, fluffy towel, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You wouldn't let him go when he tried to break away, holding him close to your chest. "Every time I think it can't happen, I see you, and I fall in love with you all over again." You stand on your tip toes to give him a soft kiss. "I love you, Jack. More than you'll ever know."

Jack nods with a smile, knowing that he feels the same.

"Happy Anniversary, baby girl."

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[akimojo]

"Is it because of how differently it (Final Fantasy XIII) handles female characters compared to earlier games?" YES you are so right about this!! The main cast is majority female and the fact that each female is an individual vastly different from each other with multiple dimensions and layers to their character is probably why people shit on it. Plus if you look at the males in the group, they are FAR from the typical brooding male FF protagonist and yet still unique and nuanced in their own way. People didn't like that the characters broke the molds/archetypes/tropes that many of the FF games follow. And that's why the FFXIII cast stands out so strikingly to me personally.

And they're not just deep characters, they're allowed to have major character flaws that actually lead to negative consequences! Not to mention that their personal goals and motivations do NOT revolve around men

Even well-written female characters from other ff games (like yuna for example) don't have any traits that men would generally find unappealing in a woman, they don't challenge male players at all

And then in comes lightning, who starts off so toxic and poisonous to the people around her, acting violent toward male characters and making rash decisions that require you to think about why she does what she does, and the male-dominated fandom hates her

And don't even get me started on vanille and fang because their bond is at the foundation of ff13's story, but it's somehow the one aspect that I've seen haters sweep over the absolute most. Which is very strange considering most people can recognize how important zack was to cloud, or tidus to yuna, or rinoa to squall, or locke to celes, etc

Now that there's men going around wildly misinterpreting tifa's and aerith's friendship as them actually just fighting over cloud, you really gotta wonder if they just didn't care about fang and vanille because their relationship had nothing to do with a man lmao. And you just can't fully understand ff13's story without understanding how important fang and vanille are to each other, just like how you can't understand lightning without taking into account her struggle between self-preservation and the love she has for serah

I don't like to cry sexism over assumptions, but it's pretty hard not to do that when such a huge chunk of ff13 haters are men that insist the characters are one-dimensional, like?? how can anyone be that wrong?? Especially when the ff games they praise have some of the most one-dimensional female characters in the entire franchise (sorry ff4 but your handling of rosa is atrocious), but of course that doesn't matter because hey! The dudes need a love interest to sit there and look pretty for them!

#now that more women are getting into ff i NEED a ff13 remaster oh my god #it was ahead of its time it really was #ask #anonymous #final fantasy xiii

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for changing my (30 FtM) name?

I was born with a very angrogynous/masculine name. For the sake of this post we'll say it's Alex Andrew Lastname. I was bullied for it growing up and can often see on people's faces that they were expecting someone different when they see my name first. I never liked my name growing up because I didn't think I fit the vibe. I'm just not an "Alex". But honestly, if I ever fully pass, that could change.

I recognize I've hit the trans guy jackpot. I've seen quite a few trans men change their names to my birth name, first and middle. Logically, I'd never have to change it for safety or validation reasons.

I've been using a different name for years now. My partner of 10 years doesn't know me by another name and cringes when we have to use Alex for legal paperwork. This name has been public knowledge to everyone including my family for about 8 years. We'll say this new name is "Elijah" (it is not)

The problem arises when I bring up my final legal name choice to my mom.

"Why that? I would have never named you that. I don't think it suits you." I double down and explain I like the name and don't mind the religious connotation (we went to church but she's always appropriated eastern religions, I am not religious) Additionally, SHE should have been using it all this time, even when I'm not there. She complains. "Can't I still call you Alex? I mean, I gave birth to you, I should still be able to call you Alex. I gave you that name because it was androgynous and cool, why do you want to change it?" I tell her again, no. If she's the only person deadnaming me, other people will feel they have the right to. "Can I call you Al?" No, sorry. "Can I call you Andrew? I named you after your uncle, he didn't do anything wrong."

Because she's pushing back so much, I tell her the truth. Growing up, she was abusive and negligent. When she did use my name, she said it like she hated me. When I was in trouble, when she was disagreeing with me, when she bullied me. She didn't really say my name in rare situations where she was proud because she was jealous and focused on making sure everyone knew I was cool and "unique" because I was "her kid". Because of it, I cringe when I hear my birth name. It's a strong name, a good name, even, but it makes me feel small and tired. I told her I was proud of her going to therapy, that we could start over, but that I'm asking to be respected as a person.

Shortly after I was born, she asked my grandma to draw up a tattoo of my deadname. It's a large, dark piece on her entire lower back. I told her I don't expect her to cover it, that she can keep it and mourn the name however she feels, but I'd like to get a matching, small tattoo with her to celebrate my new name if she's interested. She didn't really respond. She finally said she still doesn't like the name Elijah, but asked if she could call me Eli (yeah, obviously)

Despite all of this reaching some sort of compromise, I've heard I've made a bad decision from both sides. Some think I was too gentle and understanding and should have essentially said "fuck you this is my name take it or leave it". Others think I should have kept my deadname because there was nothing wrong with it, I'm being too emotional about it, or that I'm choosing to inconvenience others by changing things age 30. There's also the idea that no one really likes their name so it's not a great reason to change it.

AITA for having no real reason to change my name and doing so anyway?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[ghcstao3]

I keep listening to Hozier songs and getting destroyed by my association of the songs with ghoap BUT. This specific lyric from the song "First Time" is making me go NUTS with how much it feels like ghoap

"Remember once I told you 'bout, How before I heard it from your mouth, My name would always hit my ears, As such an awful sound"

Idk just the idea of Ghost not being able to hear his name without hating it for a long while until Soap started using it and changed that all for him :,,) just thought I'd share BSGXGXG

yes amen god tier ghoap trope 🙏 anything involving soap being the reviver of simon is always Chef’s Kiss. same with applying hozier songs/lyrics to them because they are just so,,

-

Simon has been dead for a good, long while now.

He was buried alive, and died in that coffin, and Ghost crawled out. The monster, the husk—he survived, but Simon would always remain six feet under.

Or, at least, that’s what Ghost had believed until he met Soap. John MacTavish. Johnny.

Soap is… immediately different from anyone Ghost has ever met since his untimely death. Not different bad, just… different uniquely new.

And Ghost finds himself inexplicably opening up to this different sergeant before he even realizes what he’s doing. Before he even realizes that Soap has wormed his way comfortably beneath Ghost’s skin through jokes and light touches that not even people like Price have been able to manage more than occasionally in years.

Soap is disorienting. He’s complex, an enigma. For the first time in a long while, Ghost is unable to dissect him or his motives.

It isn’t until Simon is revived right under Ghost’s nose does he finally understand just who Soap is to him. What he always has been.

Price had learned to use the name sparsely, if ever, knowing that Ghost wanted nothing more than to forget. To move on. Soap uses the name so casual yet entirely too much like a prayer, like Simon is to be worshipped, cherished in a way Ghost never thought possible, even when Simon was still breathing.

Soap says his name like it hasn’t been a burden to Ghost for so long, and Ghost finds… he finds he doesn’t hate it. Finds he doesn’t want to scold the sergeant or insist on his callsign instead, he just… lets it happen.

And over and over and over again, it does. Until Simon feels like a proper part of Ghost again. Until there’s no difference between them.

Ghost doesn’t know if he’ll ever fully get it—he just knows that Soap—Johnny—is his saviour, and that he’ll never be able to repay him for that, as Ghost or Simon.

#ask #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #writing

[ladykailitha]

Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 13

Second one for today! Again, I will be being out two chapters a week until it is fully posted.

The Grammy's!!! Steve has a rough time of it with his recent coming out as Eddie's boyfriend. Some people are just that vile.

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Steve was pressed up against Eddie’s side, Eddie’s arm was wrapped around him, his fingers nervously playing with Steve’s earring as they politely laughed through the comedian’s opening monologue. They were forced to smile when a joke was made about them. All the while the entire table was seething.

Finally the jackass got off the stage and the real show began.

They sat through all the technical awards and clapped at the appropriate places.

They sat through the country, rap, R&B, and pop awards. Finally it was time for Best Metal Album.

Steve grimaced through the painful “banter” between the pop princess and the nearly dead former rocker who was hitting on her.

Finally they got through the nominees.

“And the award goes to....” the pop princess said, drawing it out for dramatic effect.

“Corroded Coffin!” the aging rocker shouted into the microphone.

Suddenly their whole table was on their feet screaming and cheering and crying.

Eddie gave Steve a quick kiss before the band got up and thanked the appropriate people.

Eddie was last. “Thanks to my Uncle Wayne without whom I would be alive. And to my new good luck charm and love of my life, Steve Harrington. Love you, baby!”

Steve smiled and mouthed “I love you too!”

And then the seat fillers came. A couple of them were knothead alphas who tussled briefly for who was going to sit down next to Steve. Steve shared a glance with Elinor, Gareth’s escort date. They both rolled their eyes.

The alpha who lost went to go sit next to Elinor while Steve was forced to endure this thug in a tux.

“Escorts like you are so frigid,” he sneered. “I was surprised to see that you were actually dating Eddie Munson.” He leaned in close and Steve could smell his breath. “But I guess whores like you tend to go for rockers and A-list actors.”

“There’s always a caveat to everything,” Steve hissed. “Nothing is as black and white as you’re making it out to be.”

The alpha laughed. It was loud and abrasive. “A whore is a whore no matter how tarted up they look.”

Steve leaned back out of his space. “Well, I get the last laugh asshole.”

The alpha frowned but then Troy, Xander, and two very beefy looking security were hauling him to his feet.

He yelped but didn’t struggle when he saw how outnumbered he was. He spat Steve’s direction, but the spittle didn’t even make it past the guy’s lips, making him look deranged.

The seat next to Steve was suddenly filled by a lovely beta woman who gushed about his dress.

Apparently she was a fan omega designers because they had a unique take on what it meant to be feminine.

Steve ended up giving her the name and number of the designer and she went away chirping happily.

Then Eddie was back and it was fucking relief.

“You okay, baby?” he murmured gently when he got settled in.

Steve smiled up at him. “Nothing my hot shot team couldn’t handle. But I’m all better now that you’re here.”

Eddie hummed, barely keeping his annoyance in check. But he had to force down his impulse to hunt down that alpha and rip his stomach out through his throat. Steve had been on the receiving end of worse bullshit than this, he had no doubt.

He must have been scenting his rage pretty strongly because Steve was rubbing his nose along his gland and murmuring what a good alpha he was.

But the band wasn’t in their seats for long as they were up next to perform their hit single “Hell’s Lookin’ Better Than Heaven”. Steve sighed at his loss but thankfully the next seat filler was stately looking gentleman who had been to fifty of these events as a seat filler. He loved the free food and even though they weren’t allowed to drink, they got sent home with a nice bottle of wine at the end of the night to make up for it.

If Steve hadn’t been excited to see Corroded Coffin play, he would have spent the whole time talking to the dear fellow.

Between him and the beta woman, Steve was able to relax again.

The song was okay, but the way they put their heart and soul into their playing, Steve could see why they were so popular.

Sadly the song was over and so was Steve’s time with the gentleman. Whom Steve was happy to tell Eddie all about.

Eddie smiled that sweet dimpled smile and kissed Steve cheek. “He sounds wonderful, Stevie.”

If Corroded Coffin won the next two awards, they would be backstage until the end of the show.

So Steve decided to soak up as much attention from Eddie as he could. He giggled a little when Eddie when right back to rubbing Steve’s earring.

“It’s my good luck charm now, baby,” Eddie cooed. “Not gonna be able to stop.”

Steve kissed Eddie deeply. “And I wouldn’t ask you to.”

Musicians, actors, and athletes were all superstitious by nature and he had been taught to lean into that regardless of what his beliefs on the matter actually were.

Besides Steve got it. Win a game three times in a row wearing the same pair of socks? Those are lucky now.

So if Eddie thought rubbing Steve’s earring was lucky, then he would let him continue.

Then it was time for the Song of the Year.

And at least this time the presenters didn’t try to make horrible small talk before they announced the winner.

“And the award goes to...”

“‘Hell’s Lookin’ Better Than Heaven’ by Corroded Coffin!” they shouted into the microphone.

The band was losing their collective shit.

Eddie picked Steve up and spun him around. “We won!”

“Sure did, love,” Steve murmured. “Now go up and get it, you beast!”

Eddie spun him around again and then ran up after his bandmates.

“This is the one we never expected to win,” Eddie said into the mic, tearing up. “There were too many great songs nominated. But this is an absolute honor. This one is for you, mama!” He kissed his lips and blew it to the sky.

He stepped away from the mic to let Jeff and the producer to give their thanks.

Then they all walked off stage.

Steve was on pins and needles now. Either they lost and would be back down in their seats for Solo Artist of the Year or they would win and they would be be doing the whole press junket again.

The big jumbotron showed the band backstage as the nominations were read, they had their arms around each other and their heads down.

Last year’s winners fumbled with the envelope as they struggled to get it open.

The bassist gripped, “Who the hell seals these things?”

Finally the drummer just ripped the top off like a letter and flipped it open.

“Corroded Coffin!”

The jumbotron showed Eddie and his bandmates just jumping up and down screaming. Then they were being shoved back on stage by their manager, Benny.

Eddie kissed all the other band’s members on the cheek as he went past them to get their final award for the night.

Steve let out a wolf whistle. Eddie looked out into the crowd and spotted him waving and whistling.

Eddie waved back.

“God,” he breathed into the microphone. “I am so grateful, I am just overflowing with gratitude to the academy and all those who voted for us. This album came from a place of love and how to find it in the darkness. It means so much to me that it found a place in people’s hearts. Thank you!”

Each of the members of the band gave their speeches and they were ushered off stage again.

Steve didn’t even bother looking at the person who filled Eddie’s seat. The show was almost over and he was so ready to be out of there and out of this dress.

He knew it made him and whoever he was with look good. That was the point of it after all. But he couldn’t wait to get into the suit and mesh top that he was wearing to the after party.

He stood up and Robin was at his side in an instant.

“Eddie told me to tell you to go ahead and get changed,” Robin said into Steve’s ear to be heard over the din of the exiting crowd, “he’s going to be awhile.

Steve nodded. He knew the drill. She had his garment bag slung over one arm as she led the way out of the main area and into the halls. Troy was right behind them.

Robin led him to a room he could change into and Troy stood guard outside the door.

Steve stripped completely, changing everything including his underwear. Thongs were great for mini dresses but a literal pain in the ass for suit pants.

He refreshed his makeup and double checked his hair. Once he was satisfied, he nodded to Robin.

She knocked on the door to let Troy know they were coming out.

“Eddie’s security just checked in,” Troy said, falling in step with both Robin and Steve. “He’s on his way out to the front and will meet us at the car.”

“Sounds good,” Steve said and let them usher him to the car.

Just before the stepped out, Troy whispered. “There are press out there and they’ll want you to comment on Corroded Coffin’s wins tonight. But their management wants you to ‘no comment’.”

Steve took a deep breath. He knew why they didn’t want him to say anything, but he was proud of them all for their well earned wins. Steve looked to Robin.

She shrugged. “I mean, you aren’t under contract with the label anymore not after you two officially became a couple, but don’t rock the boat too hard, yeah?”

Steve nodded again and stepped out back onto the red carpet.

“Steve! Steve!” came the shouts of the paparazzi.

“Are you and Eddie going back to your hotel to celebrate?”

Steve snorted, that one was easy. “No comment!”

“Eddie is expected to be at the Vanity Fair after party, are you going to be there?”

Steve glanced down at his changed outfit and raised a questioning eyebrow at the guy before rolling his eyes and ignoring him.

“Steve!” another paparazzo called. “What are your thoughts on Corroded Coffin’s wins tonight?”

And then it hit him. Why the label didn’t want him to say anything. The first time he had heard the song they were nominated for was that night. He wasn’t a fan of Corroded Coffin. He had friends that were, but he wasn’t.

“I’m happy they won,” was all of he said.

It wasn’t the ‘no comment’ the label wanted, but it was vague enough that he could get away with it.

Troy and Robin nodded. He had said the right thing.

There were more questions thrown at him but he sailed through the ordeal with aplomb.

He slipped into the car, hoping that Eddie was already there, but no such luck.

“You okay?” Xander asked, looking at him through the rearview mirror.

Steve let out a sigh. “Yeah. Nothing I haven’t heard before.”

Xander raised his eyebrow and Steve huffed out a laugh.

“Yeah, okay,” Steve admitted. “I wasn’t expecting it from a seat filler. I thought they vetted those more thoroughly than that.”

Xander nodded. “Starcourt management is already looking into it. That place was filled with escorts, how did that guy manage to not offend one before you.”

Steve hummed his agreement. He had wondered that, too. “I think he was after me specifically. I got asked if clients had canceled on me after it was announced I was dating Eddie. I know none of them canceled...”

“But maybe it angered people who were going to request you enough to not even try?”

Steve nodded back. “Yeah.”

Just then the door was yanked open and Eddie practically threw himself onto the backseat of the car.

He was pissed.

Steve immediately went into soothe alpha mode. “Hey, love, you okay?”

“I’m suing someone for slander,” he huffed, “and before you think I’m over reacting, Benny, my manager is the one that suggested it.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “If it was about me, sweetie, you’re going to have to get in line behind Starcourt. They take those things very seriously.”

Eddie blinked at him a moment, but that seemed to settle something in him and relaxed. “Good.”

Steve giggled as he was pulled onto his lap. “I’m so proud of you, Eds. You were three for three tonight.”

Eddie kissed him soundly. “I was indeed, I was right. You were my good luck charm.”

“Pleasure to have been of service,” Steve cooed.

Xander pulled out into traffic and Steve slid off Eddie’s lap and sat down next to him.

“It was a little rough today,” he murmured.

Eddie sighed. “Yeah, it was. I’m not sure why. Gareth has taken escorts to events before as have several people I know. But they were out to get you tonight.”

Steve sighed and took Eddie’s hand. He played with the rings as he gathered his thoughts.

“I think it’s because I’m so young in being courted,” Steve murmured.

Eddie frowned and turned in the seat a little to get a better look at him. “What do you mean?”

Steve let out a shuddering breath. “Most escorts that bond are in their late thirties/early forties. Meaning they’ve had a couple of decades under their belt, but I’m not even thirty yet and all they can see is someone who is trying to honey trap one of the greatest rockstars of the era.”

Eddie rubbed his face with his free hand. “Shit, baby. I didn’t realize. But it’s ridiculous because you made more last year then the whole band did. If anything, I’m trying to honey trap you.”

Steve lowered his eyelids. “Does that mean we’re going to get sticky later?”

Eddie nearly choked on his own tongue. “Yeah, baby. We’re gonna get sticky tonight.”

Steve leaned in close, but Eddie put up a finger. “After the after party, you fiend!”

Steve pouted, but he wasn’t serious. He knew that Eddie needed to see and be seen after winning big tonight.

He just was going to tease his boyfriend about it first.

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[olessan]

Disappointed that DD2 has no canonical male romance options? HELP FIX IT!

In Dragon's Dogma 2 you can choose almost any NPC to be your beloved/romance option, like in the first game. You can literally pick anyone, including random road guards, to shower gifts upon and raise their affinity.

However. Only two NPCs are canonical romances.

Ulrika and Wilhelmina, both human women, have unique romance quests and scenes that conclude intimately (without any platonic option). Those are the only NPCs in the entire game that have them.

No hate on the girls, they're among my arisen's best buds, but having them be the only two with fully fledged romance arcs in the entire game is a bit absurd.

Pre-release marketing highlighted Ulra, Wil, as well as Guard-Captain Brant, Prince Sven (who tbf seems pretty young), elven siblings Glyndwr and Doirieann, and Empress Nadinia of Battahl and her Guard-captain Menella (who I assumed were a couple). Any of those characters should also have had unique scenes like Wil and Ulra, but they don't. That effectively makes Ulra/Wil the canonical options.

None of the npcs care about the arisen's gender. The main issue is that there are no male options with equivalent romance quest. There's nothing but crumbs for the guy enjoyers, which is somehow a step back from the first game where there was at least Julian.

There are three dudes who would have been strong candidates according to their plot importance:

Brant is the arisen's first and most important ally in Vernworth,

Sven could have been DD2's Aelinore (young noble in need of help) and could've caused loads of plot drama,

and Glyndwr is your introduction to the elf culture through his curiosity.

Do they get unique quests beyond their initial ones? Nope.

Anyway, we can potentially influence some getting added officially instead of as mods:

Capcom has released a player feedback survey.

The survey has questions on what you like, dislike, and would like to see in future content updates. It runs until April 21 and may well influence the future additions to the game.

I laid it on thick about them adding more quests and romance quests, and also about a Bitterblack Isle-type expansion.The more people that bring it up these issues the better.

Go forth, arisen <3

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[themakeupbrush]

In no particular order, my top looks from the 2023 Met Gala "Karl Lagerfeld: A Line in Beauty"

My thoughts are below, but I'll be honest, I didn't really do any background research this year because there wasn't much to be done. These are really just my opinions on whether or not I liked the look.

Ironically, I felt this was a very mediocre year, which led to me having a lot more favorites than usual because they were kind of all on the same level. In previous years I would have separated this into multiple posts, but I don't really see the point.

Doja Cat: I wanted someone to dress up as Choupette the cat and she delivered, and managed to do so in a way that was still fitting for the event

Keke Palmer: She looked amazing, and really captured the Chanel look with the bombshell hair and the extremely bedazzled tweed. I honestly don't want to think about how much that dress weighed

Anne Hathaway: Besides that fact that I love everything Anne Hathaway has ever done, this dress was the perfect combination of honoring Lagerfeld's style while also incorporating it into the style of the brand she was representing (Versace). It had tweed and pearls, but also sex appeal and safety pins

Cardi B: First, I just want to appreciate her ongoing commitment to high fashion and the fact that she had three (3) completely separate looks. This particular Miss Sohee look was my favorite because she's living out my glinda barbie mermaid fairy princess dreams

Harvey Guillen: This was one of the first looks I saw of the night, and still one of my favorites. It has all the Lagerfeld style essentials, but still manages to look unique. Plus, creative menswear always gets extra points because the bar is painfully low, though this year was a surprisingly pleasant exception.

Jennifer Lopez: It's not the most creative look, but it's right up my alley and honestly, do we expect anything groundbreaking from JLo? She's always going to show up in something pretty that's decently on theme enough for me to just focus on whether or not I like it. And this immediately makes me think of classic Chanel.

Penelope Cruz: She was a co-host, it's vintage Chanel couture from the 80's, and she's one of the people I most heavily associate with Lagerfeld and Chanel. A win all around.

Russell Westbrook: I really want to give Russell Westbrook credit for always showing up to the Met Gala and really going for it. I love all the details: the pearl necklace, the tweed blazer with floral clasps, the bows on the shoes

Chloe Fineman: Another first look that turned out to be a favorite. This again had all the necessary design elements without feeling like a cheap knockoff. Also major points for the bedazzled cat bag.

Anok Yai: I don't know and I don't care how this relates to theme, she looked like a goddess

Bad Bunny: Another man not only doing something interesting but incorporating the theme? Genuinely shocking. Obviously I loved the OTT floral cape, but I really loved the ode to c. 2005 Chanel with the backless suit and backwards necklace.

Gisele: She wore the same dress from an iconic 2007 editorial, proving not only that she still has it, but that she's always had it. A true supermodel.

Salma Hayek: She looked hot, I don't know what else you want me to say about it. Also it had color, which nothing else did. My eyes were starving for color.

Glenn Close: For starters, she needed an entire team to carry her train so props for that. She brought the drama, the glitz, and the "age is just a number so shut the hell up" glamor.

Lil Nas X: This was, for lack of a better phrase, a cheeks out, bedazzled, balls to the wall look. The Choupette inspiration is more obvious when he was inside with the fur (ish?) coat on, but I honestly didn't care. I needed a moment and he delivered. Though I do wonder (1) how long it took to bedazzle him and (2) will he every fully be de-glittered.

Brian Tyree Henry: I don't know if it's the pose or the cape, but it's giving me dramatic shakespeare vibes and I appreciate it.

Naomi Campbell: The only issue I have with this look is that they called 2010 Chanel Couture "vintage" and I can't accept that. Beyond that, I mean, it's Naomi Campbell in Chanel Couture. I was also dying for any semblance of color at this point and somehow this dress was among the most colorful

Jenna Ortega: The perfect combination of chanel tweed cropped blazer/mini skirt and the Wednesday Addams aesthetic. Which was interesting because I thought she was trying to move away from that but I don't care it was a successful look

Ava Max: Chanel was known for the haute couture bride, and this not only really captures that, it was one of the most and quite honestly only majorly dramatic looks of the night

Halle Bailey: She looked like a mermaid and I love that for her

Ashley Graham: I would have loved this look regardless, but after seeing the dress it was modeled after, I also think it was one of the best tributes of the night

Tems: Has she ever looked bad on a red carpet? Her headpieces are just getting bigger and more elaborate and I see nothing wrong with that.

Diddy: I love the drama + the floral cape, though I am left wondering how he didn't faint under all of that. Also, you can roast me all you want for captioning his post with Sean Combs but that's what was given to the AP so it's what I went with.

Shai Gilgeous Alexander: A final man who followed the theme and wore something interesting, arguably more interesting than some of the women. I actually think I like this look better without the coat over it.

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[acapelladitty]

Jonathan Crane/Reader - Corn Fucking 🌽😈 (Kinktober #1)

Summary - It's a corn fucking fic lads. Someone gets fucked with an ear of corn. Not much more to say aside from the fact there's heavy bdsm themes. Bon ape tit!

As far as Crane’s little tests went, this one was proving to be somewhat unique.

All it had taken was an off-colour comment about the dinner you had prepared for you both – a simple stew with a few sides littered around the rickety table which you had scrounged up within his workspace – and he had ordered you to stand from your seat and approach him, a task you completed in an instant as your naturally submissive dynamic settled over your skin like a thick veil.

Crane was dining in full costume, his Scarecrow grab wrapped around his thin frame as he had been pulled from work to have something to eat, and he hadn’t seen the point in changing anything when he fully planned to return as soon as he were finished.

Now standing before him, you flinch in place as his cool hands jump straight to your thighs – willowy, scarred fingers disappearing up your skirt to wrap around the waistband of your underwear and pull the scant fabric free of your ass. Heat rises in your cheeks as you allow him to slip the thin cotton panties free of your body, allowing them to fall carelessly to the floor as you willingly step free, feeling utterly exposed as a delicious anxiety alights in your chest, awaiting his next move.

“Raise your skirt and hold it in place.”

Your fingers move of their own accord as the smooth tenor of his low voice washes over you, the digits plucking at the hem of your skirt as you raise it to your waist – a fresh blush staining your cheeks as you were forced to showcase your most intimate self. A traitorous dampness rapidly makes itself known between your slit as you clench your cunt around nothing while Crane gazes as your sex with a calculating expression, his milky eyes casually switching between you and the dinner table.

One hand still gripping the flesh of your outer right thigh, his other hand – the one which often housed his fear gauntlet – skimmed over the table, delicately trailing over the small variations of different foodstuffs before landing on its intended target.

An ear of corn, boiled to perfection.

To the side of the bowl sat an even smaller bowl, this one filled with seasoned butter which was intended to add a little bit of flavour, and he ignored it entirely as he brought the thick length of corn back towards your prone body.

Something wicked and shameful washed through your system as you sussed out his intent. He was going to fuck you with it and your fingers trembled against the fabric of your skirt as a full-bodied shudder skittered its way down your spine. He had fucked you with objects before, setting your strained body up for failure as you were forced to choose between impaling yourself on a rubber cock which stretched you to the point of tears or choking yourself with a thin noose, but this was different. There was no planning here. Just a showcase of his power and how willing you were to accept it.

“I think we should warm up that lovely skin before we test just how depraved you are, little mouse.”

A sharp yelp escapes your lips as he slides the length of corn against your cunt and the intense heat against your sensitive skin – the temperature of the kernels still hot despite sitting on the plate since the meal began – feels almost scalding against the delicate skin, causing your knees to knock in place even as every instinct in your body screamed at you to pull away.

Relief is quick to sweep through your tensed skin as he slid the corn away, only to then twist it and replace it a moment later – sparking a fresh cry from your lips as the heated assault resumed. Biting your lips, the tension in your thighs makes your legs tremble as you fight against the urge to step away and escape the torment.

Your eyes meet Crane’s once more and you can feel the sadistic amusement at play there as he holds the corn in place for a moment longer, daring you to complain or attempt to escape. Knuckles white against your skirt, you refuse to give in even as he tests it out a few more times, every attempt seeking out more sensitive skin as he pushes the length roughly between your slit and grinds it hard against your exposed cunt.

Your teeth gritting against the hot discomfort, only soft mewls can slip through as he ensures that every inch of your wettened cunt was ‘warmed up’ by his ministrations. The heat was only just bearable, despite being cruelly intense, and it enough that the constant movement ensured that you would not be burned while also allowing every millimetre of skin to enjoy the scalding warmth.

He adjusts the length slightly and you scream out a sharp yelp as the tip of the corn presses against your clit – the sensitive bud sending a sharp jolt of pain through your body as your knees snap together and you jerk away, unable to take it any longer.

“Please. It’s too hot.” Your words are panicked and dripping regret as disappointment that you pulled away trickles across your skin. “I can’t take it. Please, Sir.”

“You could take it and more.” Crane chastises roughly, his deadpan tone revealing nothing of the very visible arousal which is tenting his darkened slacks as his hand fully removes itself from your cunt. “And maybe one day you will so I can enjoy those panicked screams as you feel your skin burn from the inescapable heat. But for the moment, I’ll show mercy. You have 20 seconds to adjust the temperature and then it goes inside you, no matter what.”

“Thank- thank you, Sir.” You stutter out as you drop your skirt, pluck the corn from his extended fingers and move quickly to the nearby sink. Turning the tap, you test the stream for a moment before washing the corn in the cold water, ensuring that every inch was cleansed and cooled as much as possible for what you knew was coming next.

“Time.” Crane calls out firmly after his internal count ends. His gnarled fingers immediately extend out to summon you back to him and you scurry back over to his side as he pushes his chair even further free of the dinner table.

Crane pats his knee, the movement slow and mocking, as he gives you a simple, non-verbal command. It’s a command you know intimately and the immediate throb of your cunt as you realise he plans to put you over his lap is embarrassing in its earnestness. It was one of his favourite places to keep you; painting and bruising your skin to a mottled range of abuses with his hands or a ruler or whatever item he pleased as you screamed and apologised for your mistakes.

The fact that the spankings always ended with either his cock or his fingers buried deep within your aching cunt also never hurt.

You drop smoothly to take a familiar, humiliating position across his knee, careful to avoid the metallic mechanism of his knee brace as you raise your ass up high, your short skirt riding further up with every small shuffle of your frame.

His fingers push within your cunt without warning, the sudden intrusion taking your breath away as he rubs the pads of his fingers against your walls, testing how wet and prepared you were with an almost clinical fashion. Arousal, hot and shameful in its intensity, pulses within your groin and you can’t help but writhe against him as he completes his examination, feeling more like a piece of meat than a wistful lover. Your breath comes in short gasps and you can’t help but roll your hips against his fingers, encouraging him to move faster.

“Sit still.” Crane warns and the words are a shock, like freezing water dashed across your skin as you force your body still. A rumble of approval rolls through his thin frame at the instant submission and he taps two fingers against your exposed ass. “Good girl.”

In an instant, his fingers pull free, but he leaves you no time to mourn their loss as something much larger moves to press at your hole, the slightly tapered end of the corn breaching the first inch of your cunt without difficulty. Your breath is held deep within your chest, the solid feeling of his knees beneath your stomach giving you something to ground yourself to as your fingers grip at the legs of the wooden chair Crane is still lounging on.

“You’re so wet already.” Crane growls. “Have you no shame? Are you really just a whore? A little mouse who is soaked at the prospect of being fucked by something as disgusting as an ear of corn.”

Already feeling thoroughly degraded and slave to the hot arousal which is tight across your groin, you give him a pathetic nod and follow the desperate move a hasty agreement as a soft yes falls from your lips. It’s enough to satisfy him and his hand is rough against your lower back as his other hand begins to slowly force the ear of corn against your fluttering hole.

The stretch draws a low discomforting keen from your lips as you spread your legs further and try to relax around the girth of the intrusion. It’s thicker than Crane, that was for sure, and you can’t help but imagine how your poor cunt will look once he’s finished, all fucked out and raw, reddened by his little off-the-cuff punishment.

With a grunt, the widest part of the corn pops within your cunt and you muffle the cry which threatens your lips by burying your mouth against your arm. Your flesh burning around the intruder, every small kernel adds a layer of sensation that allows a very pleasant arousal to rise aside the warmth – the feeling growing more intense as Crane slowly begins to pump the corn within you, building up a slow pace.

Your knees are spread as wide as the position would allow and you squirm against his steadying hand as stunted moans and whimpers break free of your lips. The feeling of his cock, hard and heavy against your stomach, makes your mouth water as you long for the familiar taste of him in your mouth.

Crane twists the corn unexpectedly and the movement pulls at your walls as every little ridge rubs itself against your most sensitive skin, a bolt of arousal making you jerk in place and grab on to his ankle.

“Do you think you could come like this?” Crane asks, flexing his leg beneath your grip as he picks up the pace on his movements – every thrust now pushing the corn a few millimetres deeper into your stretched cunt as he forced you towards a humiliating orgasm. “A whore so pathetic that even an object like this can get her off"

Perhaps after our meal I should organise a more involved punishment to correct this abnormal behaviour.”

“Yes, sir.” You agree, shame at the rapidly growing band of tension which spilled heat across your skin making you compliant as your cunt clamped around the corn.

“Ask me to make you come like this.”

His demand was met with a sharp increase in his pace, the ridged length within your cunt now moving rapidly as it pulled at and stimulated your fluttering walls with every messy pump.

“Please fuck me.” You beg, fingers scrambling against his legs. “Fuck me with the corn like the -pathetic whore-whore I am. Make me come with it.”

Crane complies and all it takes is one particularly cruel thrust which pushes the thick length so deep within your cunt that it knocks against your cervix, the added discomfort enough to push you over the edge as you come. Toes curling within your shoes, the band of arousal snaps and your cunt spasms around the corn – a shrill, stuttering cry making you shake in place as his thumb slips around to brush sadistic circles around your engorged clit. The added stimulation drawing out your release to the point of overstimulation as your bucking frame is held in place by his firm hand pushing down against your lower back.

Eventually, your movements still as the waves of pleasure recent and your aching cunt feels disgustingly wet and hollowed out as Crane pulls the thick length of corn free with a none-too-gentle yank. It’s a move that draws a fresh grunt from you as the wicked little kernels give you one last kiss of pleasure before a sense of emptiness settles in the abandoned space.

Your earlier thoughts return as you feel the cool air brush against your hole, the slight gape there cause a fresh flush of shame to roll across your heated skin. Reddened and fucked-out.

Just as he liked.

Crane’s hand released your back and you stand on trembling legs, not quite trusting the ground to remain solid below you as you allow your skirt to fall back down. Your release trickles free of your cunt, a wet and sticky mess that feels uncomfortable against your thighs as you await his next instruction.

One of Crane’s hands is pressed against the tented bulge of his cock, teasing his own length as he observes you with a heated gaze. The fingers of his other hand move to drop the slickened ear of corn to the closest plate, the ceramic clinking quietly against the wooden table.

“Now, return to your seat and finish your meal. Our lesson will continue once you are finished.”

This fic is my first offering for this years Kinktober. The tag will be #Kinktober23 for all of the fics if you want to keep up 💖😈

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[faerytreealtars]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Your Souls Origins ‧₊˚✩彡

Hello my dear Saplings! 🌱 A new PAC today that I hope you enjoy, take a deep breath, and choose whatever images resonate with your soul and heart, Happy reading! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Today I channeled the story of the birth of your very soul, where exactly did you come from, what story has your soul been trying to tell you or remember? Hopefully, this PAC will shine some light on the answers you seek.

I would love to hear if the message you received resonated with you, so don’t feel afraid to comment, for it makes me so happy to connect with you all! 💕

Song: Soulless Creatures - Aurora

Faery-Tale: Snow White & Rose Red - "One cannot never be too fortunate when one has a soul of true kindness"

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Pile 1

[Cards: Ace of Wands, Three of Swords, Judgement + The High Priestess]

Your soul first began life within a highly evolved society - they had mastered the use of technology and energetic frequencies far beyond a lense binding them together to further heighten their awakened minds. I see in my mind a city filled with pure white towers and large crystals that jut from the earth like Icebergs that are capable of transforming the frequencies they carry into power to fuel a large city. You and your species were creative beings too and liked to combine your logical minds with your artistic hearts creating fantastical pieces. Living in a society such as this which wanted for nothing meant you spent your days in peace. You did not worry about supposed foes or close off your gates to outsiders. Everyone was a friend or ally to yet be made was the general thought among the populace. This was unfortunately your undoing, perhaps they misunderstood your peaceful ways as a slight against their power but you welcomed in another race who were filled with anger and hate they played an act until it was time to strike. It only took a day for the city to fall, all but ash left in its wake. Few were able to flee...but the numbers were few and far between. A whole race of intelligent minds and a city of wonder and knowledge were gone never to return to its state of magnificence again. This is why deep down your soul may lament a forgotten home or feel a confusing sense of homesickness.

Pile 2

[Cards: Eight of Swords, Two of Wands, King of Wands, Ten of Pentacles + The Empress]

Your soul was lost, a young being left alone in the inky darkness of the night not even the cold stars could comfort you and so you wandered on. A hunger in your heart for home until at last! You found another identical to you - who shared the same longings and the same dreams. You hung on tight to one another afraid of letting go. You journeyed together until you found a place that was as isolated and alone as you both had once been - you made it home and that home soon became a colony abundant in resources and trade. Many other souls flocked to it - some like you and some entirely unique. Together you built a society that could be inherited by other lost souls down the centuries.

Pile 3

[Cards: The Magician, The Chariot, The World, Queen of Pentacles + Ten of Pentacles]

You were the alchemists, the unfound genius of your time. Always on the go, always on the move chasing the next brightest star - you didn't want nor need a "Home" You were and always would be your own home and didn't want to feel trapped, it would only slow down your mind. Being free allowed you to see the most wonderous creations in the galaxies - Your independent streak never faded & it only benefitted you as you communed with the mighty showing off your skill and knowledge & gaining recognition & reward! Not you fully cared for the material as you never stayed too long in one place to fully enjoy - running off and jumping down the next rabbit hole. All in all Your soul was happy and it was free.

Once again I thank all of you and your spirit teams, most importantly your higher self/Soul for allowing me to divine and tell your story, all of you had such beautiful if a little bittersweet tales to tell.

Remember that this is a general reading though! Not all may apply to you so go with sentences that make your intuition feel something and try to piece together the missing pieces yourself, if you can!

~Much Love, Fae ♡

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[ddarker-dreams]

Lock, what DO you love and like so much about Dostoevsky's work? I don't think you've ever talked about that. Please, I want to know !!!

^o^

(christianity mention jump scare below proceed with caution)

i thought this would be an easy to answer but figuring out how to put my feelings into words proved difficult .

the beginning is always a good place to start, so let's go with that. by chance, i happened upon this video on youtube and gave it a watch. about halfway in i decided i had to read notes from underground for myself. i struggled to understand what the narrator was trying to get across. the unique writing style, where the reader is addressed directly, as if in challenge, helped me preserve.

i think part of what makes his work special to me is his depiction of people. and they really do feel like people more than characters, even if some of their characteristics are unique to the era dostoevsky wrote in. everything else about them transcends time. i can see myself in some of them. whether it be the titular idiot, prince myshkin in his naivety; alyosha, who goes from devout to doubting; and ivan, whose bitterness toward religion masks his disappointment at the state of the world. 

that's why the brothers karamazov touched me in particular. for some context, i grew up in a christian household and was heavily involved in the church (american northeast white baptist strand of church). around when i was 11 or so, the introduction of left-wing politics through social media had me undergo a looooong identity crisis. these new ideas felt at odds with what i'd spent my entire life believing. what i grappled with the most relates to ivan's anecdote, the grand inquisitor, where the goodness of god is called into question. the bitterness, the disappointment from crushed expectations, all those sensations resonated strongly with me. reading it as an adult who (supposedly) 'healed' from that time period in my life was like opening pandora's box. i'd never seen my thoughts and struggles so accurately described, or treated with more than a 'his ways are higher than our ways' type platitude. i stuffed these concerns of mine away because they only ever served to make me feel worse.

i won't delve deep into the Depressing Lore. the only reason i mention it is to stress how profound an impact the work had on me. throughout the remainder of TBK (and in most of dostoevsky's discography), the best and worst of humanity is shown. our hypocritical nature, capacity for evil; nothing is shied away from or made more palatable. and yet, throughout it all, our potential for good is shown too. whether it be in the little acts or monumental self-sacrifice. sometimes those acts are honored, or ‘worth it,’ sometimes they aren’t. it’s cheesy but whatever i’ll say it — choosing to love and serve others is my greatest joy. i don’t really need a definitive answer to those problems i struggled with. that’s the takeaway i’ve had from his work. it might not seem like a big deal, but not feeling guilty for having certain doubts or anxious over those doubts never fully being resolved was. very significant for me. and healing (for real this time). 

so that’s the sentimental perspective GJSDLKFJS from my writer’s perspective, i can only describe him as brilliant. his grasp on the human psyche is incredible. he can accurately describe so many emotions, worldviews, and give the context necessary for each one to feel organic and real. it’s vivid, too, in a way i can’t properly get across. everyone’s unfiltered and messy. characters contradict themselves in the same sentence. they’ll murmur, go off on tangents, tell stories, misquote the bible (or many other significant works), and just be overall disasters. aka how people actually are. 

the man’s also funny as hell. the protagonist from crime and punishment has a mental breakdown spanning multiple pages over a sock. yes, there’s context, but that’s still the gist of things. then there’s the issue of the hedgehog in the idiot. hedgehog drama. 

ultimately, his work is so very human. there’s commentary on issues that are prevalent to this day, multiple centuries later. the topics he touches on tend to align with what i care about most. whether i agree or disagree with what i’m reading, there’s always something i glean from it. something meaningful that sits with me long after i close the book. i’ll mull over it and bother people in my vicinity until they mull over it too. no one is safe. whether it be a co-worker or my dad who drives noticeably faster to reach our destination and be free of my many questions.

i could keep going but this ended up being long enough GJSKDF i hope at least something here makes sense?>?? i apologize for the incoherent ramblings. it's what the dude does to me.

#dostoevsky fanclub #answered #Anonymous

[satorubrain]

Uh hello can you make a classic cuddling with headpats and comforting drunk crying gojo anddd ruffling his hair while he mumble his problems out and "gojo" and "fem reader" end up playing videogames and laughing while tickle fighting or something you have the option of the ending, but fluffy make it the fluffiest fluff u can :D and thanks

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: Fluff!!!!!!!

A/N: I LOVE PAMPERING SATORU SO MUCH

"Oh?" Satoru mumbles to himself, confused, after opening the leftover tiffin just to find out you've hidden away chocolates from him. He's dumbfounded, you've never hidden away any sweets from him so why now? Hurt and baffled, he pops multiple pieces of the chocolate into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the chocolates, enjoying the taste of it as it melts down and he gulps it down. Before he knows, he's already the entire box in a couple of minutes.

Satisfied with his decision, he decides to finally confront you about your horrible secrecy.

"Oh." This time he realizes why you hid the chocolates away as his balance falters, causing him to sit on the ground. No wonder the chocolates tasted a bit different too. They were alcohol infused chocolates.

Nothing would've ever prepared you for the sight of your boyfriend sitting on the floor in the middle of the kitchen, fully crying.

"SATORU??!" You scream in horror as you rush to him before dropping to your knees, gently wiping his tears away. "H-hey, what's wrong?" you inquire with a crack in your voice. You feel your heart breaking and torn into shreds as Satoru pulls you into a tight hug, fully sobbing.

"I lo-ve y-you sho much" he cries out. "so please don' hi-de things from me and don' get angy. N-no matter how much i tr-oubl youuu" he hiccups, still sobbing, seeking any form of comfort from you.

Seeing the empty box on the ground beside the open fridge is enough evidence to tell you the story. The raging heartbeat and the sickening feeling in your stomach are slowly dissipating but it won't fully go away till your beloved has calmed down.

You pat his back, trying to comfort him "Don't worry Satoru, I'm right here aren't I?" you assure him, freeing yourself from his grip before cupping his cheeks and giving him a gentle kiss. "and I'm always going to love you, okay?"

Satoru nods, still frowning slightly as his sobs calm down before he raises his hand, stretching out his little finger "promish?"

You tear up at his adorable actions and you're sure your heart is going to combust if he gets any cuter. Giggling you raise your pinkie before intertwining with his "Promise!" you pledge, eternally committing to him.

"Now, my big baby, let's sit in a much more comfortable place?" You inform him as you pick both of you up. Him putting his weight on you while wrapping his arms around your waist, causing you to skip your steps eliciting soft giggles from him.

You help him to your shared bedroom before gently putting him down but he decides to drag you with him, pinning you under him. Placing sloppy kisses on your neck, rather tickling you.

Seeming satisfied with your laugh thanks to his mischievous behavior, he soon falls asleep on top of you trapping you both in an extremely uncomfortable position.

Honestly, the roller coaster of the ride he went through in less than half an hour doesn't even faze you. Fully knowing how his brain works in his own mysterious ways and at his unique pace.

Nor are you surprised when he gives you a little ring which perfectly fits in your pinkie. After all there's absolutely no way he'll ever forget any moment spent with you no matter how intoxicated he might be.

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[that-ari-blogger]

Light In The Owl House

Across history, stories have correlated light with good and darkness with evil. This has probably stemmed from the primal fear of the dark and the unseen creatures that lurk in the night. But the concept has warped and changed over time, for better or for worse.

Enter the Owl House, which plays the whole light motif pretty straight. Or does it? The Intruder delves into the concept and lays out how the series will use the motif going forwards.

Let me explain.

So, this episode is about worldbuilding, specifically about explaining the magic system. You could go into the technicalities of this, Brandon Sanderson has three rules to use for writing magic that are mostly useable. But the owl house handwaves this and focuses on the thematic of it.

I believe that every element of a story has an effect on it, and you can usually tell this with the main elements of a story by asking a simple question. Why is it in the story? Why does Luz learn magic and not how to be a warrior or some other kind of hero? The magic here is vital for the symbolism and meaning it provides.

"Why do you want to learn magic so bad, anyway?" "I was a nobody back home. But becoming a witch is my chance to be someone. Do you know what it's like to have no one take you seriously?"

Magic is freedom to express yourself however you want, and this episode is about Luz learning to express herself in a way that is different, but just as valid as everyone else.

Anyway, why light? Well, let's examine how light is used in this episode, because it is very deliberate.

First up, there is the setting. Ten minutes in, the lights in the Owl House go dim, casting everything in shadows and shards of light. Everything is distorted or unclear.

Even the colour of the light factors in, when Eda is revealed, she is backlit by this sickly green light, recalling a stereotypical witch's cauldron to drive home the point about the curse.

But, Light comes up in other ways too. The lightning is a signifier of the storm outside, but that is warded off by a glowing shield, cast in a spell resembling a ball of light, showing how light both scares and protects.

Luz also uses the light on her phone to see. Light reveals, and if you didn't catch it, that's another theme here.

This episode keeps coming back to revelations. First impressions are never accurate. From the rain turning out to be dangerous, to the Snaggleback being so disappointing, to the label on the potion. This keeps coming up.

The episode is also full of people intentionally concealing things. Eda conceals her curse from the others and band aids keep getting used to conceal wounds. There is even a joke early on in which Eda pulls King's hat over his eyes, in reaction to which, he shout's "Ah! Darkness!" But here is the thing with these, nothing ever gets hidden fully. The band aids only add colour to injuries, they don't cover them entirely, and the Owl Beast Curse is an issue throughout the episode and for the rest of the series.

There is another source of light in this episode. And it's the Owl Beast's eyes. The creature is bathed in shadow for most of the episode, except for its eyes, which glow like beacons.

So, what conclusion does this lead to? What is the point of the light?

I have already mentioned in a different post how the Owl House examines naivety and willful ignorance, and I think this ties into that quite nicely. Light reveals, and shadow conceals. Shining a light on Eda allows her to open up about her curse and temporarily defeats the monster, where the shadows keep it hidden and terrifying.

Light also symbolizes magic, and Luz's determination. it signifies her succeeding in her own, unique way. And here's an interesting link to that. In their video Names In The Owl House: A Breakdown And Analysis, @idlescree presents the meaning of Luz's name.

"The name Luz translates to light in spanish... No-ceda can be taken informally to mean do not yield, or do not give in. Combined, the name Luz Noceda literally means Light, Do Not Give In."

The video linked is incredible, it goes into a ton of the names in the Owl House, so I highly recommend you check it out if you haven't already. But I would like to focus on this little segment.

If we have associated light with expression and uniqueness, as well as the revelation of the truth, Luz's name is an extension of this concept. The protagonist's name is the thesis of the story. Never stop being you, never stop seeking answers, never stop shining.

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[letstalktea]

Content: amab!Harper x herm!pc, dubcon, Hypnosis (pc thinks they're a dog), pet play, tail plug

Note: This was supposed to be longer. There was supposed to be a second part, but I ran out of steam. After restarting this fic multiple times over the course of a few months, i dont have the energy to keep going when the brain is fried. Please accept what I have. 🙏

Word Count: 2.5k

Harper's home was nothing notable. It wasn't clean but it wasn't dirty, not big or small, nowhere that would stand out. It was comfortable for a single person and little else, which was more than enough for him. The entryway had an air of loneliness about it. He spent so little time in his own residence due to overworking that the rooms didn't even smell of him. If anything, the entire place smelled like pine from the last time he'd hired a cleaner to ensure dust hadn't gathered. That was weeks ago though. It was probably time he called someone else to dust and clean it again.

He sighed as he dropped his things in front of the door in an organized pile so he'd remember to grab them on his way out tomorrow. Then, having left his profession at the door, he stepped into the house proper and made his way toward the living room.

As soon as he stepped on the one floorboard that always squeaked louder than all the others, he could hear the sound of nails scraping against hard plastic along with excited barking and yipping. 

It was nice to be greeted when he got home for once. He hadn't realized just how pleasant it would be to keep a dog around until he'd brought one home.

“Shh,” he called softly as he stepped into the living room where a large cage inhabited not by a canine but a fully grown human sat. “You'll bother the neighbors.”

The barking turned into whining, but they quieted down almost immediately.

Harper lifted his fingers to the cage door, allowing them to sniff at all of the scents he'd picked up throughout the day. As soon as they recognized his unique smell, they began to timidly lick his hand.

“Good puppy.”

No one would care if an orphan, especially a bratty one that skipped classes and got into fights, went missing. In fact, it had become commonplace for them to disappear without a word and reappear just as suddenly all the worse for wear. Usually, he wouldn't care – shouldn't care – about what his patients got up to in their private time, but it was clear that their physical and mental health was starting to decline. Whenever they returned, they were half mad and rambling about one thing or another; wolves and hunters in the forest, massive birds descending upon them in the moors, specters in the lake – he took note of that last one. It was clear to Harper that his patient was suffering from delusions and traditional therapy would do little to help them – he'd tried, but a padded cell did little to comfort them. 

“Have you considered that you may simply be under an increased amount of stress and that's why you're making up these stories?” 

He had said it so casually and confidently that they almost believed every word out of his mouth despite their own experience. 

“I recommend some more therapy. One that will allow you to relax.”

His words were soothing as they wormed their way into their mind.

“Perhaps a form of role play where you won't be required to think or worry about a thing. It will be like an extended vacation.”

Everything started to fade around them as if their brain had simply stopped processing stimuli.

“It would be rather liberating to live without all the pressures of society or such an active imagination.”

It did sound nice…

“Pets, for example. Pets don't have to worry about anything other than being loved and cared for.”

A pet…

“You would make a good dog. You are a dog.”

They were only a dog…

That wasn't right! They tried to shake his words out of their head and recall themselves before he buried their ego somewhere they couldn't read ch it anymore, but their humanity was already slipping under the fog of his words. It was too late for them to deny that his words were their truth.

“I'll see to you personally to ensure you receive the best care.”

Now Harper was kneeling in front of the cage where he kept them and fiddled with the padlock that kept the door closed – for their safety of course. They obediently sat inside and watched as he turned the dial, wagging their back side so aggressively that the tail shoved into their ass flopped back and forth excitedly. As soon as he managed to finally release the lock and open the cage, they bounded out, jumping on top of him and licking at his face. Despite their poor behavior, he rubbed their head and watched with delight as they leaned into his scratches. 

While they sought his affection, he  took the opportunity to let his gaze rake over their body. As a dog, they didn’t need clothing – save for their collar and tags – so their breasts were on full display and bouncing whichever way gravity and physics pleased. They were magnificent to watch. Almost as magnificent as their soft cock that was inadvertently rubbing against his slowly growing erection through his slacks.

He chose to ignore it.

“Were you good while I was out?” He didn't expect an answer from a dog, but he liked to pretend they understood him.

The way they looked at him almost made it seem like they understood the question for a brief moment, but then they leaped off of him and went running down the hall on all fours.

Harper could hear them whining as they began to paw at the front door.

He sighed and groaned as he picked himself up from the floor, feeling the day's aches and pains in his bones as he moved. 

Keeping a dog was not for those who wanted to spend their free time relaxing, since they needed far more attention and stimulation than something like a cat. He liked his puppy though. Specifically, he liked the way they depended on him and sought his approval and affection. He liked the way their expression dropped if he was ever upset with them. He would like it if they were more obedient and less willful though. They were still in the stages where basic training was needed, hence the cage to keep them from causing mischief while he was out.

However, being kept in a cage for so long meant they had needs that hadn't yet been seen to. That's why, as he walked up to them, he wasn't surprised to find them shifting back and forth in front of the door.

“Sit,” he commanded and they listened so he could latch a leash onto the collar around their neck.

As soon as he opened the door to let them out, they began to dash ahead. The leach pulled taut and forced them to stay within a certain proximity to him, however. Harper was in no rush to let them get their way and took his time to lock the front door behind him, purposefully ignoring their whimpering and whining and begging until he was ready to move.

“Come.”

He ordered them to his side and they reluctantly did, their knees and palms scraping against the hard ground as they dragged them defiantly. Clearly they needed some more reinforcement when it came to walking beside him, but they were getting better about knowing their place. That did not change the fact that they tried to bound ahead every now and again or they blood that was clearly rushing through them as they attempted to run. It didn’t change that they were exposed and exposure, as he had taught them when they were still merely a willful patient, meant they should be excited; an excitement that made itself obvious in the way they became erect as they walked on all fours and would, occasionally, stop at his feet and look up at him pleadingly, which he promptly ignored.

He walked calmly down the street, carefully keeping them at his side and gently pulling on their collar every time they ran too far ahead or tried to act up. He ignored the rest of his neighbors that were also out. They were going about their day the same as him and required no further attention. None of them seemed to be paying any mind to his dog. From a distance, perhaps they couldn’t tell the difference between a dog person and a real human who thought they were a dog. Or maybe they were playing along just much as he was so they could enjoy the beautiful body on display before them. It was enchanting to watch them trot alongside him with their tail swaying behind them, their dick, pussy, and tits on full display for any who cared to look.

However, that consideration was not given by all people. Dogs were, after all, beloved by many and it was perfectly normal for someone to want to interact with them. That’s why he didn’t think much of it when a woman – one he vaguely recognized as his one of his neighbors and more readily recognized as a different patient – came up to him with her eyes transfixed on his pup.

“Is that your dog? Can I pet them?” The woman leaned in close, reaching out her hand before Harper could answer.

He didn't have the opportunity to give one either as his dog leaned forward. He expected them to sniff at her hand, but instead they opened their mouth and ran their tongue around her fingers. They sealed their lips around her digits and sucked at each one without concern for the depraved, sloppy sounds they made.

Unbeknownst to her, or maybe she was aware and didn’t care, Harper could see two small puddles forming just below where they sat; one from the juices dripping out of their cunt and the other from the beads of cum leaking from their cock. It was expected that a dog so free of inhibitions would become aroused if given the proper stimuli. He did not fault them for what was a natural reaction.

He also could not fault them when their less than innocent licking led them to jump onto the woman, grabbing onto the arm that had been outstretched for them to hold themselves up as they pressed against her, and began to frantically hump her leg. Perhaps if she had waited for a response, he would have warned her that his dog was easily excitable and that petting them wasn’t a good idea. As things stood, however, she had pressed forward without their owner’s approval and was currently dealing with the consequences of that action. Of course, he could always yank at their leash to warn them to behave themselves, but he would not fault his puppy for doing what came naturally. If anything, he was rather proud of the progress they’d made to distance themselves from any notion of the societal norms they’d once followed.

Plus, he couldn’t pretend that he didn’t enjoy the sight of their hard cock rubbing against her, leaving stains in the cloth wherever their leaking slit touched. Nor could he deny that he enjoyed the way their tongue rolled out of their mouth as they ignored the way the woman yelled for them to get off of her. If only they had run into a more accommodating neighbor, he would have allowed the scene to go on for longer. Alas, not everyone was ready for such liberation.

He pulled back harshly on their collar.

They yelped as they were sent tumbling backward and off the woman, looking up at Harper with a mixture of questioning, betrayal, and apology once they regained their footing and trotted over to his side.

“I apologize, Ma’am,” Harper said with his most professional voice. “They’re only a puppy, so I’m still teaching them not to jump on others.”

She looked like she wanted to argue, but a small part of her must have either not been in the mood for confrontation or had realized that she was in the wrong. Instead, she merely brushed at her pants, doing little in the way of removing the stains now embedded in the fabric, and huffed. “See that you do.”

“Thank you for your understanding.” 

He smiled outwardly, but made a mental note of how flustered she appeared to be – surely the first sign that she was more of a degenerate than she allowed herself to let on. Perhaps someday she would change her mind and allow herself to indulge in such depravities as being mounted in public. She certainly didn’t seem appalled by his dog’s presence based on the way her eyes lingered on their nakedness even after they had settled next to him.

He didn’t give much attention to such speculations after she stormed off though. Instead, he was fully focused on his bratty puppy – just as much of a brat as they’d been when human. Although, he wasn’t upset with them. Instead, he reached down to pet the top of their head.

He’d always told them to enjoy it when people looked at them and to want to do naughty things, but they had never listened to him the way he wanted them to. Now that they were merely a dog, it appeared whatever barrier had been holding them back seemingly vanished.

“Good puppy, but I think she would rather have mounted you.” At least, that was his guess based on how she still stared at them despite her apparent anger. “We should go home so I can teach you that trick.”

Harper wasn’t sure how much of their humanity was left in that head of theirs, especially when it came to understanding the words coming out of his mouth, but they seemed to understand his tone at the very least and he was anything but upset with them. That seemed to be enough to change their subservient pout into excited barking. They got onto their hands and knees and happily ran back toward the direction they had come from, stopping only once the leash went tight to wait for him to catch up.

Normally, it was that sort of behavior that he would discourage since he was supposed to be the one in charge but he was as eager to get home as they were, so he decided to ignore it this time. He simply couldn’t ignore that watching them had made him grow hard in his pants or that their sweet little cunt and bouncing cock weren’t continuing to tempt him. When they got home, he would gladly teach them what it meant to present themselves and beg to be touched rather than mindlessly humping whoever they wished.

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