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cranberrymoons · 5 months

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hey sweetheart

prompt: meetcute at work (@steddieholidaydrabbles) rated: e (18+) word count: 896 words tags: modern au, line cook eddie/waiter steve, hooking up

welcome to Day 4 of the fic advent calendar – bite-sized fics posting every day during the month of december. enjoy!

Steve is halfway through his first week when he meets him: the line cook with the long hair pulled back in a bun, the stark black lines of tattoos snaking up his arms, the flirty little smile that he flashes in Steve’s direction when Steve comes back to pick up Table 6’s starters.

It’s a hell of a time to start a job in the first place: mid-holiday season, no one around to train him except Robin who’s only worked there a couple weeks longer than he has and knows next to nothing about The Way Things Work.

But she’s Robin, and she’s familiar, and she knows him well enough to warn him to avoid the flirty long-haired line cook with the big brown eyes and the dimples and the million watt smile directed right at him and –

Fuck.

“Sweetheart, you rang in Table Twelve wrong,” the guy says, leaning forward over the pass with a ticket in his hand. “This says no onions, but the special isn’t made with onions.”

Steve stares at him as he loads Table Six’s plates onto a tray. He resists the urge to roll his eyes, but only barely.

“My name isn’t Sweetheart,” he says eventually. “And so – just extra don’t put onions on it. Who cares?”

The cook raises his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side. “Thought it sounded nicer than ‘hey new guy’, but if you’d prefer that –”

“Steve,” he says. He shoulders his tray. “My name is Steve.”

The cook gives him a little smile, eyes flashing in the bright fluorescents of the kitchen.

“Alright, Sweetheart.” He tilts his chin up. “Extra no onions for Table Twelve, and you can call me Eddie.”

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It continues on like that for a week or two: Eddie flirting, finding any excuse to ask a question about his ticket.

Steve knows what he’s doing; he’s worked in restaurants before, and he’s fucked enough hot line cooks in his time that he should know better than to fall into the trap, but still, he finds himself drawn in, entertaining Eddie’s endless teasing and prodding and poking until he starts doing it back – little digs about his shift meal, questions about a menu item that he already knows the answer to.

“Dude,” Robin says, halfway through his first month.

It’s rounding up on Christmas, and the place is packed, corporate groups out for holiday parties and couples on dates.

“If you don’t stop flirting, I’m going to cut your fucking dick off,” she says. “Seriously.”

And – okay. That’s fair.

Steve pulls himself away from where he’d been leaning over the pass, asking Eddie a question about the catch of the day that he’s already asked three times tonight. Clears his throat and straightens up. He tugs his tie back into place, claims the braised oxtail that’s destined for Table Two and clears his throat.

“Sorry.”

Eddie sends him a wink, and Steve feels himself flush.

“Please tell me you’re not going to fuck him,” Robin says as they exit the kitchen.

Steve sighs. “I’m not going to fuck him.”

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And of course, he’s lying through his teeth.

The very next night, they’re both off work, and he gets a text from an unfamiliar number, just –

hey sweetheart

Steve flushes as he stares down at his phone, scratching a hand back through his hair. He takes a breath.

Wonder who this could be , he texts back.

All he gets in response is a simple,

😇

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Two hours later, he’s flat on his back in Eddie’s bed, clinging to his shoulders and whining as Eddie fucks him so hard he loses his breath, so hard he feels like his brain is rattling around in his skull. He digs his teeth into Eddie’s skin, ankles locked around his back and not even bothering to hold back the noises that Eddie’s punching out of his chest, just –

“Fuck,” he gasps, voice coming high in the back of his throat. “Holy shit, I –”

Eddie’s mouth runs up the column of his neck, hands trailing over his skin, nails dragging sharp lines down his sides.

“You going to come for me, sweetheart?” he asks, voice low in his ear. “Show me how pretty you can be?”

And that’s – for some reason that sets Steve off, turns his skin over to fire as he grips tighter to Eddie’s shoulders, nails digging in, back arching off the bed, coming so hard he sees stars.

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And then later, when they’re both fucked out and exhausted and Steve is preparing to take his cue to gather his clothes and make a graceful exit, he feels Eddie’s mouth skimming up the side of his neck, hand tangling in his hair, dragging him into another kiss.

A real one, with teeth and tongue and lips, a kiss that isn’t intended to go anywhere other than just to be , and his breath catches a little in his chest, hand skittering over Eddie’s back as he rolls over on top of him.

“Stay?” Eddie asks, voice quiet and hopeful and muffled where their mouths are still pressed together. He smiles, lips quirking up and drawing Steve along with him. “You know I know how to make breakfast.”

And Steve breathes out a quiet laugh, bumping their noses together. He sighs.

“As long as there’s bacon.”

[also on ao3]

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddieholidaydrabbles #my fic

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catsfor2 · 1 year

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hit me, part 1.5 (bonussss!)

wc: 1.5k, largely unedited warnings: swearing/language, very very light talk of smut, drug use (alcohol) a/n: hi everyone. the feedback on part one made me so so happy that i wanted to drop this for ya'll. i hope u like it ;) tags: @elliewilliamsmunch@intrnetdoll@me-and-your-husband@3zae-zae3@milahnoz@elliescumm

For context, this chapter takes place 4 years before part one, or where *reader is 16 and Ellie is 19*.This part is simply to explore an interesting friendship dynamic, teenage sexuality, and some backstory to Ellie + reader.

*I do not condone underage relationships and there will be no insinuations, assumptions, or even words that would suggest Ellie being romantically interested in reader at this point considering their age gap.*

I know this makes it sound super serious but i PROMISE YOU its not. i had to put in a disclaimer simply for respect and safety reasons. enjoy!

-j

part 1

"'Natty Light'? What the hell is that?"

"It's beer," Ellie reassures you. "it's what the college folk drink. Want some?" She says, offering out the can in her hand.

"I think I'll wait until I become...college folk." You remark, unsure.

Ellie liked being around you. When your dumbass boyfriend wasn't trying drown you with his spit every six minutes. God, he's such a dick. Ellie couldn't wait for you to grow up and see the scum of the world without youth clouding your eyes. Scum not just including your boyfriend, obviously, but mainly him.

You sit on Ellie's bed, flipping your phone back and forth between your hands like you'd been doing the entire hour you've been here.

Ellie knew what that meant. It meant that he hadn't responded for a couple days, and you're just starting to get anxious about it.

Fucking. Dick.

"What do you do in college?" You ponder.

"Fuck girls, get high, get drunk, and maybe learn. Not sure." Ellie says mindlessly. She didn't see the point in college. Thought it was a waste of time and energy. She also didn't have the money to attend.

"Or at least, that's what I would do." Ellie finishes, snatching your phone from your hands.

She chugs around half of the can after she finishes talking, topping it off with a burp.

"Give it back, Ellie." You demand.

"Why? If he hasn't texted in four days he's not gonna start now."

Ellie regretted saying that almost immediately. Sometimes you seemed so...grown up. It was hard to censor herself around you. Especially when it's something she's been trying to tell you forever.

She sees your face fall, head turn swiftly towards her window. You liked how she had a bunch of sketches up there, and when the sun shined through it you'd always say it 'looked like all of her drawings were glowing'. Ellie smiled so hard when you'd said that. One million watts for sure.

Some of them were of her current girlfriend. Some of them of her ex-girlfriends. Some of them of Dina. All you really wanted was to see yourself up there.

You were too nervous around Ellie to ask her to do anything like that. Like drawing you.

"Y'know he wasn't that way in the beginning. I used to really...like him, I think." You mutter, still facing the window.

Ellie scoffs.

"You think?"

"I'm being serious, Ellie. It's like you don't listen to me cause you think you know everything. You're not even that much older than me."

"Oh yeah? What's a condom?" She asks, eyeing you.

You don't even say anything.

"So is that because you don't know? Or--"

"Shut the fuck up. Give me my phone back already." You huff, frustrated.

"Oooh shes swearing now?" Ellie teases. She watches as your face gets all pink as you get more irritated. You cross your arms hastily. It was fun to make you mad, Ellie thought.

"You should break up with Cat."

Uh, what?

"I'm sorry?" Ellie questions, less upbeat than she was a moment ago.

"I'm tired of you nagging me about my boyfriend. Cat's not very much better than he is. In my opinion."

"Christ, you sound like Joel," Ellie spits.

If there's one thing Ellie never expected from you, it was this. You usually never breached the subject of Ellie's love life. Ellie didn't mind not talking about it, she knew you weren't homophobic or anything. She just thought, honestly, that you were disinterested. So she never really...brings Cat up.

"If you can talk about my boyfriend than I can talk about Cat. It's...fair."

"It's fucking different. You don't get it."

"Why?! You always say that," You retort, sitting up a little taller on the bed. "Just—just because I'm dating a guy and you're dating a girl?"

"Yes. Literally, yes. It's fuckin' different, I don't know what else to say." Ellie remarks, throwing the can she emptied minutes ago onto the floor. She grabs a new can from the pack, cracking it open on the spot.

"Tell me, then." You say. "Tell me how it's different."

"Well, first of all, no dicks—"

"Ellie."

She huffs out a big sigh before starting again.

"I don't even—" She burps.

"I don't even know why you wanna know. And like, right now, of all times."

When Ellie asks you that, you freeze. Obviously, noticeably, freeze. Because, well, you didn't even know why you wanted to know. You just did.

"I—I just wanna know more about you, I guess." You stutter out.

Ellie's eyes narrow. Are you...nervous?

"I know he's not a good boyfriend. I know that, Ellie. You think I'm stupid and I'm not. But I can't break up with him."

Ellie still feels like that's total bull.

"Why not."

"I just can't! It's like—it feels, like, safer, to be with him."

"That guy is anything but fucking safe—"

"You know what I mean." You say quietly.

"No, I don't." Ellie says, trying to look into your eyes.

Your head was faced downward toward the bed. Ellie practically screamed through her thoughts. You couldn't even look at her. Had she been too mean to you? In Ellie's mind, it always feels lighthearted. She didn't always take the time to make sure other people took it that way.

Finally, you look up, meeting Ellie's eyes.

"You...don't? You don’t get what I mean?”

"No, y/n. I have zero fuckin' clue. Am I...supposed to?" She questions, clearly starting to get confused.

Safe? Safe? It feels safer?! Ellie was fucking lost.

How could being with that piece of shit feel any safer than being fucking alone?

"I—y'know what, nevermind. It's dumb. I don't even know what I mean. I just thought that you would get it—for some reason. It's stupid. Sorry." You mumble out, trying to forget whatever miniscule things you were telling her.

"Don't say sorry, you didn't even fuckin' do anything," Ellie quips. "Why me?"

"I don't know. I just...thought of...you." You trail off, rubbing at your shoulders.

Yeah, whatever you were talking about? It made you really fucking nervous.

"Hmm..." Ellie hums, hopping off of the bed and beginning to rummage through a desk drawer. "Here."

"...What."

"Would you like to hear the story of my first gay crush?" She grins, knowing absolutely that you'll want to hear.

She hops back onto the bed, sitting a little closer to you.

Ellie knew she was a good storyteller, but you were by far her best listener. It's endearing, how engaged you get. Never even daring to take a glance anywhere but at Ellie.

"So her name was Riley. And I was...youngish, but—I knew for sure that my feelings were...gay feelings, y'know?"

"Well how'd you know?" You ask bluntly.

"Well I wanted to like, hold her hand? And stuff? I wanted to...to take her places. Like, cool places I found outside, and like, dumb little lookout points. I'd draw her tiny pictures of things she liked. Write stupid little notes and shit. I would make her...bracelets and, things she could wear. Stuff that didn't really cost anything. I don't know...I just kinda...knew."

You don't respond. Your eyes are glossy, barely gazing at Ellie.

"Y/N, you good?" Ellie laughs, grabbing your shoulder and shaking it a bit to get your attention.

"Yeah! I'm fine, sorry. Got in my head a little."

"Right, right, wanna see somethin' stupid?" She says, awaiting your response.

"Sure."

She picks up the item she was rummaging for a minute ago. It's a post it note.

"Oh! Can I read it?" You beg, excited to see the parts of Ellie's life you're so unfamiliar with.

"Hah, yeah, go for it. I promise you it's...underwhelming." She hands you the blue paper, drawing side down.

You begin to read.

"You are the prettiest girl I've ever seen. I drew you a penguin wearing a hat that says, 'you are the prettiest…princess…ever'. Best wishes, Ellie." You smile without meaning to.

You give her the post-it note back.

"I wish I got notes like this. Do guys...do that?" You ask.

"Um, maybe some? I wouldn't know." Ellie admits.

She wanted to say no, y/n, no guy will do that until you get married, probably, because that was the truth. However, seeing how happy you were at somebody else's love note, she didn't have the heart to say it. Ellie didn't mind letting you be sheltered a little longer if it made you happy.

Before the two of you could say anything else, a phone chimes.

Your phone.

It's him.

"Oh thank god. Ellie, I have to call him. Can I call him? I'll be back in a second I swear," You ramble, basically sprinting out the door to talk to the meathead in your phone.

Fuck.

One day you'll grow up. Ellie knows this. She sees how you change every day. It still makes her feel funny to see you so...dishonest with yourself.

The day you break up with that dick is the day I fucking win, Ellie thinks.

And that day occurred exactly a week later.

After Ellie had already left.

#ellie fic #ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x reader #lesbian #tlou #tlou part 2 #tlou fic #catsfor2

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wooahaeproductions · 5 months

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Beneath Your Perfect

Lee Seokmin (Dokyeom) x Female Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut, comfort

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Seokmin being hard on himself, crying, oral (both male and female receiving), and a cum facial.

A/N: Despite Seok being one of my main svt biases, I haven’t written for him much. It was time! Hope you guys like it. 😘 ~Bee

Also I am deciding to be a menace and tag @wongyuseokie @the-boy-meets-evil @horanghater 😇

You laid in bed waiting for your boyfriend. He was coming home later than usual from practice tonight. You tossed and turned for a while before finally hearing the sound of the front door opening, indicating he was back. You waited before you heard him open the bedroom and softly said, “You’re back”.

“I’m back,” Seokmin said, letting the door click shut as he leaned back against it.

You turned over to look at him and asked, “How was practice?”

He answered that it was fine, and while he showed you his signature one hundred-watt smile, his eyes crinkling in the corners, you sensed something was off in his tone.

“Seokmin, tell me what’s wrong,” you prompted. His eyes glossed over a little and his chin wobbled slightly before his facade broke. He gave an uneasy laugh. Despite trying his best, he knew he couldn’t hide his feelings from you.

“I just…our comeback is coming up soon and I couldn’t get anything right tonight,” he blurted, his voice breaking at the end of his sentence. You sat up in bed, scooting up a little so your back rested against the bed frame. You didn’t say anything in response and just held your arms out for him to come to you.

Seokmin swiftly crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, letting himself fall into your arms. He let out a sob and you ran your fingers gently through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Shh..” you soothed, pressing a light kiss to his temple.

You held him as he cried, wanting nothing more than to let him know how amazing he already was. You knew he was hard on himself, always striving for his version of perfection when it was absolutely more than enough. You were so lucky to see the sweetest, kindest, and vulnerable man beneath that perfect.

You weren’t sure how long you held him in your arms but you had migrated further down in the bed, laying under the covers once again. His head rested against your chest as your thumbs brushed away the moisture left on his cheeks. Eyes closed, he nestled his face into your hand and kissed your palm.

“Thank you for always being here for me,” he said, opening his eyes and looking at you with affection.

“Seokmin, I love you and all the different sides that make you who you are,” you stated. He moved up from his position on your chest and his lips met yours. Your lips molded together as he conveyed just how much he loved you too.

The two of you engaged in a slow, sweet make-out session and Seokmin’s hands moved to thread through your hair. Then they moved to the small of your back and finally under the covers to find your thighs, bare from wearing your pajama shorts. Normally you might have questioned Seomin’s motives but, sometimes comfort sex was what a person needed. So, you let him continue as he hooked his finger on the edge of your shorts, pulling them down underneath the blankets.

You didn’t have underwear under your pajamas, so your core was left bare under the covers. Seokmin had left your side for a moment to strip off his clothes and he joined you under the soft blankets a few seconds later. His hands resumed roaming your skin, brushing lightly and moving further down your body, creating pleasurable goosebumps. You could feel the pads against your inner thighs and you let out a small gasp.

Before you let him continue you put your hand over his to pause it and asked, “Are you sure? I feel like I should be doing something for you instead of letting you pleasure me.”

He gave a gentle smile and said, “And that makes me happy too. So, please, let me.” You sighed. You always gave in to him. You removed your hand from stopping his and he brought one of his long fingers upwards, just barely sliding it between your folds. You gasped again, louder this time. Seokmin rubbed your clit between his thumb and finger, smirking because he knew how wet you were becoming.

Finally, his head disappeared underneath the blankets and you felt his warm mouth on you. His tongue was now replacing his fingers, sucking your bud and licking inside your core. Your moans were starting and Seokmin chuckled against you, sending a jolt straight to the pit of your stomach. As he kept sucking and licking, the coil started tightening.

“Seok, fingers, p-please,” you stuttered.

“Because you always say please so prettily,” he murmured and slowly sunk a finger inside you. Your eyes fluttered closed with pleasure and he took that as a sign that he could put a second one in. He alternated between finger fucking you and sucking your clit. You mewled as the coil grew tighter and tighter. His fingers got deeper, hooking upwards and hitting the best spot.

Seokmin pumped them a few more times and your release overcame you. “Fuck,” you squealed, your high washing you over with a unique warmth, and your vision became hazy. You laid there, catching your breath.

When your vision came back, you looked down to find Seokmin peeking out from under the covers with your release glistening on his lips. His eyes which were previously filled with tears, now were sparkling. You couldn’t help but think how gorgeous he looked that way.

“Let me take care of you now,” you declared.

“If you wish,” he responded, perhaps a little cheekily. You grabbed his arms, pulling him back up to your lips and into another kissing session. He let you do as you pleased, ridding him of his boxers which were the only article of clothing he still had on. His cock was already hard, likely from when he was giving you your amazing high.

You switched positions so that you were on top and between his legs now. You palmed him, letting your hand run along his smoothness. Seokmin gave a sharp inhale before he sighed at your touch. You ghosted your fingers up and down his length, pulling breathy moans from his lips. You switched to using your whole hand and moved up to touch his head, smearing precum over his slit and downwards.

You pumped your hand back and forth over his entirety and his moans grew louder. “Should I put my mouth on you?” you asked, knowing the combination of your hands and the warmth of your mouth would make him come undone.

“Please,” he whined, his eyes shining with his need for release. You took him into your mouth, your tongue licking circles over his slit while you moved your hands to pump at the base. You bobbed up and down at a steady pace, Seokmin’s whines sounding more and more desperate.

You knew he was close. You picked up speed just slightly and Seokmin stilled, biting at his bottom lip. An intense orgasm came over him as he let ropes of cum jolt over your face. You left his side, letting him catch his breath and come down from his high.

Normally, he would be the first to clean you up after but this time you quickly went to the bathroom and washed your face off.

When you came back to the bed, he shot you a sleepy smile and pulled you back into the bed with him. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, snuggling his entire body into you. The steady rhythm of his breathing indicated that he was falling asleep. You couldn’t help but marvel at him. He was nothing short of perfect. And he was yours.

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 3 months

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wip wednesday sketch dump

tagged by: @ivymarquis @josephseedismyfather @cassietrn @direwombat @finding-comfort-in-rain @cloudofbutterflies92 @kyber-infinitygems @josephslittledeputy (and likely others, I have been very absent as of late...sorry)

okay, so uh clearly the art won for that poll (heh, always knew the cod fic was just for me... anyhoo) here's the sketchy sketches for oc kiss week. They are very, VERY rough still so please forgive

I won't run with the usual tag list but if you see this feel free to consider yourself tagged

(Top: Kit and @dickytwister oc Elliot Fletcher, Kit and @statichvm oc Katherine O'Neill Middle: Rory and @statichvm oc Lily Watt, Rory and @direwombat oc Saoirse Monaghan Bottom: Kit and @theelderhazelnut oc Ombra, Kit and @florbelles oc Lyra Fairbanks)

*I still have a few more sketches to get done, so if you were in my replies asking for some art, its on the way*

going to tag @strangefable @isobel-thorm and @direwombat for the cod stuff since y'all were kind enough to indulge me in a little scene I wrote for chapter 11 (even if I'm still supposed to be working on chapter 9 lol)

“You were jealous, weren't you?”

“Of course I was bloody jealous, Rory. Look at you, can you really blame me? I've been with my fair share of women, but Jesus, none of them can hold a match to you, my girl.”

“Your girl?”

“Listen, I've been trying my damnedest to keep my composure here. You think I went into this expecting to have this happen with my subordinate? It's rule number one and I'm here breaking it for you.” He sighed. “I had to listen to you in my fuckin’ ear, Rory. It was a goddamn nightmare.”

“And so what, you want to have that be the foundation for a relationship? The fact that I nearly died and you had to pull me out of there? That’s the foot you want to start on? It’s like I said last night, this is a dangerous game to be playing and I am not worth the trouble. I’m not worth your career.”

“And why’s that, eh?”

“I’m a fucking mess, that’s why. I’ve got nightmares, anxiety attacks, tremors, flashbacks. I’m in no place to start anything with anyone. And certainly not with someone who’s life could be upended because of me.”

“I don’t care.” He shrugged and gave a slight thrust of his pelvis as he crossed his arms over his chest. Obstinate, pigheaded right to the bitter end, refusing to back down from anything. This was Captain John Price type behavior through and through.

“What do you mean ‘you don’t care’?”

“You think all that’s gonna keep me away from you?”

“Well it should.”

“Why?” He lowered his head, looking up at her through his brow. Constantly challenging her.

“Trust me, after several nights of no sleep from me waking up with nightmares, you’ll understand.”

His eyes narrowed for a brief moment, the crows feet by his eyes creasing. “Someone else left you ‘cause o’that?”

Rory grimaced and bit down on her molars. Her eyes fell to the floor as she turned her head away from him. She didn’t have to say anything, her body language gave it all away.

Price’s face darkened at her reaction. If it was up to him he’d hunt down whoever it was and teach them a lesson, but that isn’t what she would want to hear. “Christ, don’t tell me someone actually did that?”

“Of course someone did that, John. Most people who see that side of me either think of me like I’m holding on by a goddamn thread or I'm just another broken soldier. And if it's not that, it's the whole horde of other shit in my head.” She rubbed at her brow. “People don’t want to fall in love with someone like me. It’s too hard to do.”

“Well, lucky for you I’m a bit of a stubborn bastard. I’m willin’ to put in the hard work. I can be goddamn relentless when need be.”

Rory scoffed, “I’d expect nothing less from you.”

He gave her a little crooked grin and stepped forward, cupping her face in his large hands, his thumbs stroking her cheeks softly. “I’m only gonna tell you this once, darlin’.” He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. “I don’t care about how much trouble you might be, you hear me? I have to have you, Rory. I need you to be mine, yeah? Simple as.”

It was her turn to ask the question. “Why?”

“Because if there’s anyone who’s going to understand what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, it's me. I wanna protect you. I wanna make sure somethin’ like this never happens again. I can’t even take the thought of you bein’ with someone else besides me.”

“I’m not willing to take the risk.”

He nodded his head slightly. “Well, I’m patient. Persistent. I can wait as long as I have to.”

“Fucking hell. You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Not after what I saw last night.”

#wip wednesday #wip art #oc kiss week wips #i'm sorry they all look so rough still #the lyra and kit one is def the closest to being done #just needs finishing touches and blending and stuff #skelly writes #fic: all along the watchtower #oc: kit cross #oc: rory sinclair

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wildbornsiren · 1 year

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Love Like This || Robert “Bob” Floyd/F!Reader

Love like this Summary: You and Bob have been dating for a few weeks. He wants you to meet the other pilots. Insecurity says otherwise--thankfully plans are fluid. 3,005 words. Female/AFAB reader. (reader is plus size/body insecure.) Warnings: Reader has body insecurity. Vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving). Notes: Please follow and turn on notifications for @wbslibrary -- tag lists are done. Likes are appreciated, comments and reblogs feed my muses and keep them happy. Thank you so very much for reading, it is appreciated and means the most.

Traffic was relatively light, the brilliant oranges and pinks on the horizon painting the colors of the sunset on the sky. You inhale slowly through your nose, exhaling through your mouth. There’s a bundle of nerves in your tummy, your mouth dry, grip tight on the steering wheel. You turn into the parking lot of the bar that Bob had asked you to meet at. The two of you had gone on a few dates, and you had found yourself very fond of the mild-mannered WSO. You find a parking spot, reaching for your phone once you’ve turned the ignition off. Your fingers hover over Bob’s contact hesitating on texting him that you weren’t going to be able to make it.

A group of women get of the car you’re parked next to. Every one of them could have stepped off the pages of the most recent fashion magazines, epitome of beauty and elegance. You reach for your water bottle, gulping down half of it in one go. Your dress brushes your knees, three-quarter sleeves with a boatneck neckline. The color complimented your skin tone, hugged your curves, and under any other circumstances would have given you a bit of a confidence boost. Now, you were second guessing the simple dress, wondering if you should have opted for jeans and a shirt so you could hide away a bit easier. “Get a grip.” You mutter, glaring at yourself in the rearview mirror. Tucking your keys into your purse, you get out of the car. You see Bob’s truck, and your date for the evening leaning against it talking to another man. You pluck at the torso of your dress, trying to pull the fabric away from your body a little bit. The other man spots you first, a wide mega-watt smile stretching across his face. He’s the kind of handsome that would have teased you mercilessly in high school or stood you up after asking you out on a fake date. He whistles softly, and nudges Bob who looks up from his phone. “You made it,” Bob says, a wide smile on his face. He reaches for you, enveloping you in a hug, pulling you flush to him. His hands rest at the small of your back, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Who’s the smoke show Bobby?” Bob says your name, and your breath hitches in your throat. “I’ve been telling you all about her.” He turns to you. “This is…” “Hangman, sweetheart.” The other man offers his hand. His grip is firm and polite, and he flashes another smile at you. “Why have you been hiding her away?” “I work a lot.” You say, and he tips his head. “Teacher, right?” You nod, “Yeah, elementary school.” It was one of the things that you loved most in the world. The kids were great, and each day was an adventure. He winks at you. “I’ll meet the two of you in there, want to grab the table before someone else thinks they can have my territory.” He pats Bob on the back heading into the bar. “You alright?” Bob cups your chin, lifting your head gently. His thumb brushes your jaw softly, brows furrowed. A thousand things bubble up in your throat, and you drop your gaze and shake your head. “I’m fine.” You manage to keep your voice steady, but you can feel the pin prick sting of tears. “Darlin’?” He moves to stand in front of you, blocking your view of the bar. “Please talk to me, is it too soon to meet them? Did you have a rough day at work?” “No,” you take a deep breath. “Having a bad brain day.” “You sounded okay when we talked after dinner.” He’s so gentle, his voice kind. “I don’t look like them.” You whisper, tipping your head when another pair of women enter the bar. “I’ve got a tummy, and my thighs touch, and my arms jiggle when I wave.” You wipe your nose on the back of your hand. “Your buddy looks just like the guy who pretended to have a crush on me in high school only to humiliate me at homecoming.” He breathes out your name, and when you look up at him those beautiful blue eyes are dark, a flush staining his cheeks. “I cannot change what happened to you.” His voice is low, rough, tumbling over his words. “I can promise you, that I will spend as long as you will let me, teaching you how beautiful you are. How much you affect me.” He laughs softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Baby, I fucking ache to touch you.” “Show me.” The words are out before you can stop them. You hadn’t ever heard the noise Bob makes. He’s got you pressed against the side of his truck, one hand braced against the vehicle, the other gripping your hip. Bob closes the distance and kisses you roughly. He’s kissed you before, sweet gentle kisses, lingering kisses that led to heated make out sessions on the bench seat of his truck. But this? This was something else entirely. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, a low sound coming from the back of his throat when your hands slide into his hair. His weight is against yours, warm and solid, and there’s fewer things that you could want at this possible moment. You’re breathless, arching against him, and when he pulls away your body follows the path of his. Bob rests his forehead against yours, the fingertips of his free hand skimming the curve of your neck. “Fuck,” he says softly, and you blink. The fact that he didn’t curse was one of the things that endeared you to him. His hands drop from your body, and he looks a little unfocused. Long fingers close over your wrist, bringing your hand between the two of you, slowly, deliberate, giving you the chance to pull away if you want. “See what you do?” His words ghost against your shoulder. He brings your hand to his body, gently holding your hand against his growing erection. “You feel how hard I am? Just by kissing you? Breathing your perfume, the feel of your softness against me? Darlin’ all I want is someone soft and warm and gentle, and you—you’re everything I want physically. Intellectually, emotionally, I love hearing you talk about your hobbies, and the kiddos you teach. I want to give you a reason to smile, and the only time I want you to cry is because you’re happy.” He chuckles softly. “I haven’t felt like this before. And baby I’m not going to lie, I’m scared. I want to try.” He kisses the top of your head. “I want you to meet them because you’re important to me. I want you to meet this little dysfunctional family I’ve found.” “You ground me.” You say softly. “It’s easier to be me when I’m with you.” “I want them to meet you, but now all I can think about is taking you home and taking that pretty little dress off of you and not stopping until your legs shake.” His hips rock slightly, pressing himself into your hand. “This dress makes me crazy. I like it.” Your head spins slightly with his words, the feeling of his cock, warm and heavy through his jeans. “Now?” “I want to get you home,” he murmurs. “Please sweetheart, can I take care of you tonight?” “What about your friends?” You ask, but it’s hard to think of anything but the feeling of Bob’s mouth against your neck. “They’ll understand, we can meet them for brunch.” His hands slide over your hips, gripping your ass, hard enough that you squeak. The hem of your dress rises as he gropes, the dusk air cool on your thighs. He lifts his head, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “If you want to go inside and meet them, we can do that. I’m not wanting to sway you either way.” Your lower lip is caught between your teeth, as you study him. There’s a flush on his cheeks, his lips a little swollen, eyes dark and intense as he watches you. His hands and hips have stilled, but he hasn’t pulled away. There’s a tremor in his hands, his fingers flexing against your clothes. He’s looking at you as though you’ve hung the stars in the sky, holding you like you’re precious. “I want you.” You whisper the admission, eyes closing. “Tonight?” His voice tinged with need, is still so gentle and patient. When you nod, he kisses your cheek. “Out loud darlin’, please. I like hearing your voice.” “Take care of me.” You say, hands gripping his shirt tightly. “Sweeter words never been said.” Bob smiles against your mouth, kissing you softly. He pulls away, leaving you breathless. He unlocks the truck, his hand dwarfing yours when he helps you into the cab, making sure you’re buckled before closing the door. You see him send a text message before he’s climbing in behind the wheel. The truck roars to life, one of Bob’s hands resting on the space between you, and when you put your hand in his, he smiles. He parks on the street next to a house with an overgrown yard and massive porch. “Nat said she’ll stay with someone else tonight.” Bob says opening the door for you. “Also, she’s looking forward to brunch.” He leads you up the walkway, pausing to unlock the door. You wrap your arms around him from behind, face pressed to his back. Gently you touch along his torso, feeling his breathing level out and slow. Muscles move under the fabric of his shirt, and you find yourself tracing along the solid warmth of his body. He groans, and it sounds like a purr, and you grin to yourself. “Let’s get inside.” He says softly, stilling your hands with one of his own. You follow him, kicking off your shoes, padding after him as he heads down a hallway. He closes the bedroom door once you’re through it. Bob turns to you, backing you gently against it, leaning in to kiss you. “I’ll stop at any time, all you have to do is tell me darlin’.” “I know.” His hair is so soft under your fingertips, his eyes closing as he tips into the touch. Playfully you tug it, and he shivers against you. “Tease,” he says softly, his accent thicker. “But feel free to tug as hard as you want when your legs are over my shoulders and my mouth is on your pretty cunt.” Again, you’re surprised by the flip in his language, but it makes your heart skip a little faster. There’s a wild thought that you were the one to do that to him. You’re the one that makes him forgo his manners, his gentle demeanor. You move away from the door, and he turns watching you step past him. “Unzip me?” “Baby,” he whimpers, and the word goes through you, breath hitching in your chest. He unzips the dress slowly, his mouth following the path of the zipper, soft kisses to your back. He eases the fabric from your body, letting it pool at your feet. You can feel the weight of his gaze, and you turn slowly to face him. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, your hands curling into loose fists to keep yourself steady. He clears his throat, and you dare to look up from the floor. The open adoration and lust on his face has you taking a small step backward. He looks at you, breathing unsteady, and he rubs the back of his neck. “You look…” Bob exhales. “You’re unbelievably beautiful.” He reaches for you, gently pulling you close to him once more. Fingertips graze your shoulders, along your collarbones, the swell of your breasts teasing along the lace on your bra. His palms skim your sides, over your belly, and he’s dropped to his knees. He glances up at you, hooking his fingers through the waistband of your panties. You nod, and he eases the lace down your legs, gentle touch, fingertips brushing up your calves, he presses a kiss right above your knee. “Go lay down on the bed baby,” He murmurs, cheek pressed to your thigh. You’re a little unsteady, but you stretch out on his bed, surrounded by the scent of his cologne and soft blankets. The bed shifts slightly when he crawls onto it with you. Bob kisses your shoulder, his hand sliding between your legs, gently nudging your thighs apart. His fingers brush further up your legs, and you squirm slightly when he stops just short of where you need him to touch. “Open up for me.” He slides down your body, mouth following the path that his hands had taken minutes earlier. You exhale, heart racing behind your ribcage and letting your legs open further under his touch. “Good girl,” He breathes, kissing along the inside of your thighs. His hands keep your legs open, fingertips digging into the soft flesh, gripping you tight. Bob moans when he licks a wet stripe along your folds, tongue teasing along your slit. He pulls you closer to his mouth using your thighs and you whimper, the tight seal of his mouth over your cunt unbelievably good. Both of your hands are in his hair, and he’s groaning against your pussy. Nose bumping your clit as his tongue pressing into you. It’s lewd and wet, your head tipped back against the pillows. He’s devouring you, driving you closer to the overwhelming pleasure that he’s promised time and time again. He pants raggedly against your thigh, two fingers sliding into you easily. “You’re so goddamn sweet.” Bob’s mouth smears against your skin. His fingers curl just right and you’re whimpering hips lifting slightly. “Prettiest little noises, and fuck you’re pulling my fingers in.” His thumb circles your clit, alternating with slow deliberate strokes of his tongue. “Bobby, Bobby please,” you keen, voice breaking when the heat in your belly snaps, your orgasm crashing through you. He continues to fuck his fingers into you, sucking at your clit, until you’re trembling, a second orgasm washing over you. You yank on his hair, and he lifts his head, licking his lips. His eyes are heavily lidded, voice thick with want. “Can I give you one more darlin’? I know you’ve got it in you, wanna feel that sweet little cunt milk me dry.” He’s kissing up your tummy, teeth nipping lightly at soft flesh. “She’s so sweet and good. Begging me to fuck her right.” His hands slide under you, lifting you, undoing the fastening of your bra, tugging the straps down your arms and tossing the garment aside. His mouth closes over your nipple, sucking as his hand gropes your other breast. Words have already failed you, and thought is quickly abandoning you as well. His thigh is pressing between your legs, sensitive skin rubbing against the rough denim. The only thing that comes to your mind is his name. “Bobby…” “Breathe baby, breathe.” He murmurs kissing up your neck. “I’m right here, darlin’.” You nod frantically, barely squeaking out confirmation. Bob pulls away and you watch as he strips out of his clothes. He’s lean muscle, pale skin, you can see flashes of ink but you’re too distracted to focus on what they are. “Condom?” “I’m on birth control.” It’s easier to think when he’s a foot away from you, but already every inch of your body is screaming for him. Craving him, and you’re so caught up in it, that you whimper against his kiss. He’s hard, cock against his stomach, glistening with pre-cum, Bob settles between your legs again, hands skimming your thighs, settling on your hips. Despite his fingers and tongue working you open there’s a stretch as he thrusts into you—he’s thick, and when you roll your hips against him, he chuckles. “Just a little bit more darlin’. You’re taking me so good.” You grip the blankets, feeling him bottom out, buried as deep as your body will take him. “Fuck.” He whispers, shoulders curving forward, face pressing to the curve of your neck. A slow tremor works through him, his hips stuttering against you. “Oh baby,” his voice so deep you can feel the vibrations in his chest. “I’m about to ruin you for any other man.” Bob fucks into you steadily, taking you higher with each thrust. All you can do is grip his shoulders, nails skimming down his back, feeling his body move under your hands. He’s whispering some of the filthiest things you’ve ever considered against your skin, swallowing your sounds with desperate kisses. His full weight drops into his thrusts, driving himself harder, deeper into you. The base of his cock brushes your clit with every stroke, and you roll your hips against him, meeting his movements. “Made for me,” He murmurs, his forehead resting against yours. His hair is plastered to his head, curling slightly, sweat dripping onto your skin. You’re whimpering softly, nonsense spilling past your lips, that familiar ache growing greater and greater, you feel stretched thin, pleasure coursing through you. Bob’s mouth eases over yours when you come for a third time, his tongue sweeping past your lips, claiming your mouth as his. He spills into you with a breathless sound, feeling every twitch of his cock while he’s buried inside of you. He's still for a little while, pressed tightly against you. His breathing is low and shallow, one of his hands seeking yours out, interlacing your fingers together. “Thank you, darlin’.” He whispers. “You’re so good for me. Absolutely perfect. You fit me so well, feel so good under my hands. I’m going to dream about your taste.” Gently he’s lifting himself off you, pulling out. “Let me get you in the shower, I’ll change the sheets and join you.” Bob nuzzles your shoulder. /end

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iamafanofcartoons · 11 months

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Weiss:…Really, Yang? Really? Ruby: Sis, this is not the time or place! Blake: Just because you can, does not mean you should! Yang: Hey, if it works! Right guys? (Waves at the villains they’re supposed to be fighting). Hazel: I’m asexual, the only thing I’m passionate about is vengeance against OZZZZPINNNN! (Everyone jumps back) Hazel: But he’s not here right now. Tyrian: My only interest is defending the beauty of our Goddess! Watts: I’m Sapiosexual. Mercury: Meaning? Emerald: Oh I know this one! It means he’s only sexually attracted to people based on intelligence. Tyrian: So her majesty then. Watts: Wait what? Tyrian: Are you saying that our Queen is not a glorious and brilliant ruler?! Watts: No wait, she certainly is, I would never acknowledge Her Grace as anything less! Tyrian: So you do have an attraction to her Majesty! Watts: So do you! Tyrian: At least I’m not hiding it. Emerald: Can we focus? Watts: Yes, Cinder fan-girl, do stop. Emerald: Wait, what are you saying? Mercury: He’s saying you’re into Cinder the same way Stabby Tail is into Cinder’s boss. Emerald: You wanna go, Dildo-legs? Hazel: ENOUGH! (Quirky Mini-Boss squad stops comedic bickering to listen to the serious guy) Hazel: In case you forgot, our targets are…wait, where they’d go? BEEP (X5) Watts: Oh Dear. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

_____________________________________________________________________________________ Salem (Does the Gendo Ikari Hand Gesture): You knew their fighting abilities, you had fought with them before, you had them outnumbered, you even knew the environment… (Competent and semi-competent minions remain silent, Tyrian crying at disappointing Mommy Salami) Mercury raises his hand Salem: I’m.Not.Done.Boi. Mercury lowers his hand. Salem: Now I’d like to know just how it was possible for all of you to fail like this? Not even Haven was like this. Hazel takes a breath. Salem: Hazel Rainart, I hope for your sake you do not plan to do another “Take one for the team” attempt that tries to cover up for what the team did. Or do you enjoy being bound up by my tentacles? Hazel, stops, considers…Then takes an even deeper breath. Mercury: It was Boobs. (Ackward silence.) Salem: Excuse me? Mercury: You know how Team RWBY gained that transforming ability? Salem: That leaves them wide open for you to kick-shoot them up in the face? Mercury: Blondie’s shout-phrase was “Big titties” Salem: And? Mercury: That started a conversation that- (Crippled Psychopathic Assassin shut up by fancy pistol from Jock-Nerd and Mecha-Tail from Psycho Fan-Boi covering his mouth) Tyrian: Let’s not sweat the small stuff. Watts: Basically we were distracted. Salem: By boobs? Seriously? My greatest operatives….distracted by a woman’s chest? And what happened next may I ask? Hazel: They took advantage of our distraction to throw explosives and explosive dust rounds around, and brought the warehouse down on us. Angry Boss “Lady?”:….. Evil minions who need focus on hormones 2nd, mission priorities first:…. Salem waves her hand and the door opens… Multiple tentacled grimm appear. Salem: Now I am not a therapist or a counselor, but we have got to work on your hormones before I send you any missions….this will be your price for failure. (The following content is flagged NC-17 for tentacles, and too many other tags to count...let's use our imagination) Meanwhile, elsewhere… Cinder receives shivers down her spine, nearly lighting herself on fire to get rid of the chills. Evil Mute Cutie hides a smile looking at evil Ms. Eyepatch on High-Heels getting Random Spooks.

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year

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Mine - Brian Zvonecek x Reader (NSFW)

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Brian has always been secure in your relationship. He has no problem with your male friends and when he sees a guy flirting with you at the bar, he feels sorry for them because if you aren’t giving fuck off vibes, you’re telling it to their faces. There was only one thing that triggered his possessive streak, or he should say one person and that was your ex, Tommy Welch.

It was irrational but Welch had a way of getting under his skin, even before he had fallen in love with you. The other man was antagonizing and brash and he clearly still had a thing for you. When he looked at you, it felt that he was undressing you and Brian hated the fact that Welch had seen you naked, that he knew what he was missing. It flicked a switch in Brian’s brain when the other man touched you, it was always fleeting. A hand on your lower back to guide you out of someone else’s way, his fingertips on your arm when he wanted your attention, the way his smile turned up a thousand watts when he saw you.

“She’s yours for now, but you’ll never keep her.”

He remembered those words from Welch the last time they were on shift together. It had taken every single ounce of his self-restraint to not punch the other guy out. He didn’t understand how Welch had landed a girl like you in the first place. If it had been a casual fuck, he probably would have understood it, but it had been a year, a whole fucking year you had been tied to that man. Brian simply did not understand how you put up with him.

Tonight, Welch was in full form. He’d been hovering around your table all night, before he ‘ran into you’ on your way back from the bathroom. Brian hated seeing Welch in your proximity, hated the way his body overshadowed you. He knew what was going to happen before you did, and it sent a pulse of rage ricocheting through him.

He was prepared for the kiss, but he wasn’t prepared for the slap, and neither was Welch. He clasped his hand to his cheek, his expression wounded as you slipped past him and through the door to the ‘staff only’ area.

Brian threw down the towel he’d been using to clean the glasses with, and followed you through the door. You turned when you heard it close behind you. The adrenaline of the event still chasing through your system, charging like electricity in your veins. When you turned to face him, the look in his eyes was wild and dangerous. There was a recklessness inside of him, and you wanted it, you wanted him to claim you, to remind you of what it felt like to be possessed by him.

“You have no idea what it does to me, to see him touch you like that.” He said roughly, his voice flush with desire, the fingertips on his left-hand twitching.

“Oh Brian.” Your murmured, your fingers already on his belt. “I think I do.”

His hands came to rest on yours, stopping you from moving any further.

“Turn around.” He commanded; his voice rough. “I want to get my hands on that ass.”

The sound of his voice, the rawness of it, made you soaked. You obeyed him, turning around so your palms came to rest upon the surface of the metal preparation table. He pressed the length of himself up against you, his chest firm and solid, his hips pinning yours against the table. He buried his face into the curve of your throat, inhaling deeply.

“You smell so fucking good.” He told you, his fingertips popped the button on your jeans before he tugged the fabric down over your ass. His palm slid over your panties, fingertips seeking out your clit through the cotton. “So wet already. Is that all for me?”

“I’ve been thinking about you all night.” You told him, your hand reaching back to touch him. Brian grasped your wrist and placed your palm back down on the table as he tutted.

“Hands back down on the table, sunshine.”

His fingertips hooked your underwear before he dragged that fabric down your thighs. His palm slid down to your ass, roving over it and squeezing it once before he spanked it. You moaned as his hand ran over it again, thumb tracing the pink flush.

“The belongs to me.” He told you as he undid his belt, before undoing the button on his jeans. “Your ass, your pussy, every single part of you is mine.”

You felt the press of his bare skin against yours. His hand came to grip your shoulder, his thumb chasing up the nape of your neck and sending a thousand stars shooting through your synapses. The head of his cock rubbed over your slick folds, tracing over your needy core.

“Do you need this, sunshine?” He asked you, his voice gravelly with want. “Do you need me to remind you belong to?”

“Please Brian, just give it to me.” You whined, arching your hips in an attempt to fuck yourself on his dick. He tutted again, this time using the pressure of hand on the back of your neck to force you down until your chest was pressed against the metal table. He used his boot to gently urge your ankles even further apart.

“You’re dripping for me.” He muttered. “You know how good you look spread out like this, anyone could come in and see this beautiful pussy but I’m the only one that gets to fuck it aren’t I?”

“The only one.” You whimpered. “The only one that gets to touch me.”

“That’s right sunshine.” He said as he entered you slowly. “I’m the only one.”

He made sure you felt him, sinking into you inch by inch, filling you. He held you in place before he drew back and started all over again. It was heaven, fucking heaven, the rake of his cock over your inner walls, his weight pressing you down as he began to pick up the pace. You loved this feral, dominant side of him, the way he fucked you with abandonment. It was sensual in its own way, a savage sort of intimacy that sated the wild and reckless parts of you, he was the only man that had been able to do that, to mix tenderness and roughness. To give you what you needed.

“You’ve ruined me, Brian.” You told him between punctuated gasps. “Wrecked me for anyone else. There’s no one else that has ever fucked me like this, whose ever made me feel the way you do.”

“I want him to hear you.” Brian said as he thrust into you, hitting that deviant spot deep inside, the one that made you lose your fucking mind. His fingers threaded through your hair, tugging it at the roots, sending an explosion of fireworks ricocheting through your synapses as he pulled you back against him. His lips ghosted over your ear as his fingertips traced over your clit. “Don’t hold back sunshine, he needs to know your mine.”

“Fuck Brian.” You whimpered as that heat rushed through your nerve endings like tiny starbursts. “I want him to know how good you fuck me.”

Brian buried his face into the curve of your shoulder, biting down on the sensitive flesh, marking you as his own. The pleasure and the pain intermingled sending you hurtling over the edge with his name on your lips, a riptide of ecstasy overwhelming your senses and dragging you under. You clenched around his cock like a velvet fist, gripping him so tightly he cried out as came with you, spurting deep inside. He held you against him in the aftermath, his arm supporting you around the waist as he whispered into your ear one word.

“Mine.”

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DON'T WATCH NAPOLEON

I'm fucking traumatized. (Btw I'm joking y'all should watch it its goof but I didn't like it lol pls no hate) there was sex like 10 minutes in and every other five minutes there was more sex! Everything Napoleon said in these scenes sounded like an AO3 tag or a watt pad story!!! "Come little one... Lay in bed with your master." LIKE GURL?! DA FUCK?! Also horsies died... Sad... And also people... Anyways I cried during all the battle scenes bc yes.

#have fun with that information #i'm traumatized #Napoleon

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birder-of-remnant · 9 months

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Now, I would like to introduce part 2 of my top 12 list of obscure RWBY villians! Spoilers Ahoy! Naturally, this list also contains several spoilers for the various RWBY comics, manga, games, and splinter video series. Continue at your own peril! Starting with number 6 and working our way down to number 1.

6. Dr. Merlot - Honestly, I am a little surprised that I am placing Dr. Merlot this high on the list. If Hei Xiong is your standard mob boss-type villian, than Dr. Merlot is your poster child mad scientist. Basically like Arthur Watts, if Arthur was a flat Saturday morning cartoon villain. Stereotypical or not, he is still an entertaining villain in the game 'Grimm Eclipse' (as well as in the 'Combat Ready' board game). He even received the honor of having his own theme song, courtesy of Jeff and Casey Williams.

5. Master - This is perhaps the strangest entry on this list. The honorific of 'villain' is also a bit of a stretch. This one comes from Ruby's Anthology manga. In this manga, a mysterious red-cloaked figure begins causing mischief around Beacon. Stealing people's weapons, beating up upper classmen, and most grievously, ruining Juane's precious comic books. Ruby decides to take preemptive action to stop this doppelganger before an angry mob can form to beat the cookies and rainbows out of her. This Ruby lookalike is actually a berserk robot that Penny had borrowed as a surprise for Ruby. Together, they vanquish this creepy monstrosity right before a an oddly smiling Weiss murders Ruby for getting her sword broken. Honestly, this whole ordeal made no sense, but was surprisingly amusing.

4. Emperor of Mistral - Faunist slavery? Check. Cultural subjugation and attacks on the arts (except for himself). Check. Warmongering to expand his power. Check. Hypocritical booger-eater? Check. In other words, a real bog-sucking meanie-head. Dare I go on? He is only mentioned during the 'World of Remnant' series and so little is known about him other than for these charming traits. Still, I will place him at number 4 due to how well he fits the bill as an obscure villain.

3. The Warrior - An enigmatic servant of Salem, this villain is cut straight out of the 'Fairy Tales of Remnant'. In the story, 'The Infinite Man,' a group of people rally around a hero who is said to reincarnate. This group becomes 'The Circle,' an organization determined to protect humanity from the Grimm and bring peace to the land. And just like the Huntsman Academies that would serve the same role in the future, this society inevitably falls into ruin. The Warrior invades The Circle and challenges the Infinite Man to a battle. Through the ferocity of their fight, great damage is done to the town and The Infinite Man worries that nothing will be left if he continues the fight. This was his last and gravest mistake in that life. After forfeiting his life, The Warrior breaks her promise and kills nearly everyone. There are morals to this tale. But for those, you should read the book.

2. System No. XX - What do you get when you cross GLaDOS from Portal with Ellen DeGeneres (idk, she was the first witty person who came to mind)? This entertainingly psycho computer from the game 'Blaze Blue: Cross Tag Battle'. In it, warriors from four different universes (BlazBlue, Persona 4: Arena, Under Night In-Birth, and of course, RWBY) are trapped in a separate reality and forced to compete for survival in this comedic fighter game. I honestly have no interest in figher games. But the constant humor and surprisingly on-character dialogue from Team RWBY make the game surprisingly entertaining. I also just like how they were still students at the time they were abducted but are still able to kick butt against people like Ragna. ANYWAYS, System No. XX might be manipulative and cutthroat, but they sure know how to bring some levity to survival situations. Combine that with the RWBY-specific ending and they have landed on the number 2 spot for me (banner photo for this post is of Ruby fighting No. XX from this game). Definitely cut from a different circuit board than Penny, at least on the whole enslaving human souls' front.

The Crown - Those of you who have read the RWBY books will know what I am talking about. And those of you who haven't should be reading those books right now instead of this boring blog post. Or even better, listening to it. Following the happenings of Team CFVY after the Fall of Beacon, these books (excluding Roman Holiday) are wrapped up in a conspiracy brewing in Vacou over a mysterious group of people known as The Crown. I will not delve into it hear less I spoil the story, so I encourage any RWBY fan reading this to check it out for themselves. While the events in this book take place in Vacou between volumes 4 and 8, I doubt that Volume 10 will make many references to these events to avoid confusing the 99% of people who have not read these stories. But, I hope they add some easter eggs in at least! But first, we need to Greenlight Volume 10!

For the three of you who were bored enough to read this blog post, thank you! I am done rambling now, goodbye.

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