#someday it’ll all make sense

[diejager]

if you don't mind can i ask for your take on civilian s/o and yandere makarov? i wonder how he behave around an s/o who's like the opposite of him (like they're kind, gentle and has not known violence ever). hcs or short scenario or anything depends on you i don't mind (there's a drought of makarov content tbh 😮‍💨).

thanks for considering this and please take your time. have a good day 😚.

”Love” Cw: manipulation, obsessive behaviour, delusions of love, humain training, forceful taking, verbal abuse, tell me if I missed any.

Makarov doesn’t love. He knew how to, but he never truly did. He couldn’t with the heart and mind he grew up cultivating, to build his empire and strength, dwindling his heart’s empathy. Ironically, such ignorance towards love only increased his obsession, the amount of it that would only climb higher and higher, because in a sense, the loss of such emotions lead to a loss of a limit, driving him to insane lengths to achieve what he had his mind on.

He only knew death and bloodshed, the destruction of the mundane and corruption of the innocent, being the source of the rot and decay in the cells of a flower, to make it wilt and dust. Perhaps that’s where his interest in the normal stemmed, that curiosity that would someday bloom into obsession. He searched for an object of obsession, something - someone - to put all this attention on, something tangible, solid under his hands and malleable to his intentions. Despite his lack of time to dawdle, to spend on meaningless affairs, he found the perfect subject, someone so starkly different from him and his world.

There was a dichotomy in Makarov’s world, the harshness of war, battle and conquering of countries, and the deceptive softness in his eyes, the gentle touch of his scarred and calloused hands, and the coo with his sly tongue. You were the only softness in his life, a civilian he -one day - decided to pick up from the streets, bright-eyed and innocent to the horror he saw and spear-headed. Your tired eyes untouched by his mind and your scarless body free of any conflict that he could start with a simple wave of his hand.

There’s a need in his mind to see this innocence wilt away, to pry your mind of any autonomy and freedom you’ve lived with. Makarov wanted a doll, something soft and precious he could corrupt with words and ruin with his hands, deceptively gentle and loving, a poem spilling from a cruel smirk and eyes gleaming darkly. He has his ways to turn you into a thing of his imagination, to make you into his willing Russian doll, layer over layer of maliciousness and subservience.

He’s a man of culture, letting the people under him do all the dirty work. Despite all the viciousness and madness in his being, he doesn’t hit, he doesn’t abuse the object of his obsession, that was reserved for men lower than him, poor and mindless men. Rather, he preferred manipulation, well-thought words used in right situation to have you crawling back to him for safety, protection and comfort. He wanted you to come to him on your own, to make your pliant and uncaring of the wider view. He, after all, took you for himself, to endure himself in a second source of power.

Makarov has a silver tongue, whispering words into your ears that take root, your doubts and fears growing in the depth of your heart, bringing you closer to the man who promised to protect you. His fingers wiping away your tearful cheeks, pearly gems rolling down your cheek as he teases you about being worried. You shouldn’t be so fearful with him beside you, he’s your warden, your all-powerful and dependable lover.

He won’t let a shred of suspicion towards him fester, it’ll be dealt with swiftly with the call of your name, breaking down your vulnerable mind and building it back up in his image, his opinions were yours, his thoughts were yours, his goals were yours. So much so that you were his, knowing fundamentally that whatever he said goes.

”мой маленький цветок,” he mumbled, pressing his lips against yours, hands soft but wandering, laying down chains over your waist, around your dainty wrists and tightening the collar around your neck, keeping the hold on your mind, “You did so well, I’m proud of you.”

Positive reinforcement. He often used positive reinforcement to deepen his hold, to sink his teeth into your clean soul. Sweetened words with a voice he taught you to crave and possessive touches of bloody hands with intentions that he blinded you of, finding a way to make you want them.

“What do you say?” His hand traveled up your jaw, featherlight fingers cradling your ear and cheek until it stopped under your chin, tilting your head to look at his narrowed eyes, proud and dark.

“Thank you, Vladimir.”

He smiled, a thin-lipped grin.

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[waltzingwithspirit]

PICK A CARD: LOVE NOTES FROM YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE

Top Left: Pile 1 Top Right: Pile 2 Bottom: Pile 3

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Pile 1

‘We would be a wonderful us’  ‘Workplace romance’ ‘I’ll follow you till the end’ ‘I’m always gonna be in love with you’

You might get text like this: 1. Them: You are beautiful, more than you realise. 2. Them: I’ll make you breakfast. 

Your future spouse and you share a similar sense of humour, you both will be teasing and joking a lot. I see they are into philosophy for some of you, definitely a deep thinker either way, their view of life might intrigue you. This person an you will have many conversations, they will be mentally stimulating to you and get you thinking. Definitely some air sign presence (Gemini, Libra, Aquarius). I see rain is significant, maybe you’ll meet that time but it is coming in strong. Either one of you loves to style hair. I am seeing a man braiding a girl’s hair. It’s the little things about your relationship, spending quality time whenever you can, through thick and thin. They only like you and want you to be verbal in expressing your feelings. They really want to get married to you have an unbreakable bond. 

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Pile 2

‘Hopeless romantic with high standards’  ‘Star-crossed lovers’  ‘You look at each other like the two of you have your own language’ ‘One in simping, the other is oblivious’ - literally everyone else sees it. ‘Are we friends? Or are we more?’

They might say these things to you:

1. I am not supposed to be thinking about you.  3. Why won’t you leave my mind?  4. Wherever I look you are there. 5. Them: fight me for the rest of our lives.

Their heart flutters when you are in close proximity to them. Romantic tension and some awkward moments, with stealing glances and shy smiles. You guys will also have a lot of healthy debates where you disagree and argue, but overtime know how to work things through and are respectful. The transition period from friends to lovers is really being given emphasis here, it’s like everyone else sees it, when you two are together, you forget other people exist. Some of you might even know each other since college or some educational institution. Your love is very pure, only wanting the best for them. It is a slow-burn romance, with hands almost touching but didn’t. You guys are each others safe space, giving a sense of security. 

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PILE 3

There are many different messages for this group, take it as it resonates. ‘Enemies to lovers’ ‘Friends to lovers’ ‘Workplace romance’ ‘SO THIS IS LOVE’  ‘Cute nicknames’ - even if you find them cringey right now, with the right person I see you turning into a puddle. ‘I feel lovable when you take care of me’ ‘Talk like best friends’ ‘Power couple’  ‘Someday when I say I am going home, it’ll mean I get to see you and that will make all of everything worth it’ Things they might say to you/text you: 1. You are so cute. 2. Do you wanna go driving? Just me and you. 3. We fix it together, because that’s what a relationship is about, going through life together as a team 4. You are so physically and mentally attractive at the same time, that’s why I am so crazy about you. 5. I only pretend I don’t like you. 6. [ angry whisper ] do you even know how cute you are.  One thing is settled, that they definitely find you attractive. It might start out as dislike which will morph into a friendship of sorts leading to a love connection. You guys love to banter. I see a lot of banter. If you read ‘the hating game’ I get those vibes. They find excuses to spend time with you until they are like I am gonna be honest and be more upfront rather than relying on some external factor. One of you is unconventional and the other finds them interesting and the constant need to be in touch, might also be a therapist of some sort, or just have healing energy. 🌙To know more about your future spouse in detail, DM me for a personal tarot reading🌙

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[helloaugustmoon]

this is so classic wattpad plot but I literally do not care

Michael Jackson x she/her!reader

·˚ ◌༘͙[Keep The Faith] ! ˊ

Fishing has been one of Michael’s favorite hobbies for some time. Not in the traditional sense - he cannot sit still for long enough to actually go fishing - but rather by his own definition. Whether it be peering at the faces in the crowd at a concert, seeing faces pressed against the windows of cars and buildings he’s in, fishing is a term that Michael dedicates to peacefully viewing pretty creatures that appear just to see him when he’s passing through. In no way is it dehumanizing; he views it as comparing people to other beautiful things in nature, and in a comical sense too, of course. By now, his team is well aware of his traditions when it comes to fishing, only laughing along and agreeing with his comments pertaining to ‘nice fish’, all in jest and never something he’d consider seriously pursuing; he’d feel he had too much power over a fan that it wouldn’t be fair or just, it would be taking advantage, and that’s not something that sits well with him.

That is, until your face catches his eye.

Fan after fan came and went, greeting Michael and taking pictures while he signed their copies of ‘Bad’ and gifted him their most sincere praises. It was certainly lovely, never something he takes for granted, but to an extent, the social scale of the event can become quite tiring. He’s grateful the line is nearing its end, hoping that soon enough, he’ll be able to rest. But when Michael lifts his gaze from the table in front of him and his eyes meet yours, when he sees your smile- he swears to every holy thing he’s ever known, his heart stops. You aren’t screaming or hyperventilating, but you are trembling in a way that stirs the gentleman in him, wishing the circumstances would allow for him to perhaps offer his jacket to you. The smile on your face as you look at Michael is reflected right back at you, and his previous idea of having any power over a fan is single handedly erased by the existence of you. In that moment, had you wished it, he’d have dropped to one knee and ripped his own heart out to offer it to you. One word from you, and he’d do anything for you. All you had to do, was-

“Hi, Michael.”

And he’s yours.

Your voice is the sweetest melody he’s ever heard, and he already knows it’ll inspire more songs than anything ever has before. You are the siren to lull him to sleep, to guide him to the pearly gates of heaven someday, and he is nothing if not a devout worshiper at the altar that is you.

“I don’t want to take up too much of your time, you’ve already been here so long- but, I just wanted to thank you for the music you make and the message of love that-“

Is now and has only ever been meant for you, he realizes.

Words continue to fall from your lips like a steady stream, a peaceful and thought-out poem that touches every part of Michael’s very soul. And he sits there, smiling up at you as you stand before him, in absolute awe of you. The stars of the night couldn’t hope to hold a candle to the ones in your eyes.

“You don’t need to thank me, it’s my pleasure. It brings me joy to know that my music brings you joy, too.” He answers, his own voice softer than he’s ever heard it.

Your smile turns shy, then, and Michael wishes he had the kind of magic to seal this moment in a bottle, or lock it away in a drawer, so that on the lonely nights he foresees in his future he might gaze upon this moment again. You.

“What’s your name?” He asks you, the question feeling more like a desperate plea than a general curiosity, and when you do tell him your name, it’s immediately stitched into the very fabric of his being.

He wants to compliment your name for how pretty it sounds, how well it suits you, how he’ll close his eyes and whisper it to the sky before he falls asleep and wishes for you without being capable of waiting for a shooting star to do so. He wants to, more than anything. But for risk of seeming too forward, Michael only allows his smile to widen, tells you it was wonderful meeting you, that he hopes you’ll have a pleasant rest of your day, and then passes you back your copy of his album - signed with his name and a kiss that he simply couldn’t resist leaving for you.

Michael’s team exchange glances when his eyes linger on you, watching you leave until you are completely out of sight. At which time, he releases a sigh that is impossible to mistake as anything other than a swoon. With his longing being so obvious, a member of Michael’s team steps forward.

“Would you like us to ensure tickets for tomorrow night’s show, Sir?” The security guard offers, and is surprised when Michael only shakes his head, not offering a verbal answer as he turns his attention to the next person in line.

That night, Michael is ringing up an impressive phone bill from his hotel room, rambling to Janet about every shade in your eyes, every intricacy of you, every cadence you spoke in. After an hour, he finally leaves enough time for his sister to actually respond.

“So you made certain she’ll be at the show tomorrow, right?” It almost sounds rhetorical, not to mention sarcastic, coming from Janet - not that either would surprise Michael.

“No, no,” He shakes his head, leaning against the wall as he holds the phone to his ear, careful not to step too far from the cord. “I don’t want to enforce or engineer anything- that’s not love, that’s a script. If I’m meant to see her again, I will.”

Janet sighs at this, knowing Michael’s mind is set and that means he’ll be too stubborn to consider any alternative; his views on love and fairytales are so absolute, he’d rather spend a lifetime waiting for you and loving you anyway, than use the powers at his disposal to set up a meeting that could lead to a love story.

That said, Janet also knows that for you to have captured Michael’s attention so, you must be some girl. Women have thrown themselves at him from the moment he entered the spotlight - for him to not only notice one amongst the rest, but yearn for you so obviously and without any trace of hesitance, you must be something special. For that, Janet can only pray alongside Michael that somehow, some way, you will find your way back to him.

During rehearsals the following day, Michael finds himself envisioning you in front of the stage, using the idea of dancing to impress you, to woo you as his motivation for giving the performance tonight everything he’s got. No matter how bright the overhead lights of the stadium are, he can picture your smile widening when he dances around onstage, pointing at you as a means of dedicating the song to you, and you alone. He intends to do so regardless of the fact you won’t actually be there. Perhaps he’ll point at the stars, lest you see the footage and misunderstand that he’d ever point at another girl again.

The screams of the crowd do little to quiet the thoughts of you that continue to whirl around the mind of a lyrical genius, even when he runs out onstage to greet them. Breaking into the first song of the night, Michael puts his all into his performance as he always does, but can't help feeling that tonight he has a heavenly blessing in the form of your smile lingering in his thoughts, pushing him that little bit harder. It isn’t until the end of the first song that Michael stops moving for long enough to scan the faces he can actually see from where he stands, the distance from the stage to the front row being further than he’d like. Pausing only momentarily for a brief interval of fishing, Michael’s eyes trace over the front row. And then, he does a double take.

His heart must have been playing a trick on his eyes, surely.

He looks back again, feeling an irregularity in his own pulse when he struggles to find you in the sea of faces again, until whoever had been cruel enough to temporarily block the view of you happens to move just enough for Michael to see you again. Front row, clinging to the barricade like your life depends on it. And you’re smiling at him just the same.

His eyes lock with yours, the band behind him exchanging confused glances. By now, Michael should have given the cue for the second song to start, but the perfectionist has been entirely distracted by the very definition of perfect that he’s been waiting his whole life for. It takes several seconds for him to accept the reality that you really are right there, but as soon as he does, the smile on his face is so big he’s concerned it’ll split his face in half. Giving the cue for the second song to start, Michael points right at you.

“You knock me off of my feet now baby, HOO!”

Throughout ‘The Way You Make Me Feel’, Michael’s gaze connects with yours, and he doesn’t shy away from devoting the song to you in every way he can. If it weren’t for the rehearsed role of the woman onstage that he’s barely even noticing, he’d have pulled you up here with him. Instead, Michael settles for pointing at you, winking at you, and holding your gaze while singing lyrics and dancing in ways that leave no room for misinterpretation.

He continues this for the remainder of the setlist, a plan forming in his head over the course of the next few songs. Because now that divine intervention has resulted in you being right here with him again, who is he to stand and do nothing in the face of that? Of you?

With the instrumental for Liberian Girl beginning behind him, Michael sets his plan into action. Against the better judgment of his security, he jumps from the edge of the stage, making a beeline for where you stand in the front row, every face except yours blurring into his peripheral vision, the increasing volume of the screams of the crowd fading into nothing with the way your smile brightens, the closer he gets to you. Realizing how disastrous this could be, Michael’s security lunge forward to lift you over to the barrier, holding back the other fans that try to climb over with you. And then, Michael’s hand is taking yours, holding it so gently, his free hand bringing his mic back to his lips.

“Liberian girl, you came and you changed my world, a love so brand new…” He sings, eyes holding yours with reverie as he guides you by the hand until you’re standing onstage with him.

The very second there’s enough time in between lyrics, Michael lifts your hand to kiss your knuckles, and that shy smile he’s already dreamt of appears on your face again. With the gentlest movement, he pulls you closer to him, inviting you to erase the distance that he’s desperate to be without, and you’re hardly going to hesitate. You let go of his hand to instead wrap both of your arms around his neck, and Michael has never cursed not having a headset more than on the occasion that he can now only hold your waist with one arm because he’s required to use the other to hold up his microphone. Sometimes, the world is too cruel to comprehend, he thinks. Still, a man can't complain about getting to hold you in any capacity.

“More precious than any pearl…” Michael sings, his voice soft in your ear, intimate despite the scale of the concert itself that surrounds you.

Unable to resist the urge a moment longer, he starts to sway with you in time with the music, melting into the most perfect slow dance on a stage with an audience of thousands, but feeling like the only two souls in the universe.

When the song draws to a close with notes that have you ascending to an astral plane, the crowd screams with enthusiasm like never before, and Michael lowers his microphone. Wrapping both arms around your waist at long last, he leans to your ear to ensure that you can hear him.

“I prayed I’d see you again.” He tells you, his voice so sincere.

“You must be on pretty good terms with God, then.” It’s all you can do to prevent yourself from collapsing in his arms at words like the ones he just spoke.

“I think I must be.” Michael chuckles. “Now, I owe him more than ever.” His arms tighten around your waist, and your heart splutters in your chest.

Knowing that this moment is one that needs to be put on hold for now, Michael sighs, moving one hand to hold the back of your head.

“Would you mind waiting for me, backstage?” He wonders, and when you shake your head into the crook of his neck, his entire body relaxes with relief.

“See you after. Break a leg.” You wish Michael luck, surprising him with a kiss on his cheek and then stepping away from him.

His hand trails down your arm, to your wrist, and holds your hand for every microsecond he can until you slip from his grasp, but his smile is unwavering. Michael watches you leave, waiting until you’re safely situated backstage with his best security guard at your side, and then he blows you a kiss that you catch in an instant. With an effortless, expert kick in the air, Michael breaks into his next song. And he cant help looking over at you longingly every so often, just to check the perfect vision of you is still there, still waiting for him. Still smiling at him.

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[principled-uncertainty]

“I just… how am I ever going to be enough for you? You’re so perfect, so gorgeous, and I’m just me. It doesn’t even make sense to me that you’re with me.”

“Honey, what-”

“-And it makes me so, so scared that someday you’re going to realize it too, and you’re going to leave me, and I won’t even be able to say that it was wrong. Because it wouldn’t be. Because you deserve better anyways.”

“No, no absolutely not. First of all, I deserve… what? I deserve to lose the love of my life? I deserve to get my heart broken? No, I don’t, and I know that’s not what you meant, either. Angel, I… I love you. So, so much. And it’s not even a question of what one or the other of us deserves — even though I know you deserve all the love I could ever give you and more.”

“Yes, it is a que-”

“Because all of those things you’re afraid of? I’m afraid of them too. Terrified. I’m half convinced I’ll wake up one day and you’ll be gone. But that’s how I know it’ll never come true. Because the worst thing in your mind is that I’ll leave, and the worst thing in my mind is that you’ll leave, and if the both of us are so desperate to keep loving each other, then there’s nothing in the world that could keep us apart.

I read somewhere that love isn’t something that just… happens to you. It isn’t a mysterious thing that comes and goes on a whim, it’s something you do. It’s an action you take every day, it’s something you choose to hold onto. And if I have any choice in the world, I’m going to keep loving you.

I know I can’t get rid of all your insecurities in one conversation. If you believe that you don’t deserve me, no matter how much I know that isn’t true, I can’t make it all okay with a few words. But I can ask you to believe in me. Believe that when I say I love you more than life itself, I mean it. ”

“I… okay, yeah. I trust you. I believe you. I’ll believe in myself someday too, I think, you’ll just have to give me some time.”

“You’ve got all the time in the world, love, ‘cause I’m not going anywhere.”

#not completely happy with this but it’s time to post it anyways #feel free to imagine either you or your f/o as blue or red #self shipping #f/o community #self ship #f/o #self ship community #f/o x s/i #romantic f/o #imagine your f/o #f/o imagines #self ship imagines

[youfoundme-not]

More than friends - Felix 2/8

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Felix x female Reader (Idol AU)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: It’s your childhood friend’s birthday and he’s been really curious on trying something. Little did you know, that the two of you would then take it to the bedroom.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Vaping, swearing, drinking, nicknames (baby), mentions of masturbating, blowjob, unprotected sex, creampie

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 2.3k

𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝟏𝟖+

You were all gathered in a circle on the living room floor. It was Felix’s birthday and obviously, Han decided to invite the whole K-pop industry. (Or well, it felt like the whole industry because of how crowded the room was).

You were sitting between Nayeon and Minho, enjoying your soju with Minho.

“Okay Hyunjin, truth or dare,” Mingi asks.

“Dare” Hyunjin smirks.

“Okay, I dare you to do ‘Seven minutes in Heaven’ with Soyeon”

Everyone reacts excitedly to this when we see them enter the closet but you can’t stop staring at Felix.

It’s ironic for you to say that you’ve fallen for your childhood friend but in reality, you have.

The two of you met in kindergarten when he stood up for you, and since then, you’ve been inseparable. You’ve never seen him as anything but a friend until around junior year.

The two of you both shared a dream to debut someday so you two made sure to work hard together. This also meant you’ve started noticing the way he hit the gym.

It’s been three years since and you two manage to debut but that hasn’t changed the way your stomach turns around him.

You all watch as Hyunjin steps out of the closet covered with hickeys on his neck. We all cheer for him as he comes out with a slight smile as the two sit back down.

“Um Nayeon, truth or dare?” He chuckles, still blushing from Soyeon.

“Dare” she grins

You’ve had several reasons why you’ve never confessed to Felix. Other than the obvious reason that you didn’t want to ruin your friendship. It was also because Nayeon seemed to be going for Felix too.

Yes, you admittedly think Nayeon is ‘fake’ per se, but you see how well she and Felix click and you didn’t want to ruin that. Since then, you’ve put distance between you two, and admittedly, it hurts that he doesn’t seem to notice.

You watch as Nayeon completes her dare and drinks a whole bottle of Soju in under a minute. She smiles and perks herself up as you roll your eyes getting a chuckle out of Minho.

“Felixx” she hiccups “Truth or Dare?”

“Oh um, truth” he chuckles softly.

You watch as Nayeon tries to put her cleavage a bit more on display “If you had to fuck one girl in this room, who would it be?”

Felix looks around the circle until his eyes stop at you. “I guess Y/n, we’ve known each other longest so I guess it’ll make sense”

You smirk slightly at the response as Nayeon's smile drops. “I think I need to go for a small breather” you chuckle walking onto the balcony.

You pull out your vape and take a deep breath of it until Minho steps out with you.

He’s one of the few who knows about your smoking habits. And he’s one of the little who smokes too.

“Want a cig?” He says pulling out a packet.

“Felix hates the smell, either way, Chan’s here. He’d kill us both if he found out” You explain going back to your vape.

“He’d kill us if he saw your vape as well” Minho smirks lighting his cigarette.

“Well I can pretend it’s perfume or something”

Minho chuckles a bit taking a puff of his cigarette. “Still swooning over Felix?”

You take a deep sigh “No, it’s his birthday and I respect him as my friend, that’s why I’m not smoking” you explain but the two of you both know that that’s bullcrap. Especially from how addictive the nic is.

“He likes you too,” Minho says.

“No, he doesn’t-“ “Well he talks about you a lot”

The two of you stand in silence for a bit. Deep down you hoped what he said was true.

It was becoming the end of the party and you could see people leaving. Minho, Chan, and you stayed behind to clean up a bit. After all, it was the least you could do since his gift hadn’t arrived.

“I’m going to step outside,” you say once again.

Minho rolls his eyes but continues to clean so Chan doesn’t catch on to your frequent “breathers”.

You step outside and pull out your vape.

“Strawberry?” Felix chuckles as he stands next to you. “My favourite fruit”

You watch as he walks over, resting on the balcony's railing.

“Well, I know you hate the smell of cigarettes” you chuckle softly.

He stares at you briefly, almost as if in shock.

“You know…I always wonder if vapes taste as good as they smell” he says looking back at the city view.

“And what? You just think I’ll let you taste it? Chan would kill me” You say.

He chuckles facing you. “Well, I’ve known you longest, and it’s the least you can do since you don’t have a gift for me.” He smirks, bringing himself closer.

You look up at him and roll your eyes. “I’ve told you already, it arrives tomorrow.” You explain jokingly hitting his chest.

He looks down at your face, nose almost touching. “What’s wrong with me being curious?”

“What if you get addicted?” You say, occasionally stealing a glance of his lips.

Fuck, why does his lips look so soft?

“Please?” He says softly.

You scoff, taking another hit of your vape.

He lifts your head up to look at him, smoke leaving your mouth.

“A small taste, that’s all I ask,” He says softly.

Fuck, why is he so hot? All he wants to try is your vape, but he is so close to your face you could feel butterflies build up.

“Fine” you mumble as you lift the vape up.

He moves his hand slightly behind your neck. “I was thinking of trying it differently” he smiles. “Can I?”

Shock struck your face. “We shouldn’t…”

“Y/n, you heard what I said inside” he chuckles warmly. “If there’s anyone I would do anything with, it’s you.”

Though you were growing butterflies, you also were growing more and more paranoid on what will happen next. And Felix could notice. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“Y/n, I know we can get through anything. But, I won’t force you if you’re uncomfortable” Felix expressed before mumbling a bit. “Do you…do you hate me?”

You look at him confused, “Felix, I could never hate you”

“Then why are you so distant?”

You stay silent for a moment, “I see how you and Nayeon hit it off, I was just doing a favour”

“Doing who a favour? Not me. I want you in my life Y/n” Felix says almost straight away.

You take another hit of your vape, processing everything that has just happened. “Do you still want a taste?” You ask.

You knew what would happen next, you were very aware that this could lead to a long night, but what if…what if Minho was right?

“It’s you Y/n, of course” He smirks and presses his lips against yours. At first, it was soft, gentle, almost sweet. But as both hands caressed your cheek, it only grew more profound and passionate.

His hand slowly move down and wraps around your waist. “How much further will you let me take tonight?”

You stay quiet. You’ve always thought about him, and admittedly, thought multiple times about what it would be like to fuck him. You never thought his birthday would be the day

“I mean…you are the birthday boy” You respond, getting a slight chuckle in response.

He didn’t hesitate to quickly take you to his room to kiss you passionately.

“Y/n, I’ve thought about you so much” he mumbles between kisses.

“Is that right?”

“Fuck- so much baby, so so much”

This was a new side of him that you’ve never seen. A mix of neediness and yet, dominance. He could command you to do anything and you’d do it. After all, that’s what friends do, help each other out, or whatever you’d call this.

You slowly move to the bed where you sit him down before breaking the kiss apart. His eyes followed as you sat on your knees, between his legs.

“You want this too right?” He asks, leaning forward to kiss your lips softly. Ensuring that you weren’t feeling like you had to do this.

“I want this too.” You ensure helping him unbuckle his pants.

You watch as his jeans fall down, leaving him sitting in his boxers.

“You have no idea how much I think about you” he sighs softly as you help remove his boxers, letting his cock feel the air.

“Why don’t you tell me?” You smile, moving your hand up and down his shaft, leaving a kiss on his tip.

His body shakes slightly as he closes his eyes. He nods a soft yes and you slowly place his tip in your mouth.

“Fuck- every time you come over- I-I end up jerking off” he admits shakily as your head bops on his length.

You hum softly, the vibration causing a small groan to escape. “I’ve pictured this a hundred times” he continues.

His hand finds their way down to your head where he brings you down deeper. He starts gasping at the pace, trying to keep his hips in place.

“Fuck baby, the second we debuted and I saw you in those skirts- I couldn’t help myself since” he says, slowly opening his eyes once more.

He could cum at the sight of you, and you could feel him twitch in your throat as he wiped away a tear from your cheek.

“Let me make you feel good baby, please?” He says and you slowly move your lips off him, placing a soft kiss on his tip once more.

Felix helps you sit on his bed where he starts to remove your singlet. As he slowly continues to touch your body, his hand wandering between your legs.

“So wet, just for me?” He asks

“Only you” you respond.

Felix reaches into his drawer and sighs in defeat. “I…I don’t have a condom”

You know you’re on birth control, you’ve been on it since high school. But you’ve never actually risked not having a condom on until today.

“I guess it’s your lucky day” you mumble and he looks at you in shock. “I’m on the pill, and-“

You didn’t have to say any more before he smashed his lips on you.

“Why can’t it be my birthday every day?” He grins between kisses, as his hand lowers your panties.

You were left in your skirt, and quite frankly, he loved it.

Felix’s hand comes to rub a few circles around your clit, he hesitated for a moment before sliding his finger into the wetness between your legs.

a small moan escapes your lips as you feel his fingers thrust softly into you.

“Fuck," Felix groaned as he felt the heat and wetness of your pussy against his fingers. His other hand found its way to your breast, as he pulled away from the kiss, his breathing heavy.

He removes his tank top, his body now on full display. He leaves a trail of kisses on your shoulder, laying you down on his bed as you feel his length rubbing against your clit.

“Want to feel you raw” you whisper as desire and lust flush through him.

“You don’t need to ask me twice” and without wasting time he slides his length slowly into you, letting you adjust bit by bit. A low groan escapes his mouth as he feels you fresh.

Your hips buck slightly as a soft moan escapes your lips. Felix’s eyes were focused solely on you as he took his time finding your depth, pushing into you until he was fully sheathed within your wet heat. He gripped your hips tightly, holding you still as he began to move.

He couldn't believe how wet you were, how hot and tight you felt around his length. The sensations were overwhelming, fueling an intensity inside him like nothing he had ever felt before.

You could feel each thrust grow stronger every time, letting more moans escape from your mouth. As he continues, you couldn’t help but feel your climax build up in your core.

Felix groaned as he felt your tight walls contract around him. He couldn't hold back anymore and began to thrust harder and faster, using his hips to grind against you. Feeling your body react only made him lose control even more, his own need escalating with each thrust.

He starts kissing your shoulder, becoming a blabbering mess with each growing thrust. “So pretty yeah? All mine, fuck- you like that right? I can feel you clenching-“

Your moans become to grow louder. “Felix, I’m close” You gasp, feeling his hand move from your hip to your clit, roughly massaging it as he continued to pound into you.

his tongue tangles with yours in a rough, possessive kiss. His hips slammed against you again and again, each time driving deeper inside. The room was filled with your combined moans and grunts as you reached your peak together.

You could feel his warm seed inside you slowly drip out as he softly thrust into you, helping you ride out your wave.

“You’re okay baby, you’re okay“ he comforts as his pace becomes slower and slower until he finally stops the speed.

He holds you gently, pulling himself out of you.

“Are you okay? Was it okay? Do you need anything?” He checks up on you as you rest your forehead on his shoulder.

“It was good…so good” you chuckle and he slowly joins the chuckle too.

“Let’s get you some sleep” he smiles as he brings himself next to you.

Felix pulls out his phone to check the time and his eyes grow wide at a notification.

𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘: 𝚆𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘: 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 ;)

The two of you forgot that Minho and Chan were helping you clean the house. Though it didn’t matter now, you were finally in the arms of your best friend.

© youfoundme-not 2023 - copying, translating and/or stealing my work is prohibited ♡

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[callsign-rogueone]

letters from samara - g.t.

Garrick Tavis x reader (Angel!) part of my Valentine’s Day celly! 💕 words: 1.0k 🏷: FOURTH WING AND IRON FLAME SPOILERS, part of my Garrick and Angel series, so read that first for context! no other warnings, just kinda soft and sad.

Someone drops a thick envelope onto the table in front of you. “From Samara. They said it was important.”

Samara. Brennan had told you that’s where Garrick and Xaden are. Your hands shake as you open the seal, but you relax at the familiar slant of Garrick’s handwriting. 

My angel,

I will start with what I know you’re most worried about: I am alive, I am safe, and so is X. He’s brooding in the corner of the room right now -- he’s not taking it well being apart from Vi, but command has allowed them visits every two weeks for Tairn and Sgaeyl’s sakes. 

We both miss you more than words can describe. I wish I could have said goodbye before we left, or that we could have taken you with us, but X wouldn’t hear arguments from anyone. I have never seen him that serious about anything before. 

I’m so sorry, angel. For all of it, everything. You didn’t deserve to be put through any of that, and I know how deeply it hurt you. It was terrifying to see you that way, so drained and cold. I can’t imagine what it felt like. 

Promise me you’ll take care of yourself, my love. You are the most kindhearted person I’ve ever known, and I love that about you, but you have to think of your own needs as well. You deserve peace and rest, especially now. Sleep in as long as you want, make time for your meditation. I’m sure the gardens would appreciate your attention as well; I swear you could make roses grow in dry sand as long as you smiled at them every day. 

I couldn’t bear to burn anything of yours, knowing that your heart still beats. I kept the things I thought to be most important to you and took them here with me. I will return them to you as soon as I can, but they are a comfort to me now — my room here feels like it did at Basgiath, with little touches of you scattered around. I keep watching the door, thinking that any moment you’ll come knocking to walk to class with me, or if I reach across the bed in the morning, you’ll be beside me again. I don’t know when I’ll see you next, but I know in my heart that I will. There is nothing and no-one that could keep me from you. 

Yours always,

G

On the sheet below, another.

Until I can lay by your side and tell you about my days, I’ll keep writing to you about them instead.

Being here feels like being a fresh cadet all over again, but different -- bottom of the food chain, getting the shifts nobody wants, but at least we don’t have to constantly prove our strength like we did in our first year at Basgiath, and we already have our dragons. 

One of Chradh’s relatives is here, which is cool. I think they’re cousins? They look damn near identical. I walked up to the wrong one on the flight line the other day -- thankfully the guy has a better sense of humor than Chradh, but I’m never making that mistake again.

Every rider here seemed to know exactly who we were when we arrived. Some of them have been more subtle with their distaste for us than others, but nobody’s been dumb enough to try anything -- probably because we look like we can fight, and because Sgaeyl is fucking terrifying, even more so now that she’s separated from Tairn. 

I just got off a 12-hour patrol shift, and I’m exhausted, but it’s hard to sleep without you here. I don’t think we’ve ever been apart this long in our lives. Being without either of you has never even felt like a possibility before; it’s always been us three together through the good and the bad. Someday it’ll be like that again, I know it will.

Brennan is the best mender I have ever known. If you choose, he can help you strengthen your ability, but please don’t push yourself too far. I need you to be in one piece when I get back. 

There are three more sheets underneath, one in Xaden’s rough script and two more from Garrick, the last dated four days ago -- likely the day he’d sent it. 

You realize what an incredible risk it was to write to you at all. It wouldn’t take a genius to put together that X is Xaden, that you’re hiding in Aretia, that you’d faked your death, or rather that your friends had faked it for you. How many hands did these pages pass through to reach you? How many others out there are on your side? 

You bring a hand up to cover your yawn, realizing how tired you are. The sun has gone down, a small mage light the only thing illuminating the corner of the study that you occupy. It’s likely nearing midnight.

“The letters and the books will still be there in the morning,” Tab says gently. “Sleep. You’ve had a long day.”

You look down at the torn piece of fabric you’ve been staring at for the last four hours. It has not yet sewn itself back together, no matter how hard you concentrated or “cleared your mind”, how gently you touched it. You’d even asked it nicely, but it did not dignify you with a response.

You set the letters aside for a moment, stacking up the books that you’d found in the house’s library about mending and placing them in a neat pile in the corner of the table you’ve been sitting at every evening for the last week. You fold the black cotton into quarters, setting it atop the pile -- you’ll try again tomorrow.

You can’t help but smile as you tuck the letters back into the envelope, brushing your fingers over the wax seal.

Garrick is right, this is the longest you’ve ever been apart, but as you gaze out the window into the starry sky, holding the letters he’d written you, the distance between you doesn’t seem that far.

#garrick and angel #garrick tavis #garrick tavis x reader #mine #fourth wing #fourth wing x reader #reader insert #trying to write as gare was a Challenge lol

[minimoxha]

Tangled

Summary: After his wife and daughter died he thought he lost everything. However, you for some reason, you’d didn’t disappear. So, Miguel locked you up. He had to find some way to protect you so you couldn’t be taken from him like Gabriella. What better way to do that then keep you in his dimension where he could get to you in case of anything.

Warnings: Low key bad parenting, Mother knows best lyrics, Cussing if you squint. Maybe bad Spanish, things I grew up listening to.

W/C:

A/n This might be bad, it’s been a long time since i’ve written fanfic so bare with me! If you want a part two or three because i’ll prolly make a part too just let me know. And please give me some good Miguel and hobie fanfics down below!

Part two to this is posted: here

series masterlist is here

Even without a spider sense, Miguel could tell that something was up. The way she kept looking at him as she ate her breakfast, the way she kept shifting in her seat on the bar of their house that was really more of a castle that he forced her in years ago; and the way she was scarfing down her food so fast that it didn't even look like she had swallowed. Miguel liked to think that he knew his daughter pretty well, when her sister and mother died he became the only person she spoke to on a daily basis. However, who she spoke to wasn’t by choice. No, it was by force.

It was because her dad had locked her up in their house in order to ‘protect’ her from the dangers that could possibly be outside. Maybe an anomaly or some silly boy wanting to give you more but heartbreak. Miguel was all about protecting his one and only. You weren't bored in the house until now, your 18th birthday had finally been the day that cleaning, art, knitting, sewing and any of the other hobbies your dad had brought home for you to try became too tiring for your newly adult brain. You wanted to see the fireworks that unknowingly to you, Miguel set off every year in celebration for you. You wanted to meet actual people instead of being cooped up in the same boring house (Even if it was Huge!) every single day. It never actually rang to Miguel that one day, protecting you meant letting you out of his grasp at least once. Which is also why this time; he couldn't pinpoint what exactly was wrong with his daughter this time around.

“Que paso?” Miguel asked, food still in his mouth and turning to his daughter who had the same look on her face.

“It’s my birthday dad” His daughter, Y/n answered. She still had the smile on her face, when has Miguel ever said no to his daughter? Every single day she’d ask “when can I go out?” He’d always tell her someday and her eighteenth birthday had to be the day, Right? “I want to see the fireworks as my birthday present.”

Miguel’s eyes looked at her empty, as if there were no thoughts whatsoever behind his eyes. Except, all he could think about was holding Gabriella and you in his arms when she completely glitched and disappeared. The world risks something that would take his baby, his daughter, the thing that he fights for every single time he defeats an anomaly.

“You can see them from the window, you see them every year mami. Why is it so special this year?” (I see a lot of people using mami sexually but my dad and aunts called me and my sister mami as a nickname so that's what it’ll be!)

“I want to see them up close, outside dad. I’m tired of staying here all day every day. I need sun” She spoke, making Mig’s fist clench harder and harder on his fork, it was just about breaking now, minutes from that if he kept it up. “Please dad, I’m old enough to take care of myself. I’m eighteen! I can’t stay here forever with you. I want to go and have a life, meet people, make memo-”

“You speak as if you know so much about making a life. Mija, you know how dangerous it is out there. You are too naive, gullible, and ditzy to think that you will be safe with people waiting to mug you the moment you step foot from this house. I’m saying this because I love you. The final answer is no.” Miguel growled before finally snapping his fork in half and letting a sigh out. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair before taking the two clean bowls to the kitchen leaving his daughter to sit– dreams broken and in silence. Did he really completely turn her down? Suddenly, the girl felt her face heat up and her eyes develop that certain wetness that always came around on her birthday, never this early though. What coule she do now? What would happen now? Would she be stuck here forever without any way to get outside?

The familiar voice of her father woke her out of her thoughts. He came over, Putting an arm around his daughter as she leaned into his touch, sniffling. “Don’t cry, Mija. This is for the best so nothing will happen to you.” She nodded into his arms, not convinced. Miguel sighed and grabbed her head with his hand, turning the girl to face him. He could see the sadness that lied on his daughters face. However, he’d rather hurt her feelings then have her be hurt by anyone else. Why would she want to go out there when he could give her anything she ever wanted, easily. “Mija, I’m saying this because I love you. I want to protect you, tú entiendes.” The girl nodded and her dad kissed her forehead before leaving the house without even so much as a bye to his daughter. .

She didn’t understand. Why was it that every teen that she saw on the tv and her computer were able to go live outside their houses and have fun. Make memories like parties and Malls and games? Why was the world so dangerous for her but not for everyone else? The girl got up and walked to the kitchen where Miguel left his and her dirty dishes in the sink. She had to clean again, even on a day as special as her birthday. It was almost like, he didn’t even care. The girl turned on music, a group called Exon, the group was home to her dimension and happened to be dropping by for a concert in Nueva York. She was contemplating asking to go but Miguels answer would probably be the same as always. A no. Y/n felt those familiar tears well up in her eye before the sound of her window opening sprung her away from the music. Whoever was trying to break in, was really loud with it. Quickly, she grabbed whatever was closest to her- A frying pan and continued to the Dining room hesitantly.

Millions of thoughts were racing through the girls head. Who was breaking in? How did they get past the security system even she couldn’t break? Was what miguel said true? Were people really waiting on you in order to kill or rob you? Her thoughts disappeared when she stood in the entryway , seeing nothing but an empty dining room. She stood hands on her hips, questioning if maybe what she heard was apart of the song and the alarm system blaring was just an accident.

“‘Ello love, Have you seen this big man wearing a red and black spandex suit? He looks like a clown almost.” With a gasp, The girl turned to face another spider-man, just like your father. But this one was different, he was wearing clothes along with the suit. The suit even had cool little spikes on his head. She couldn’t stop herself from staring at him in awe, her eyes only widened when the man took his mask off. He was brown skin with Wiks Littering his head. She could tell that he grew his hair out for a while to achieve as much hair he had. Piercings littered his face, adding to the rocker touch that the man already gave. She dropped the pan to the floor and scrambles to get her thoughts together. So he was another spider-man, looking for her father. A cute spider-man at that.

Of course, she knew about Hq and the whole dimension things but usually people contacted him through his watch and not his phone. So how was he here and not through the hologram? It’d been ages since she’s seen another person other than her dad, it almost didn’t feel real or right to be here, looking at someone. “My names Y/n. My dad- My dad’s not here right now actually he just left.” She said, looking everywhere but in the eyes of the spiky spider-man. “What’s your name? You’re a spider-man just like him?”

The man gave a nod before walking through the house and taking a closer look. The girl followed right behind him watching him with wide eyes as he checked out the house. The two ended up right in the kitchen. “I’m sorry- who are you? Why are you roming my house like you know it?” She Was now defensive, arms crossed and shifted on one leg. If men had anything it was the audacity to roam her house without an intoxication at least.

“Right. Names Hobbie Brown.”

Thanks for reading! I hope y’all enjoyed that, it’s been a long time since i’ve written so i’ll try to produce better things next time! Until then,

#fanfic #xreader #minimoxha #black!reader #anime #hobie brown x reader #miguel o'hara #atsv memes #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #hobie brown #tangeled #astv fic #astv x reader #astv #astv hobie #astv miguel #Tangeled au

[h0ney-gl0ws]

Hades boys! When you’re in an argument!

This is my take on how the hades boys would react if you were to get into an argument

Very minor spoilers for Hypnos’ locked heart event.

Word Count: 1,247 (Approx)

Zagreus

-Zagreus is friendly with all people of the house of hades, so with that comes questions. Lots and lots of questions.

-How could he not? He’s interested in you and wants to show he cares by learning all about you.

-Until the inevitable happens and he asks a question too personal for your taste. Naturally, you get snippy with him.

-He’ll immediately apologize, but it’ll be in vain. You lecture him about diving into other people’s personal business, and send him away.

-Zagreus would feel pretty bad about it after. He meant no harm or malice. He was simply curious, and his own lack of common sense caused him to upset you. He decides to take matters into his own hands once again, and try to make it up to you.

-Over the course of his next few runs, he gathers nectar and hopes to run into you. When he finally does catch up to you again, you have had time to cool off, and before he could apologize to you, you beat him to it.

-“I’m sorry Zagreus,” You start, “I didn’t mean to blow up at you I was just angry in the moment. You didn’t know that would offend me, and instead of yelling at you I should have instead explained that I didn’t want to answer the question, forgive me?”

-“What? No, its really me who should be apologizing to you. You were right about me getting involved in things that aren’t my business. I’m really sorry for offending you, I didn’t mean to. Please accept this apology gift of nectar. I hope I can make it up to you someday.” He says presenting the pristine bottle to you.

-You smile, accepting the gift. You give him a hug and suggest sharing the bottle in the lounge. Zagreus says he’d like that, and (at Zagreus’ insistence) you would discuss your boundaries regarding questions. As well as telling him a bit about yourself you don’t mind sharing.

-Next time Zagreus sees you it’s on much better terms, and you’re happy to answer any questions he might have as long as he sticks to your agreement.

Thanatos

-Thanatos is naturally dark and brooding, but don’t mistake that for anger. As he is actually very sweet when it comes down to it, if not a bit abrupt.

-However, that does not mean he doesn’t get cross with people. Especially when it comes down to his work.

-When you first arrived at the house of hades, you automatically took a liking to him. His visits to the house were far and few in between, but when he did show up, you bet you were taking advantage of the opportunity.

-You even got a job at the administrative chambers to try and get more chances to talk to him.

-Whenever he delivered reports to you, you would try to engage in conversation.

-His answers were always short and direct, but you’d take what you could get. He’d often disappeared right after as well. Leaving you a little disappointed.

-One day, the rare occurrence of him being in the house came around. The prince walking away after chatting with him and giving you a small wave. You just finished collecting a few reports from Hypnos and you have a few moments to spare.

-“Hey Thanatos!” You shout out.

-“Why must you insist on bothering me so when we both have jobs to do?” He replied.

-“What?”

-“I’m very busy every day, yet every time i must interact with you, you postpone my duties with idle chatter. Why?”

-You scoff, “I’m just being friendly, I didn’t realize your such a workaholic you can’t spare a few seconds to answer how you’ve been.”

-“I suggest you worry more about yourself and your work ethic before criticizing mine.”

-With the toll of a gong he was gone, and you were upset.

-As the weeks past by every time, Thanatos would deliver a report to you, you’d give him the cold shoulder. He often look at you expectantly, but you wouldn’t mutter a peep to him. You didn’t want to disturb his oh so important work after all.

-Eventually, Zagreus was the one to get fed up with your silent feud. Bringing the topic up to Than the next time he got the chance. Than relented that maybe he was too harsh in his treatment of you. After all you were just trying to be friendly. Even though it’d hurt his pride, he promised Zagreus he’d talk to you.

-Sure enough, he took the next chance he could to talk to you. He told you he didn’t realize how much he missed your pointless questions. That he simply didn’t want to be held up with his work, as it very important for death to be punctual and he got annoyed with you because of it. You said you understood, but really you just wanted to get to know him better. How you didn’t realize it was holding him up at all. He admitted he overreacted, and made a promise to you the next time you both had a break, to spend time with you.

-You told him you’d hold him to that promise

Hypnos

-It’s no secret Hypnos has his flaws. Yes, he can be lazy, gets easily sidetracked, and often sleeps on the job, but being one of the few people who smile around here, he actually drew you in.

-On the rare occurrences he’d actually be awake, he’d often try to engage in conversation with the shades. Most would ignore his antics, all but you.

-You’d entertain his silly chats, coming to quite enjoy the time you’d spend together. It was a breath of fresh air to have someone cheerful to hang around.

-Then, the time came when you asked him to join you for a break. A time to hangout together and do things important to you.

-He agreed but when the time came for you to meet…he didn’t show up.

-You sought him out feeling a bit hurt he’d abandon your plans like that. After shaking him awake, he spoke excuse after excuse, promising you it wouldn’t happen again and he’d meet you the next time.

-You conceded, it was only one time, it really could have been an honest mistake.

-Until it happened again, and again, and again…

-By this point you were hurt, frustrated, and disappointed. So, you got angry with Hypnos. Saying that the things people said about him were true. How he’s a self absorbed lowlife who never takes anything seriously and only cares about himself.

-After that a few weeks pass by with you not running into Hypnos. Rumors spurred that he was…actually working? Apparently you weren’t the only person to blow up at him that day.

-Hypnos appeared in front of you later, and apologized for missing out on the times you tried to get to know him. He said that his twin Thanatos really made him have a realization into getting his work in check, and the importance of proper priorities. He ended his schpeal by saying he’d start prioritizing you when he got the chance, and invited you to spend some time with him the next time he got a break.

-This time he was true to his word.

#hades supergiant #zagreus hades #thanatos hades #hypnos hades #zagreus x reader #thanatos x reader #hypnos x reader #h0ney-gl0ws works! #headcanon

[rainre]

about Willy/Findo. . . I simply rewrote what I wrote in Russian to couple of my friends.

DO NOT take it seriously. Please.

why does it exist? because Findo seems like an emotional person, very emotional. most likely, as a Middlewood resident, he is afraid of Willy Mack. terribly afraid. Willy didn’t choose him as a victim on purpose, the guy just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. . . But Willy will realize later that in a sense he has found a treasure, an ideal victim for his sadistic nature.

‼️TW? I'm not sure if this is necessary, but mention of suffocation, hint of cannibalism (that was an interesting theory or headcanon that Willy might be a cannibal and it fits this idea).

Kidnapping and maximum abuse. It’s fun with Findo, he’s terrified, almost fainting, cries, shys away, he seems to be trying to break free, but he is so afraid that he simply obeys. And absolutely seriously, he simply understands that anyway his life is in danger. And maybe if he resists, Willy will hurt him faster. Does he want pain? Not a bit, he's afraid of it. And what makes him even more afraid is undisguised sadism: if Willy star to hurt him, he is unlikely to stop.

This is how we begin. Willy regulary brings Findo almost to his limits on purpose, without actually doing anything. Because even a permanent violation of personal space will be enough. The guy is already in tension, he was fucking kidnapped by a serial killer known for his cruelty. An abundance of affectionate, but persistent hugs, touches on the arms, neck (it’ll be enough to strangle Findo a couple of times so that every time Willy’s fingers approach this area he will cause a plaintive, tearful “please. . .") definitely won't be pleasant, only more tension. Everything will result not in murder, but in torture and incomplete restriction of life.

And in the end, Findo will get used to it. Gradually he will completely stop twitching while being touched in any way. The brain is an interesting thing, amazing, and one of its wonderful properties is getting used to any conditions. It can really get used to anything (there was a terrible example of this in one film: Jews in a concentration camp had the opportunity to escape. Someone shout to them “run, you can escape!” and some of them really ran... But a considerable part of people were just standing. They're used to bullets, they're used to seeing death, they're used to it. They're so broken that they can't see the point in trying to save their life). Findo will sit humbly, he will already accept the hands on his neck, it doesn’t matter whether they gently stroke or strangle him until his mind becomes clouded, he will accept it without frightened pleading mumbling, as a matter of course, because this will become a must, it will be ordinary life.

And maybe someone will someday find out where all of Findo’s haters disappeared one after another, if anyone even finds such a connection (it’s unlikely, no one will know that on the day of their disappearance two will eat strange-tasting meat, and this, perhaps an important part of such a story).

#lets find larry #findo let's find larry #let's find larry #willy mack

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

Analysing Benkei & Wakasa's tattoos and clothes on their volume cover !

Starting with Benkei’s tattoo :

First, the Mitsudomoe, the spinning thingies the bulls have on their head/as their head. It is associated with samurai, martial arts and the God of War Hachiman. It can symbolize several things such as : life, water, protection, man-earth-sky, earth-heaven-underworld…

I couldn’t find much about cows/bulls in Japan. But there’s still Akabeko (‘red bull’) that I can talk about, although I don’t see how it can be linked to Benkei (maybe it’ll come to me later).

They aren’t popular animal in Japan, they don’t hold a huge cultural importance/influence (unlike foxes, turles, koi or cranes for example). They are associated with the god Tenjin, god of scholars, academics and learning. In Aizu, they are said to have saved the people from a smallpox epidemic.

And an important fact : it’s Ragnarok’s emblem.

He was barely 14 when BD was created. Actually, his birthday had been the week prior ! And he already got his tattoo, so he was 13 at most when he got tattoed. Probably when he became Ragnarok 3rd Generation leader, perhaps before ? We don’t know how he got into Ragnarok after all. And here’s the thing, 13 isn’t the oldest a tr character was when they got tattooed – Draken & Mitsuya where like 10 – but Benkei’s tattoos, 1. cover his pectorals and upper-arms, like some irezumi, Yakuza tattoo, 2. it’s Ragnarok emblems. The only other characters I can think of that got their gang/organisation tattooed on their body are Bonten members. And they aren’t 13 or younger.

Benkei got a full Irezumi, although with rather tribal art/not traditional japanese art/not how Irezumi commonly look (and also i don’t think he got anything on his back) at age 13 or younger.

The ‘why’ lies in his backstory which we can only make suppositions on (since we don’t have it ofc). He (and Wakasa) could have been around delinquents (notably, the previous Ragnarok leaders) as a child. And if that happened before 1992 and the anti-gangs laws (which were really anti-yakuza only), then, yes, he could’ve gotten a full-irezumi that young, thinking he’d become a yakuza someday (which Ragnarok leaders 1 & 2 probably did)

Ragnarok should mean a lot to him to get such imposing tattoos on his body.

Now, about Wakasa.

The only visible thing are the flowers. They’re don’t seem to be camelias like he has on his Brahman uniform but rather peonies or roses (take that with a pinch of salt, I’m not a flower professionnal). Peonies symbolize honor, bravery, courage, good fortune, wealth, prosperity. It’s is nicknamed ‘the queen/king of flowers’ as well as ‘the rose without thorns’ and is a common filler in irezumi. Roses symbolize the same things as they do in the western flower language – to name the best-known, love and passion.

And then there’s this thing

And I’m going full instinct and say it’s a komainu. Because it’d make SO MUCH sense for Wakasa (and it would for Benkei too!) to have one.

The important things about Komainu for this post are : 1. they’re guardians of sacred places in Japan (such as Buddhist temples and Shinto shrines), ward off evil spirits, are deities’ protectors, and are always in pair 2. most of the time, one has its mouth open, the other has its closed. do you see where i’m coming from and where i’m going.

I don’t need to extant on the first point, you all get it, and the second, I think you do too but –

Wakui really just decided to always make Benkei grin his teeth and Wakasa always (?at least mostly) has his mouth shut. Because. Because they’re Shinichiro’s (and possibly Takeomi’s, most definitely BD as a whole) guardians.

Wakui Ken is a very funny man imo

About their volume cover now, Wakasa keeps his peonies, and add plum or cherry blossoms. I’ll stick with plum, since cherry blossoms are Senju’s flowers. Plum blossom symbolize good fortune, herald of spring and ward off evil spirits.

Benkei is the one to have (opened) camelias (or peonies ! Opened peonies look like that, too, althought with more petals) this time, among waves. Waves symbolize movement, strength, fluidity, life. It compares life to water ; both can be strong and swift but also gentle and calm ; power and resilience.

He has several Mitsudomoe as well which come with Raijin and Fujin (one of the rare things I’m 100 % sure of).

Wakasa was meant to represent Fujin and Benkei Raijin. 1, those two are rivals and fight for the control over the sky 2, Raijin has Mitsudomoe and Fujin wears clothes made of leopard skin 3, Raijin has a red skin – Benkei was nicknamed Red Cliff because of that one time he walked out a fight covered in blood.

Futhermore, Fujin is the god of wind – Wakasa’s fighting style is light and fast – and is nonchalant ; apathetic (as he can be both the calm wind and the storm) – which fits Wakasa’s own personality. Raijin is the god of thunder and owns hammers – like Thor. Both Fujin and Raijin cause troubles but aren’t evil spirits.

And since by analysing Benkei’s tattoos I analyse Ragnarok emblem, have the only thing I figured about to Kodo Rengo’s :

It looks like a raising sun with its rays. The triangle is most likely Wakasa, while the rays (there are 12 of them) are each of the gangs that make up Kodo Rengo. The sun is the source of all life and light and has cleansing powers, yada yada, they were made to rivalize Benkei’s Ragnarok. Plus, the rays kinda look like spears ? You know, to push Ragnarok back ? And it’s also Japan/Japanese Imperial Family/Japan ‘main’ godess, Amaterasu‘s symbol. Wakasa is never beating my those young-master-from-a-yakuza-family allegations. Never.

#also i cant see what is tattooed on benkei’s chest and it’s pissing me off #is it another part of the body of the bulls ? #tr #tokrev #tokyo revengers #tok rev #No wonder Wakasa and Benkei are called living legends. Men were both inspired by Benkei and Yoshitsune no Minamoto + Raijin and Fujin #tr wakasa #tr benkei #tokrev wakasa #tokrev benkei #wakasa imaushi #arashi keizo #arashi keizou #benwaka #black dragon #black dragon first gen

[babyfairy]

i have been crying nonstop all day. tomorrow is my annual family reunion and it’ll be the first one we’ve had since covid and since my grandpa’s passing. the one year anniversary of his death is next month. my parents aren’t going tomorrow and i don’t think most of my siblings are either. there’s been so much fallout since his passing that my dad doesn’t feel good about going and none of us want him to force himself. i 1000% get it. i really do. but god it is excruciatingly painful and having to go and face them all on my own is so daunting for some reason. i’m making a peach cobbler in honor of my grandpa because it was his favorite. i know he’d want at least one of us to be there representing the family so i want to honor him in that way. just like i was too afraid at first to speak at his funeral but i forced myself in the end anyway because it’s what he wanted. i just feel so heavy with grief. watching the strongest man in my life fall to pieces knowing that i’ll be in the same position someday is one of the most painful things i have ever experienced. i don’t know where to put any of this pain. it is so isolating and so lonely. i have never felt this alone in my life. and life around me just keeps moving like normal. it’s hard not to be angry. why won’t the world pause for my grief? why isn’t anyone alarmed about how poorly i’m doing? why do i always feel so left behind? i ask myself the same questions every single day. and there are no proper answers aside from that is just the way life is. it won’t stop for my grief or my pain. there is no one in the world who can magically make it better or make me forget. i know that but it still feels unfair. does that make sense? i can’t catch up. feels like such a waste

#p

[silaslich]

Wayward Soul

Simon “Ghost” Riley

18+ dubcon elements, toxic ghost

Short Drabble from drafts that I want to dump here

A wayward soul.

That’s what you’d call him. Capricious. Following his own depraved inclinations.

He’d been the same since you’d met him. There was no denying his authenticity, for Simon didn’t hide himself; balky yet brash, a dangerous combination. He let you into only a small part of his life, a sliver of his existence, beyond the bedroom door - nothing exists.

Nothing but him.

He’s an enigma, you’ve never met anyone like him, and that’s probably for the best. He’s stubborn and independent, yet he lets his moods be dictated entirely by your attentions and actions. He’s like a child in that sense, again, wayward - he’ll tell you he doesn’t need you and in the same breath he’ll tell you that you’re all he breathes for.

You know he’s lying, ohh that silver tongue of his, it’ll be the death of you someday.

For lack of a metaphor, you know he’d be capable, he’s shown you plenty of times. His palm cupping your throat, pressing down and driving up, choking you out as he whispers filth against the shell of your ear “it’d be so easy” his words punctuated by cruel drives of his hips against your ass, his cock rooting deeper inside of you “don’t think anyone would come knocking if you went quiet, d’you?”. You moan and he laughs, it’s cruel and drawn out, much like your orgasm thereafter is, there’s always a pull and a push.

There’s often a precipice, you’re shoved to its edge, the words “this is what you could’ve won” bounce around your mind as you observe the nothingness that lies below. You wish he’d let you fall, instead he barely holds you back, he puts the ball in your court - but he and you both know that you could never bring yourself to do it.

That’s why you’re here; shoved to your knees, the cold floor biting into the skin covering your shins as Simon fucks your mouth. With one hand fisted in your hair and the other holding your jaw, he keeps you grounded, unable to move away or gain any leverage. He doesn’t even let you breathe on your own terms, he waits until he feels your throat practically close around his cock, until your lungs scream and your eyes roll back in your skull; only then does he allow for a short reprieve for you to gulp down air. His back is bowed forward as he bares his teeth, his eyes watching intently as a mixture of spit and his precome spill over your lips and from the corners of your mouth. He relishes in it, your suffering, your embarrassment. It’s what gets him off, deep down, the depravity of it all.

He grunts, jutting his hips, pressing his cock down against your tongue when he feels you try to pull back, fingernails pressing deep indentations into his thighs where you try to push him away. “Kittens got claws, ey?” He snarls, white teeth biting the air as his lips move, you screw your eyes shut as you choke. It’s a splutter, the noise that leaves you, it sounds wet and crude in your own ears, like a fish gasping when it’s plucked from the sea. Dying.

That’s what it feels like, it feels like you’re dying; starved of air as the warmth of his skin rooting you close burns, it’s a scalding touch, one you can’t pull away from. You cough but it doesn’t make him yield, if anything - it spurs him on. It releases a strangled noise from his throat, pleasure and pain shooting up his spine as you attempt to soothe the ache in your jaw but slacking it, your teeth scraping his cock. He moans loud, unabashed, it bounces off the walls around you and hits you tenfold, it’s almost deafening.

Simon’s pace quickens, he’s chasing the white rabbit, seeking that which he’s come for - the only thing he’s here for. His fingertips grip you so tight you know they’ll bruise, just like last time, and the time before. This is a dance that you have well rehearsed, it’s always the same, you know it off by heart. Soon enough, he crumbles, his spine fractures as he keels forward, hunched over you as he pushes your head further down onto his cock as he dually shoves his hips as far forward as they’ll go. If you thought there was no more room for Simon, he made sure to make room, it’s an impossible fit - and this time you really are chocking. It’s worsened when he cums, thick hot-white ropes of it painting the inside of your throat, stuffed full until it spills out of the gaps where your lips can’t fully wrap around the girth of his cock.

Tears continue to spill over your cheeks and your nails begin to draw blood from this thighs, hoping it grabs his attention, even if he slaps you away or breaks your fingers - it’s more dignity then he’s giving you at that moment. You would try to speak, try to plead, but he can never understand, he merely makes fun of the way your try to talk and beg around his cock, making you feel smaller then he already forces you to be.

With the last few painfully deep thrusts of his hips as he rides out the last waves of his orgasm, he finally, finally, yanks you backward by your hair and his cock pops free from your mouth. It’s pure anguish, the pain in your face and your knees and everywhere else as it vibrates through you, it buzzes under your skin and you can feel it in your blood as your heart hammers painfully in your chest.

He slaps your cheek with a sneer and starts to dress himself, leaving you where he always does, anywhere but his bed.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #call of duty fanfic #cod fanfic #cod modern warfare #cod mw ghost #cod mw2 #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x you #simon ghost smut #ghost cod #dubcon #lichwrites

[l3irdl3rain]

The way you process grief makes total sense to me I think? The babies you take in happen to be the unadoptables and hospice cases, and I think that to be able to be a good parent for those animals, part of that is knowing that you only ever have a limited amount of time with them. I think a lot of average grief displays are kinda based in the fact that most people aren't getting a pet where they're thinking about that inevitable loss and separation from the beginning, instead it comes to them suddenly after many years together. In a way, it feels like you have the time to grieve and process their loss from the moment you adopt them bc you know what you're getting into, so it seems really understandable that your grief process might not seem typical- you're not taking in typical pets!

You don't seem overly clinical or weird about things, you just seem like someone who knows when it's time to let their pet go, and you happen to be very down to earth about that reality. it's easy to tell how much you care about each and every animal that passes through your life, you can see it in the way you care for them and talk about them. (i believe it is an act of love, care, and dedication to be willing to do euthanasia when the time comes)

Anyway sorry for this long message. I just, I know you hear it all the time from everyone on this website, but I really admire what you do and the mindset you do it with. You've made me think real hard about getting an end of life kitty someday, it seems so special and rewarding. I'm grateful for the stuff you share on here. ❤️

Thank you so much for this message, it’s so very sweet. And I really do agree with all of this. It’s not like it’ll ever be easy but I always take in a hospice cat telling myself I’ll be happy with any amount of time, even if it’s just a month or two. That really does make it easier in a way

#ask

[smilesrobotlover]

So for King of the Gerudo you brought up some world building ideas involving the Knights and Maiden titles being the highest honor someone can get, and the Champions being the first examples of non Hylians getting those titles. And as a fellow over thinker in world building, I just can't help but wonder about the different responses people would have to it.

How would the Hylians feel, would they feel it's more deserved and fine, given then Champions had helped save them all during the Calamity, or are there some spiteful ones who see it as an insult to Hylian customs and traditions. Has this spiraled into some people doubting Zelda's choice on the matter, thinking she's putting emotion over reason, choosing to give her friends better titles and disregard their traditions.

Or the Zora and the Rito, both of whom seem to be a little more honor bound. Would some of the more older Zora see it as a passive aggressive way for the Hyrulean Monarch to reiterate that their own Princess is below that of Zelda and the King of Hyrule, that a maiden is still one level below them? Would it lead to people questioning King Dorephan's more passive nature, that perhaps he isn't as outspoken for the Zora's 'honor'? How would the Rito respond to this, who seem to have a little more pride towards their dominion over the sky and their superior archery skills? Is it an insult that Revali was ranked alongside a princess, chieftain, and lord as if a way to cheaply elevate him, almost like a participation trophy?

Or how about some of the Yiga, noting how Impa was dubbed a Maiden but Kogha, in spite of his 'brave' defiance to Ganon, wasn't. Maybe now there are some Yiga who consider this a slight towards them, spawning a very small group of defecting Yiga going against the greater Yiga's reintegration into Hyrulesl's greater collective.

Idk, I'm definitely overthinking all of this and none of this needs answers or any thought put into it, but dang did my brain go a little overboard as I dreamed of this 😅

Oooh yes it’ll be a huge deal. I haven’t thought about the zora situation, but it makes perfect sense! It’s strange how Zelda and Rhoam seem to be of higher authority than Dorephan and mipha, and I think that with the status of a champion and a maiden, a lot of zora will be mad. Idk about the Rito tho, I think they’ll be happy that they’re finally out there, and some Rito may believe that they may be able to reach knighthood or maidenhood someday. But I know some will be upset that it was Revali to be called. But I won’t get into that drama UwU

Some Hylians will be VERY upset about all of this. The people already doubt Zelda’s ability to lead, and to see her accept non Hylians as knights and maidens will seem like breaking tradition, or even blasphemous. Now the soldiers who worked close to her won’t care. They saw how she led battling the calamity, and how she cared for each soldier, so they trust her. But a lot of people like the many gossipers will be upset. They’ll think that Hylians will never have a chance to be called as a knight or a maiden ever again (which isn’t true, those aren’t easy titles to achieve anyways).

Another thing is that it sorta breaks the mold. Knights are meant to parallel the hero, and tho he has a lot of magic, for a lot of incarnations like AOC link, he mostly just uses his fighting skills, not magic. And so to see knights that are proficient at magic will be a big deal, and many people will think that they’re not worthy of a knightly title because of it. Same thing with the maidens. Urbosa, Mipha, and Impa are magically gifted, but they are also very strong fighters. Take away their magic and they’ll still kick your butts. So many people that they’re not worthy of the title of a maiden because of that.

And the yiga…. Oh man… there will be drama with the yiga, and I’m sure a lot of them will be upset, but Impa never defied the Royal family, so she and Kogha’s situation aren’t similar enough to me to cause too much drama. It’s just another instance of the Sheikah being loved by the royal family and not the yiga (but the yiga kinda did that to themselves lol. But I have many thoughts on the yiga for sure)

But yeah overall mostly Hylians and zora will be offended by this. Everyone else may be excited that they’ll have a chance to reach knighthood and maidenhood.

#the people look up to Rhoam more so he’ll really try to take the heat of it all and tell people to calm down #but yeah drama ✨ #asks #king of the Gerudo

[longeyelashedtragedy]

snippet of the beginning of dubcon anthony gordon/frank phonesex fic. set after anthony's england nt callup.

The conversation has been on his mind for months now.  Since Everton.  It traveled with him to Newcastle and it’ll be joining him at St. George’s Park.   He’s even called upon the conversation recently.  To his benefit, he sees, but this wasn’t without its problems.  

When you sell your soul, it might text you from time to time.  

He scrolls through his messages again, resting his thumb on the one he’d responded to.  One swipe left and he could just…delete it.  But instead—the conversation.

You always have to work hard and be smart.  Just like I did, and you’re just like me.

Anthony thought: Am I just like you?

It sometimes took Frank a while to get hard again, but when they had a lot of time together they liked to use every second, so they put in the time until Frank was ready again, kissing and hugging and cuddling and talking.  Anthony had realized Frank loved to hear himself talk.  He played humble, and everyone in YouTube comments was sure that he was— “great guy, top bloke, one of the nicest people you’ll meet.”  And he loved to hear himself talk.

But if something can give you the advantage on top of your hard work—I don’t mean anything illegal—

Yeah, thanks Dad, I know—

—But if anything comes up that you can use to your advantage, don’t be afraid to use it.  If you don’t, everyone else will.  You don’t want your hard work to be for nothing.

The way Frank said the word nothing always stuck with Anthony.  Now, sitting in his parked car, he hears it again in Frank’s accent and feels how the word tickled against his neck back then.  Frank knew his shit when it came to the system.  Things hadn’t always been easy for Anthony.  Some of his teammates had lived a life he never could have lived.  So he didn’t want it to all be for nothing.  

He’d still felt Frank’s breath against his neck when he responded to the gaffer’s text.  And sitting in the car, looking at it among the flood of congratulations, he feels it again, hears the way he always dipped in and out of East London and Press Conference, so many people in that head fighting with each other to stay in and to get out.  Even now, sitting in his car.  He can’t shake it off.

And then make sure you show the proper gratitude.  No matter how big you get, there’s always someone bigger.  They can help you, or hurt you, and they’ll eat their own no matter how proper English you think you are, so always do what you can to make sure they help you.  You understand me?

Yes, gaffer.

My good, smart boy.  I can’t wait to see you shine bigger than Goodison. 

Frank’s come dried onto his cheeks and chin, Frank’s thumb stroking over it.  Stiff on Anthony’s skin when he moved his mouth to speak. 

He shakes the memory off, tries to bring back the buzzing he’s been feeling since the call-up.  He unlocks the car and then he gets the call that he knows has been coming.  GAFFER.  But Eddie is his gaffer now.

And still.  He’s never changed it.

He ignores GAFFER’s call, but he hears Frank’s words in his ear again, as much as a takeover of his senses as Frank’s damp, sticky, soft cock was as it pressed against his ass during that conversation.  He doesn’t remember anything with as many of his senses the way he does his times with Frank.

And then make sure you show the proper gratitude…

And he remembers snuggling against the gaffer’s strong chest, feeling the plump tits and hard nipples brush his back.  Yes, gaffer.  I always will.  You told me you liked that I don’t take things for granted.

That’s right, just how I was raised.  You’re such a good boy, the pride of England someday, I can feel it.  Now.  You’ll help your Frank out with your mouth, won’t you?

He’s not surprised when the missed call does not go to voicemail, and just seconds later, Frank calls again.

It’s late at this point. Frank has a family.  Shouldn’t he be putting his kids to bed, or whatever the fuck he did with his family?  In Everton it was like he was a guy away at his first year at uni.  Staying up late, eating whatever, never mentioning people back in London.  Sometimes they’d come to games—up to Liverpool, or to Everton away—and Anthony tried not to even look in their direction. He could vaguely picture Frank’s famous wife, and his two little kids from his phone wallpaper, and Harry and Jamie Redknapp, but he didn’t want to see them or learn who his aunts sisters nieces nephews were.  He never wanted it to be serious like that.

He answers the second call because the breath burns his neck and the words tickle his ear and Frank’s thick Everton body presses against him, urges him.

“…Hi, Frank.”

“My boy. Wanted to congratulate you in a personal way.  You deserve better than a text.”

My boy.  It’s familiar, too familiar.  Entitled is the word.

#my boy #maybe? #fic saga #of course this is WAY too long of a setup