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speedystarshine · 2 years

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Hey! Idk if your still doing the flower themed asks but if you are, could I have Cypress, Honeysuckle, and Hydrangea for Mal from TD? (Possibly + the other alters but only if that's okay with u),

First TD asks? AND It's these guys??? Hand in marriage anon, wowsers.

Mal (Emo boy)

Cypress- How does this yandere comfort their upset darling?

All I'm gonna say is good luck because he is NOT good with emotions at all.

Really, it depends what it is. If you're upset/crying because he kidnapped you or something of the sort, he'll just kinda scoff and then wait until your done.

Don't get me wrong, he does love you, and he'll definitely feel bad about it later but.... It's Mal.

If it was something else entirely, like you just feel shitty or something bad happened, he'll tease you a little bit before awkwardly patting you on the back. That's the most you'll get though, he has an image to maintain after all :(

Honeysuckle- Would this yandere prefer to "tie-down" their darling through marriage or having/adopting kids?

I mean...

I can definitely see him going for marriage, he doesn't really care about the tradition part of it, but he does like the fact that you have to get through a LOT of paperwork if you wanna try to leave him.

(Also, the fact that he's labelled as your 'husband' instead of 'boyfriend' isn't all that bad either.)

With kids? He'd rather...not-

But he definitely thinks about it from time to time.

Hydrangea- How would this yandere react if the darling gave them affection? What is their internal thought process like?

'Fucking FINALLY'(/j)

Really awkward at first honestly-

But also he'd be really confused. Like, you're showing him? Affection? He knows he isn't the nicest person around (is proud of it, actually) so he's a little suspicious.

He also happens to be really touch starved, so instantly melts into it. You're not getting away from it for like, two days though. He'd throw a tantrum and you do NOT want that.

Svetlana (our beloved 🥰)

Cypress- How does this yandere comfort their upset darling?

Oh. Oh no.

This woman is a worrywart at heart, so the second you show even a hint of upset she's all over you (even if she is the reason-)

Please don't cry she'll cry too 😭

She'll cuddle up to you in a blanket and read/ramble to you, she just wants you to be happy again :)

Probably makes a bunch of dumb jokes and if you giggle at them she'll be so proud and won't stop talking for the rest of the night

Gives you a gazillion plushies because let's face it even if she had you tied up in a basement she would treat you RIGHT

Honeysuckle- Would this yandere prefer to "tie-down" their darling through marriage or having/adopting kids?

It's not something she would constantly think about, but she would be thinking about it CONSTANTLY if the thought was to come to her, y'know?

All in all, yes to both, but not just to "tie you down".

She truly believes that you two love each other and well, this is what people who love eachother do right?

Is in love if you were to go through with it, because even if you actually don't (>:() to her this is a massive sign that you love and trust her so much to want to spend the rest of your (un)willing life with her and -Oh! She's tearing up!

Is literally so giddy if you do were to have kids with her because she's with her most favourite people EVER and she wouldn't ask for anything else

Hydrangea- How would this yandere react if the darling gave them affection? What is their internal thought process like?

Is freaking out the whole time. Seriously.

You're like a personal serotonin booster, so she'll be SO excited if you were to show any form of affection to her.

Isn't able to sit still at all and probably scoops you up and swings you around in her arms out of excitement because!! she just loves you!! So much!!

Eventually calms down, and sits down to cuddle with you with a dopey grin :)

Manitoba (Indiana Jones ripoff/j)

Cypress- How does this yandere comfort their upset darling?

Is most likely super stressed and awkward with the situation because he really kidnapped a person and thought they WOULDN'T be upset fr 🙄

But seriously. He has no idea what to do at all, so he goes silent (which is rare) and just... Sits, next to you, awkwardly rubbing your back at random intervals.

When you've calmed down, literally just acts like it didn't happen and asks if you want to hear about more of his adventures 😐

He's trying okay

Honeysuckle- Would this yandere prefer to "tie-down" their darling through marriage or having/adopting kids?

Hear me out, this guy would be great with kids. Okay, so maybe not so great safety wise, but he's definitely got the spirit!

He's about 50/50 with it, is totally aware that it'll tie you down further but also really loves them :)

Even though he's an adventurer at heart, he's also a sucker for some sweet domestication too. (Ah, another *insert number of kids you have* to be subject to his stories >:))

Just a warning, don't let him name them. Take that as you will.

Hydrangea- How would this yandere react if the darling gave them affection? What is their internal thought process like?

He's... he's actually pretty chill? Like sure, mentally he's absolutely dying inside, but the most acknowledgement you'll get is slightly flushed cheeks and a smirk.

He does appreciate it though! It's just, in his head, he wants to make sure it's a daily thing and thinks that overreacting might make you only do it on special occasions.

Acts like he's training a hamster fr 😭✋

TDLR: He's a whiny bitc and wants affection every second

Vito

Cypress- How does this yandere comfort their upset darling?

The type of person to tell a sad person "Don't be sad!" 😐😐

He'll pull you onto his lap and play with your hair because... That's what people like, right?

Yeah, he's a flirt, but doesn't know for shit what to do when it actually comes to the emotional stuff.

Honeysuckle- Would this yandere prefer to "tie-down" their darling through marriage or having/adopting kids?

Marriage, definitely! With kids...

Nope. Please do NOT let this man within five meters of kids ever.

He literally does not know how to look after a tiny human being, half of his mind is saying that he looked after you so how hard could it be and the other half (probably Mal coming through tbh) is telling him to put it in the microwave.

He's also just generally awkward around kids- but please no matter how hard he begs do NOT

Hydrangea- How would this yandere react if the darling gave them affection? What is their internal thought process like?

*fuccboy smirk*

Mentally going "oh HELL yeah"

He sees it as normal really! But he's just happy that you're initiating it this time.

Gives you a little peck on the cheek as a reward and then keeps doing whatever he's doing

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*cries and sobs* WHY did these take so long

#td x reader #total drama x reader #yandere td x reader #yandere total drama x reader #td mal x reader #yandere mal x reader #td manitoba x reader #yandere manitoba x reader #td svetlana x reader #yandere svetlana x reader #td vito x reader #yandere vito x reader

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lost-inthedream · 10 months

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Donghun from A to Z

Just one more of those nsfw alphabets

Pairing: Lee Donghun x Female reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Once you all are done, you become his sweet baby. He does anything for you, even those you don't know you need. Boy absolutely always reminds you to pee. After he makes sure you are comfortable, he places you on top of him and sweet-talks you until he falls asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On him, it's his hands. His fingers are slender, the back of his hands are veiny... Any person will find them hot!

On you, it's your lips. Sometimes he gets distracted when you are speaking and you can spot it on his face, the way he looks dumb lol. Boy is a sucker for you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Donghun usually comes inside of you, he just can't think of anything sexier. That's why he does everything to get you orgasming before him, so he can cum while you clench around him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You all have lost count of how many times he has fingered you in public, usually under restaurant tables or in movie theaters.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has a lot. Really. And he lets you know it, not in a cocky way. If he is your boyfriend you have the right to know it. Cute

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Classical and flawless missionary. He likes to kiss your mouth and face whenever he feels like it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is pretty serious because lust has him this way. He may chuckle if something goes wrong though.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it almost bare down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is not overly romantic during the do. Sex feels too urgent to him to be romantic. He wants both of you to feel good and to come, he wants to have you and wants to be yours, which sounds romantic, to be honest. In spite of that, he's not the type to say "I love you" in the middle of sex. You can always ask him to make love though, he will be romantic in this case <3 - even though it sounds cheesy.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not very often. He prefers having sex. But when he does, it is quite rushed.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Top three:

Taming kink Pet play (he's the owner) Cockwarming (when he wants to make love)

Bonus: Power play (you have to fight to pull his sub side. Read the W entry for more)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Well, Donghun doesn't take the fingering under the table thing further. So I won't say he fucks in public toilets. He prefers going for it comfortably at home: couch or bed.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Especially when his girl is perfectly dolled up but playfully rejects his kisses.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He is possessive so never ever make him jealous on purpose.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Not gonna lie, he prefers receiving. It's the only way he allows himself to become a pillow prince.

anyways he gives pretty good oral. He holds you in place and doesn't stop until you get your relief. Always kisses you after.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual in the beginning, quite fast and rough when he is about to come, he maintains slow and short moves after his climax but is still too needy to pull out.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are welcomed at times when both of you are in the mood. If he wants it but senses that you don't, he prefers to wait for another moment.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is okay with taking risks on being caught but only if you all can lie about the thing you were doing. He will lie forever about having two fingers inside you right in your friend's party. "She moaned because of cramps"

Yet I wouldn't say he is very experimental.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Two rounds are his maximum because he is intense.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't own any. those kitten ears and collar he bought you don't count, right?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases quite a lot so your orgasms hit hard. The thing is: you all gotta build some good tension.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

His moans are low but constant and so sexy, especially the close-mouthed grunts (the way they vibrate in his throat). He looks glorious.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Donghun is not that hard to tame despite supposedly being a brat tamer by nature. You can whisper a scolding in his ear when he tries to slip his hand into your pants in public or you can nonchalantly pull on his hair. You'll get him moaning at your mercy. "What can I do to touch you?"

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He got a beautiful cock, let me tell you. It's straight, veiny, with average length and thickness. Fits well into your mouth and pussy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

2-3 times a week is fair for him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't take much to doze off but needs to be close to you.

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Check the tag smut alphabet for more alphabets like this.

Don't forget to like it. leave a comment/ask if you feel like it, that will make me really content. Thank you for reading it!

#a.c.e smut #a.c.e scenarios #donghun smut #donghun scenario #smut alphabet

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abyssalzones · 9 months

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domino, 1, 3, 18. nora 20, 28, 42. aaaand rose, 4, 8, 31 :]

smiles. smiling at you. (answers under the readmore)

DOMINO

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

0 seconds. Domino is extremely hyperactive by nature, and all that restless energy has to go somewhere lest she gets a terrible idea in her head like "I should put a magnet on Sparks' head and see what happens." (nothing good. most automatic bodily fluids including cerebrospinal fluid is more easily magnetically fucked with than yours or mine.)

3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

Domino has a tendency from childhood to shapeshift into whatever feels "safest" when she goes to sleep, which was usually a rock or something else that could be easily overlooked. I doubt she feels the need as often anymore but considering it does take a (small, almost subconscious at this point) bit of concentration to keep herself looking the way she usually does I think she would turn into essentially a shapeless red blob when she's well and truly asleep.

It's probably kind of difficult for her to wind down and get some sleep though- I can see her turning her favorite action flicks on and letting the sounds of incredible violence lull her to rest.

18. What embarrasses them?

Feeling 'examined', for lack of a better word. Domino gets bristly revealing more information about her abilities, choosing to keep some elements of her highly adaptive biology more secret than others. It isn't necessarily that it's embarrassing to have a nearly instantaneous grasp of any language she hears a few sentences of- it's the questions that follow. She doesn't want to give anyone an excuse to prod at her, or worse yet, take advantage of her convenient powers. She uses them on her terms, not anyone else's.

NORA

20. If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Nora is exceptionally inexperienced in romantic love, but I honestly don't think she would regard it with more importance than platonic relationships. She's capable of very strong bonds in both cases, but would struggle to put the word "love" into her vocabulary. She's a little awkward and her focus is in other places, so it always seems extreme to call anything love. I imagine she's come on a little strongly in the past with others and has resigned herself to having more aloof friendships in adulthood, not wanting to deal with any more rejection for her lack of social skills.

As for familial love, I can tell you she's coming from the perspective of someone who has been an object of it, without really understanding her own feelings about it. Familial love is shapeless, the source of her anxiety and the outline of her world, inescapable and smothering.

It's an expectation- you have to love your mother, right? She's your mom.

28. Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?

Her answer would be no, but her feelings say otherwise. Nora is a little sensitive to perceived rejections- if she's told she's done something wrong, or is missing a cue everyone else understood, it sticks with her for better or for worse. Being told outright is ultimately what's best for her, but that doesn't mean it won't keep her up at night.

42. How badly do they want to reach their end goal?

Badly. She has something to prove.

ROSE

4. How easy is it to earn their trust?

UHH..... Before or after the end of the first act?

Rose tends to keep people at arm's length, even those she supposedly trusts. It's not always a fear of deception, either- but rather that she doesn't trust others to pull through for her. So long as she has everything under control, she can maintain some faith, but once her carefully ordained plan goes out the window, all bets are off.

Later it gets a little more complicated.

8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?

Rose kept up with chores as a kid (and work, later, as a teenager)- but not schoolwork. I think she just didn't mesh well with the school system and often got flack for letting educational opportunities pass by without much care. Part of the reason her mother was so adamant they stay on Altus in the first place was because it would grant her daughter a real future... But I suppose in the end it didn't matter anyway.

31. Who are they the most glad to have met?

This, out of everything, is the hardest to answer. It's unfair to pick anyone in particular out of the crew. Each of them, in their unique ways, have left an unmistakable impression on Rose, and despite everything their presence ultimately changes her life for the better. (Although she does have to clarify that yes, Domino was there first.) I could get into her unique relationships with each crew member but we would be here all week.

#oc tag #escape velocity #thank you everett !!

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fincalinde · 2 years

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I'm now very curious about your thoughts on how to run a decent workshop 👀

I've had this draft sitting here for a while and at this point I know I won't find the time to brush it up, so let's just leave this here as some general guidelines and suggestions for effective workshopping of fiction. There's also a small section at the end with a few recommendations for workshopping fanfiction specifically.

Some general tips for running a decent writing workshop:

It should be a given that everyone should make a sincere effort to be their best selves during workshopping. Being workshopped can be sensitive for the vast majority of writers, and respect and empathy goes a long way.

Ideally there should be someone with experience guiding the discussion but it's not mandatory if everyone agrees upfront on goals and boundaries and feels confident and comfortable speaking up if things are going off topic or getting tense.

A good length for a workshop piece is 1-2k per person (extracts are fine!) with at least 15 minutes of discussion per piece.

The upper limit for a workshop group is 15 people assuming not everyone is workshopped every time, but I personally think 10 is a better upper limit and 5 a decent lower limit. Any fewer than that and you're getting into crit partner territory.

Always read the piece(s) in advance and have comments prepared. Your job when giving critique is to help the writer refine and execute their intentions, so it's important to resist the urge to start line editing or 'telling' them how to fix any issues. Suggestions are great and often helpful but should be framed as just that.

If there is someone guiding the discussion I recommend that everyone writes down their comments in advance and sends them to that person for them to vet and pass out during the workshop. If there is no guide or moderator I don't recommend sharing critique comments in advance unless you're the kind of rare stoic who doesn't immediately start itching to respond.

Some workshops don't allow the writer to speak at all while their work is being critiqued. I strongly believe this is unhelpful. If workshopping descends into defensiveness and back-and-forth that's something that needs to be addressed, but pre-emptively denying the writer a voice does more harm than good. While it's important to let people give their initial critique without interruption and if the writer is doing a lot of talking it's probably a sign something's gone a bit wrong, the writer should be able to speak up and clarify their intentions and have input during the discussion portion of the critique.

It's always best to start a critique with positive comments, and I also always save at least one extra positive thing to raise at the end of my comments to finish on a high note before the discussion begins.

Examples of positive critique (real, with details changed):

The way the image of the fallen tree is juxtaposed against the gardener's tomato plant is really clever and whimsical and a great example of the lighthearted tone you maintain throughout.

I had a clear sense of your main character and her drive to save her family from ruin, particularly in the scene where she sells her hair.

Examples of constructive critique (real, with details obscured):

You have a very literary style and at some points it's strayed into opaque. [quote] —I wasn't quite sure what you were trying to convey with that.

I liked the husband character but he doesn't seem to be driving the narrative forwards or giving us insight into the main character. Maybe he should be cut or merged with the best friend character?

Receiving critique:

When responding to critique take a deep breath and remember absolutely no one can make you do anything. People are just trying to help, and sometimes they are going to be wrong or just not 'get' you. Critiques are often going to contradict each other and you should also refer to your own judgement.

Generally though if most or all of the workshop are raising the same point it is worth some serious consideration. Sometimes a kneejerk negative response to constructive critique is because the proposed solutions aren't right for you or your piece, but if you take a step back you can recognise the issue the workshop is attempting to help you solve and come up with your own way of addressing it.

Fanfic-specific guidance:

If consistency with the source material is a concern (it's not a priority for all fanfic writers!) then set aside comments on inaccuracies for outside the workshop. Workshopping is about the writing itself rather than whether Blorbo A doesn't start wearing stripy trousers until after they finish their academy training. I personally would say that accuracy issues are only worth flagging during valuable workshop time if the inconsistency might break the fic. So 'hey you've written Blorbo A and Blorbo B as being teenagers together but Blorbo A is actually ten years older than Blorbo B' is something to flag upfront. And if someone says they don't care and are ignoring that aspect of canon, you should accept their preference and roll with it.

That said because fanfic is for the most part heavily character-based and characterisation is a technical skill, I do think it's important to dedicate a portion of the critique specifically to characterisation (unless the writer has confirmed they're not interested in receiving characterisation-based feedback). I would just personally try to make sure it doesn't take over the entire critique.

The requirements are overall very similar: what is the writer trying to achieve? Where do you think they are succeeding and why? Where do you think they are not succeeding and why? Do you have any helpful suggestions?

#ask #xiyao-feels #roquen meta #writing advice apparently

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apricusnights · 7 days

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Chapter Five: Beginning's End.

Location: "The Spire". The absolute center of Apricus City.

Chimera: "You realize I have to kill them all now. The brat figured out who I was and most of their little group saw my face. I hope the research data was worth it."

Masked Man: "It won't matter in the end. There is no video evidence of what you look like so the average person has nothing to go by. Besides, it isn't as if you can't change your appearance anytime you like. Or, is this perhaps about something else?"

Chimera: "Maybe I just don't like the bitch. She rubs me the wrong way."

Masked Man: Opening the box delivered to him by the white rabbit group. "Go after her if you want, she's irrelevant and therefor disposable."

Chimera: "I'm not going to make it that easy. I want her to suffer…but she can wait for now. Did you get what you needed?"

Masked Man: "This missing data from Olympus, including the notes on how my creation fared in it's one and only battle. More importantly though…our friends managed to dig up what I needed. I know where the next piece of the puzzle is."

Chimera: "What about all the data you had me gather at the club?"

Masked Man: "The Marigold clan is particularly interesting. Especially when it comes to awakened abilities..and powers that aren't exactly classified as such. All the research has a greater purpose."

Chimera: "Meaning this of course?" Motioning to a set of research notes dating back to the empire.

Masked Man: Reaching up and removing the mask before tossing it aside. "Precisely. In the end all that matters is Project Sunrise.."

Location: Guardian District.

Miranda: "Bundles of Lavender offered to pay or the damages done to the club. Guess they wanted to save face since Nava was involved. We still got stuck with the bill for the train damage though. Lowell wasn't pleased."

Jae: "What's worse is that we all came up empty handed. The rabbit masked weirdos got away with whatever was in the escape craft. I'm also gonna assume you still think we've got a traitor somewhere."

Miranda: "Keep that to yourself. Right now you and Oct are the only ones I've told about this. We can't let anyone suspect anything. I've got to come up with a way to flush them out but it'll have to wait. We need to focus on maintaining peace between the factions."

Jae: "You mentioned Oct, I haven't seen him around. Where did he head off to?"

Miranda: "Who knows. Hadrian fixed up his armor for him and he left, said he had work to do. Think that encounter he had in the helicopter might have spooked him a little."

Jae: "Yeah, and the fact he seemed to have his own agenda when it comes to the rabbits. Wonder if he knows who one of them is."

Miranda: "Never asked him too many questions. Figure that might be one of the reasons he keeps working with us. He does his thing, we do ours. I keep him on the payroll for when I find jobs nobody else can do."

Jae: "Fair enough. I need to get going. Amelia asked me if I wanted to go on a date."

Miranda: "Finally got the guts to ask huh? Good on her. Just..be careful Aryl."

Jae: "Course Ma'am." Giving a salute before leaving the office.

Location: Cherry Hills.

Ajax: "So you think you're gonna add any of them to your incredibly elite circle of friends?"

Nava: "I barely was able to speak to any of them. Just because we fought together doesn't mean I care to know them."

Ajax: "Good job at that by the way, you kicked some ass. A small amount of ass but ass nonetheless. But…I find if you fight alongside people and they don't stab you in the back..you might end up finding something in common with them. Battles are a good way to determine a lot of things."

Nava: "I'll make sure to invite them to my next tea party." Glancing over at her aShine and rolling her eyes.

Ajax: "Dickheads at the company again?"

Nava: "My parents are "thoroughly disappointed" by my actions. They've had to make a public apology on my behalf. The company wants me to read a statement."

Ajax: "They don't even give a shit about if you're ok or not. All that matters is their fuckin public image. These assholes are about to go travel the world on some "fashion show at sea" thing and I'm pretty sure that's all that matters."

Nava: "There was a time when I wish I could have argued against that but…it's increasingly obvious that you're right. You, Bonnie, and Sable are some of the only people who have ever cared about ME. Not my family name, not my work, not the company, just ME."

Ajax: "Eh fuck everyone else, you're better than them."

Nava: "I've heard rumors that the company is looking for ways to kick me out. I wonder if what just happened will give them more ammo."

Ajax: "Does it matter?"

Nava: "It used to. I don't know if it does anymore."

Ajax: "That's my girl! Just lift your top up, let your tits out, give a middle finger and send that picture to everyone. There's the fuckin statement they can have!"

Nava: "Absolutely not! Besides…I'd rather someone actually important..see something..like that.."

Ajax: "Wha.." Nava's top was suddenly thrown over his head. He frantically reached up to pull it away so nothing was obstructing his view of..

Ajax barely had a chance to react as Nava caught him off guard, pushing him back and making him fall backwards on to the sofa. Nava bit her lip as she made her way over to him…

Location: Aurora Vale.

"Redfish" sat by himself on a bench near one of the park's many small lakes. The images played in his mind over and over. All that time spent tracking her down only for her to slip away again. Now he was back at square one.

Perhaps it was even worse than before. Now he knew someone else was out there in armor like his own. No, whatever that was it was far more advanced than his armor or any he's ever seen. He knew he'd seen the symbols on the armor somewhere before but couldn't quite place where. He'd have to do some research again, not like that was hard. The Bureau had granted him access to nearly every file they had.

Still, even thoughts of his new armored foe would vanish and be replaced by his obsession with finding his friend. Was she even that? They fought together, he felt as if she was some sort of kindred spirit, or maybe she reminded him of someone. It didn't matter, this was his mission. He'd never given up on a mission and he didn't intend to start now. Square one be damned, you get knocked down and you get your ass back up.

He stood up and turned to see someone had been watching him. Something he should have detected..how long had she been there? He recognized her. She fought in the tournament, she fought alongside him when the creature attacked Olympus..he remembered her name was..

Redfish: "Solstice?"

Solstice: "Summer, and we need to talk.."

Location: Upper Docks.

Jasper: "I'm still upset you didn't wait for me."

Mel: "Oh ok, what do I say? "Could everyone hold off on fighting for a second so my boyfriend can get here?" Yeah, that would have worked. Besides, what kept you?"

Jasper: "I'm fairly sure your brother tried to sabotage me.."

Mel: "That's your excuse for everything now."

Jasper: "And most of the time it's true!"

Mel: "Yeah yeah. Anyway we're heading back to the theater. Remember we have a brainstorming session this weekend for the new schedule!" Waving at Amias and Lye before she and Jasper left.

Van: "And I'm just saying she was pretty. I don't really remember much but I'm sure it was fun!"

Nerys: "Poison lipstick Van. She was going to kiss you to death!"

Van: "And I said it wouldn't be a bad way to go! I'd have been fine with it!"

Viridian: "There's the Van Marigold humor I know and love…"

Van: "Just tellin the truth…I would have.."

Lye: "You would have what? Been happier? We'd have been better off? Do you still think that way?"

Van: "I.."

Lye: "No, you're going to shut up and listen to me. Tagetes was right. I'm sick of holding on to this. You're my brother, I care about you. All of those terrible things you did? I don't care. I may never be able to truly forgive you for what you did but that doesn't mean I don't care about my brother!"

"It's time to let this go Van. All of it. We can't live out the rest of our lives like this and you can't go on thinking we'd be better off without you. We wouldn't. You have friends, you have family, and we love you. When you were drowning and Captain Larsen pulled your dumb ass out of the water…that was your wakeup call. You have a second chance, you need to stop trying to waste it."

"Tagetes told me that I am not who I used to be. I am not a reflection of my past self, and Van..neither are you…"

She'd actually give her brother a hug before wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Besides, Chimera wasn't that pretty. You've got someone much better looking who's been trying to get your attention for a long time.."

Van: "I…" Trying to regain his composure before wiping off his own watery eyes. "Wait..who..what?"

Amias: "You really are dense…" Turning him to look at Bonnie.

Bonnie: "Uhm..hi Van.."

Van: "Bonnie? You..?"

Lye: "Oh for Tagetes's sake. She gets heart eyes every time you're playing a match against her! You two really need to just go have dinner or something."

Bonnie: "Uhm..wanna go have dinner?"

Nerys: "Yes he does! I know a great place, I'll get you two in without reservations! You'll love it!"

Van: "I'd..love to."

Location: Somewhere in Smokey Gardens.

White Rabbit (Biker): "Told you we'd get ya a new mask, all fixed up! Ya look good sis!"

White Rabbit (Scythe): Nods and follows him into a large meeting room filled with people all wearing white rabbit masks.

White Rabbit (Queen): "Ah good, we've been waiting on you. Have a seat. Now, as all of you know our plans have been set in motion. We have members in nearly every nation now and we're only continuing to grow."

"With the recent crackdowns on anything deemed to be "criminal" activity..it's become much more difficult for several organizations to operate. We will be the solution. One that is many, many that are one. A global operation that won't be based in any one place."

"The world is on the brink of being irreparably fractured. With nations at each other's throats there will be no cooperation between law enforcement agencies. Everything we desire, we shall acquire!"

"And when the fracturing ends and the new world begins to form..we'll be the ones pulling the strings.."

Location: Apricus City.

Lydia Reliford: "Good evening Apricus City. Lydia Reliford here for Apricus News."

"A continuous series of anonymous donations have set up the Delta Town Restoration Project. The project aims to fix the many issues Delta Town has faced while maintaining affordable living."

"The project is being overseen by the city council with a small amount of objection coming from the High Priestess of the Consecration. She believes since it is her district she should be the one overseeing everything. Her objection however was overruled."

"Speaking of the Consecration, Brother Julius has announced the next wave of scholars, and church personnel who will be accompanying him to what is rumored to be a long lost cathedral deep underground. The church has yet to confirm or deny this rumor."

"Our weather forecast is looking good as temperatures begin to rise a bit. Summer is certainly right around the corner. Get ready to do some gardening as experts are saying next month will be perfect to start getting everything planted!"

"That will do it for tonight, have a wonderful evening everyone!"

#story scene

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ascalonianlightbringer · 1 year

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Okay, the headcanon slowly moves on! Last time, Gwen maintained the cover of her ordinary life by keeping her now-usual meeting with her sister Deborah, who is struggling to integrate back into the Seraph after a year's captivity. Gwen said nothing of the Order, only that she was joining an acquaintance of hers on business in Ashford, so she was going to see Ascalon at last.

Then, Gwen met with Logan Thackeray, mostly to touch base and let him know she'd be in Ashford if he needed to contact her. He urged her to trust Tybalt and to have as good an experience in Ascalon as she could.

So, the next day, she makes her way to the Trader's Forum in Lion's Arch, thinking of the confrontation between Logan and Rytlock she saw when she was last there. It's easier to wonder about what their deal is than to think of all the things that could go wrong, and try to prepare for any eventuality, and also just angst over the experience of going to the place her ancestors were driven from.

She's keyed up and almost hopes Tybalt isn't trustworthy and won't show up—but of course, he casually meanders through the forum, telling someone, "sorry, no apples today! I've got business back home."

She's no expert in reading Charr, but something about him gives the impression that he's nervous, too—very nervous. That doesn't help, but despite herself, she's amused that the appleseller cover goes so deep. Or maybe he just really likes fruit.

He does see her coming and they have a brief and Totally Normal exchange about vague business matters before he leads her towards towards the gates. On the way, he warns her that she might get some weird looks, accompanying Tybalt into the Black Citadel.

"A human and a Charr?" asks Gwen.

"Well, there's that," he agrees, but seems distracted. "But—ah—if anyone recognizes me specifically, well, I didn't exactly leave in glory. I'm allowed in, there won't be official trouble, it's just better to know what to expect."

Gwen thinks, but doesn't say, that he's easy to recognize.

"I agree," she says. "What else should I expect?"

"Once we get through the Citadel and out into the plains, you'll see a lot of people. Eventually some of them will look like you." He doesn't look at her face. "That doesn't make 'em your friends. Except some Priory people, mostly they'll kill you as fast as us. Stay close and be careful."

She's forcibly reminded of Logan's advice, though the comparison would have horrified her not long ago.

"Of course," she says smoothly.

They can see the gates, and he asks if she's ready. She feels defensive, uncomfortable with so much spotlight trained on her, and wants to say Are you? But she's trying to get along here. She straightens her spine just as he squares his shoulders.

"I'm ready," says Gwen.

With that, she follows him past two Charr soldiers—her back twitches—and after he pays the fee, continues through the Asura gate to the Black Citadel.

Gwen knows intellectually that they're in Ascalon now, but she privately finds the Citadel pretty ugly and so extremely Charr that it doesn't feel like it. She mostly feels distaste; she knows it was built without regard for the human dead beneath it, and she doesn't immediately see any other living humans amidst all the Charr. She's not a short woman, but she feels very small and needs no encouragement to stick close to Tybalt.

They quickly make their way down the ramps, and Tybalt was right—they do get a lot of suspicious or contemptuous glances along the way, even from people who don't seem to personally recognize Tybalt. His injury and Gwen's species seem to be enough to attract their disdain. She doesn't like them at the best of times, but she's feeling especially hostile as they make their way through.

I think that eventually, they'd encounter someone who recognizes Tybalt personally, maybe in a slightly out of the way place along Tybalt's usually indirect routes. I don't think this Charr would exposit Tybalt's entire history or anything, just that he'd show up to (literally) look down at both Tybalt and Gwen, and sneer about how he knew Tybalt had sunk low, but not that he was a human-kisser.

(This is an obvious euphemism, which Gwen attributes to the presence of a few small Charr cubs not far away.)

Tybalt sputters about how he's not—and the war's over—etc. He's indignant, but there's something lackluster about it. It unsettles her a bit that he won't stand up for himself more even when faced with a blatantly false claim; there's something more going on that she doesn't understand. He's usually excitable and cheerful, so it doesn't seem right to see him kind of beaten down in this way.

Still, she's surprised to find herself stepping forward—not to start a physical fight in the heart of Charr power (she's not stupid), but asserting her presence. The other Charr is manifestly unimpressed.

"What do you mean?" she says sharply. (They all know what he means.)

"I'm surprised you can manage it these days," the Charr says, still only addressing Tybalt.

Gwen's eyes narrow, but enough time has passed for her to revert to her usual savoir-faire. She gives a low laugh, which finally draws the undivided attention of both Charr. She tilts her head, supremely unconcerned with the tender sensibilities of Charr cubs.

"Oh, he can do more with one paw than you ever could with two," she says sweetly.

(Gwen is extremely lesbian as well as exclusively attracted to humans.)

I don't think either of the other two saw that response coming at all. The asshole they're dealing with just stares at her, briefly shocked into silence, while Tybalt has a sudden coughing fit. Gwen is like ... "yes, there is something unpleasant in the air right here, I agree. We'd better go."

They hurry off and Tybalt clears his throat, then says with a distinctly more cheerful note in his voice, "My reputation is ruined."

Gwen doesn't have the heart to say that it obviously already was.

"Sorry," she says, with absolutely no penitence. "Worth it for the look on his face, though."

Tybalt gives a startled laugh.

"Yeah," he says, "it was."

#i feel like i should warn for ... something. :P #t: greetings friend #f: lightbringers of the order of whispers #h: everyone has a secret #long post #c: gwen velazquez #c: tybalt leftpaw

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smallandterriblyafraid · 1 year

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Hi there, I'm LoM! I use singular they/them pronouns but may grant permission to use other pronouns to people I am extremely close to. I speak English (🇺🇲/🇬🇧) and conversational French (🇫🇷), and am learning Welsh (🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿), so feel free to talk to me in any of those languages! Taken by my lovely girlfriend, so I'd prefer for people to avoid coming onto me, but I am okay with joking flirting (like "kissing the homies goodnight" or "marriage for tax benefits") as long as it's just for laughs! On principle I won't turn off anon asks ever but if you're a jerk I'll steal all of your left shoes and right socks. My main blog is @toosmallformyowngood , and my agere sideblog is @thesmallestofall, so feel free to check those out too! That's all I can think of for now but I'll probably update some things later!

My current hyperfixations are:

- Resident Evil: Village (and a bit of RE 7)

- CoD Modern Warfare 2 (specifically annoying the gamerbros lmao)

- Overwatch (Yes I live in shame over this)

- Anything SCP related

- Also anything Lobotomy Corp related

- Pokémon (Train guys are so skrunkly)

- Fallout [NV & 4]

- Anything TTRPG (D&D, WH2k, etc)

- Uhhh probably something else I'm forgetting

- Also I might talk about my OCs from time to time (I'm sorry)

Please note that I do not take requests at the moment. Suggestions by mutuals or other close friends maybe, but even then anything I write would be in headcanon format. I'm not that confident in my writing skills, nor am I confident in my ability to maintain a semi-coherent schedule, so for the time being I'm just shitposting for the sake of having fun. If you want to talk to me though, I'm all for it! I love sharing ideas back and forth (and just human interaction in general).

Anyway! Here's the specially coded comma that can go in the tags: ‚

And now on to other things;

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Are rac.ist, homo.phobic, trans.phobic, bi.phobic, pan.phobic, able.ist, aro/ace exclusionary, or any other form of xeno.phobic

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Are a N.S.F.T blog (Jokes, art, artistic photography, writing, and fandom stuff are fine tho. It's just the irl stuff and only.fans links I'm shying away from)

Are a t.erf/rad.fem/etc (Tradwife stuff is fine so long as you aren't pushing it on anyone else. Everyone has a different vision for what they want their personal future to look like and yours is valid too, so long as you're not on "a woman's place" and all that bullshit.)

Are a practicing M.AP (People with intrusive thoughts can stay, though. It's not your fault that your brain is giving you icky thoughts when all you want is for it to shut up; my only qualm is with people who either see no wrong in the action, or do and go through with it any way.)

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Vilify mental illness

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Are a T.rump supporter, anti.masker, c.ovid denier, etc. Your conspiracy theories are not welcome here

Are an Oni.sion stan (Kind of pedantic I know but the dude sucks to the nth degree, so-)

Crosstag posts with both strictly N.S.F.T and sfw tags (Mistakes are fine as long as it's just a genuine slip up and you do your best to correct it. We're all human and sometimes accidents happen, but doing it on purpose or leaving it up after being told the issues is a no go.)

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That's all I can think of for now. However, with that said…

✅ Do interact if you: ✅

Are a roleplay/gimmick/character blog, or anything like that! I love talking to you guys! You're cool! Also seeing how this is my fandom sideblog, it matches the theme

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searidings · 3 years

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do you know any underrated and fun supercorp fics with interesting au premises?? i love your recs

hmmm the second i read this i forgot every au i've ever read but some of my faves have got to be:

sink into you like water (pray you won't pull me under) by @valkyrieskwad aka divorced cave diving au

andrey's 24 hour no money back laundromat by @gveret-fic aka bloody laundry au

$3.99/minute by @deadbiwrites aka phone sex au

documentary by @c-optimistic aka filmmaker au

a foolish wit by @seabiscuits-us aka twelfth night/much ado about nothing au

'cause i'm bad (at reading signs) by @coffeeshib aka social media sugar baby au

roller city by @hrwinter aka disco rink au

but then, my homework was never quite like this by @jazzfordshire aka sexy teacher/teacher au

oath of office by @uninspired--poet aka president/bodyguard au

it's all downhill from here by fractiouscow aka skiier/snowboarder olympic au

say it with your hands by @karalovesallthegirls aka crime boss/mma fighter au

pour me a drink by lunchables aka celebrity/bartender au

and OF COURSE an animal within an animal by @mooosicaldreamz aka the holy grail aka victorian vibrator au

#these writers also all have other great aus there were just too many to list #mime au i'm looking at you #but the way i read fic is to find something i love and then read everything by that author so a lot of my recs are from the same writers #though i do maintain you won't go wrong reading anything by any of them #idk if these are underrated cos they're all rated hella high to me #i just went through all my fave aus but anyway i hope you enjoy #and hope you're having a great day #asks #sapphicilyshit #my ficrecs #thank you and god bless you nat and the rest of the gals for tracking down ms nic coffeeshib's deleted fic #i owe u my life

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jeontaeil-archived · 3 years

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Catch Me If You Can //

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Pairing: Criminal!Ten x Cop!Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut. Male receiving, Tit-job, Marking, Choking, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Unprotected Sex. Non-Idol AU

Words: 5.6k+

Warnings: 18+ content. Read at your own discretion. Mentions of drugging.

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Sirens tore through the city, disrupting the serenity of the late hour. You loved how they sounded. So promising and exhilarating. Something big was about to go down.

The task force raced down the empty streets with you at their lead. You were in pursuit of a band of huge black SUVs, one of them holding the most dangerous criminal in your city.

You'd been in this situation many times before. You'd been chasing after Ten since the very first day. No matter how close you thought you were to catching him, he always managed to slip out of your grasp. He'd bring your hopes up, only to snatch them from you.

Ten loved playing with you. Whenever you were in a slump, he'd always leave a few obvious clues behind. It was like he was almost asking you to come and get him. But it was only ever because he was bored and wanted to have some fun.

You had done everything in your power to get to this very moment. All the pieces had been laid. All you had to do was throw Ten in jail and you'd get the biggest promotion of your life. If anything went wrong in tonight's plan you'd be stuck, a mere cop in a shitty precinct for the rest of your life.

You wouldn't deny it. The rush you felt while hunting Ten down excited you greatly. That feeling of having him in your grasp, not quite but so close, it made the adrenaline course through your veins. In a twisted sort of way, you wouldn't mind if Ten made this race a bit more thrilling. After all, it would be his last.

The cars split up at an intersection. You'd already predicted this beforehand. Your squad wordlessly broke into the formation you'd planned out while you zoomed straight ahead.

A hand emerged from the car before you, a cigar held in its grasp. The rings that adorned its fingers were enough to tell you that you had eyes on Ten.

Gritting your teeth, you stomped on the accelerator, catching up with him slowly. He was all yours. You had him now. Ten seemed to make no effort to evade you. He continued driving as leisurely as possible. You couldn't tell why but you didn't want to take any chances. There wasn't any backup near. All you had was a pistol to defend yourself.

You figured the safest thing to do was maintain some distance between your car and his. You saw him adjust his mirror. What you didn't expect was for him to give you a clear view of his face.

He was looking straight at you, a devilish grin plastered on his face. What on earth was he up to? You saw him reach over to the side and collect a gun. Pulling your own out of its holster, you held it up by the wheel.

Keeping his eyes on you, Ten placed his cigar between his lips and threw the gun out the open window. Your eyes widened in bewilderment. Why did he unarm himself? You watched his gun scatter to the side of the road. When your eyes locked with his again, he sent you a wink and sped away.

Acting fast, you raced behind him, staying right behind his car. He kept making sharp turns, dancing through lanes, but nothing that would throw you off. He wasn't trying to run away. He was taking you out for a spin. If you wanted to put a stop to this game, you needed to corner him.

So you decided to turn the tables. He clearly needed you to focus on him. Without batting a lash, you took a u-turn and started driving off in the opposite direction. You saw his car skid to a stop. He stuck his head out of the window, furrowing his brows at you.

Rolling down your own window, you put your hand out and motioned for him to follow you. An erratic laugh was heard, followed by Ten trailing after you.

He didn't seem skeptical at all. It was like he'd forgotten that you were a cop. He looked curious. He wanted to see what you were going to do. Maybe he knew that it was all over for him. Perhaps he wanted to have one last exciting night.

Seeing a familiar street, you made a turn, grinning as you spotted him enter the small road with you. Looking back at the road, you slammed the breaks immediately. It was a dead end.

Another menacing laugh was heard from behind you. You had no clue what was going on. Gun in your hand, you got out of your car and hid behind the open door.

"There's no point in hiding princess. I've got you trapped."

You'd never heard Ten's voice before. It dripped of class and authority. No wonder so many people were afraid of him.

This was no time to be afraid however. You were so close to getting him. You just had to play your cards right. That was the only way you could get out of this situation safely.

"I bet you weren't expecting this little surprise." His voice was getting closer. You cocked your gun. "You'll be amazed how easy it is to change signs. My men did a great job."

He was so arrogant about his 'achievement'. You wanted to spit in his face.

"Now put your gun down and come on out. I promise I won't hurt you. I don't even have a weapon. You can't fire on me if I'm unarmed. Isn't that police protocol?"

It was indeed. But you couldn't just risk it like that. He'd already deceived you once. Only a fool would let it happen twice.

"This is my warehouse y/n. All my business takes place here. When you and your pesky task force took down all my other outlets, I made sure this one remained secure," he shared.

You glanced at the tiny shed behind you. How could this hold it all? He was bluffing. You were sure of it.

Peeking over the hood of your car, you gasped on seeing how close he was to you. There was no point in hiding now. Pointing your gun at him, you carefully stepped into sight. Ten pushed his hands into his pocket, fiddling with the cigar in his mouth. He scoffed and looked to the side.

"Come on y/n. Let's not waste our time. If you cooperate, you'll see how it all began. How it all grew and poisoned this city you cherish so preciously."

He stepped towards you. You shot at his feet impulsively. "Keep your distance. Put your hands above your head and get on the ground."

He winced and stayed put. With your other hand, you reached for your pair of handcuffs. "I said get on the ground," you repeated, this time more sternly. His eyes locked with yours, corners of his lips curling up into a smile.

"Someone's feisty," he commented, stepping towards you once again after paying no heed to your warning. You fired at his feet once more. He didn't even flinch. He was so used to the sound of gunshots. They failed to phase him anymore.

"You know, I spent many nights imagining this day. The day we finally met," he revealed. "The exchange is alarmingly similar to what I'd thought it would be like."

You kept firing at his feet. You'd run out of bullets soon. "Stay away from me," you shouted, not letting your voice falter even a bit. He ignored your words. "I never expected you to be so beautiful. Seriously y/n, why'd you become a cop? You could've easily made it big in the modelling industry."

You felt disgusted all of a sudden. He was so shameless. How could he be hitting on you when you were holding him at gunpoint?

"Shut up. Just put your hands on your head and get on the ground," you said again, getting impatient.

"I don't wanna get on the ground though. These trousers are new, I can't afford to get any dust on them," Ten complained. Was he being serious?

"I don't care about your fucking pants! Just get on the ground-"

Ten lunged towards you and swatted your gun out of your hand in the blink of an eye. It clattered to the side, closer to him than to you. You watched in horror as he skilfully emptied the bullets and slipped them into his pocket. He tossed the gun to you with a sly grin.

"There's your gun. You can put it down now, there's no use keeping it aimed at me anyways."

You checked your pockets for any extra bullets, cursing when there were none. Ten folded his arms across his chest.

"What do you want from me," you asked, moving away from him.

Ten raised a brow. "Your attention, that's all." He stepped towards you carefully.

"Why do you need my attention? I'm trying to arrest you for god's sake."

He caged you between himself and the building's wall behind you, hand slipping behind your back to snatch your handcuffs. What you didn't expect was for him to put them on his own hands and bound himself.

"What are you doing," you questioned, pushing him away from you.

"I'll let you take the credit for this." He chuckled. "This y/n, is a gesture to make you feel safe. I mean you no harm. All I ask is that you give me a few hours of your time."

You looked between his hands, his face and the warehouse in front of you. He noticed the doubt on your face. "If you're gonna bring me down at least do it entirely. There's no point in throwing me in prison while this place remains in existence. Certainly not my men or I, but someone else might stumble across it. Doesn't take a genius to get a business up and running if they're desperate you know."

He had a point. You hated that he was right. Not only would this prevent someone from starting his business up again, but it would ensure a stricter sentence. Surely he'd never get life imprisonment, but the longer Ten stayed in jail, the better it would be for your city.

"Fine," you agreed with a sigh. "But no funny business."

Ten raised his hands in defence. "I promise. It's just you, me and my entire life's work."

You went back to your car to retrieve your keys and phone, plus some extra bullets which you loaded your gun with. "You can't deny me this. I'm walking into an abandoned warehouse with a guy who's on the state's most wanted list, no backup whatsoever."

Ten pursed his lips. "I never objected."

And with that, you followed behind him.

He held the rusty door open for you. The inside of the warehouse was completely dark. It clearly had no ventilation of any sort. The air was damp and eerily cold, with a faint musty smell.

"Are there any lights in here?"

Ten chuckled yet again. "Patience y/n. We're not there yet."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

You turned on your phone's flashlight and held it in front of you. The entire warehouse was empty. It wasn't that big of a space. The only thing on the ground was loose paper and cockroaches. Had he just set you up?

Cocking your gun, you pressed it to his back. "Do you think I'm playing games here?"

His body tensed up. "The operation is downstairs," he revealed.

"Then take me there," you urged in annoyance.

Ten led you to the centre of the floor and kicked at the dust until a small latch came into sight. He bent down and pulled it up. It was a trapdoor. A line of stairs continued downwards. You looked at Ten. "After you sir."

As you ascended down the stairs, you felt the air get lighter. It smelled more fresh than it did in the warehouse above. The only thing that remained constant was the darkness.

"Installing a bulb or two in here wouldn't do you any harm you know."

Ten laughed wholeheartedly. "You've got a nice sense of humour. I like that."

Rolling your eyes you continued descending. "How down below is this lair of yours?"

Ten didn't answer you. He walked to the edge of the stairs and jumped. It seemed you'd reached your destination. You shined the light on him, seeing him feel against the wall for something. He then pressed his palm flat against the fall. A few seconds later a bright light flooded your vision. Grimacing, you hid your face.

"Here are the bulbs or two you were asking about earlier."

Sure enough, the entire area had a neat lighting system. You turned your flashlight off and instead opened your camera, taking pictures for evidence. Ten waited patiently at the side.

The space was bigger than the warehouse above. You realised it was just a gimmick to throw anyone who came across it off. Just by the ambiance of the place, you could tell Ten had spent many years building it up to what it was. You wouldn't lie, it was magnificent. Like something straight out of a James Bond movie.

"I'm gonna explain it all to you. Basically let you into my life for a moment here. But you have to promise, that in turn, you won't call any back up. I want all of this to be absorbed by your mind," Ten spoke.

"Why?"

"You'll share it with your team after we're done anyways. But they'll never get to see it upfront. They'll never get to understand and admire it like you did. I only want you to do so," he explained.

His request was odd. But you couldn't argue. None of your files or reports had any record of this place. It had never come up during your investigation and none of your suspects had mentioned it to you. This place was a goldmine and you couldn't risk letting its information get in the wrong hands.

Five hours, you'd spend five hours at Ten's headquarters. Everything he'd told you so far was beyond resourceful. Not only had he helped you bust gangs that your precinct had failed to collect enough evidence against, but he also gave you an inside report of operations you had no clue about.

You couldn't believe he was just spilling all this information to you. You didn't understand why he was being so cooperative. Maybe he'd come to terms with that fact that it was all over him a very long time ago. You decided to ask.

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

Ten paused at your interruption. "As I said earlier. I want you to admire my work."

You scoffed. "So you want to be remembered as more than a criminal then?"

Ten rested his chin on his palm. "Not quite. See, the obvious reason for my downfall is the disloyalty of my peers. They started with me and leached out for a supposed better life. Everything any criminal has in this city is because of what they've either stolen or accepted from me. No one can stay hidden from the law without my help. No king gets to take over my empire after I'm gone. I forbid it," he explained.

He was so in over his head it was amusing. The way he thought it was the others that had ratted him out, you didn't want to burst his bubble but it was him who had brought his own downfall upon himself.

"How long do you think you'll be in jail for this Ten?"

He shrugged. "Until one of the hairs on my head turns grey I assume."

You pointed to the space around you. "Showing me this is only gonna make it worse."

Ten nodded. He already knew that. "But it will ensure that I can't start it up after I emerge from my sentence."

Rocking around in your chair, you studied his headquarters. "Please tell me you've got a coffee machine in this place."

Ten laughed. "Of course we do. Shall I make you a cup?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "No thank you. Unfortunately I don't trust you enough."

Ten pouted dramatically. "That's a shame. Did you know I worked at a cafe to make enough money to buy drugs?"

You shook your head. "You could've made big money in the barista field. Found a pretty girl to move in with. Lead a life on the right side of the law."

He laughed again. For the situation he was in, he was pretty calm. You didn't know why that was. You were just glad he wasn't trying to make any moves on you.

"It's over there," he gestured towards a room in the far corner of the area. "Would you like me to accompany you? Or should I sit still?"

"Stay where you are. I'll be right back," you instructed.

Ten leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. You got up and went to the backroom, keeping your eye on him the entire time. You figured now would be a good time to contact your squad. Let them know of your location and make sure that they'd taken care of their own jobs of handling Ten's henchmen.

Ten remained as still as a statue. The room you entered was more of a lounge. Along with a coffee machine, it also had a couch that looked invitingly comfortable. A quick nap sounded extremely appealing at the moment. But you couldn't risk letting your guard down like that.

You quickly got to preparing your coffee. Just some hot water and coffee powder to do the job. You hoped the extra caffeine would allow you to remain attentive.

Swirling your cup to mix the concoction, you made your way back to Ten. He sat up on your arrival. "We have creamers," he shared.

You took a sip of the warm drink. "No need. The stronger, the better." He couldn't argue with that. Ten resumed his explanation. You continued jotting down all the essentials of his narration. His voice was so monotonous that you never realised when you blacked out.

You woke up on the couch, a blazer draped over your body. Shooting up immediately, you reached behind your back for your gun. Much to your horror, it wasn't there. You stood up and stumbled out of the room. Everything was pitch black outside. You couldn't wrap your mind around anything.

The lights turned on when you made your presence known. You fell down with a groan. They were brighter than you recalled. Your ears started ringing, a sharp sting in your head. A familiar chuckle sounded from behind you.

"Looks like someone's up early. Tell me y/n, how was your sleep?"

You turned around and got up. "What the fuck did you do?"

Ten held his hands up. The cuffs were gone.

"I didn't do anything sweetheart. You did this to yourself."

What was he saying? Why did you black out? That's when it occurred to you. The coffee.

"What the fuck did you drug me with you asshole?" Your head was pounding. Your body felt so weak.

"I didn't drug you with anything y/n. There was nothing in the coffee."

You didn't believe him. "Stop lying. How did I pass out then?"

"No drugs were involved in that y/n. You were just tired. I guess my droning lulled you to bed," he explained.

"Why'd you take my gun then? How did you get out of your handcuffs? The keys were in my pocket."

"I had to steal those from you. I had no other choice. How else was I supposed to carry you to the couch?"

You were so stupid. How could you let this happen. He had your gun, your handcuffs, their keys and your phone. He had you trapped and you didn't know what to do.

"My squad knows where I am. They're gonna come looking for me and you can't run away this time."

Ten rolled his eyes at your warning. "Yeah I saw that text you'd left them. I figured I should've let you know that there was no reception in the warehouse."

You cursed. "Was this your plan all along?"

Ten shook his head. "It was more of an impulsive decision."

"What are you going to do to me?"

Ten furrowed his brows. "Nothing bad. I'm just a drug dealer. I would never hurt you."

As if that was going to comfort you in this situation.

"I just wanna play a game. Would you do that with me?"

You scowled at him. "What's the catch?"

Ten smirked. "Oh there's no catch sweetheart. I just wanna have one last night of fun with the girl of my dream. You wouldn't deny me that would you?"

The girl of his dreams. He was sick.

Ten noticed how reluctant you were. At this rate you weren't gonna agree to anything he said.

"If you say yes, I'll return all your belongings to you and let you escort me out of here, handcuffed of course, all the way back to your precinct where you can put me behind bars for good," he offered.

"Why can't I just skip to that part right now," you asked bitterly.

Ten stepped towards you, bringing his face right in front of yours. You could feel his breath fanning on your lips. "You've spent all these years dedicating your time to me. It would be a shame if you didn't make the most of all that work. You think you know me but you don't. You've never had a proper conversation with me before. You never been so close to me. I'll be honest y/n, I've been waiting to see you. I always knew you'd be the death of me. I'd much rather make more memories with you. After all, you're the woman that brought me down. That makes you special, doesn't it?"

He was so manipulative. You actually found yourself considering his proposition. Something about his words was right.

"Just say the word, you know you want to," he pressed.

"Do you swear that you'll walk out of here without a struggle?"

Ten nodded.

You sighed. "Fine. What are we playing?"

Ten beamed and gave you your distance. "Rummy. I'm sure you're familiar with the proceedings?"

You knew how to play rummy. You also knew that Ten wasn't going to be traditional with it.

"My men and I used to add some booze to the mix. But I know you can't drink while on duty. So instead, we'll do something a bit nostalgic."

By the tone of his words you already knew where this was going. He wanted to include sexual favours. How gross.

"I've got a list. It goes up till 100. Loser accumulates their points and based on their score, they've gotta do something off of the list. Are you up for that?"

You stared at him, long and hard. You wanted to put an end to this as soon as possible. "Let's do it."

This was wrong. You knew it. But you were desperate. He seemed like a man of his word. Not completely, but for certain clauses at least.

Ten took your hand and let you to the table you were sitting at previously. Your belongings were still there. It was already lined with a deck of cards. He sat down across from you and gestured to the cards. "They've already been shuffled and dealt. I believe in fair games so I can assure you nothing's rigged here."

You lifted your cards and began sorting them wordlessly. They weren't the best but at least you had a joker.

"I'd also like to let you know that I gave you some Provestra. But don't worry, I took some for myself. The ones meant for men of course."

He was so fucking shameless. At least you had something add to the list of charges against him.

Ten lost the first round. Only by twelve points however. Number twelve on his list was strip.

He now sat before you, completely naked. Something about it wasn't as disturbing as you thought it would be. You told yourself it was just the horny pill talking, but you wouldn't deny that he had a nice body.

A tattoo on his forearms and one circling his chest. His upper body was nicely toned and he packed a nice size. Overall, he was hot. If he wasn't a criminal you certainly would've taken him home.

Your next game began, this time with you dealing. Your cards turned out to be extremely favourable and you won with ease. Ten's points upped by five, leaving him at seventeen. Number seventeen on his list was marking.

Though hasty, you moved your hair to the side and let him hover over your body. He smelled oddly nice. Ten held your gaze while licking his lips. "May I," he whispered. You tilted your neck. "Go for it."

His tongue ran over your skin making you close your eyes. His lips followed, sucking gently to make a mark. You gripped the side of the table and willed yourself not to succumb to the burning sensation between your legs. Ten repeated the action, this time closer to your jaw. His tongue felt enticing. You wanted more. But you couldn't let yourself have it. This was just a game.

He moved off of you once he was satisfied with his work. Two hickeys stained your neck, strikingly visible and difficult to cover.

He dealt the next round and you played the first move. This time he emerged victorious. With two points, number two on his list was a kiss. The way he licked his own lips in anticipation made you dizzy. You'd never used Provestra but you were certain it wasn't supposed to make you feel this way.

You scooted closer to him and grabbed the sides of his head, crashing his lips onto yours. Ten groaned in your mouth, loving the force you used. He let you guide him, moving his lips over yours reverently. You didn't know when to stop. You didn't want to stop. He was an amazing kisser and it had been quite a while since you'd felt someone's lips on yours, especially like this.

Ten was the one to pull away first. He smirked at you, loving the effect he was having on you. He passed you the cards to deal the next round.

You won yet again and rather quickly at that. Ten was left with a lump sum of twenty three points which amounted to a total of forty. Number forty on his list was a handjob.

You spit on your palm without a second thought and grabbed his dick. Ten leaned back in his seat and watched you stroke his cock. No sounds left him. Only quick breaths from his parted lips. Your handjob skills were a tad rusty, but you had the basics down.

You tightened your grip around his shaft making him hiss. He bucked his hips up into your hand and wetness pooled in your panties. You got off your chair and fell down on your knees. Ten watched you spit on his cock in complete awe. "Fuck the game," you muttered, wrapping your lips around his tip. Ten held your head, pushing your mouth down on his cock. You tried your best not to teeth him.

Squeezing his thigh, you began bobbing your head over his member, fondling his balls in your other hand. Ten groaned and cursed above you, loving every second of it.

Out of breath, you pulled away from him and started unbuttoning your blouse. Ten watched in delight as you took off your bra and let your breasts spring free. He hadn't expected you to get on board so easily.

You released a ball of spit onto your chest, letting it slip down the valley of your breasts. Knowing what you were going to do, Ten shifted closer to you and pushed his cock between your tits. You pushed them against his member and began moving them up and down. "Holy shit," Ten explained, moving with you. His fingers played with your nipples.

You stuck your tongue out for his tip to brush against. The sounds leaving Ten's mouth were heavenly. This was so wrong. But you were too worked up to stop.

"Who knew you'd turn out to be so damn kinky," Ten exclaimed. You didn't say anything. Ten's cock twitched only seconds after. You kept moving over him. Soon enough, long ropes of his cum spurted up onto your tits, some falling on your chin. You slowed your pace, milking him of every last drop until he was whining for you to stop.

Ten stood up and dragged you with him. He made you sit on the table and pulled your pants down your legs. Your panties were soaked. Ten chuckled as he peeled them off. He marvelled at your glistening pussy.

"What's 100 on your list?", you asked breathlessly. Ten grinned widely. "Fuck till you drop"

That was good to know.

Ten didn't waste any time pushing into you. You were so wet that he had no problem doing so. He adopted a quick pace fucking you like his life depended on it. Your loud moans tore through his headquarters. Ten huffed and grunted, pulling your body closer to his.

His fingers dug into your skin, surely leaving marks. You held yourself up on your elbows and spread your legs wider. Ten threw your leg over his shoulder and made you lay on your side so that he could fuck you deeper.

Your hand came down to rub your clit. Moved your hand away and replaced your fingers with his thumb. He started pushing you to your own orgasm. You grabbed your tit, squeezing it gently as you let your head fall back.

"Such a tight pussy," Ten grunted while rutting his cock into you. "Feels so fucking good."

You fully agreed with him. It felt amazing. Perhaps it was because of the sad amount of sex you had in your regular life that you were submitting to him so desperately. No one had ever made you feel the way he was right now.

The knot in your stomach burst, walls clenching around his cock tightly. Ten groaned as you fell apart on him. "Shit, turn around," he instructed, impatient to get back inside you.

You got on your hands and knees, raising your hips for him. He slapped your ass as he pushed back into you. Ten leaned forward and grabbed your hair, pulling you up against his chest. He wrapped his fingers around your throat, choking you lightly. You loved how it felt.

Holding onto his wrist, you pushed your ass back against his hips. Ten bit into your shoulder ever so often, fingers coming back to your clit. You mewled as he overstimulated you. Your knees were about to give way any second now.

Ten made you put your leg back on the ground, pushing your knee further over the table. The tip of his cock brushed against your sweet spot. Your eyes rolled back, a sensual scream leaving your parted lips. Ten hummed in delight, biting down on your earlobe. You reached behind yourself, hand resting on his hip. "Let me get on top," you managed to say. Ten held your waist and sat down on his chair, bringing your with him.

Placing your hands on his lap, you started bouncing on his cock. Ten kissed the nape of your neck, hot breath fanning on your shoulder. You could already feel a second orgasm approaching. Ten held your hips down on him, stopping you.

"Let me take control," he said, bringing your feet to his knees. He hooked his arms underneath your knees and raised you up slightly, bucking his hips up into you from below.

You put your hands over his, head falling back against his shoulder. Ten sped up quickly, fucking up into you while bringing your body down on his cock. His tip pushed at your sweet spot with each thrust making your toes curl in ecstasy. "Fuck keep going, I'm gonna cum," you warned, biting your lip.

"Me too," he breathed, concentrating on your approaching orgasms. Ten pressed his face into your neck, lips nipping and sucking at your skin softly.

Before you knew it, you were cumming. Ten snapped his cock into you one last time before emptying himself into you a second time. He groaned out loud, holding onto you as he rode out his high. Your thighs shook gentle, chest rising and falling dramatically. Once you were sure he was through, you let go of his hands.

You pushed yourself off his cock and quickly got to dressing yourself. You checked the time on your phone. It was almost morning now. Seeing Ten decently clothed, you turned him around and cuffed him, leading him back up the stairs and out the warehouse to your car.

"No one's ever finding out about this okay? Cause I swear if they do I'm gonna add kidnapping to your long list of charges."

Ten replied with his ridiculously attractive laugh. "Did I kidnap you though?"

You pushed him into your car and shut the door. "It won't be that hard to convince the judge that you did," you shared as you got into the car.

Ten sighed and leaned back into the seat. "I think I should let you know now. I never gave you any Provestra to begin with."

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loverboyromanroy · 2 years

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i'm confused about something though, like, he talked about sending "pictures" (plural) does that mean he's been sending her pictures since the beginning of this season? but she didn't mention them when she talked to him about "boundaries" in 3x04. did he start after? in that episode he also said "what i can't masturbate in a time and place of my choosing?" so were they still having phone sex? + sending pictures? so many questions i'm a bit lost

okay...so...here's my take!

tldr: everything's open for interpretation, but i think there's a case to be made that they've been having sexual encounters (phone calls and/or sexting) all season, but given time and story restraints, it's not been a priority in regards to showing it on screen. my case is made under the cut lol

on 3x04/boundaries: i got into it a little in this post, but i do think the takeaway we're supposed to get from 3x04 is that they are still engaging in some sort of sexual activity (most likely the phone call thing). my line of thinking with that dialogue specifically is that when gerri brings up boundaries, she's talking about roman getting too comfortable in her office (his fucking shoes off) which could give an outsider looking in the perception that perhaps they are getting too friendly. it's why she's looking around, out the door, etc. when he turns it on her to say "i can't masturbate at a time and place of my own choosing?", to me that reads as him throwing it back at her as like...nobody knows what we're doing! nobody is seeing us have these conversations! if i masturbate at home and you just happen to be on the phone, who cares! the implication, to me, being that it is still actively happening, just outside of office hours (as it always has). to me he's partially making light of her trying to set boundaries while also saying 'i understand there are boundaries, i'm not doing anything wrong, you're just being overly cautious, nothing's gonna happen, we won't get caught'...lol.

if they were not engaging in any sort of sexual thing this season, i think at some point there would've been a nail-in-the-coffin type end to that part of their relationship. i don't see the conversation in the hotel room in 3x01 as a conclusion, more of a bridge between seasons, and i also think her introducing the idea of her dating in 3x04 isn't an ending, it's more of a signal of like...this thing we have is not something that lives in the daylight where everyone can see. i'm going to date because i'm a woman with a public image to maintain and needs that this sideways relationship doesn't meet. if they were telling us this isn't happening any more, i feel like it would've been less a discussion about boundaries and more of like...a conclusion?

i also think when you consider their sexual trysts in 2x04 and 2x05 (can you believe they're that far back 💀), they happen when gerri is Off The Clock. i think something that's vitally important to her as a character, which is echoed in the 3x01 hotel convo, is that when she's at work, she's at work. if they're dealing with business, she's not gonna engage in "the mess" (if she's at home alone lounging having a drink, well, that's a different story). her being catapulted to interim ceo in season 3 kind of forced the show to operate in a place where we only get to see gerri on the clock, which i think leaves a lot of that after hours up to our own interpretation...my interpretation just happens to be that they were definitely getting into it lol

on 3x08 and plural items/pictures: the other reason i think things have been going on in the background all season is because when they have this convo at the top of 3x08, it is like...day one in italy. gerri isn't saying 'oh you've been sending dick pics this whole trip and it needs to stop', she's saying 'look, i know we've had this line of communication open where i was allowing you to send me these things, but that has to be buttoned up now'. she knows that he's stressed out about the deal, she most likely knows/can sense that he's stressed out about his mom, and i think she believes that if he's trying to engage with her sexually while they are in italy, while the lines between work and personal are blurred, something bad is gonna come of it (and whaddya know, she was right lmao)...also she's got a mans in her room! it's not exactly an ideal time to get risky!

also also...in considering the actual dick pic moment, doesn't the way they set up that scene seem like it's giving us a model for exchanges they could've had in the past? almost like the writers didn't have time to lay the groundwork throughout the season so they're giving us an example of what's been going on all this time? something about the way he views her text message to him as a green light (or maybe even an amends because she left him out to dry going into the meeting and they seem to have a shorthand about taking these minor steps to make things up to each other) and then responds with that sort of sexual proposition..idk the whole thing gave me the vibe that they've been operating on this other level all season long but because there's been so much else to cover, they just haven't put it at the forefront of the show.

on how long do we think they've been sexting: honestly...wouldn't 3x06 have been an interesting place for that to have gotten started...they're out of town, they're handpicking the president, roman's over stimulated and there's distance between them in the work-sense...¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i do think it's maybe something that developed from a place of them both being incredibly busy, so maybe it's something that just sort of came out of necessity when thinking about lack of time and the quick rush of important things coming all at once (dealing with kendall, shareholder meeting, etc etc)

#roman x gerri #roman roy #gerri kellman #anyway i've been away a lot the last two days for work stuff so now that i'm back...i'm back to pulling every little thing apart 😈#i rewatched a couple of these major scenes (in 3x04 and 3x08) while writing this response and i'm just like...god he loves her 🙃#succession spoilers #succession chatter #back to gifs i think...#answered #anonymous

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aizawas-dryeye · 3 years

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➭kiss me more (eren jaeger)**

content: afab reader but no pronouns mentions, descriptions of genitalia, oral (reader receiving), fingering, switch!eren but not really(?), eren calls reader master, modern au

words: 1.9k

!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

eren always finds a way to get between your legs, especially at the most inconvenient times

ive been seeing a lot of hardcore eren smut recently (and i love it dont get me wrong yall are doin the lords work) but i need me some soft, modern au, boyfie eren to cleanse my palette and also i jus miss gettin my puthy ate

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It's been a pleasantly slow day today. With summer starting to roll around, you finally have more time to yourself, and today you want nothing more than to spend it in bed, catching up on your favorite book. You manage to get a good amount of chapters in before you hear your bedroom door open and close, not for the first time today.

You don't even bother sparing Eren a glance as your eyes dart across the pages in anticipation for what's to come next. The mattress dips as he joins you on the bed, and a soft pressure on your left thigh has you peering over your book in exasperation. Eren's jade eyes hold a devious glint as he stares up at you from where his head is laying.

"Whatcha readin'?" he asks, his nonchalant tone masking his impure intentions— or so he thought. This is the third time he's tried to pull you from your book, and while it's slowly working at your nerves, you'd be lying if you said his desperation wasn't at least a little entertaining.

You turn your eyes back to the pages, and give his side a little nudge with your foot, a weak attempt to push him away. "The same book I've been reading since the last time you asked me," you grumble. "Now, shoo. I know what you're after, Jaeger, and it won't work. Not this time."

Eren feigns a hurt expression, and rubs his stubbly cheek against your skin in retaliation, laughing when you squeal. "I got no idea what you're talking about," he says, but his wicked grin tells a different story. "I just wanna cuddle my baby. Don't be a pervert."

You give a doubtful hum, and try to resume your book, but Eren's hands slowly creep across your thighs, just rubbing and massaging the skin as he goes. He gives your inner thigh a kiss, and once again, you peer over your book to glare at him.

"Oh, don't mind me. I'm not doing anything," he grins. God, he looks so fucking smug right now, and a small part of you wants to wipe that look off his face. But a bigger part of you reminds you to maintain your cool. You refuse to be the one to break first when he's the one who started this whole thing.

Slowly, Eren's kisses turn into tiny nips and bites. He's trying to rile you up, and he knows exactly how to do it, the fucking menace. That's just fine, because you have a few tricks up your sleeve as well.

Before Eren's wandering lips and teeth can get any closer to your sweet spots, you shove him away with your foot. "Later, Ren," you huff, turning a page without even looking at him. You don't need to see his expression to know his jaw has set. Eren isn't the most patient man on earth, and while it can be a curse, it's also a blessing in disguise.

Eren easily catches your ankle, giving a dark chuckle at your defiance. "Can't wait till later, baby," he says, voice laced with impatience and lust. "Need to taste you now. I know you want it too, I could feel those legs of yours shake when I kissed them."

"Huh, and you call me the desperate one," you say under your breath, not fully meaning for him to hear.

Eren sits back on his haunches and continues working your skin under his strong hands, like he's warming you up. "I know I'm desperate, and I'll admit it a thousand times if it gets you to break."

The grin in his voice makes you roll your eyes as you lick a finger to turn another page with ease. "I don't break that easily, Jaeger."

"No? Not even if I say please?" he asks, voice bordering on teasing. He puts on his best puppy dog eyes in an attempt to lure you into his trap, but it's overshadowed by his smug expression because he knows you know he's scheming. You shake your head at him, though you're anxious as to what he has planned. He gives a long hum in faux thought. "Not even if I say please... master?"

Now that gets you to look up at him, your eyes no doubt widening in disbelief. Very rarely does Eren ever use authoritative titles for you, as he's usually the dominant one in bed, but once in a blue moon, he doesn't mind giving you a taste of power.

You try to remain cool, but your body betrays you as your thighs clench together. Every single thought left your head as soon as Eren uttered those words, and now he's got you right where he wants you. He laughs at your reaction, crawling over your body to make it nearly impossible to try and pick up your book again. "That got your attention, didn't it? You like your man calling you master? I can make you feel even better if you let me."

Eren carefully takes your book and sets it on the nightstand by the bed. You hate how willing your body is to give in, but before you can give it a second thought, Eren's lips are on yours. His kiss is desperate and needy, and it makes your eyes flutter closed almost immediately. His taste and smell invades your senses until you've all but forgotten your book, or your annoyance with him. Your hands snake around his neck to tug him closer, wandering fingers tangling in the baby hairs left over from his bun. He chuckles into the kiss when you let out a soft moan.

He nudges at your jawline with his nose so you bare your neck to him. He lets his teeth graze gently over the skin until he's right over your sweet spot, and bites down just hard enough to make your stomach flip. It's embarrassing just how loud you moan for him, bowing your body outward to feel more of his touch.

"Please," you beg, as quietly as possible. How did he turn this into you begging for him?

Eren just barely resists the urge to bite down harder with a snarl, knowing how cutely you'd cry for him. "There it is," he drawls. He always knows just how to manipulate your body into letting go, has it down to a science; he's always going to be in control, and it makes your head spin.

He kisses at the teeth marks in your skin and slowly makes his way down farther. "There's my cute, little master. You always beg so pretty, baby. And I'd be so mean to deny you what you want, right?"

The teasing— almost condescending— pout in his voice makes you feel incredibly small, all the while sending pleasantly warm tingles down your spine. It makes you shake underneath his lips as they continue their path down to your collarbones.

Eren gives the delicate skin a playful nip just to be a dick, causing you to yelp in surprise. Before you could reprimand him for his behavior, he's already moving on, and situating himself between your trembling thighs, putting himself in the same position he started this whole ordeal with. His hands go back to squeezing and rubbing your skin— as if by instinct— as he looks up at you with hooded eyes.

"Y'gonna let me get a taste now, baby?" he asks, slowly pulling down your sleep pants. His eyes nearly sparkle when he's met with your bare core.

You nod immediately and shift your hips below him, finally giving him what he wants. There's no point in even pretending to deny him anymore. "Yeah. Need it Ren," you tell him through a shaky breath.

Eren grins up at you, finally getting what he wants, and throws your legs over his broad shoulders. "Bout fuckin' time," he growls, all but burying his tongue in your slick hole; he moans at the taste. "Can't believe my master was gonna keep this twitching thing all to themself. Greedy little master." His sinful tongue easily matches the filth pouring from his lips as he gets to work on tongue fucking your cunt.

Your hands go to grip his hair to ground yourself, but Eren is quicker. He pins your wrists against your lower tummy without even sparing you a glance. He can no doubt feel the way all of your muscles tense and relax when he sucks your clit into his mouth, swiping his tongue over it again and again until you're whimpering. You can't see, but his emerald eyes are glazed over with lust, hooded and content as he eagerly tastes you in full.

"E-Eren! Slow down!" you pant, back arching off the mattress when he buries his tongue into your clenching hole. You feel him chuckle against your lips, the vibrations of it running up through your body and adding to the already toe-curling pleasure he's dealing you.

Slowly, Eren laves his tongue from your hole to your clit before pulling away, a string of spit and arousal keeping the two of you connected. "Slow down?" he pouts, massaging your throbbing clit lazily with his thumb just to keep you stimulated. "But I wanna make my master cum."

The way he effortlessly stuffs two of his fingers into your slick hole steals the air from your lungs. Eren immediately crooks his fingers and bumps against the spot that makes your vision blur, a loud whine echoing throughout your bedroom. Your whole body is writhing beneath him, getting dangerously close to cumming just how he wants.

Eren releases your hands to pin your hips down so you can't run away when he sucks your clit back into his mouth. Your hands immediately grip his hair and tug hard, making him moan against your sex.

"Fuck, fuck Ren! E-Eren, I’m so close, please!”

Eren lets out an almost animalistic sound at your desperate voice. His fingers quicken their pace, despite how tired his arm has already become. He doesn’t let up until he feels your insides clench around him. “That’s it, honey,” he moans. “Cum for me, master.”

He lets you pull his head back between your thighs and then you’re cumming. All over his face and fingers, and the bedsheets beneath you. Eren makes sure to work you through it, slowing his fingers down until you stop trembling and crying. He makes a show of pulling his fingers out— you cringe at the embarrassing squelching sound that follows— and sucking them clean.

“Y-you’re such a perv,” you say, meaning for your words to have some bite, but your breathy, fucked out voice makes Eren smile instead.

“Guess that makes you a perv too. Seemed like you really enjoyed your pervy boyfriend eating your pussy though,” he says, smug as ever, thumbing at the corner of his mouth to wipe away any excess slick. You have half a mind to kick him, but your orgasm wore you out more than you expected it would, so you roll your eyes instead.

“Whatever. Come cuddle me.”

Eren is quick to climb back up your body and kiss you. You can taste yourself on his tongue, but cant find it in you to care. All you want to do is spend the rest of your day in bed, napping and snuggling with your boyfriend.

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#i never know how to end fics lmao #ugh the ending is so rushed dont look at it #attack on titan smut #aot smut #eren jaeger smut #eren jaeger x reader smut

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partywithgyu · 3 years

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TXT REACTION.

S/O being insecure about her body / looks.

Warning: Suggestive stuff for Choi line. Mention of bad eating habits.

Choi Yeonjun.

The heated make out session was bound to lead to things, you knew. Yeonjun had his arms around your waist as he kissed you, greedily. You were greedy too. You wanted more, he could tell. Pulling away, he asked, "Do you want to go ahead?" You looked at the man before you. This was the first time you two were going to do this act, so a little nervousness was bound to get you. Not letting ir get in the way, you decided that you wanted to do it. "Yes, please," you said.

The edges of his lips curved a little, as his fingers held the end of your t shirt. He lifted it, taking it off. Maybe it was the fact that he himself was a very beautiful person, that made you feel rather conscious about your body. You found yourself wondering if he had formed an opinion on it.

Now that he had access to more of your skin, he started kissing you neck. The kisses trailed down to your collar, his hand softly pressed your still clothed thighs. The insecurity took your attention away from the kisses. When you seemed to move a little far from him, Yeonjun stopped. He looked at you clueless.

"Are you fine? You don't have to do this," he started to say. You shook your head feeling a little bad about how you must've made him feel as you stepped back. "I want to do it. It's just that," you started to say. To admit your insecurities was a tough thing to do. So your gaze wandered around. "I am worried that you won't find me very beautiful," you added.

Yeonjun's eyebrows furrowed. "You're beautiful. I find you very very beautiful," he confessed. "Not like that. I was talking about my body," you let him know. You couldn't look him in the eyes so you stared down at the floor. "I just don't want to be less beautiful than you'd expect." Yeonjun felt bad for not noticing this earlier. "Look at me, please," he said softly. You did that only because of how comforting his voice was. "Don't feel like that. All bodies are beautiful because they all hold their uniqueness. You don't have to look a certain way to be beautiful to me, I swear."

"Really?," you asked. "Really," he assured making you feel a lot better. He raised an eyebrow. "If you want me to, I could always prove how much I meant that."

Choi Soobin.

Soobin had noticed how you had been avoiding situations that would lead to things. He was observant like that. It made him worry a little. He was afraid that he had done something wrong the last time you two had sex. It was a thought that stayed in his head for a long time. There was a reason you did this. The change in you weight made you feel bad about your body. You didn't want him to notice it too. You believed, if you yourself didn't like the way your body was looking , he wouldn't like it either.

On this very night when you two were watching a movie, he noticed how you didn't sit as close to him as you usually did. You yourself were worried about him noticing it. He paused the movie. You looked over at him. His expression was a little serious. "Babe, is everything fine?," he asked you. You faked a smile. "Yes. Does something seem wrong?," you asked nervously.

He could tell you were hiding something. He knew you well. "I think you have been acting a little weird," he said to you. All you could do was act clueless. The man on the other end of the couch wouldn't buy it but you could try. "What do you mean?" Soobins didn't want to force you into confessing the truth. So, he decided to talk you in a softer tone. "Listen. If there's anything wrong that I did, you can tell me," he went on. "You've not done anything wrong," you said immediately. You knew there was a possibility that your actions could lead to him thinking that about himself. So, you decided to tell him.

"It's just my weight." You could not leave tell him just that so you went on. "I have a hard time maintaining the same weight. Whenever I look in the mirror now a days, I feel really ugly." Your tone only became sadder as you went on. His heart sunk on hearing that. He felt bad for not noticing it before. "Ugly? You aren't ugly. How can you even think that?," he said to you as he moved closer. He cupped your face. "You can lose or gain a lot of weight and I won't find you ugly. Gaining or losing weight doesn't make someone ugly. Don't think so much about it, okay?" You just looked at him in silence because you were a little surprised at the confidence behind his words. "Okay?," he asked again. "Okay."

Choi Beomgyu.

Beomgyu and you were shopping online for some lingerie. It was an idea you had come up with a while ago. He sure would like to pick the lingerie you would wear for him. However, things weren't going as well as you expected them to. As the two of you scrolled through the images, you found yourself wondering if the lingerie would look as good on you as it did on the models.

The thought of Beomgyu thinking that you looked underwhelming in them, now that he had seen them on the models, scared you. "Look. This red one will look nice on you," said the man excitedly. You gave him a small awkward smile. "What if it doesn't?" You immediately regretted asking him that. You didn't mean to share to him about your insecurities. "Red looks good on you. Why? You like something else?," he asked not really getting the hint. You sighed. "Not what I meant. Add it to the cart though," you said as you turned your attention to the screen.

"What did you mean?" Beomgyu could be stubborn about such stuff you knew. There was no way he was going to let go of the topic. So you found yourself telling him the truth. "I meant that, will anything look good on me? I have to have a good body for anything to look nice on me," you said to him. He spoke against that immediately. "You have a great body."

You sighed. "You're saying that to make me feel nice." He clicked his tongue. "Wow. How can you be so clueless? You really don't know how hot you are?," he asked you. You still didn't seem to believe him but he wasn't going to shut up until you believed him. He wouldn't be able to go by his day knowing that you are insecure about yourself. The fact that to believe that about yourself, made him feel bad. Like he had done a bad job of not hyping you up.

"Come here," he said to you. Holding onto your hand, he lead you to a mirror. In front of the mirror, you two stood. "Look at that! That's one hot person!" His animated tone made you chuckle. It was cute to watch him try his best to cheer you up like that. "And you are there too," he added making you low key cringe. You didn't hide it. Your expression said it all. Beomgyu just gave you a big apologetic smile for the lame joke. "Okay. I was joking. Look at you! You are so hot!" "Yeah. Yeah." "Say it."

You looking at yourself in the mirror you said what he expected you to, "I am hot." "Louder." "I am hot." He chuckled. "One more time," he said to you. "What's your name?," he added. "Y/N." "What are you?" "Hot."

From that day on he would randomly ask you those questions often. Many times a day, you would have to call yourself hot.

Kang Taehyun.

When he had asked you to come to the gym regularly with him, he just wanted your company. You found yourself wondering if you had gained enough weight for him to say that. He was being subtle about it, you thought. You jumped to a conclusion and found yourself being dedicated to your goal of losing weight.

You'd be measuring your weight more than once a day. Often Taehyun would find you wrapping a measuring tape around your body. The measurements you'd take, would be noted in a book by you. Soon, you found yourself questioning if even fruits were worth eating. They would just add to the calorie you believed. Skipping a meal or two wasn't a big deal to you.

Taehyun felt bad when he noticed how strict you were being with your meals. The portions were small. You wouldn't even binge on snacks during movie night. He had lost your company for midnight snacking too. Instead you would sit by yourself in the room, reading a book or playing a mobile game. He didn't like it.

He decided to talk to you about it, so he sat you down one day. In front of you, he placed a plate of chocolate chip cookies you liked. You looked at the plate and then at him. Your lips curved into a small apologetic smile. "You love these," he said to you. "I know. It's just that I am trying to lose weight," you said to him. "By skipping meals?," he asked. You couldn't exactly agree with him. You were aware you weren't doing the nicest thing. Yet, you found yourself doing it.

"You need to take care of your health. Now will you get any nutrition if you skips meals," he started to say as he picked up a cookie. He started eating it. "Honestly, I know skipping meals isn't the best thing to do. But I find myself doing it. The thought of losing weight makes me do it. I have started counting calories and it's making me too paranoid," you confessed to him. You needed his help to break this bad habit. Taehyun could help you, you believed.

"Your metabolism will be a mess," he said to you. "I know." He sighed softly. "Being healthy isn't being skinny. It's about staying active, eating a good amount of food and having a good mental health," he continued explaining. It was sad how you knew all this. You felt like a fool for forgetting it. "You go too hard on yourself," he added. "I am just like you, aren't I?"

He rolled his eyes at your comment, smiling a little. "I know it's difficult to be confident. Please try though," he said genuinely. "I wish you'd see yourself the way I do. You're beautiful, just in case you don't know," he added. "Oh. I know."

Huening Kai.

It was a beautiful day. On a day like this it made sense to put on cute outfits and head to a café and then a park. It was when you guys were at the café, you pulled out your phone to take a picture of beautiful boy. Showering him with compliments as you clicked the pictures. He returned the favor of course. He took your pictures only to notice a small frown on your face as you saw it. You didn't seem to like it. Perhaps, it didn't turn out that well, he thought and took down a mental note to do a better job next time.

In the park you refused to get your photos taken. "It's alright. I'll take your pictures instead," you said to him. You clicked a lot of beautiful pictures of him. As you two went through them, you spoke about how pretty the scenery looked. You loved the flowers too. "Are you sure you don't want to take pictures in this beautiful place?," he asked you. You shrugged. "What's the point? I don't look good in any of them anyway," you said to him.

"I'll do a better job than I did at the café," he said to you making you chuckle. "I didn't mean that, you dummy. I meant my face. We need more than good lightings and angles for it," you said in a casual tone. It was surprising to him how you seemed to have accepted the false idea as the truth. He didn't want to turn the mood all serious. So, he decided to handle the situation in a light and casual way. "It was my bad skills I swear. You have the most beautiful face. I will do a better job. Go pose."

You did end up posing for photos. Huening Kai was dedicated to taking really good pictures of you to prove a point. After clicking a few, you headed to him. You stood beside the tall boy, ready to face disappointment again. He wasn't going to let you feel bad about the photos no matter what. "Wow. I did such a good job here! You look so good!" Bright compliments left his mouth as you two went through the photos. "Wow. I can't even tell who's the flower!" You laughed at his comments. He only kept going. "How can someone be so beautiful?!"

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a/n: Hey! I wanted to take a moment to say idealization of impractical beauty standards can leave us all feeling bad about ourselves. Let's remember that our bodies are more than props for insta pictures and be easy on ourselves. ♡

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burgerpocalypse · 3 years

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I've been trying to run through some free games I got from the Epic game store, specifically Grand Theft Auto V, Creature in the Well, and most recently Night in the Woods. I quit GTAV about 60% of the way because it sucked, and I can't beat the last area of Creature, so that leaves me to talk a little about NitW and the emotional turmoil it gave me.

Upfront, I'm not interested in games with heavy emphasis on story, least of all visual novels or whatever you want to call this game. However, I've heard mostly positive things about Night in the Woods here and there for the better part of the previous decade. That and the fact I got it for $0 convinced me to finally try it out.

Night in the Woods is an adventure focused on exploration and character drama. Mae Borowski, the protagonist, is a college dropout that just moved back to her Rust Belt hometown for mysterious reasons, and becomes entangled in suspicious happenings. The player will traverse the aged suburban sprawl and rural outskirts of Possum Springs, conversing with family, friends, strangers, and everyone else, uncovering secrets and opening wounds along the way.

Seeing as how Night in the Woods is primarily a story, I'll mostly be discussing that, so look out for spoilers, yo.

After spending two years away, Mae attempts to reconnect with her previously closest friends Bea (an idealist goth whomst had considerable familial and financial responsibility thrust upon her at a young age), Gregg (an anarchist punk with bipolar tendencies), and Angus (an incredibly nice man). Mae pushes the story forward by hanging out with Bea and Gregg, and sometimes Angus. This will often involve going to social outings, running errands, committing crimes, and so on.

Other than her friends, Mae will also have opportunities to interact with her parents, various citizens, and vagrants. whom provide flavor and history to the world while also bringing some of Mae's muddled past to light. The player will traverse environments through walking and jumping around, with the occasional platforming feat required to progress or access certain areas. Occasionally, you'll be presented with small minigames, like a Guitar Hero-clone or red light/green light shoplifting, and a game-within-a-game dungeon crawler that pissed me off to no end. While most activities in the town are benign, certain important events will move the day along and lock you out of further exploration.

Early on, Mae's group stumbles upon a discarded arm and some cryptic dialogue from a few characters. After each day, Mae experiences strange dream sequences that involve platforming segments and surreal representations of her friends and the town. Several hours of gameplay later, Mae witnesses a kidnapping on Halloween by what appears to be a ghost.

In the midst of all this, Mae hangs out with her friends and discovers what they've been up to in her absence. Bea runs the family business for her father, who broke down after her mom died, putting them in dire financial straits and preventing Bea from leaving Possum Springs; she bears resentment towards Mae, since she dropped out of college and came home for no apparent reason while also not maturing at all. Gregg is aimless, sporadic, and uninhibited, while his boyfriend Angus is neat, tidy, and overly helpful. Their relationship appears strong, and they are planning to move to a new city together, though Bea is convinced it won't last.

Mae does her best to strengthen bonds while suffering from a variety of stressors, like her family's money troubles, her self-destructive tendencies and dissociative episodes, and ominous celestial beings invading her mind. This sometimes leads to inadvertent and painful social situations, especially with Bea.

Mae attempts to investigate the supposedly supernatural happenings with the help of Bea, Gregg, and Angus, while her mental health steadily declines. Eventually, the group travels deep into the woods (at night) and stumble into a cult, after which Mae suffers a great fall and enters a coma. After waking up, Mae then attempts to confront the cult head-on, though her friends arrive to help. They enter a cave, find the cult again, discover the eldritch horror they serve and explore her personal connection to it, accidentally cause a cave-in and trap the cultists, escape the cave, and try to make sense of what happened after the fact.

Now, don't get me wrong. I rather enjoyed Night in the Wood's story. I really liked all the characters. I loved the dialogue. Even the platforming and various minigames were fine, if simplistic and occasionally annoying. The structure of this paragraph seems as though it's leading towards a big 'but'. I just wanted to say that I really liked the game, even though I don't generally enjoy video game stories, and especially not video games primarily about a story. Though I'm not from a run-down midwestern town, and obviously don't have the same sort of personal relationships she does, Mae's emotional strife and insecurities really resonated with me. Her personal thoughts and reactions often made me just stop and think about the many mistakes I've made with the people I care about and all the relationships I've ruined.

However, if the plot wanted to spend so much time on Mae and her friends, it should have been about Mae and her friends. Conversely, if it wanted to be about a spooky cult in a small town, it should have spent much more time on a spooky cult in a small town. The plot is torn between two diametrically opposed focuses, those being Mae's struggles to maintain relationships and her dealing with suspicious supernatural occurrences in Possum Springs. So much time passes before anything really happens with the cult and cosmic horror that I feel some people might even forget there is a cult and cosmic horror, and Mae isn't just experiencing a psychotic break for no reason.

In the end, the cult goes unresolved, and it's unclear what the relationship is with the residents of Possum Springs, or what its powers even are. I don't need the game to explain every aspect in detail, but no one appears to be affected by the existence of the cult and its god other than Mae. My brain was going into overdrive looking for clues, making patterns, identifying red herrings, anything that might help me understand the mystery, when in reality there was no mystery to understand.

There is also a severe lack of actual choice or decision making in terms of dialogue, and a distinct absence of any real challenge in gameplay. I definitely felt that this story could have been more efficiently told if it were in a book, usually after spending a few minutes walking around trying to find something important and

It doesn't help that I sometimes accidentally skipped certain segments, since it's not always explicitly clear if an action will push the day forward and lock me in. I even completely missed a third of the investigations since I chose to check out the historical society building with Gregg second when the game expected me to do it last. This sort of problem led to me giving up completely on other story-focus games like Kentucky Route Zero since I constantly skipped and missed chunks of stuff or did things out of the intended order and ruined the flow of events.

Now this has obviously gotten a little too long, so I'll just wrap it up by saying that Night in the Woods is great and I recommend it. It made me feel feelings, deep feelings, like I was moments away from crying on more than one occasion.

Thanks for reading. I have a lot on my mind because of this game, so I hope it was worth your time.

#night in the woods #nitw #mae borowski #video games #review #coyote

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msmarvelouswinchester · 3 years

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Irresistibly Yours

Chapter 4 - My Apologies

Summary - Y/N Y/L/N moves to NYC in hopes for a fresh start after a nasty breakup. There she meets her neighbor, the cynical lawyer, Dean Winchester. A love-hate relationship starts evolving between them ever since they met in the elevator one morning but a desperate situation and a string of lies forces the two friendly rivals to go on a date or rather a fake date. Will sparks fly between them when Dean gets to know Y/N real and up close? Will Y/N finally find her Prince Charming in the grumpy, workaholic, divorce lawyer?

Pairing - Lawyer!Dean Winchester x Y/N

Warning - None

WC - 2551

Square Filled - Fluff ( @girl-next-door-writes's Make Me Feel Bingo); Neighbours AU ( @anyfandomfluffbingo )

A/N - A new chapter! Hope you enjoy reading this!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Beta'd by @miss-nerd95 <33

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Adjusting her glasses on the nose, Y/N toyed around with the pen in hand, blankly staring at the kitchen wall. The empty sheet of paper sat there on the table, glaring at her. It was a bit old-school, considering her laptop was lying only a small distance away but this was how she preferred to work on her novel. It had nothing to do with her laziness.

The fear of another rejection was weighing heavily on her and she was really close to giving up on her dream of being an actually published writer. However, after her little pep talk to herself last night, she had this new indomitable spirit ignited inside her. Though that spirit was fading away with every passing minute now.

Y/N dropped the pen on the table with a huff, its metallic body hitting the wooden surface of the table as she got up to make herself a cup of coffee. Now, she might not want to admit it, but her novel wasn't the only thing that was troubling her.

A stranger’s callous comments should never hurt so much but when Dean called her stupid or rather a brainless idiot, for some reason, Y/N took it to the heart. She had then come to the conclusion that he was an ass and it was futile to even try and start a healthy relationship, but the bouquet of flowers sitting on the counter in front of her changed every perception of him yet again.

Ms. L/N, I didn't have any intentions of humiliating you. I'm really sorry. I hope you accept this small token of apology.

Walking up to the counter, Y/N picked up the small, white card and read the handwritten apology for the hundredth time that day. She didn't know if she should be impressed at his tacky methods of apologies or be annoyed at him for wrecking her mental sanity. Shaking off her thoughts, she was just about to dive back right into her writing when the coffee machine beeped.

“This is not gonna work.” She sighed, pouring one cup of the warm liquid and bringing it close to her lips. After finishing her drink, she decided to go out on a walk to clear her head but just as she stepped out of her house, she heard soft pitter patters of feet out in the hallway before a small figure of a hazel-eyed girl came into her sight.

Y/N tilted her head in confusion as the little girl ran in the halls. She looked around for her parents, but didn't see anyone else.

“Hey, pretty girl. What are you doing out here all alone?” She called out to the girl, making her stop in her tracks and look at Y/N.

“Daddy says not to talk to strangers.” She said while she cautiously approached the woman anyway.

“Where's your Dad?" She smiled softly, " I'm Y/N. See now you know me.”

“Daddy's-”

“I told you to stay inside, babygirl.” Y/N’s heart skipped a beat when she heard the all too familiar voice of her ridiculously handsome neighbor before the tall figure of the man himself appeared in front of her. His eyes were focused on the little girl as he walked up to her. Dean crouched down to her height, hands gently placed on her shoulders. “Never go anywhere alone again. Alright?”

Does he have a daughter?

But she had never seen the girl before. Y/N was in awe as she saw the grumpy facade fade away when he talked with her. She realised that there were so many things about Dean that she truly didn't know. Maybe she had, after all, misjudged him on some petty conflicts.

“At least your kid was within the building.” Y/N said.

“Ms. L/N.” Dean regarded and turned to look at her. He shuffled on his feet which made Y/N raise a curious brow.

“Hello, Mr. Winchester.” A look of guilt with an underlying hurt flashed in his eyes when she didn't acknowledge him by his first name. He was very sure his effort at a decent apology had been appalling and it made him wince, thinking of the awfully cringy card he had curated by his own hand to convey his regrets.

“She is pwetty.” The girl tapped his knee, attracting his attention while looking at Y/N.

“Y-yeah.” Heat crept up Y/N’s neck when she heard Dean agree with the kid. A moment of awkward silence passed as Dean looked back up at the woman, this time his gaze not faltering making the woman’s cheeks warm up even more. “She is pretty, baby.”

“You are prettier. Look at you! You look absolutely stunning in that dress and hair!” Y/N jumped in deciding to not make the situation more awkward. She hoped that Dean was maintaining his usual poker face, but instead, the corner of his lips tugged up in a little smile as the girl diverted her attention to Y/N.

“Uncle De did my hair.” She said proudly and Y/N stared at Dean. Uncle De? Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought of him to be such a gentle soul. She now remembered that the last time she saw Dean, he had told her about meeting up with his brother.

“He did an excellent job, I see.” The woman said as Dean got up and stood up straight. “What's your name, pretty girl?” She looked up at Dean, as he nodded his head.

“Ava.” She muttered.

“So Ava, remember next time to not go anywhere without Uncle De’s permission. Promise?” Y/N said and walked up closer to the two humans as Ava nodded her head agreeing to her proposition, all the while Dean’s eyes trailed along the woman's every movement. He was the best in his profession and he excelled at reading his client's body languages to figure out conflict, but Y/N was like a puzzle to him right now so he decided to take matters in his own hands.

“I hope you liked the flowers.” There it was, subtle, but at least he owned up to his apology. Y/N observed him for a moment, watching as he was nervously wringing his hands together. He seemed nervous around her. This wasn't the Dean Winchester she had come to know in the last few, quite unfortunate encounters.

“I did.” Y/N wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. He tightly held Ava’s hand to not let her out of his sight.

“De-” she pouted, “Uncle De!” The said man looked down at his niece.

“Stay put for a moment, babygirl. Uncle De needs to talk to this lovely young lady. Then we can go and get ice cream, like I had promised.” He said, before looking up at Y/N. “Listen, I'm sorry for what happened that day. I did not-” Sighing, Dean said before he was unceremoniously cut off by his phone vibrating in his pocket.

His face scrunched up as he stared at his phone screen. Sucking in a deep breath, he let the phone ring until the caller reached the voicemail. He chewed on his plump, pink lip when his phone lit up with a voice message. Y/N had an instinct he was avoiding someone, maybe an ex. Dean must have had some girlfriends.

“I'm sorry, I was saying-” the phone rang again and Dean was so close to throwing the little device against the wall.

“I think you should take that, which seems important. And I would leave you with your work things. I was going out for a walk anyway. Have a good day, Winchester.” Y/N said and walked right past the man.

“Hold up!” Y/N stopped walking before turning around to face the lawyer. “I never had the intention of hurting you.”

“Then you know the story wrong.” She said, shrugging

“Well if we study closely, the scarecrow was actually very intelligent but he never realised it.” Dean shrugged.

“So you're saying that I act stupid.” This time Y/N wasn't offended but she liked watching him squirm.

“N-no I didn't mean that-” He struggled to come up with yet another apology. “Can we drop the subject of the scarecrow? Let's just pretend the story doesn't exist in this context.” Y/N chuckled at the poor man, making him shake his head lightly.

“It's okay, Dean. Go, get the kid some ice cream.” She smiled.

“Join me for a drink sometime.” Dean blurted out without thinking. Pressing his lips into a thin line, he stared at Y/N, trying to gauge her reaction.

“I never pegged you for a guy to ask me for a drink.” She raised a brow at him.

“The card and flowers were pretty lame, I agree…but I do owe you a drink, or maybe a coffee, whatever you prefer.” He said. He knew his method of apologising was crappy but at that moment it was the best he could come up with. Dean never was a man of many words and he sucked at expressing his feelings so it was near impossible for him to think of anything better than this, but now he realised it would have been much better if he would have just knocked on her door.

“Sure.” Y/N nodded.

“How does tomorrow sound? Ava will be back with my brother by then. As you can see I kind of have my hands full right now.” He smiled. Y/N pondered over the sudden change in her hot neighbour’s behaviour. If this was the way Dean chose to open up to her, then so be it.

“Tomorrow sounds good,” she smiled back.

“G-great then!” Heat crept up his neck as he looked at Ava, a bit flustered. He didn't know what her deal was but she always rendered him speechless or stumbled on his own words, trying to form a good comeback. Y/N had an effect on him that neither Jo nor Lisa had ever had on him. Her perky attitude made him want to spend any time he got with her. They were poles apart but Dean found a sense of familiarity in her.

“I won't hold back you two any longer.” Crouching in front of the girl and ruffling her brown hair, Y/N said, “Don't settle with anything less than a triple scoop.”

“Don't give her any ideas,” Dean teasingly warned, “I have no idea how to deal with a kid on a sugar rush.”

“Then don't shy away from asking for a little help. I had to babysit my cousin's kids many times. I know a thing or two about babysitting,” Y/N said.

“I'll definitely take you up on that if things get out of hand.” He said, “See you tomorrow night. Have a good day, Ms. L/N.” He grabbed Ava’s hands tightly, pulling her close as he started to walk towards the elevator. Y/N shook her head, an amused laugh leaving her lips. Some things never change.

“I think the cupcakes worked their magic!” Dean teased, sharing a laugh with Y/N over a glass of Manhattan. This was the first time she had ever seen him laugh. Apparently, he was a happy drunk.

“Some roots of jasmine, rose thorns, a pinch of pearl dust and voila! You have the friendship potion,” She barely made it through with a straight face before bursting out in fits of laughter.

“I had a feeling that there was some kind of sorcery involved.” He said, signalling for another glass for both of them.

“This one’s on me,” Y/N said, making Dean scrunch up his face in an adorable pout.

“No it's not. I'm payin’, I was the one who asked you out.” His eyes immediately widened when he realised what slipped out through his mouth. “Not like an ‘asking out’ asking out. This is-” Dean waved at the space between them “-just a gesture of goodwill.”

“You're adorable.” Y/N giggled.

“What?”

“I know this isn't a date. Just two friends hanging out on a Sunday night.” She shook her head, chuckling as the man picked up his refilled glass and took a sip.

Even if Y/N said it was platonic, the ungodly amount of time she had spent in front of her closet to pick out a perfect outfit would definitely make her rethink her answer. She had skimmed through her closet, trying to find the dress that said ‘just friends’ but to her all the dresses she owned screamed ‘I want you to fuck me’.

Nevertheless, she had settled on a simple pair of blue jeans and a crop top. But she had felt seriously underdressed when she knocked on Dean's door and it had opened to reveal the man in a jeans t-shirt and black slacks, staring at her with a smile on his face.

“Well duh! My first impression of you kinda sucked.” Y/N said.

“I did warm up to ya, didn't I?” Dean chuckled. “Another round?”

“Nuh-uh. Sparkling water for me. I don't want to show up at work tomorrow puking my guts out. And that while nursing a painful hangover? No thanks” She laughed.

“You're no fun!” He chuckled with her.

“I am no fun? What about you, Mr. Turn-down-the-volume?” She said as the bartender pushed a glass of water towards her and poured out another to the man.

“You're never gonna let me live that down, are you?” He shook his head.

“Never.”

A moment of silence passed as Y/N looked across the nightclub buzzing with people just like any other Sunday night. She never thought Dean would be the person to even know about nightclubs around the city but guess she didn't know him that well.

“You wanna head back home? I can walk with you to your place, be all gentlemanly,” he smirked. She liked this drunk version of Dean. He was happier, far more cheesy and funnier than his workaholic version.

“Of course. It's not like we live in the same apartment,” she teased. “Hey, you wanna hit the dance floor before we go back?”

His eyes widened at her sudden question. “No, I don't dance.” He shook his head furiously, clearly stating that dancing was definitely not on his agenda.

“Oh come on, don't be shy.” She said.

“Nope.”

“Fine! You are no fun!” She rolled her eyes, “Let's get outta here then.”

The walk back to their apartment was filled with drunken giggles and cheesy banter. “I had a fun time tonight. Apologies accepted.” Y/N said, unlocking the door to her home.

“Glad to know that. I couldn't have lived knowing you hate me,” Dean teased, “I had a good time as well. I really needed a break from work.”

“So you do accept that you work too much?”

“Agree to disagree.” He shrugged, leaning against the doorway, “Night, Y/N.”

She walked up to the man and pecked his cheek, making his eyes go wide at the sudden affection. He swallowed hard as she stared up at him with hooded eyes. Patting his arms lightly, she said, “Night, Dean, see you in the morning.”

“Only if you're running late.”

Chapter 5

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— 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.

WARNINGS: light angst & swearing.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: he's one of my ultimate favorite snk characters, and i needed to cleanse my page of the heavy ass warrior content djjfjf.

"you're either a blessing, or you're a lesson. either or, you and i met for a reason."

with all of the gore and the misfortune that comes with your livelihood, it's connie that gets you through it.

as expected, you first fell in love with him for his humor. not for the humor itself, but for how it shed the smallest flicker of joy upon a heaping tower of despair— as soldiers, you needed that. fortunately, he was the one that brought it to the table. even during your days as cadets, connie lived to make you laugh. hearing a chuckle flutter from your core served as a form of therapy for him, and with time, he grew addicted.

with that being said, he does the stupidest shit in order to get your attention. even when you're together, he'll do what needs to be done. for example, one time, he tried to impress you by doing a trick while saddled up on his horse. in an attempt to twirl like a jackass ballerina, the horse decided that it deserved better, and kicked him clean off its back. at the sight of his 5'2 ass being hoisted eight feet into the air, you nearly choked.

prepare yourself, he's a cuddler. after a particularly hard day's worth of work, connie finds solace in bedding up with you, knowing that you're safe, and with him. he asks that you don't tell anybody, but he actually really enjoys cuddling as the little spoon. to have his head pressed against your chest, his ear to your heartbeat, brings him comfort. of course, he'll never detest to being your big spoon, either. he absolutely loves the feeling of you buried within his touch.

^ if you ever want to go an evening without cuddling, he'll be immediately offended. never, ever, ever will the two of you fall asleep back to back. he simply won't have it, it makes him feel as if something's wrong. and if that is the case, nobody's falling asleep until you've talked about it and successfully sorted it out.

at the beginning of your guys' relationship, everyone worried for you. did he coerce you, y/n? are you being forced? has he threatened you, has he threatened your family? nobody could grasp the fact that connie motherfuckin' springer had managed to pull you.

if there's any sort of sour talk regarding you, no matter how little it is, this man will leap to your defense. one time, jean called your bedhead ugly, and connie propelled a moldy roll of bread into his forehead. in the end, a massive food fight erupted, and you were just standing there with your bedhead like 🧍‍♀️

HOWEVER, there was an instance that actually led to a genuine, real fight between you two as a couple. you'd managed to scuff up your leg during the battle with kenny the ripper and his associates, and when it came down to who was and who wasn't going to tag along for the eren & historia rescue mission, connie belittled you to the team behind your back. not because he actually felt that way, but because he'd do anything to maintain your safety— even if it meant hurting your feelings. telling captain levi that your abilities were inadequate for that particular mission hurt him, but he did what he felt was necessary.

in the end, though, levi saw through the charade. to connie's dismay, you came with to save eren and historia. and during the entire journey, you didn't even utter a word to him. of course, though, during the battle, you put your frustrations aside. once you saw your lover's head nearly get kicked in during combat, you understood his intentions, and you forgave him. as expected, he replied to your forgiveness with humor,, his go-to coping mechanism.

"considering how sexy i looked on the battlefield, i knew you wouldn't be able to resist."

whenever his hair starts to grow out, you're the one that gets to cut it back down! he's able to do it himself, but he really likes it when you do it. you're typically propped up in his lap, sitting face to face as you file down his edges. he always loops his arms around your waist, intently staring you in the face— seeing you so concentrated on his hair, he can't help it.

you wouldn't expect this from connie whatsoever, but he likes it when you read to him. pick a literature of your choice and let him kick back and rest his head onto your lap, pleasE. he'll close his eyes, and for the first time in forever, stay still. the only time he and books ever coexist is when you're reading one to him. he'll also make fun of you whenever you stumble over a sentence,, so get ready.

the day you realize that this motherfucker is nearing six feet tall, you're ready for the holy spirit to whisk you away. literally, you measure his height on the weekly once you realize he just keeps gaining inches. that, and when he starts growing more into his face? lawd, take you now.

"connie, you're getting seXY-"

"what the hell does thaT mE A N-"

many, many proposals. none are meant to be taken seriously, which the both of you know. still, there are far too many proposals between the two of you. one time, you killed a fly midair, and he thought you were the baddest bitch on the block.

"marry me."

another time, he swooped you into the air with his maneuvering gear, and as you held onto him for dear life, you looked him dead in the face: "marry me, you baldheaded bastard."

it can be a reel, how many times the two of you say that bullshit. somehow, it's cute.

he doesn't really take basic boundaries into consideration. like, one time, you caught him using your toothbrush because he couldn't find his. it wasn't fun, you had to give him a serious talking to.

he is, without a doubt, constantly prepared to lay down his life for you on the battlefield. during his time as a soldier, he's grown significantly strong— and once he fell in love with you, he's felt even stronger. not only do you give him drive, but you lend him strength. with that being said, you're somebody he'd die for without even an ounce of hesitation. and knowing him, he's probably made that more than obvious.

when connie's village was destroyed and it was discovered that his entire family was turned into titans, you were one of the only ones to actually comfort him. you were absolutely enraged at how nonchalantly your lover's loss was set aside, and although he'd tried his hardest to conquer the grief alone, it was you who sat at his bedside at night, cradling him in your arms as he wept. never in your life had you seen him so distraught. after that period of time, your relationship with him only deepened in its seriousness.

as expected, you and sasha spend quite a bit of time together! after all, that's your boyfriend's best friend. given her easygoing nature, it didn't take long for sasha to absolutely adore you. naturally, she wonders how the hell you manage to operate with a boyfriend like that, but she tries not to ask questions.

speaking of the wonder twins, they love getting you in trouble. whenever the two of them think up an astonishingly moronic shenanigan, there's a solid 50/50 chance that you'll be looped into it, too. one time, they purposefully dulled jean's razor, and when he went to shave, it only ended in him splitting his face open due to placing too much pressure. as a joke, those two jackasses carved your initials into the handle. when jean decided that he'd murder you, connie tried playing the hero, lEapiNg to your defense. it was stupid, and it didn't work. you still laugh about it, though.

there have been several jokes regarding starting a family and growing old together— secretly, though, connie doesn't want them to just be jokes.

he stole a stray cat for you. yup, yes he did. the two of you were walking about the city, and you saw a gray-haired sleeping beside a trash bin behind a local vendor. you compared its fur to the color of his hair, calling it cute. out of impulse, connie went back to that exact same vendor later on that day, trapped the cat in a box, and brought it to your doorstep.

his forearms and fingertips were covered in claw marks, but to see your face light up the way that it did, any amount of pain was immediately worth it.

after the nickname that shadis had given connie on the first day of cadet training, you named the kitty q-ball. 🥺

during the season four era, the two of you share a house. at first, captain levi argued against it— "put a pair of horny teenagers in a home together, what do you think is gonna happen?"

y'all said fuck it, and lived together anyways. it's you, him, and your lovely child, q-ball. occasionally jean, too. some nights, he doesn't want to be alone.

eskimo kisses. during the prepping of every single mission, you'll get eskimo kisses. it's a small, loving gesture the two of you do before heading into the battlefield. as a sign of your love, you'll press your foreheads together and rub noses, weapons holstered and ready for combat. it's a serious tradition, and it'll never be ignored.

and after a mission, connie has this habit of pinching your cheeks immediately after rushing towards you. it isn't to be cute, either. it's so that he can scan you, and check you for any harm. basically, it's him squeezing the life out of your face while bombarding you with questions.

expect supremely cheesy pet names! bae, biscuit, buttercup, baby thing, sexy bitch, and so on. if it were anyone else, he would 100% make fun of them. but it's him, therefore adorable.

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