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tinandabin · 3 months

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SAGAU but the the reader is the ACTUAL creator

Thorny love: part 5

Previous part: part 4

a/n: am I back from the dead? I dunno, but yesterday night I felt like writing and wrote another part. so, I decided to publish it here also!

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"Yo-Your Grace... You are finally here.." Ei spoke, her eyes wide and her legs shaking a bit. It almost looked like she was gonna cry. However, her face hardened up as soon as more people started gathering around you and her. Perhaps, you were the only one to catch a glimpse of her expression. She is an Archon, she too has a reputation to uphold in Inazuma, after all. "Hello, Ei. How have you been?" You smiled at her, hand going up to ruffle her hair. Revelyn still hadn't let go of your robe, her hold on it tightened a bit.

Ei's breath hitched as soon as your hand messed with her hair. "I'm..." She tried to find the right words to express her feelings, but she couldn't. How can she explain that she felt as if a part of her had been torn from her when you left her? It felt as if...she had been plunged into never-ending despair and loneliness. She missed you, very dearly. The place where her heart should have been, felt strangely empty without your embrace, your smile, your eyes, you.

Your hand retreated soon enough, "You don't have to answer, Ei." You gently told her, sensing her inner turmoil. It hurt you to leave your creations suffering and in agony, it truly did so. But some actions are sadly enough, necessary.

Ei smiled and nodded, hand coming to hold yours when she saw another hand grasping your robe. Immediately, she looked at the culprit only to see the face of the impostor. How dare she even show her face here after all she did? The thought made her scoff. She not only deceived the Archons but even you. The nerve of some people.. And now she acts all angelic and needy when you show up? But of course, Ei won't say anything. Not in front of you.

"And who might be the coward behind you, Your Grace?" Ei gestured towards Revelyn behind you. You smiled beamingly, gently prying Revelyn from behind you. "Oh, come now, Ei, you don't remember her?" You asked her innocently, quickly realizing the jab she was throwing towards Revelyn, but brushing it off. You don't wish for an argument to start over here, of all places.

Ei stared at Revelyn for a moment, taking your hint to not taunt her. "I do, Your Grace. How could I not?"

"I'm glad to know so, " You put your hands on Revelyn's shoulder, your touch sending an electrifying shock of pleasure through her body. "Everyone misunderstood Revelyn. She's a very sweet and angelic girl. I'm sure she will fit right back in, hm?"

Revelyn stood awkwardly, clearly wanting to be anywhere but here. She decided to keep up her act of cowardice until you left. "Um.. Hi," Her meek voice spoke up, a slight tremble to it. She batted her eyelashes at Ei, smiling softly. "I'm Revelyn.. Revelyn Aniela. "

The surname struck some nostalgic feeling inside you. You had a brief feeling that perhaps you had heard this somewhere before, that perhaps someone dear to you held the same surname. Someone close to your heart, your mind, your soul- but who? Who was that? You can't recall. Aniela. Aniela. Aniela. So familiar, yet so distinct. Maybe it was simply the name of a friend long gone, you would love to give yourself this benefit of doubt, but you're not the kind of person to do that. You're the Creator for fuck's sake, if you're remembering something, then that must be because it's important! It was of significance, you wouldn't just remember a random surname, right? Right...?

You shook your head, deciding you're indeed giving yourself the benefit of the doubt because you're too old to deal with this detective stuff. Frankly enough, if you think about it more, you'll probably just get a headache. Best to leave it be, now. You'll just ask Seraphina to play detective, like always. You cleared your throat. "So, what are we waiting for? Shall we go?"

Ei nodded right away, grabbing your hand and Intertwining your fingers. "As you wish, Your Grace. "

Revelyn was left behind to catch up.

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A few days passed in Inazuma without much commotion. You spent most of the time with Ei, Revelyn of course stuck around so long as you were there. Personally, you were tired of both of them. They need to stop clinging to you like you're their mother. Ei, you understood why she clinged to you, considering she didn't see you for months on end, but Revelyn, who lived with you for like... the past month, it wasn't very understandable. Lile be for real, Revelyn. You not tired yet? Like. Girl. Stop embarrassing yourself and get some self respect and go where you're actually wanted.

So, for both your sanity and their's (Lie), you decided to leave both of them together to socialize and become the best of best friends. (Lie. You just wanted time to yourself and wanted to meet Yae Miko.) Of course, you were, for the first time, surprised to see both Ei and Revelyn unite together. Merely for the purpose of notetting you leave but hey, progress! They atleast united for a common goal, no matter how troublesome that may be for you.

Their combined forces weren't enough to deter you, in the end, you won and they were forced to talk to each other or sulk together, or maybe, a rare possibility, but have a heated make-out session. Who knows. Whatever works, works. They're on their own now and you're on your own, to meet Yae Miko and have a heated make-out session with her perhaps. It won't happen, maybe, but the thought is entertaining though. You're like, 93% certain Miko would agree if you asked. It's not like she hasn't suggested that before. Ah, enough thoughts. You're here.

"Good grace, it's such a heavy task to climb these hills to just be graced by your presence, Miko, " You let out a whine, leaning against one of thr shrine. "You should know my old bones can't hold for long-" A book was placed against your lips and a fluffy, really fluffy and soft, tail caressed your thigh sneakily. "My my, Your Divinity, you ought to know, I don't fancy you saying those words. You look very beautiful, and ravishing, might I add. " Yae Miko said, leaning in close to you with a smirk on her face.

You placed a hand on her wrist, gently removing the book. "I'm happy you think so, but might I say, you look even more delightful, " You replied back with a grin. This flirty playful banter was always your favorite thing to do in Inazuma, apart from watching Revelyn and Ei be at their throats, of course. "Oh please, Your Divinity, you flatter me. But we both know, you're the most beautiful-" You placed a finger on her lips. "Ahhh, shhh. Nothing more to speak of this topic. You can't argue with me on this, you're, of course, the most stunning woman in Inazuma, "

Miko let out an offended gasp, "Inazuma only? Is that my beauty's worth to you, Your Divinity? I'm offended, " She pouted, clearly putting up an act just for you.

"No no, my dear. I meant in whole Teyvat. It would be a crime for me to think your beauty isn't other worldly, "

And this playful banter continued on.

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On the other side, Revelyn and Ei were indeed having a heated make-out session. Not the kind you're thinking of.

"Oh, so as soon as my graceful creator leaves, you suddenly drop the act of cowardice?" Ei stared at Revelyn, a cold and unrelenting aura around her.

"Your creator...? Psssh," Revelyn let out a mocking laugh, "Please. Your words are blatantly false!" She glared at Ei, her fists clenching at her sides.

"Shut up, you witch, you casted a spell of sorts on my graceful creator, didn't you? That's why she is completely and utterly fooled by you!"

"Oh? I'll cast a spell on you too and turn you into a monkey if you don't shut up!"

You walked in with a smile. "Guys. I just had a make-out session with Miko-"

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yu-huuuu · 2 months

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I feel that people in recent times have ruined an entire generation. There are literally sick people who are writing as if they were sick with the topic of incest and all its derivatives, as if it were a damn new game that came out on the market.

If I'm honest, I'm afraid that these people have a little brother or sister because of the content they consume. Because if these people have siblings, imagine if they rape their younger sister or brother or abuse them. Let me ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me: if that is their fetish, do you think they wouldn't do it if they didn't have the opportunity? Do you really think that readers and writers only read and write for pleasure or because they know they can't take advantage of someone because they know there are consequences for their actions, and they decide to bring out all those types of fantasies in "fictional characters"?

As the younger sister of two brothers, it doesn't fit into my head to read something like that, because I know what it's like to have siblings, take care of them, and love them. I can't put myself in those people's shoes because I don't understand them; I don't understand their sick fetishes or how they enjoy them.

I just wanted to get everything off my chest because I couldn't take it anymore with everything that's going around on Tumblr. It feels like you're on a page full of pedophiles and incestuous people. Seriously, it's disgusting. And even though you haven't read any of that content, it's disgusting, and no, you can't forget it because you know it's going around on the internet- and you saw it, you know it's there, and you can't do anything about it or even forget it.

You may think I'm exaggerating but in the part of the world where I live there are homicides and abuses against women. You literally see every day on the damn news how a woman or girl was abused or disappeared... Do you know what I saw the other day? a case in which a three-year-old girl was abused by her older brother and cousin.

and then you start thinking about the sick people who genuinely enjoy that damn content. maybe if those people lived the same fear that I and the other women in my country suffer when we go out on the street or meet strangers, they would come to their senses.

That's all; maybe I'll delete it later.

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darkest-depravity · 7 months

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Two Forms of Desperation

I'd love to keep you in a chastity cage for weeks, and tease you every single day. You're a kept woman, of course, but that doesn't mean the teasing needs to stop when I go to work. I'll leave you with a remote vibe inside your cage and a plug in your ass and steadily edge you all day, every day. You'd better not fucking fall behind on your housework because of this. But you're such a good girl, and I know that you fear me even more than you want me, so you don't.

I'll watch you deteriorate as a human being. Watch you debase yourself, so frantically desperate for any kind of release. Watch you devolve into wrenching sobs as you cling to my feet, not daring to glance up at me for fear of meeting my cold eyes, indifferent to your suffering.

Then, one day, you're doing dishes. Your whole face feels puffy and tight from crying, but still, the tears flow down your cheeks as the pain in your cage remains unbearable. You look so broken. That's when I decide to take you. I grab a fistful of your hair and drag you to the living room, throwing your body to the ground and your face into the carpet. You feel an overwhelming surge of relief as I unlock the cage, and all you can do is whimper, "Thank you, Goddess" over and over in a frail, choked little voice. I don't start slow. I fuck you harder than I've ever fucked you before. I keep the vibe on you and turn up the intensity to its maximum. The effect is instantaneous. The most incredible orgasm you've ever experienced in your worthless little life and fresh tears of joy stream down your face as you're completely overcome with pleasure the likes of which you never could have even imagined.

But then I don't stop. I slow down and lower the vibration just enough for your body to recover between orgasms, then ramp it up to maximum again. Over and over, shuddering tidal waves of pleasure burst through your entire being. Your body convulses and you feel like every single one of your muscles is spasming out of control. It's too much. It's too much. Soon, each wave begins to decline in pleasure and the sensation shifts to pain. It hurts now. Every thrust sends a stabbing pain through your body, and every orgasm depletes you more and more of energy you didn't even think you had left. You beg me to stop. I ignore you. You scream and wail and cry and beg and feel as though your body is being torn apart. All of your senses seem to blacken and some instinct drives you to get away, to please make it stop, but I'm just so much stronger than you and I've already left you so weak. I hold you down and push your face into the floor, then fuck you even harder. Somewhere in the only minute rational corner of your mind you have left, you wonder how I could possibly be fucking you harder than I was before.

This goes on for what feels like hours. What began as heaven has twisted into hell. Eventually, your screaming ceases and you become silent, accepting the piercing pain that rips through your body with each thrust. This is what penetration feels like. You forget who you are. You become an unthinking husk.

Finally, I stop.

I collapse on the floor next to you, pulling your small, violently trembling body into mine, and kiss your neck so softly. I stroke your nipples and caress every inch of your round softness so gently. I tell you over and over how perfect you are, how wonderfully you did, and how much I love you. I know you're not strong enough to stand, so I lift you up in a bridal carry and take you to the bed. I make you drink water and I cook you your favorite meal. We watch one of your comfort movies as you melt into my arms and freshly sob. I coo reassurances and stroke your hair, and you cling to me so tight that your knuckles turn pale. Finally, mercifully, the emotion slowly subsides and you drift off into the heaviest and most restful sleep you've ever had.

When you wake up the next morning, you find two things: a plate of breakfast and a hot cup of coffee on the nightstand made just how you like it, and the chastity belt locked around your waist.

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macsimagines · 10 months

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what about alpha!kisaki, like do you think his yandere tendencies would be worse if he was an alpha? you’re very consistent btw, I love your blog 🥹🫶

(Finally Alpha!Kisaki <3!!! Thanks for the request and compliment this will be one of the last ABO requests I do so I'll try to make it good. Also I feel like an ass because I went overboard on this one... oops can you guys tell I have a favorite)

Yandere!Alpha Kisaki

Met you through a Rut Aid service. Sort of...

Kisaki was taken aback when he presented as an alpha. He was pleasantly surprised and was at first excited to be apart of an elite. Then his ruts hit and apparently they're out of control.

After a few doctor visits he's diagnosed with over producing dominate pheromones. Its apparently common when a young Alpha is surrounded by other very strong and dominate Alphas.

Because he is so much younger than most of the gang members and finds himself in a leadership position his body is trying to overcompensate.

When his ruts hit is when domineering pheromones' overproduce and cause him to have hyper aggression and feral behavior. His room was in complete shambles and he actually tried to fight his own parents.

Its decided he will be going on intense suppressants and will be having his ruts at a private facility where he will be supplied with artificial omegan pheromones that should calm him down.

They don't. Nothing fucking works for years and years. He's an adult now, and not one thing has helped. He just eats suppresants like they're candy and prays to god he can keep it together.

Nobody else notices his issues though. He keeps it under wraps and when he needs to rut, he usually has his lackeys prepare him a special room.

He's almost killed omegas that volunteer to help him through, he hopes one will actually work but they all smell like shit and his Alpha just wants to rip them to shreds when they get too close.

Then comes a new service that provides alpha's with fresh real omegan scents for their rut. If he likes one then he send his own scented item in. If you're a match you two will begin an anonymous pen pal service.

The idea appealed to him, because he was a very dangerous and private man. He needed his anonymity. It was worth a shot at the very least...

They send him a box of samples filled with items like plushies or sweaters (some freaks send their underwear wtf-)

Kisaki has gone through at least 4 boxes and he's about to give up when he stumbles upon a hoodie. Your hoodie. With some inane cartoon or video game (insert favorite cringe character here)

He throws your bag across the room hard as he can because he's so annoyed and it snags on the edge of the table and rips. Then he smells it.

The most perfect soothing calming thing he's ever had the pleasure of smelling in his life. And its your hoodie. He buries his face in it, drinks it in like its water and he's been dying of thirst.

Oh yes, thank fuck, dear god. You're perfect.

If he had a little more restraint he'd be embarrassed at how fast he comes that night. He's not even in rut but he's fucking his own hand like he's 12 again...

Calls the service the next day and tells them he's incredibly interested in your items and wants them all. Exclusively. He also asks (demands) for your personal profile.

They tell him "Thats not how this works sir." and he almost burns their headquarters to the ground, but decides against it. He has to be smart and safe about this. He can't loose his omega.

Plays along with the service, has his best cashmere sweaters and silk shirts sent out to you.

Its a match! Of course it is. You're all but mated to him at this point, and its decided then that for your heats and his ruts you'll be exchanging scented items.

While that happens he has his men infiltrate the company and find you. Finally gets his hands on your information and wants to puke.

There's nothing wrong with you, its just the circumstances.

You suffer from a pheromone diversion disorder and a pheromone deficiency. Your body has a hypersensitivity to alpha pheromones causing you reject the majority of them and your body produces a miniscule amount of omegan pheromones because of being unable to handle others.

Its like you were made for him. His perfect match...

You're younger, and poor. At least by his standards. He can't stand the fact that you send him your cheap shirts and sweaters. Not because he finds it to be pathetic, but because he knows you deserve better. You need what Kisaki, your alpha, can provide.

Lets you go through one heat with his scented items and gets a letter from you explaining how thankful you are.

"You were the only alpha to like my scent, funny right? Saved my butt though, your smell was the only one I liked too."

Kisaki decides that's it. He's gonna make you his Omega soon. He's got an imported collection of hand crafted luxury collars on the way, you'll pick one out when you're ready he just wants to have them prepared and he plans a meet cute.

He had his men tracking you for weeks, since the first time he found out your name and address. Knows you like to just listen to music and walk in the park. You'll bump into each other, smell one another on accident, and fall in love.

The guy is so dedicated to this that he even wears casual clothes, (Vicuna Wool isn't casual you pompous shit), and when it happens he loses himself for a moment.

Your shoulders brush, your eyes meet, and for once in fucking years, he feels at peace. He doesn't even say what he was planning on saying and you take the lead (that wasn't supposed to happen shit-)

"Uh, heya stranger," you smile at him cocking your head, "Smell'ya around?"

This was easy, you two hit it off. You make it easy... Your personality is incredibly calm compared to his own highstrung one. The only problem is that he doesn't want to wait. He needs you now.

Fate is finally on his side, and you ask about the item exchange. He says "What if we just...Shared our heats and ruts together.

He has you convinced it's a good idea. When else will you meet an Alpha whos smell you actually love?

The key to his plan. You're going to bond Kisaki. He's going to get you so high on his over production of pheromones that you're going to go feral and bite him right on his mating mark.

You'll wake up after your heat and feel like a total monster, while he's on cloud nine. That was the best week of his life, his knot felt so at home snuggly inside you...

Kisaki will comfort you. Tell you its not your fault, that he should've done something... Don't worry baby, he knows you'll take responsibility.

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fushiguroshotwife · 8 months

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HAUNTED HOUSE

TW: unprotected sex, deep throats, blowjobs, gagging, a little age gap between reader and Toji, RAPE-PLAY kink!.. Ve's note !: This needs more warnings but idk 😭— Honestly I don't like how I made the theme of this i kinda think it doesn't look good but I finally made smut so idc hehe, Again, even if you're not a minor; if you're not comfortable with Rape-Play DNI. But both partners have given consent!.. What happens?: Toji gives in to acting for your kink after you begged him for your little fantasy of Rape-Play in a haunted house 🏚️ ... [Luv] WC : 1,002 words! This is for @fuyuswifey 's 31daysofhalloween collab 🏚️

MDNI 18+ CONTENT HAPPY EARLY SPOOKY SEASON 🎃

It was late at nighttime when you and your female friends visited a haunted house, and the only reason you went there was simply because you had gotten extremely bored.

While your so-called buddies went to the locations where the workers, also known as the folks costumed to perform jump scares, were, you headed to the darker, more deserted areas of the old house.

The moments were slipping away like wind because you were overwhelmed with boredom.You decided to pay a visit the nearby cornfield maze because it was just a short trip away.

As you approach the maze's entrance to see how things are going, you notice that no one is present. Instead, everyone has entered the haunted home to see if they would experience any fright.

You didn't mind it all that much because there was no one to annoy you in the maze—there were no crying infants or crying little children, nothing at all.. just nothing..

As if you were in a scary movie, the night grew progressively darker until it seemed as though you could not see anything else. However, you could see things, but darker than usual.

Then a dark tall man wearing a black mask and black lose shirt and cargo pants with quite the strong figure walked up to you intimidatingly, you panicked and thought nothing of it and hoped it's just another man going to the maze, but oh.. how you're mistaken..

Next, the man crept up a little bit. He grabbed you by the neck, held you motionless, and slammed you onto the hard, cold ground.Panic increased as you panted from the unexpected movement.

When you felt his hot breath on your neck, you froze and shivered. You said, "Sir, p..please don't hurt.. me," in a low toned voice.

"Are you trying to command me, little girl?" he snorts. He cluckles like a psychopath, and you plead, "no.. b..but.."

Before you could complete, the masked man sits on the ground at your height because you are unable to stand up at all.

His eyes widened as he ripped off your crop top, revealing nothing but your bare breasts within. As you pant in anxiety, he nibbled on your nipples.

As he spoke while groping you, you pant helplessly."What's up, kid? Not being able to speak? going to cry now? "Poor thing," he spat and laughed maniacally.

You only manage to contain your tears as you wriggle in his arms and feel his hands touching your exposed breasts.

You start to sweat profusely from the tension, and you let out a quiet, low moan. His eyes widened again, and he pulled off his undergarments and trousers, saying, "Take it all, kiddo." He cluckles like a lunatic and thrusts his large hairy, veiny dick into your mouth. As you spit it out, he moves it back and further in. "Take it all, or I'll make you suffer pain if you don't." He spat laughing .. Over and over, it makes you gag.

You repeatedly sucked his dick clean up until.. "Take everything in your mouth, and perhaps I'll reward you for being such a good little girl." He laughed like though a psychopath in the blood, When you followed his instructions, he came right into your mouth and commanded in a stern voice, "Take it all down there, kid."

Not that you had a choice, you obeyed.

He entered your mouth, tore off your miniskirt, and dove right into your sex as you gasped with such pleasure. You thought, 'I'm not supposed to like this. Am I?,' as he inserted his finger directly into the small opening that was deep within your sex.

You groan loudly as he fucks you vigorously and hits all the right points because, after all, you need him. You pant and squirm as he does it. "Feelin' good, kid?" he chuckled with his deep raspy voice.

You groan deeply in a more intense, softer voice like a pornstar; it was too much for you to bear. "It appears that someone may be enjoying this a little too much, are we? " He responded in a hoarse, deep, low voice..

"Fu- fuck! Toji m' cumin' mm!" You barely had said, he was a tad bit surprised.. "are you not on control?.." he asked as he rose up to look at you on the ground..

"y..yeah.. m 'sorry .. " you replied a soft toned voice.. "alright then.. did I scare you, princess?" He cluckles the same as before, "maybeee!.." you replied.. "alright.. I did your little fantasy ya' weirdo.. " he laughed.

"I am not weird! " you protest. "Oh I'm sorry— should I call you a fuckin' down bad little pussy for me? " he replied with a sarcastic grin..

"because to have such a fantasy like yours is unusual, ain't it, my dirty lil slut?.." he says.. you pout in return, "don't pouts brat, I did what ya' asked." He says with a smirk, "or do you just want a round 2 already, what a needy brat, aren't ya darlin'? "

"what.. mm.. n..no.. " you replied stuttering like a dork.

"then get up and lets go back home, kiddo." He said in a raspy voice

"okay.. fine.." you pout, as you tried to get up.. you couldn't..

"awwh did I fuck you so hard you can't stand on two legs anymore?.. how cute.." he smirked, you say, "just shut up and get me off the floor!.." he helped you off the floor and carried you away like a groom to his bride..

You lay next to him on his bed at home and cling on to him as you think of the whole thing that just happened..

You completely forget you left your friends right inside of that damned haunted house thing that you all went, but none of that matters, all that matters, is Toji.. toji fushiguro is the only thing you care about, you didn't give a shit about them anyway.. let them be there.. they will find a way out sooner or later, right?..

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shaynawrites23 · 6 months

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I feel like Sirius Black was classically taught how to dance. Could you do a HC based on the reader not being good at it so when somone asks her to the yule ball infant of her friends she said no then tells the marauders she can't dance so she won't be going.

I Don't Dance... Or Do I?

Sirius Black x reader

Word count: 877

A/N: i turned this into a fic instead bc i was feeling the format more than a HC, hope you don't mind! it also turned out longer than expected lol

You love and hate the Yule season.

Love, because all the most gorgeous ballgowns go on sale, the excitement is palpable in the air, and the school grounds always resemble a winter wonderland straight out of a fairytale.

Hate, because the big event is a ball, and you can't dance.

Well, strictly speaking, you can. You're not very good at it, though; you always end up at least two steps behind your partner even when you swear you did everything exactly as all the other girls did. It's a sight, watching you flounder on the dance floor attempting to catch up, and it's a sight you refuse to give Hogwarts the pleasure of.

So usually, you skip the ball.

Or sometimes, you sneak in for a few minutes, just long enough to soak up the atmosphere before you go back to ensuring nobody asks you to dance. Which they can't if you're far, far away from the dance floor. The harder part, honestly, is coming up with reasons not to go if someone asks you to the ball.

This year is no different. You manage to dodge the few invitations you receive; your potential dates suffer the case of disappointment that so often accompanies (gentle) rejection, but you know they'll get over it. And as the Yule Ball grows ever closer, you're beginning to believe you're in the clear for yet another year. Your secret is safe, just as you wanted it to be.

Until someone asks you in front of your friends.

The boy—you can't even remember his name, that's how little you've spoken to him—takes your answer as expected, and while you do feel a twinge of guilt for turning him down like that, your fear of humiliation is stronger.

"You're not going to the ball?" Is this the first time your friends realize you aren't going? See you turn down a date to the biggest event of the winter season? Judging from their reaction and the three pairs of incredulous eyes on you, it probably is.

"No," you huff, sitting back down on the floor of the common room, where you'd been sitting when what's-his-name approached you, and you lean your head against Sirius' thigh. Sirius, who only smiles and pets your head affectionately from where he's taking up half the couch.

When you don't offer any further clarification, the boys share a look, and you swear you can pinpoint the moment they decide they want to hear the reason.

"Well, why on earth not? You love Yule, and as Sirius here always says, you'd look beautiful in a gown." James skillfully dodges the pillow Sirius throws at his head. Sirius concludes James has had too much practice dodging bludgers during Quidditch.

"Would you believe me if I said I just don't feel like going?"

The reason feels weak already on your tongue, and you gather from their similarly raised eyebrows that the answer is no. Darn it.

"You don't have to go," Remus starts, "but if you don't, we'd like to know why so we know you aren't missing on the fun over a small thing we could have helped with."

Fun. The Yule Ball does sound like fun, a lovely night off among all the beautifully dressed students and faculty alike, enjoying the decorations and the music and the atmosphere...

"I can't dance," you groan into Sirius' thigh before you can help yourself. "I can't dance, and it's a ball, and I don't want to humiliate myself in the middle of the dance floor."

Because the fear of the embarrassment far outweighs your desire to take part in the festivities.

"Is that all?" You look up for just long enough to see Remus' surprised expression, mixed with something that looks half-smug, the way he does whenever he wins complicated debates. "See, I knew it'd be something solveable. Just have Sirius teach you. Then you'll know how to dance, and you can come to the ball."

"Sirius?"

"Despite what you might think, princess, I am qualified to teach ballroom dancing. Or to take you to the ball. Or both," the boy in question chimes in with a wink. The disbelief must still be plain on your face, because he adds, "All members of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black are formally trained in more styles of formal dancing than I want to count. You've heard tales of my mother, do you really think she'd be able to live with anything less?"

That is a good point. Sometimes, it's easy to forget Sirius' high-society upbringing. And honestly, what do you have to lose?

"You'd really teach me?"

"Would the condition of going to the ball as my date be pushing my luck too far?"

That one, you don't even have to think about. Who wouldn't want to go to the ball on Sirius Black's arm?

"No, Siri," you laugh, using your hand on his leg to help you sit up. "But you better teach me properly."

"Don't worry, princess," he chuckles. "You won't be disappointed."

That evening, when you receive your first dance lesson from Sirius Black, you can only conclude he isn't as good a teacher as he made himself out to be.

He's better.

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fincalinde · 1 year

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for your ask meme: wei wuxian?? 👀

Since I've got some new followers over the past couple of days (who knew what branching out from Xiyao would do for my reputation!), I'll once again add the disclaimer that I write MDZS meta and not CQL meta. I'm aware that in CQL, WWX is characterised somewhat differently. I have thoughts on that too, but I'm not immersed enough in CQL to commit to sharing them publicly.

Since WWX is the main character and appears in almost every scene, I won't attempt to write a thesis statement on him. (You cannot afford my hourly rate.) Instead I've decided to focus on an aspect of WWX that I feel is often overlooked or sanitised. That is to say:

WWX is extremely annoying.

He's not just irritating, or overly exuberant, or a touch too arrogant. He is infuriatingly obnoxious.

Obviously WWX is also brave and often well-meaning. He loves deeply, even if he consistently lets down the people who care about him. He's strong-willed enough to abide by his own sense of morality in the face of overwhelming disapproval and danger, and arrogant enough to make unilateral decisions when it would be better for all concerned if he took a step back. He's bad at big picture thinking and rarely considers the full ramifications of his actions, but he's also incredibly adept at getting out of scrapes, and he has an admirable if also somewhat depressing ability to shrug off pain and suffering that is the result of his difficult days on the streets and his mistreatment by YZY.

And he's obnoxious.

I do think it often gets forgotten, because Wangxian is intended to be a love story and it's much more tempting to write sweeping romance and charming banter than hark back to all the canonical moments in which characters, including LWJ, genuinely want to throttle him to death.

He never shuts up! He's constantly laughing far too loudly and for too long. He's the sort of person who thinks it's funny to pull the rug out from under someone in a conversation so they end up discomfited and embarrassed. I fully understand that a large part of his hectoring LWJ is a precursor to his later romantic interest and is in line with his flirtation style, but the fact remains that he goads LWJ beyond the point of endurance on multiple occasions. LWJ just happens to be a weird dude who's really into it.

A good example of what I mean is when Wangxian encounter each other at Phoenix Mountain. WWX asks LWJ if he's ever kissed someone, then proceeds to speculate that LWJ has never been kissed and will never be kissed. LWJ doesn't seem to mind this at first, and only becomes angered when WWX lies about having been kissed before himself (oh LWJ), but it's important to remember that WWX has no idea that LWJ has any interest in him whatsoever. From WWX's perspective, he's just having fun belittling someone else over a topic that for most young people is a sensitive one. I don't want to oversell this moment and claim that it's bullying, actually, but I do want to use it to highlight that WWX is not always a considerate person and this type of behaviour is teeth-achingly thoughtless and cringeworthy.

I could go on, but if you pick any given scene including WWX you're likely to see dialogue in which he's being actively annoying to other characters, intentionally or otherwise. This isn't an attack on him, just an observation that in order to write him in a canon consistent manner he should be not just witty and chatty in a way where other characters simply roll their eyes and keep going. He should genuinely actually aggravate them and it should have consequences within the scene. Characters such as JC and WQ care about WWX but also find him infuriating, and that's with good reason—never mind the juniors, whom WWX takes pleasure in messing with. There are many characters who feel great respect and affection for WWX, and every single one of them also regularly feels deep frustration and irritation towards him too. There should be some meat on the bones of any back and forth between them.

#ask #thatswhatsushesaid #roquen meta #i consider wwx an extremely difficult character to write #capturing this aspect of him without alienating your audience #is quite the tightrope #it's not surprising that it's often watered down #or just generally made more palatable

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deramin2 · 4 months

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Bell's Hells are so stupidly reckless and refuse to communicate even though they're breaking down from the stress and have all decided their lives aren't worth living so they'll fatally gamble for the cause. But also they love each other very much from the trauma bonding of the last 81 days and if any of them died the others worried destroy the world in their grief. They are walking disasters who should not be relied on to make cookies for a pot luck but have just been tasked with one of the riskiest and most critical scouting missions in history that could be the only thing that stops or mitigates a second Calamity. They might end up fighting each other to the death.

I love them so much. They are each my blorbos that I endlessly rotate around my brain. I'm having fun with seeing where this goes precisely because it feels unpredictable. Or like Uncut Gems where the whole appeal is that the main character is digging himself into a deeper and more dangerous hole with every decision and you're just curious how far he's going to get. And because it feels so real.

Love my representation for people that are mentally ill in very realistic ways where you really do just continually sabotage yourself and suffer through it but that always feels like what you deserve in the moment. The desperate need to prove your worth while feeling like you've lied to anyone who deems you worthy and they're going to figure it out any second now and everything's going to come crashing down. It NEEDS to come crashing down. But like, it doesn't and all that does is dump all your baggage all over the floor and some of it breaks and is sticky.

Exandria Unlimited: Calamity was fun because three explicit premise was the heroes were going to fail and the world would be destroyed because of it.

Campaign 3 is between Calamity and Vox Machina. Vox Machina were chaotic but it was a deeply heroic fantasy story where good is supposed to triumph over evil. There was always the risk they could fail, but that wasn't the favored option. Calamity they were doomed to failure and couldn't win.

But Bell's Hells feels like there is 50/50 odds on whether they win. It's far more challenging and urgent to stop Ludinus. And crucially the CHARACTERS are meant to be more challenging to have win. They are getting in their own way as real people do. They're all teetering on three edge of a corruption arc.

Corruption is what doomed The Ring of Brass. Covering up experiments. Trusting the wrong god because of incredible hubris. Manipulating the truth. Enabling others to do the same. They were so focused on their own ambition that they ignored or minimized the risks in their calculations.

Bell's Hells' greatest weakness is they're all self-sacrificing and willing to embrace dangerous powers to make themselves stronger at whatever cost to themselves or each other. They don't think they're good enough but they desperately need to be because there is no one else. Chetney voiced what they all believe: that their biggest asset right now is they're expendable.

And that's not really something you talk about with your friends because it sucks when you verbalize it like that. Your friends (of they are friends) are going to try to talk you out of that line of thinking even if they're deeply empathetic about why you're feeling that way. Just voicing their fears was a lot. Imogen feeling disappointed with Fearne because she didn't take the shard was really that Fearne was more afraid of sacrificing herself (and giving into corruption) than everyone else.

What if the heroes weren't heroic? What if they were in touch with their feelings on the surface but struggled to ever talk about it or change? (This is a theme in a lot of queer media.) What if they aren't good enough? What if they could be but there's no guarantee. Everyone agrees in advance that failure is just as interesting and pleasurable and fun here as succeeding. Just to watch the world change as a result of your actions. It's a very different tone.

Three Mighty Nein were nobodies who largely stayed nobodies even though they had a profound impact on the world. Bell's Hells are nobodies getting a crash course in becoming somebodies caught up in a nightmarish struggle, and they're crumbling under the weight of it. That's the story that rarely gets told even though it's far truer than heroism.

This is in line with the kinds of stories being told in Candela Obscura where mortality and heroism are more troubled in the face of unending nightmares. D&D's Epic fantasy is just a rarer setting to tell that story than horror. Personally I find that more mature and nuanced storytelling. Equally enjoyable but here there's more room to say something less often said and progressively more exploded than power fantasies.

This is like an evil campaign where every one of them is a mostly good person that has the capability to do great harm that others will curse their name for. They're desperately trying to pull out of that nose dive while the winds of change push down on them.

Tybee point isn't to make optimal decisions, it's to make interesting decisions. Press the big red button just to see what happens. Be brave enough to fail and see what happens when your character falls down. As Travis said her plays by following intrusive thoughts.

I'm having a lot of fun with this one because I get to follow why the characters made a decision and by what twisted logic that felt like a good idea even though it's very likely to blow up in their face. It's juicy. It's dramatic. It reflects a mindset I struggle with. It's different.

#critical role #critical role soilers #critical role meta #critical role campaign 3 #Bell's Hells

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chiffiorra · 2 years

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Kinktober Day #10

Name: Breeding

Character: Keigo "Hawks" Takami

WC: 732

Synopsis: Going through a rut is always difficult to handle, but that's why you're here to help your friend.

This fic contains: AFAB!reader, unprotected sex, possible heat/rut inaccuracy, breeding, pregnancy and future kids briefly mentioned, friends to lovers (?), MDNI

Note: surprise! rare occasion i can upload a little early due to a day off (though i was still a little busy)! ngl, i'm personally not into hawks but i couldn't say no to a request like this huehue. it's funny that birds technically don't have heats but yet here we are lol

This was something that you should've seen coming a long time ago.

It made sense due to his quirk, and it wasn't uncommon for someone with a mutant quirk to act like the animal they were based off of. Your friend Keigo was no exception to this, acting like a bird sometimes thanks to his quirk.

What you didn't know was that some people, if not everyone with a mutant quirk can experience heats or ruts as well.

And unfortunately Keigo was one of them.

You thought back to how you two got into the situation you were in now… it started back at around noon when you invited your feathered friend to come over to your apartment as it was a rare occasion where he had a day off and decided it would be fun to spend some time with him.

Something seemed off about him immediately when he stepped foot into your place, his aura seemed off from the start; like he was nervous about something. He also seemed a little agitated and even backed away a bit when you tried greeting him with a hug as you always did.

As for his face, he seemed a little flushed. You asked him if he was sick and offered to cut your hang out short so he could rest up. But yet he refused for some reason, "Nah, it's all good. I'll be okay." He reassured.

He was definitely not okay to say the least, and this made you start prying him for an honest answer before he finally told you: he was going through heat and seemed embarrassed to tell you. Definitely the last thing you expected when he told you what the problem was.

When you said that you would help him out, you mainly meant it as a joke but that sure didn't stop him from jumping on you, and you sure didn't stop him at all.

Now you lay on your bed naked while he thrusted slowly between your folds, up to your aching clit. He already made you cum this way once and you were starting to get desperate for him to fill you.

"So good for me… gonna let me breed you, huh?" He whispered. "Fill you up?"

"Yes," you could only mutter back, too engrossed by the sight of his length. In no time at all, he began filling you up; making you gasp as it was all so sudden. His heat must be controlling him at this rate as he was raring to go.

"Thank you, thank you for helping me through this," it almost sounded like he was ready to sob. You began to wonder just how long he was suffering from this before you agreed to help him (albeit as a joke).

You couldn't even utter a "you're welcome" before he immediately began pistoning into your cunt, not even giving you a chance to adjust to the stretch. Everything was too much already, but how could you stop him?

"Slow down!" You cried out, but it was in vain as it seemed that he was already too far gone from his heat, all knew was one word: breed.

Nevertheless, despite being too much at first, it was soon replaced with pleasure and you couldn't help but bring his face closer to yours so you could kiss him deeply. He reciprocated as he continued fucking you deeper, until you could feel his tip kiss your cervix. His fingers reached to play with your clit, which made you let out a loud moan and you continued to do so. If any neighbors decided to complain, you couldn't care less right now.

"Can't wait to- fuck cum in you- watch you swell with our baby-" he began babbling nonsense.

It was a good thing you were on the pill; whether he was serious or not, it didn't matter because he was going through his heat and wasn't serious with what he was saying. But a life with him and mini-Hawks running around wouldn't be so bad, right? You certainly wouldn't mind that type of life.

Yes, that would be okay.

And as you both release with him filling up your womb, you heave a sigh of relief and feel him lay on top of you. But then you feel him slowly thrust into you again, much to your surprise.

"I'm not done yet, babe."

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #hawks #hawks x reader

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niilue · 2 years

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Ok ok but imagine Aizen with a love for being humiliated. Maybe degradation.

Knowing how powerful of a person he is letting himself be fucked by someone far inferior, listening to your laughter as he gets closer and closer to cumming only to be denied that pleasure and mocked for it.

May use his rank to make him feel worse than he already does.

AHHH I had this idea for a while but was too scared to request it 😗 but seeing your closing your requests I just decided to get it over this.

Hope this isn't out of your comfort zone.

ෆ ִ ׁ sub aizen

cw; gender neutral, dom reader, chastity, humilliation, orgams denial, egding, sadistic dom. (aizen is such a slut :3.. totally deserved)

aizen's moans were muffled by the pillow you had put on his face while you penetrated him, holding his legs.

you laughed listening to his protests and groping for you to release him. "you're pathetic, aizen."

you had this man at your mercy, open for you, with a cage on his cock with no chance to cum and moaning like never before.

"mhmm, ha (na- name)" you pulled the pillow away from his face and looked at him seriously.

he was teary-eyed and red in the face and looked like he wanted to argue. but instead of words coming out of his mouth what came out was a high-pitched moan. when you hit his pleasure spot for the first time since you were fucking him.

"nhhg, it-feels-! aaahh" he rolled his eyes as you kept hitting his prostate, over and over again. watching as he rolled with pleasure and suffering on the bed, unable to cum.

"look at me aizen, stop hiding from me you little idiot." you said holding his face in your hands. as saliva began to run down his mouth, soiling your hands as well.

"uhg, could you control yourself, it's disgusting." you said with fake revulsion but enjoying the man's embarrassed face.

you let go of his face and made him get on all fours for you. "this is not what we had agreed on (name)" he complained but still doing what you said.

"shut up whore, stop with the fake excuses, watch how you do everything i tell you to do." you grabbed his neck and pinned him to the bed, holding him at your mercy.

he sure felt so humiliated, having you, someone he couldn't stand but partly desired, opening him up and fucking him like no one else had ever done.

"don't be afraid, you don't command much respect now, from now on you're just another slut, who would have thought" you laughed, increasing the movements of your hips, going all the way in.

"shut up (name)" he warned in a serious tone, although it was in vain since he instantly began to pant because of how hard you were hitting his sweet spot.

you were going at it for a while, but you were getting tired. you didn't want to cum inside him and you didn't want him to cum, so you stopped, leaving him exhausted and wide open with your hand marks on his asshole.

"mmm, rub yourself on the sheets aizen, i want to see how desperate you are to cum."

looking at you with traces of dried tears in his eyes and with a frown he began to do as you told him.

"but look at me stupid, i want to see your face break down in front of me, ha~"

you watched with lust as his caged cock rubbed hard on the sheets but with no success of getting anything out. aizen had hardly ever worn anything like this in his life. of course he had no control right now.

"fuck, this is… haahaa! terrible, i want to cum (name)" he whimpered pathetically, following his erratic movements but unable to climax.

" you say please"

aizen grunted in disgust and shook his head in denial. it was obvious you weren't going to let him have it so easy. you were having so much fun and you really loved seeing him like this.

"then you won't cum today, for being a bad boy."

the man opened his eyes wide, terrified and desperate. lost in the lust of wanting to let out all that excitement and relieve the pain in his cock. "what the-, what a fucking humiliation… what do i have to do to make you let me cum, (name)" he asked reddened with anger and excitement.

you smiled and stood in front of him "get down on your knees, slut".

#aizen #sub aizen #aizen sōsuke #dom reader #gender neutral #bleach #smut #aizen x smut #bleach x reader #sub character #sub bleach #dom!reader #anime smut #sub boy #aizen x reader #bleach x smut #smut anime

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corrodedseraphine · 1 year

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playlist | #9 ma belle Evangeline

pairing: eddie munson x henderson!reader

summary: Just when you thought the boy you were in love with all through high school was gone, he suddenly reappears as your little brother's friend. Fate has once again decided to join your paths, however, everything turns out to be a bit complicated. Will Eddie Munson's sudden return to your life bring with it even more changes?

the story is also avaliable on ao3

masterlist | eddie munson masterlist | general masterlist

song that I used: Ma Belle Evangeline from Princess and The Frog

the end! I would like to thank every single one of you who have spent their time reading this story, thank you for the comments, likes, reblongs, for your support, for everything, I really didn't expected this story to have this amount of attention!

I would like to dedicate this chapter to @i-me-mine, my bestie, my biggest writing supporter, great and very talented writer and the most lovely person on Earth. Thank you, you have no idea how grateful I am to have you in my life.

When the day of your departure from the hospital finally arrived, you couldn't wait to go home. Fortunately, there were no serious injuries, so you were only bothered by bruises, cuts and healing scratches from the glass that were annoyingly itchy. That because you were the only person in your house who had a driver's license, and Steve couldn't pick you up that day, Eddie offered without hesitation to take care of it. First thing in the morning, they showed up there along with your mom and Dustin, the boys quickly picked up the bags with your belongings and carried them to the car while you, with your mom's help, slowly walked towards it, as you insisted on leaving the hospital on your own. After lying down for so long, your body had definitely become unaccustomed to any kind of movement, and by the time you were outside your system had suffered a slight shock which made your head spin. Noticing you stopping in mid-stride they ran back up to you.

"Are you okay?" asked Dustin.

"Yeah, I just got a little weak." you said.

"Baby, are you sure you can make it to the car by yourself?" your mother asked.

"Yes!" you retorted a little too irritated.

"It will take forever!" Dustin shouted at which you sent him a murderous look.

"Stop whining and just go and open the car." said Eddie throwing the keys at him. And then he extended his hand toward you offering support. Slowly step by step you finally reached the car and drove home.

There waiting for you was the longing Naveen, with whom you would not part for an inch for the near time. Eddie helped carry your things into the room.

"Thank you." you said still holding the dog in your arms.

"You're welcome." Eddie winked at you. "How are you feeling?"

"Better now." You replied, sitting down on the bed and smiling in his direction. It was known that it would be a very long time until you completely recovered from what had happened. You also weren't sure how soon you would be able to return to driving, if at all.

"Are you sure?" he asked seeing your thoughtful face and sat down next to you. "You look worried," he said.

"Until Dustin gets his driver's license, I'm the only person in our house who has been responsible for driving, and now the very thought of having to sit behind the wheel freaks me out."

"Hey, don't worry about it now 'kay? You just got back from the hospital, give yourself time to recover." he moved even closer to you, so that you were now touching each other's shoulders. "Besides, you can always count on me, not just with being your chauffeur, in everything." The smell of frying bacon spread through the house, sensing this Naveen jumped out of your embrace and at the speed of light headed for the kitchen leaving you alone.

"Thank you Eddie." you said resting your head on his shoulder.

"You don't have to thank me, the pleasure is mine." he said quietly and uncertainly put one arm around you. You closed your eyes feeling yourself slowly start to calm down and relax. "y/n?" he asked after a moment of silence.

"Hm?" you muttered still not opening your eyes.

"I- I wanted to tell you something..." Hearing his nervous tone, you raised your head to look at him.

"Breakfast ready!" Your mother's voice boomed throughout the house without giving him a chance to finish.

"Come on, she would lose her mind if you didn't stay for the breakfast." you laughed rising from the bed.

The breakfast passed in a pleasant atmosphere for you. Eddie at first felt a little out of place feeling that his presence here didn't belong, but you, Dustin and your mother included him in every conversation that was brought up at the table making his anxiety slowly disappear. When you finished eating the boys helped your mom clean up and Robin and Steve came over to you to see how you were feeling. While you were hanging out with your friends, Dustin insisted that they do their little math lesson with Eddie now, and only when they finished did they join you. Eventually Robin and Steve had to go for their shift at Family Video leaving the three of you alone.

"So what do we do now?" asked Dustin.

"I don't know about you, but I would kill for a burger from Benny's after eating crappy hospital food for so long." You said with a sigh.

"Then what are you waiting for? Get up and let's go." said Eddie breaking off on both feet with a smile. Going out for burgers, however, did not turn out to be a good idea. As soon as you entered the restaurant everyone's eyes were on you. In Hawkins, all news spread instantly, so the one about your accident didn't miss any of the locals either. Seeing them whispering something to each other and observing your visible damage you felt stressed. The behavior of the others did not escape Eddie's attention. Seeing you nervously playing with your fingers he put his hand between yours and intertwined your fingers.

"Is that okay?" he asked quietly. He wasn't sure if that was a good idea. He knew that when people saw you holding the hand of a local freak they might start talking even more. But it was more than okay. Feeling you squeeze his hand even tighter his thumb began to draw small circles on top of it wanting to give you some comfort. Then the curious looks of people and their whispers disappeared. All that mattered were your hands joined together.

"Hi guys! What can I get you?" Benny greeted you with a broad smile.

"Three times number five, please." Dustin said. Number five was your favorite dish on the menu, you smiled slightly appreciating the small gesture from your brother.

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, can we take a takeaway?" asked Eddie.

"Of course."

"Thanks."

After waiting a while, you took the food and returned home with it to eat in peace without prying eyes pointed in your direction. You were grateful for that, you felt much more comfortable now than you would have in a restaurant.

"I'm going to Will's to play on the console, will you tell Mom I'll be back late?" asked Dustin while finishing his food.

"Yeah, sure." said slightly disappointed.

"Great, bye!" he shouted and a second later he was gone. You sighed and started to collect the plates.

"I'll take care of it." said Eddie taking them from your hands and carried everything into the kitchen. "Something tells me you're not in the best mood, the food didn't taste good?" he asked sitting down across from you at the table.

"It was delicious, my stomach is now overjoyed." you assured him forcing yourself to smile.

"But what about the rest? The rest don't seem to be very happy."

"It's nothing. It's silly." you shrugged your shoulders.

"Wanna talk about this?"

"It's just... Whenever one of us has a bad day or is sick we do movie marathons with Dustin. We usually watch our favorite Disney movies, and I was kind of hoping that today would be the same."

"I may not be as good company as Dustin, but I'm a little behind when it comes to Disney and I'd love to catch up today." he offered.

"Do you really want to?" your face beamed. Seeing this, his heart sped up.

"Sure I do. Sounds like a perfectly good evening."

"Okay!" you exclaimed excitedly rising from your chair. What you didn't think about, however, was that getting up so abruptly would make your head start spinning again. Slightly stunned, you sat back down.

"What happened?" he asked worried.

"I got up a little too quickly." you replied grabbing your head.

"Someone seems to forget that she just got out of the hospital." he smirked.

"Possibly," you laughed lightly.

"Let's take it slow okay? I'll help you."

Just as he said so it happened. Together you slowly prepared a place in the living room filled with blankets and pillows so that you would be most comfortable. You arranged snacks on the coffee table and began to watch. Naveen quickly came running towards you, you opened your arms but the dog quickly jumped over your legs to find himself in Eddie's lap a moment later.

"Traitor!" you shouted in shock. "I feel rejected," you said dramatically putting your hand to your chest.

"Oh come on, there's enough room for the two of you. Plus I know you can't stay mad at him for too long, this guy has you wrapped around his paw." He laughed then put his arm around you shoving you closer to him. With pleasure and a quick heartbeat, you accepted this state of things. Although you loved movie marathons in the company of your younger brother, what was happening now was much better. Movie after movie flew by and you completely lost track of time. Every now and then you changed positions still being very close to each other. Now Eddie had a pillow on his lap where your head was lying. His hand loosely on the indentation of your waist. Feeling its pleasant warmth, you had a little trouble concentrating on what was happening on the screen, but it didn't bother you because, after all, you knew everything almost by heart. Eddie, despite his willingness, couldn't focus either. When you were lying on his lap he could hardly restrain himself not to start playing with your hair which was slightly falling on the pillow or to keep his hand only in one place.

"Ready to know where the idea to name this little traitor came from?" you asked when another of the movie came to an end.

"I was born ready!" he said enthusiastically, and Naveen barked as if he was nodding at him.

"Oh no, I'm not talking to you. You broke my heart today!" you said, pointing your finger at the pet, which completely ignored your words and came over to lay its muzzle on you.

"I think, you've already forgiven him." Eddie laughed as he saw you start patting him.

"I'm too weak to resist him." You rolled your eyes.

"Hey before we start... I have a question." he changed the subject.

"Yeah?"

"In a week Gareth's cousin is opening a new bar in the area and he asked us to play some songs, I thought maybe you'd like to go with us? After all, you haven't heard the latest Corroded Coffin song yet."

"Sure! I'd love to finally hear it." you replied with a smile.

"But this time I'll drive you there, okay? I want to make sure you get there all right." he chuckled.

"We have a deal." With your finger, you lightly tapped the tip of his nose giggling. "Can I take Robin and Steve with me?"

"Yeah, I was just about to suggest it." he replied, feeling himself melt under the impact of your small gesture and the sound of your laughter. The words of how much he adores you came to his lips, but he had to save that for another moment. Charging you with such information right after you left the hospital didn't seem like the best idea to him.

"Then what would you kiss a frog?" he asked when the title appeared on the screen.

"If I was sure that he would turn into the perfect prince with whom I would live happily ever after? Probably yes."

"Okay princess your brain injury must be much more serious than the doctors said." he laughed putting his hand to your forehead pretending to check if you had a fever. Which could be partially true. Princess. That word from his mouth made you get unimaginably hot.

"Shut up and watch." you muttered trying to hide your blush.

Halfway through the movie, Dustin came home.

"I can't believe she made you watch this." he said walking into the living room.

"It was his voluntary decision." you said lifting your head slightly from his lap.

"Eddie blink three times if you need help." Your brother crossed his arms over his chest and watched with amusement as Eddie began to blink rapidly. You knew he was just teasing and it was a joke, but you decided to play along. You grabbed the remote, paused the movie and, sat up straight, looking at Munson with a deadly serious expression.

"If you are so awfully uncomfortable spending time with me you can go. I won't keep you here by force." You said without taking your eyes off him. The smile from his face immediately disappeared and was replaced by shock.

"What? Wait, y/n I was only joking, I was the one who suggested watching myself-" panicked, he began to explain quickly. You glanced at Dustin and when your gazes met you both burst out laughing. Seeing this, Eddie was relieved. He was seriously frightened that you were serious.

"Ha, ha. Veeery funny." he huffed. "Give it back. I have to find out who Evangeline is." he snatched the remote from your hands. So he was really playing attention, after all.

"One of my favorite moments." You smiled as Ray began to sing.

Look how she lights up the sky| Ma Belle Evangeline So far above me, yet I Know her heart belongs to only me

Je t'adore, Je t'aime Evangeline You're my queen of the night So still So bright

That someone as beautiful as she Could love someone like me Love always finds a way it's true! And I love you, Evangeline

Love is beautiful Love is wonderful! Love is everything, do you agree? Mais oui! Look how she lights up the sky I love you, Evangeline

With a smile you watched the TV humming a song under your breath. Taking the opportunity that you were focused on something else Eddie shifted his gaze to you. The sight was incredibly charming. He then thought that you would definitely light up the whole sky. Your slightest smile was so bright that it easily lit up his life. As the song came to an end his eyes returned to the screen.

"Wait! They didn't kiss?" he asked outraged. "Oh come on!"

"Yeah, I can't believe they haven't done it yet either, after all, it's obvious with the naked eye that they feel something for each other, right Eddie?" asked Dustin in a very insistent tone.

"Yeah..." Eddie knew what your brother was getting at and felt a little nervous about it. "But on the other hand, maybe they need some patience? And they're waiting for the right moment?"

"They're waiting until it's too late?" Dustin didn't give up.

"Geez, boys." interrupted them. "Let's just keep watching." You didn't know where such an exchange between them had come from, but you didn't suspect what might be between the lines.

"I've watched the movie enough times, I'll leave you two alone." Your brother shrugged his shoulders. "And Eddie, I hope you remember your promise?"

Metalhead was taken aback by the question and went pale, swallowing his saliva loudly. He was afraid that Dustin and his big mouth were about to say a few words too many and ruin everything. "Yes, I remember." he replied trying to sound calm. "Don't worry about it."

"I was just making sure."

When the boy disappeared into his room you tried to figure out what the promise was but Eddie was unbreakable, so you finally gave up, and your head went back to the pillow that lay on his lap. With little focus on the movie anymore, you allowed yourself a moment to dream about how pleasant it would be if days like this spent in Eddie's company were more frequent.

Throughout the week you hosted guests one by one, because of which time flew by very quickly. The day before the guys' gig, you and Robin arranged a sleepover. Dustin was sitting in his room and playing with the boys when your mom asked him to go to the store. When he walked away from the computer he forgot to mute the microphone due to which everyone could hear a rather loud conversation between you and Robin.

"I'm not going anywhere!" you shouted while standing in front of the bathroom mirror. Today, unfortunately, was one of those days when your self-esteem decided to fall below zero and the wound on your cheek looked even nastier than usual. Eddie curiously began to listen further.

"What are you talking about?" asked Robin. "All week you haven't stopped talking about how much you can't wait!"

"Look at me Robin! I can't even put much makeup on because of this stupid wound!" you walked out of the bathroom into the hallway making your voices even clearer.

"y/n I beg you to stop! Do you really think the only thing Eddie will pay attention to will be your lack of makeup?"

"Dude..." Upon hearing this, Gareth spoke up, but Eddie didn't let him finish.

"Shut up." Eddie said, still listening.

"Maybe he won't pay attention to me at all? Maybe he doesn't even need me there? I'm almost certain he won't be able to chase away girls who are his type."

"Stop being dramatic! How in the world do you know what his type is?" Robin understood how you felt, she knew very well that your insecurities were sometimes far too loud, but she also knew how much you cared about Eddie. You spent almost half the night analyzing your feelings for him.

"I don't know! I'm sure there will be some metal beauty with bloody red lips who will definitely attract his attention." you felt hopeless. What were you really expecting? That out of so many people he would choose you? The thought that you were probably misinterpreting all his signals towards you dragged you down. "Give me my phone. I'll cancel everything." you said in a resigned voice.

"No way!" she shouted and quickly took your phone.

"Robin give back my phone!"

"I won't give it back until you calm down and stop being dramatic."

"Guys I don't think we should listen to all this..." said Will uncertainly.

"It's not our fault they're so loud." replied Mike.

"Eddie will you do something about it?" asked Jeff, but before he could answer they heard Robin's voice again.

"You have a message! Guess from who!" she shouted.

"Robin!" you tried to snatch the phone from her but she ran away from you to Dustin's room and closed the door in front of you.

"It's Eddie, he's asking how you are and what time he can pick you up." she said through the door. Hearing that you wanted to resign he knew he had to react somehow. It was the only option that came to his mind at that moment.

"Robin please give me back my phone." You leaned your forehead against the door.

"I will give it back on the condition that you don't let that monster in your head win and believe me that your presence to him will be more important than crowds of horny groupies." Eddie laughed under his breath hearing this statement. However, your friend was right. It was your presence that he cared most about. "Oh, another message! He wrote that he's happy you'll be there and he's already looking forward to it!"

"Stop lying to me Robin." after a moment, the door abruptly opened causing you to fall into the room. If it wasn't for the fact that she caught you at the last moment you would have been lying on the floor long ago.

"Look." she said, placing the phone in front of your face. "I'm not lying. You feel something for Eddie, you started feeling it back when you were still in a relationship with Tom, and I also know that Eddie feels something for you, so can you stop being idiots and finally do something about it?"

"What the hell are you guys doing in my room?" interrupted Dustin, who had returned from the store.

"We've been playing hide and seek, what else?" your friend said sarcastically.

You returned to your room where, under Robin's supervision, you began to get ready. A part of you was glad that she was so stubborn and wouldn't let you give up, but the other part was trembling with anxiety.

It was exactly as you thought. Eddie mesmerized most of the audience with his behavior on stage, all around you you could hear the other girls marveling at him, even drooling at the sight of his fingers gracefully stroking the strings. Could you blame them? Of course not. Because it had exactly the same effect on you. Again, you felt like you were in high school when you snuck into their performances at the Hideout to feast your eyes on him and keep every detail in your thoughts, knowing that admiring him was the only thing you had to do. Now you had the feeling that you were in awe of him much more. Especially when his eyes found you every now and then in the crowd, with a wide smile on his face. The excitement you felt then and your heart beating to the rhythm of the music he played made it hard for you to sit still. The sounds he made from his sweetheart made you feel shivers and heat all over your body. Slowly it started to get swelteringly. After the show was over, as if attracted by a magnet, you moved towards him.

"You guys were great! People loved you!" you exclaimed excitedly. Seeing his face light up even more you felt like pulling him as close to you as possible, but Eddie did it for you. He drew you to his sweaty body and hugged you with all his strength.

"I'm so freaking happy you're here." he exhaled while resting his forehead on yours.

"Me too. The new song was great." You pushed back the strands of hair stuck to his face with your hand.

"Did you like it? I wrote it myself."

"Yes, very much." you said feeling a stab of anxiety. Since he wrote it himself he must have written it with someone in mind. You had no idea who this girl was, but the jealousy that awoke in you was surprising. Feeling all this, you moved away from him.

"Excuse me! Hi!" came the sound of a female voice from behind you. "I am Lucy and this is my friend Amanda." the girls looked just like you described earlier Robin. A dream come true for any metalhead. Strong makeup, bold clothes added to their charm. They were beautiful, that could not be denied. You took this as a sign to move back into the shadows. Feeling out of place without a word, you walked away leaving him with his new fans and decided it was time to get some fresh air. The evening was quite chilly, wrapping yourself in the thin jacket you took with you, you sat down on a bench. The sky was clear and the stars twinkled beautifully.

"Did you find her?" you felt a hand on your shoulder and jumped up frightened. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." said Eddie sitting down next to you.

"Where's your jacket, are you crazy?" you asked seeing his bare shoulders start to get covered with goosebumps. "You're all sweaty, do you want to be sick?"

"Woah! You don't have to yell at me!" he laughed, not expecting such a reaction. He wasn't used to anyone but Wayne worrying about him like that. The fact that it was you made him flustered.

"I won't talk to you until you put your jacket on, your uncle will kill me if I let you sit all sweaty in the wind. Your next wish is pneumonia?"

"Your wish is my command." he said and quickly ran to the van to take out a sweatshirt which he quickly pulled over himself. "Better?" he asked returning.

"Better." You nodded.

"So...I'll ask again. Did you find her?"

"Who?" you looked straight into his eyes. They looked even deeper in the evening darkness. He was still smiling, causing cute little wrinkles to spider in their corners, and they sparkled as if all the stars of the sky were reflected in them.

"Evangeline. Did you find her?" he looked up.

"Oh, no. Unfortunately, no." you replied.

"I think I found mine, y'know?"

"That's great Eddie." you lied. "You found her a while ago and her name is Lucy or Amanda?" you wanted to joke about it but the bitterness in your voice was very audible.

Eddie laughed and shook his head. The wind blew harder. "Put the damn hood on, Monson." you muttered while pulling the material over his head. "Your hair is still wet, you're really asking for a fever." What you didn't expect, however, was that as you brushed his hair away from his face Eddie would feel a surge of courage and pull you close to kiss you. Your reaction was almost automatic. You reciprocated the kiss and he put his hands on your waist with intention to pull you into his lap. "I found my Evangeline years ago. In high school." he said pulling away from you for a moment. "I was hopelessly in love with her, I recently found out that she was in love with me too, and I can't forgive myself for not doing it sooner." another kiss. "For years she was the brightest in my sky, hell, she still is. I thought I had to be patient but I can't. I can't stand it anymore." Another kiss in which he showed how thirsty he was for you. You gave yourself over to it completely. In that moment, nothing else mattered.

"When you graduated from high school I lost you once. The second time we almost all lost you after that damn accident and I can't let that happen anymore, not when you're this close, you must know how I feel about you, that you're my queen of the night."

"Eddie if you talk to me with references to this movie you will never get away from me." You laughed and this time it was you who kissed him.

"Oh God please, never." he muttered into your mouth wrapping his arms tighter around you. "I made a promise. I made a promise to your stupid brother that I would tell you all about it. That I will tell you how much I adore you, how much I love the time I spent with you, how beautiful you are. And by the way, you have nothing to worry about with your scar." He said putting his hand to your cheek. "It is beautiful. You are beautiful. Besides, you look like a real badass with it. Are you sure you're not a witcher?"

"And what, do you want to see my silver sword?" you felt your cheeks start to hurt from smiling but nothing could stop you from doing so.

"I want to see everything you want to show me." he whispered again closing the gap between you. "Be mine, please, give me a chance, give us a chance, I swear I will do everything to make you happy."

"I've already given you my heart, so I think giving you a chance won't be a problem."

"I never thought that dreams could come true." he hugged you with all his strength.

"Apparently, this time we said them to a lucky star." You cuddled your face into the bend of his neck. The warmth you felt from him was beginning to feel like something entirely new. As your new favorite place. Your safe haven.

"Good thing Dustin forgot to mute his microphone this morning and I could hear your conversation with Buckley. If it wasn't for that I don't think I would have dared to do it today." he chuckled.

"Oh my god, did you hear that?" Now your sense of happiness was violated by embarrassment. "I'm going to kill him.

"But do it later, 'kay? Now you're here with me and let nothing else matter." If he was going to kiss like this, you were sure it would be hard to find something more important to you than what was developing between you.

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some (possibly) unpopular opinions pt. 2

It turns out my rant about manhwas that did not appeal to me were actually pretty fun to read, and since I am nothing but a jester for entertainment I have decided to make another one of these. I feel like I'll get flamed for some of my choices though 💀 doesn't matter, all in good fun 👍

Under the Oak Tree

The Beginning After the End

Solo Levelling

Beatrice

I Have Become the Heroes' Rival

How To Hide the Emperor's Child

Why Are You Doing This, Duke?

Beware of the Brothers!

Under the Oak Tree

Let me just preface this by saying that my complaint is not about Maxi's timid, soft-spoken nature. I understand that her fear to defend herself and her inability to communicate her needs properly is a result of years of cruel abuse, oppression and control. In that regard, she is very similar to Soru from Twilight Poem (Heeran Love Song), and I love them both. They both have a quiet strength evident by their capacity for kindness in the face of constant barbaric mistreatment - not to mention their resilience. Few people would go through what they did and still strive to heal or accept genuine human connection.

However, I am far less empathetic towards Riftan. With how often he gets it on with her, he's been classically conditioned to associated Maxi with arousal and sexual pleasure. Too many times has he initiated this type of thing when Maxi was only trying to express herself and communicate, which made for a frustrating narrative - and if I'm honest, after some time it felt like he was using Maxi as a sex toy, which enraged me like nothing else.

Most people liked the smut, some thought it was a bit overkill. I, for one, am proudly ace and so it did nothing to appeal me to the story when it was obvious their sex life was 99% due to lust alone, rather than any sort of connection. I kick my feet and screech just like any other person when I read about two people loving each other so much and finding refuge through touch and physical intimacy - but this was shallow sex. It got to the point where when Riftan would made advances I would start laughing because it was just that predictable and boring.

(Also! Their first wedding night! Stank! Of! Sexual coercion! It made me so enraged and it was so confronting that I honestly skimmed through the dialogue and skipped the scene altogether. "You're my wife so we must fulfil our marital duties" PLEASE I WANTED TO BARF. Nobody come at me about historical accuracy and context when this story has fucking wizards and shit.)

Also, I'm a bit of a man hater (we all have flaws 💀) so reading about a man who by all means solely holds the power in a relationship makes me dislike the story on principle. Maxi has been under the thumb of men from the moment she was born, so her marriage to Riftan felt to me like a simple switch from one type of oppression to another. I'll admit I was projecting a bit because I was seeing the many women in my life who've suffered because of the patriarchy through Maxi and resenting Riftan as a result. However, I still don't think my assessment is that flawed.

TL;DR: I hate presumptuous, inconsiderate men, and unfortunately Riftan fell into that category, but Maxi, sweetie - I love you with all my heart.

The Beginning After the End

Manhwa that is obviously intended for a male demographic are honestly a bit of a hit or miss most of the time. I loved The Return of the Mount Hua Sect, and the main character from The Return of the Crazy Demon has my whole heart.

The reason why I dislike a vast majority of them is that they obviously cater to the idea that an ideal man should be cold, uncaring, callous, invulnerable and entirely masculine-presenting. The comment sections of male-targeted manhwa like Solo Levelling and the Beginning After the End are full of boys that look at all these MCs acting superior with their hands in their pockets and their arrogant smirk and think they're the 'goat'. Female characters are treated as incapable of rising to the same level of strength as the male main character, and indeed when they're confident in their skills the boys in the comment sections have nothing but derogatory comments to make about them.

In the comment sections of the Reaper of the Drifting Moon, not only is the MC under fire after their transformation to a leaner, more snake-like, curvy frame that appears more feminine, but the women he encounters are insulted in every way. Case in point:

I wish this was the worst among them, but it's not. I bet many other people can attest to the fact that comment sections like these are drowning in misogyny.

Arthur is in many ways that toxic masculinity personified. Always superior, always overpowered, always better, always smarter. Also, he's a thirty-eight year old weirdo that goes around having under-aged girls as love interests. If that isn't deeply disconcerting I don't know what else to say.

Solo Levelling

I'm so gonna get hate for this.

I also don't care.

Anyway, my issues here are three:

Jin-Woo panders to that ideation of an OP 'Goat' protagonist that I really don't fuck with personally.

The romance sucked. There was no real connection between him and Cha Hae-In. We had like one episode of them going to the amusement park. The whole "he-doesn't-smell!" premise was an obvious (and weird) attempt to force a romance subplot and give Jin-Woo a female love interest, perpetuating that image of him as desirable and flawless. She was, in a word, a prop.

The ending sucked also. It was one step away from the Protagonist Loses Their Powers And Settles Into A Life of Domesticity trope and I hated it. It was so unfulfilling.

The reason why I stuck around and read it in full was simply that it's fun. It's fun, sometimes, to read self-indulgent trash about OP main characters that solo every challenge. It just doesn't exactly make for a very memorable story or a likable protagonist, which is why I don't really care much for it.

TL;DR: The kind of brainless story you read when you can't be bothered putting yourself through the emotional and cognitive effort of connecting with complex characters and loaded stories.

Beatrice

I dropped this so fast I don't remember much about it, but I can say three things:

The fact that she was a slave and was basically rescued from hard labour because she was charming and cute was very much not it 💀 Why do all these girls that used to be slaves conveniently forget about slavery and its ramifications on others when their status is elevated and they posses the influence to do something about it?

LMFAO WHY DOES SHE LOOK SO HAPPY WHEN SHE'S SAYING THIS PLEASE-

In almost every panel, she looks dainty, petite and naïve to the point of appearing like a child, especially when compared to the ML's massive hulking rippling-pectoral figure. It made for equal parts ridiculous and creepy panels when they were put side by side.

LOOK:

ALSO CACKLING AT HIS POSTURE AND POSITION

TL;DR: Should have been classified as a comedy because I laughed more than I swooned over their apparently dreamy whirlwind forbidden romance.

I Have Become the Heroes' Rival

This story was so good and now it's rapidly going downhill. Claudia and Irene, my beloveds.

Felix - well, very questionable. When he abandoned her on the seaside after their first kiss and dramatically walked off into the ocean I laughed for hours.

And when he broke her bone during sex and the entire thing was romanticised and established to be proof of his inhuman verility I was actually gobsmacked.

"Don't provoke me because I won't be able to stop or control myself after" is the biggest fucking red flag to me. At any point during sex, Irene has the right to feel safe enough to say no or to change her mind. But whatever. The whole attraction of this story appears to be the kinky demon sex. I mean, judging from the comments and the fans it has garnered, I won't say this isn't successful.

TL;DR: Not my cup of tea.

How To Hide the Emperor's Child

I'm so tired of subpar, pathetic MLs.

Why Are You Doing This, Duke?

Some people thought the Duke's transformation from cold-blooded, cruel man to loving and kind to Nöel was funny and cute and a testament of the power of love.

I was uncomfortable with it. The overstated, grand gestures of love, the superficial nature of their relationship in the beginning, and Nöel's own focus on self-preservation to keep her position as the Duke's beloved made me uncomfortable. The Duke felt like a victim.

TL;DR: I don't like Nöel. I don't like the Duke much, either, from what I've seen of his real persona. That said, I did drop it, so I don't know how the story progresses with regards to that love spell and its origins.

Beware of the Brothers!

Sweet home Alabama~

#beware of the brothers #manhwa #solo leveling #the beginning after the end #under the oak tree #why are you doing this duke?#how to hide the emperor's child #i have become the heroes' rival #beatrice #unpopular opinions #please don't send vitriol about these without basis because i won't give a single fuck #discussions are welcomed though

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